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zebrabaker · 4 years

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The Mermaid, A MLB Oneshot

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Adrien was bored. He was in yet another lesson, and his father was expecting him to spend time with Princess Chloe later. Better her than Princess Lila, at least. Finally, Madame Mendelieve closed her book, and headed for the door. Adrien sat still until she was gone, before jumping up out of his seat. He stretched his back and ran for the door that lead to the servant’s passages. He ran along the narrow, winding paths, before reaching the small courtyard where his best friend, Nino, was practicing his guitar.

“Hey man! How were lessons?” Nino adjusted his hat and looked up at him, smiling. This was why Adrien liked Nino. He didn’t treat him like a prince, but like a friend. It was refreshing.

“Boring as ever.” Adrien huffed, and joined his friend in the bench.

“Well I have some good news! Captain Theo has brought back something awesome from his latest trip! You’ll never guess what it is.” Nino smirked and plucked a string.

“What? Another treasure chest?” Adrien scoffed.

“Nope. An actual mermaid!” Adrien froze. A mermaid? No way.

“Be realistic, Nino. Mermaids are just myths.”

“No! I saw this one myself! We can go see it tomorrow morning, I’ll set it up. It’s gonna be so cool!” Nino bounced, excited.

“Alright, alright. For now, let’s head in; it’s almost time for lunch.” Adrien gave Nino a hand up, and the two reentered the palace

X0X0X

Marinette swam back, assessing the glass that held her. She flicked her tail as she thought, before nodding. She angled her shoulders, braced her arms, and slashed her tail down. Her body jetted through the water, and she rammed against the glass and bounced off. With a growl, she watched the glass. Nothing. She had rammed the glass dozens of times and nothing had happened! A weak chuckle came from the outside of her tank, and she glared at the human leaning against the wall across from her enclosure.

“That won’t work, little fish. The glass is bulletproof. No matter how many times you ram into it, it won’t even crack. You may as well rest. The prince will be here to see you in the morning.” He smirked at her before strolling away. She had to get home. She couldn’t stay here! Without her, the sea would die! She swam back, assessed the glass, and readied herself again.

X0X0X

Adrien followed Nino deep into the basement of the palace. They weren’t near the old dungeons, but he still felt uneasy.

“How much further?” He hissed to Nino.

“Just through here. C’mon!” Nino grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the doorway into a dark room. Nino flipped the lights on, and Adrien glanced around. One wall was glass, and looked like an aquarium. The bottom of the tank was coated in sand, with pearls of various sizes and colors scattered about. There were a few strands of seaweed swaying in the water, and the largest clam shell he had ever seen was sitting open in the center. It looked like it could host a mermaid, but that was just it. There was no mermaid. Adrien turned to Nino and sighed.

“I told you, Nino, mermai- “Adrien was cut off when he heard a large thunk from the other side of the glass. He wheeled about, and felt his jaw drop.

Floating on the other side of the glass was an honest to god mermaid. Her hair was black, and her tail a vivid pink, almost red. Her eyes, which glared hatefully at him, were a shimmering blue. Her skin was paler than a pearl, and she had a splattering of freckles. She pounded a fist against the glass, and he realized she had been making odd sounds at them.

“Whoa. She’s…” Adrien trailed off, unsure of what to say. Lovely did not fit, nor did beautiful. She was flawless.

“Creepy? Yeah. I mean, it’s pretty and all that, but something about it just sets me on edge.” Nino shuddered. Adrien glanced at his friend, confused. She was not creepy! She was the most perfect thing he had ever seen. He glanced back at her and sighed. She was swimming away now, tail slashing through the water.

“Where is she going?” He asked Nino.

“It keeps trying to break the glass. It won’t work, though. The glass is bullet proof.” Nino knocked against the glass, smirking. “Just think, the kingdom of Agreste has it’s own personal mermaid. I hear that their singing can convince men to throw themselves overboard. Wanna see if it’ll sing for us?” Nino pulled his guitar from his back, and strummed a cord. Suddenly, the mermaid was there, face and hands pressed up against the glass. She was staring at Nino with her pupils blown wide. He continued to play, a small shanty he had learned from the sailors down by the docks, and the mermaid began to hum.

X0X0X

Marinette would never admit, but she loved human music. They could not sing, not like her people, so they had made things to do it for them. The darker human was using one right now, pulling at strings and watching her. She began to hum, wanting him to play more. When he did not stop, when she began to sing in her mother tongue.

“Oh, the waves roll low

And the waves roll high,

And so, it goes,

Under a bright blue endless sky.

Waves try to measure,

The days that we treasure,

Wave hello and wave goodbye.”

It was an ancient lullaby, one that every merfolk heard from their parents at some point as a baby. The humans were staring at her, wide eyed. The pale one hit the darker one on the arm, and said something she could not hear. The darker one gulped and began to play again. Marinette beamed and quickly thought of another lullaby, one Queen Anarka had taught her the last time she and her children had come to visit.

“Hush now, mo stoirin,

Close your eyes and sleep.

Waltzing the waves,

Diving the deep.

Stars are shining bright,

The wind is on the rise.

Whispering words, of long-lost lullabies.

Oh, won’t you come with me?

Where the moon is made of gold.

And in the morning sun,

We’ll be sailing.

Oh, won’t you come with me?

Where the ocean meets the sky.

And as the clouds roll by,

We’ll sing the song of the sea.”

Marinette held the last note, and sighed when it was done. She loved that song. It sounded better when her friends acted as her chorus, but it was okay on her own. The door opened behind the two humans, and let in the one who had caught her. He was tall and had dark hair, wearing a great deal of dark fabric. The two smaller humans spoke with him, before leaving with him. Marinette sighed. She hated being alone. Merfolk were social creatures, almost always together. Worst of all was that the small space she was kept in was dark, with no lava pockets or glow fish to give her heat and light. She shivered, and swam into the seaweed patch. Her family would get her out of here soon.

X0X0X

They returned the next day, the pale one and the dark one. This, time, neither carried an instrument. Instead, the sat and stared at her. The pale one began to sing, and the dark one reluctantly joined him. Marinette recognized the song. It was a love song! How dare this puny human try to woo her! She glared and sat down inside the large clam shell, turning her back. She was engaged, as any merfolk with eyes could tell. Of course, human’s might not be able to, but she still would not sing with them. She sat with her back turned until they left. She would be out of here soon enough.

X0X0X

Adrien burst into Nino’s room, beaming.

“Whoa, Adrien! Is everything okay, dude?” Nino stood from his bed, setting aside his headphones.

“I just had the best idea, Nino! A festival! We call for the most talented musicians in the land, and we have them perform with her! We can move her cage into the square! It’ll be great!” Adrien was bouncing in place.

“That’s a great idea, dude! We’ll have to ask Captain Theo, since he’s the one who caught it though.” Nino grabbed his headphones and headed for the door. “Let’s go ask!”

X0X0X

He had said yes, and preparations began at once. Adrien commissioned a large tank, big enough that she could swim around. Nino began sending invites to the best musicians in all of Agreste. Soon, the big day came. The tank was placed in the square, and the mermaid had been moved while she slept. She had woken up dazed and confused, swimming about and looking out at the square. She had caught sight of the water on the other end of the square, and had been staring at it ever since.

X0X0X

She knew humans were foolish, but this was extreme. She was within just a few yards of the ocean; she could hear it calling out for her! She hummed, low in the back of her throat, and waited. After just a few minutes, she heard the reply.

“We cannot reach you, princess! You are too far! Try to move closer!” It was Sir Pierre, head of the guard. She looked around, frantic. She was so close! She just had to move this tank! She rammed her shoulder against the side, and growled when nothing happened. She tried, again and again, to move closer, but all she did was slosh water over the edge of her tank.

“I can’t! The cage I am in is too heavy! I will distract the humans while you look for a way to get me out!” Marinette swept around the cage, looking at all the humans staring at her. She saw several in a line, each holding an instrument. The pale one who visited her was standing on a platform, facing the crowd. He began to speak, and one of the humans in line stepped forward. Two others came over and quickly assembled a device next to her tank. Once the machine was all together, he smirked at the crowd before pushing several buttons. The machine began to emit horrible sounds, but the humans seemed to enjoy it. She slammed her hands over her ears, and shook her head, trying to block out the noise. It sounded like the machine was trying to make music, but was failing. Horribly. It was dull and lifeless, lacking soul. After a few seconds of this torture, the pale one spoke again. The one controlling the machine yelled at him, before stomping off. The two humans form before disassembled the machine, and another human stepped forward. This one had vivid hair and dramatic clothes. It strummed at it’s guitar, and began to sing.

“Record scratch; Steve Miller Band, Tattooed necks and tattooed hands. Oh, how don’t you drown in a rain storm? Fresh regrets, vodka sweats, the sun is down and we’re bound to get exhausted and so far from the shore.” Marinette trilled when the human began the song. She knew this one from a few fishing boats playing it while they were working! She gladly joined in, shimmying her tail to the beat.

“You’re never gonna get it, I’m a hazard to myself, I’ll break it to you easy This is hell, this is hell! You’re looking and whispering; you think I’m someone else. This is hell, yes. Literal hell!” She struggled to form the words, as she did not speak the human tongue. “We don’t have to talk, we don’t have to dance, we don’t have to smile, we don’t have to make friends. It’s so nice to meet you, let’s never meet again! We don’t have to talk; we don’t have to dance; we don’t have to dance!” By the end of the song, Marinette was panting, and had almost been distracted from why she was doing this. A few other artists tried to get her to sing, but only one succeeded, a small girl with a violin. After her refusal of another artist, she saw a flash of teal out of the corner of her eye. She twirled in her tank, pretending to be jubilant, but really trying to make sure she hadn’t just imagined what she saw. There he was, hiding in a corner! He winked at her and she couldn’t help but trill.

The pale one was smiling at her, like she was a sea-lion who had just done some cute trick. How ridiculous. Another human came up to him, with long hair the same color as the pale ones. She wore a dress that trailed behind her, and sneered at Marinette. The pale one smiled at her, and the female said something to him. He nodded, and she approached the tank. She snapped her fingers, and a red-haired human approached, carrying a stool. The blonde sat, and began to sing. Marinette slammed her hands over her ear frills and whined. The girl couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket! The blonde snarled, and slammed a hand against the tank, causing ripples in the water that disoriented Marinette. She shook her head, trying to think clearly. The blonde stormed off, and the pale one addressed the crowd before chasing after her.

X0X0X

This was not going how he had planned! The mermaid was supposed to sing with all of the best musicians Agreste had to offer. Instead, she had sung with Jagged Stone and no-one else. He had finally decided to let the commoners try, but only a small girl with a violin managed to get the mermaid to perform. He had panicked, and turned it into a contest. Chloe had then decreed that she could easily make the creature perform, and had begun singing a song from her homeland. The mermaid acted as if she was in physical pain, and Chloe had thrown a fit before storming off. He had told the audience they were going to give the mermaid a break, and chased after her. It had taken half an hour to calm her down and drag her back. By the time he had gotten back onstage, most of the crowd had left, with only a few bored teens still gathered around the tank.

“Your Highness, may I try?” A tall boy with hair that faded to teal at the tips was standing by the stage, gazing up at Adrien hopefully.

“You can try, but there’s no guarantee she’ll respond.” Adrien shrugged. This boy didn’t even have an instrument that he could tell, but it couldn’t hurt. The boy nodded, and headed for the tank, where the mermaid was watching him approach. The boy sat on the stool Chloe had abandoned and smiled at the mermaid.

“Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, lavender’s green. When I am King dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.” The mermaid beamed and twisted about as if twirling.

“Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?” The mermaid sung back, not in the stilted words of before, but flowing and smooth. There was a challenging look in her eye, one that was matched by that in the boys.

“T’was my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.” He shot back, smiling. The two began to sing in unison, and it entrapped Adrien, making him unable to look away.

“Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work. Some to the plow, dilly, dilly, some to the fork. Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to cut corn, while you and I, dilly, dilly, keep our selves warm. Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly, lavender’s blue, if you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.”

“Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, and the lambs play. We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm’s way.” The mermaid took over, placing one of her hands flat against the glass, while the other was fisted over her heart. “I like to dance, dilly, dilly, I like to sing. When I am queen, dilly, dilly, you’ll be my king. Who told me so, dilly, dilly, who told me so? I told myself so, dilly, dilly, I told me so.” She pulled out the last note, and Adrien was shocked to see the usually hateful mermaid, smile tenderly at the blue-haired boy. Then, there was a crash from behind him. Adrien wheeled around, trying to find the source, only to see a broken vase laying in the road.

By the time he turned back around, the blue-haired boy had thrown something into the tank. The mermaid grabbed it, and leapt out of the tank, flinging it about her shoulders. She landed not as a girl with the tail of a fish, but a seal. The boy scooped the seal into his arms, and ran for the water. He tossed the animal in, before turning to face Adrien.

“Take her again and we will sink your nation like we did Atlantis!” He bellowed, before diving into the water. Adrien ran to the edge of the dock, and waited, frantic. The boy was human, he would need to breathe eventually. He stood, frantically searching the water, before he saw them. The two were holding each other tight, wrapped in each-others arms. She was back to being a mermaid, her tail flicking just below the surface. When the young prince finally dragged his gaze to the boy, he was shocked. He now had a tail, longer than hers, that shimmered green and teal. The two were speaking in a language he did not understand, but from the way his hands cupped her cheeks it was a private moment. The mermaid flashed him a furious glare, before diving into the ocean.

“What just happened?” He asked.

“Dude.” Nino muttered. “I think your pet just ran away.

#mermaid Marinette #mermaid au #lukanette #one sided adrinette #please like this #my writing

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 years

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This was an idea that @poisonlove12 came up with while we were talking on discord so I had to write it.

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I was planning of making it NSFW but I might do that in a part two if I get asked to.

The sea witch's curse (yandere sea witch Melone X female reader)

In the lowest depths of the sea a powerful creature resided. Deep in the canyons where the coral glowed and some of the most vicious of predictors lurked. Some say a purple hue would guide those brave enough towards their sweetest of dreams or their worst of nightmares.

The greatly feared witch of the sea, Melone sat in his lair, looking at what he most desired through the crystal he held. A poor unsuspecting human which had taken his fancy. An evil smirk grew on his lips as he heard the young females voice as she talked to her most trusted servent.

"How I wish to see the outside world, every night I dream of it all, the soft lush grass, the soft breeze to brush past my skin... And the ocean... I wish to see it with my own eyes, I want to see what marvels it holds" she sighed.

He heard of her wish to explore the outside world and her plans to finally escape from the lonesome life she feared she'd forever be trapped in.

"I will make my escape in the early morning of next Wednesday" were the the words that excited the lavender haired male beyond belief. It was perfect, too perfect. His sinister grin only grew more as he looked towards the human woman he had caged up for the soul purpose perfecting his solution to your happily ever after with him. The poor woman shook at her cage in fear of what his expression may have meant.

"You've served your purpose well but it seems I no longer have any use in you mortal..." The male said with amusement in his voice, he tried his best not to chuckle but a few still managed to come out of his mouth.

"Please, please let me go!" The woman pleaded, somehow managing to speak while being underwater.

"I'm afraid I can't... Your fate has already been sealed" he said as he gave a flick of his wrist which caught the attention of the shark like creature to approach the cage and wait before the male opened it.

"Junior, you must be so hungry" he simply said as he ignored the woman's screams before he swam over to his a wall full of bottles and containers.

"The venom of the crown of thorns..." he muttered as he grabbed a small bottle with one of his black tentacles decorated with rings of purple.

"A jellyfish's tendril..."

"The scale of a flying fish..." He muttered as he grabbed two containers and made his way back to the carnage the creature had left behind before grabbing the pinky finger that remained from what his junior had caused.

"And the flesh, blood and bone of a human" he said as he made his way to the cauldron.

It would only a matter of days before you were his.

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You cautiously walked across the pier of the kingdom, holding the rags that you wore as close to you as possible. A few early rising citizens greeting you only for you to give a coy wave in response. You looked to the castle that stood proudly over the town, it wouldn't be long until the servents noticed your disappearance and that's why you needed to leave quickly.

You soon began to run as you saw the tall wall of stone that sheltered the town from the very waters that use to the town's life line. You satchel filled with maps, books, gold, jewels and more. This was your escape from the lifestyle that had been cursed upon you, confined to the castle for your whole life all because of your parents paranoia.

You felt across the stone surface, many years ago it didn't exist and this town was a flourishing fishers community, now the waters were filled with small crabs and trash. What made your grandfather build these walls, you may never know.

"Oh your majesty, what brings you out at this hour of the morning" a familiar voice cooed making you jump. You turned your head to see a familiar male, a man you had only seen a few times in the recent years of your life yet he seemed to know everything about you.

His long lavender hair flowed lightly in the breeze, revealing the scar across his left eye.

"Melone, you scared me to death!" You exclaimed as you held your racing heart.

"There's no reason to be afraid..." He smiled before diverting his green eye from you to the wall.

"You're trying to find a way to the old abandoned fishing docks, aren't you?" He said in a mischievous tone. You swallow a lump in your throat. The male had never harmed you, in fact he was rather kind but you could never ignore that mysterious air about him, maybe it was the sultry tone that alway lingered in his voice or maybe it was how he never seemed to age. Either way you couldn't deny that male had motives of his own.

"If you're planning of finding a weak spot in the wall I wouldn't advise it, sixty years isn't enough to weaken a wall constructed like this" he continued.

"However I believe there is a underwater tunnel that allows the water to flow in through, I think I heard talks about a five foot shark getting through one" he said.

"Really, where are they?" You asked as your eyes sparkled with newfound hope which caused the males heart to flutter. He drew closer and draped an arm over your shoulder and used his hand to pull you chin to show you where the sea and land met while pointing to it with his free hand.

"Most of them are too deep to reach but over there should have one that you might just be able get through" he said in his signature sultry tone as he began to guide you over. His hand move to you forearm and gently rubbed it. The male relished in how close you were. A sinister smile dared to form on his lips as he realised how easily you were falling into his trap, soon you would be in his domain and he could shed this mortal disguise.

"Have a question, I don't know if you'll know the answer but-" you said before he put a finger over your lips, tracing them lightly.

"You can ask me any question, I'll know the answer"

"Why did my grandfather build this wall?" You asked. The male looked at you through the corner of his eye.

"He was afraid of what hid underneath the depths of sea, a creature that possessed great power... One that claimed the lives of his three older brothers" the male explained in a darkened tone.

"He feared for his life... Paranoia consumed him until his time on this earth ended" he continued as he continued to guide you to the very tunnel he used whenever he decided to come on land, at first the iron bars had been an issue but after a few decades the bars wore away and eventually snapped apart like twigs. He had been waiting decades to get revenge on the man who took his eye only to find out he died however curiosity got the best of the sinister creature when he heard about his granddaughter who had been isolated for her whole life, maybe out of pity the male decided to visit you whenever the castle held events. He had fallen absolutely smitten to say the least. You were almost perfect for him, the only flaw he saw in you was your mortality but over the past few months he had figured a way around that.

All he needed was for you to enter the water and he could put his method into action.

"It's just here" he said as he pointed to the planks underneath you.

"All you need to do is dive under and swim through the tunnel" he explained, you were eager to get in the water however that soon faded into worry as you began to splash around as your body began to sink.

"It's... It's too deep, I can't swim!" You began to panic. The male simply held his hands out for you to grab. He should of know that this would have been a problem.

"Your majesty, just kick your legs and lift your chin up" he instructed you, you followed his instructions and after a minute or so he let go and you gently bobbed up and down in the water.

"Now move your arms up and down in the water like how a bird flaps it's wings" he continued before his legs began to tremble causing him to nearly fall.

"Are you ok?" You asked. He felt sweat cover his body as he realised that sea water had gotten on his hands earlier; the potion was wearing off. This wasn't part of his plan.

He turned as he heard a frantic stampede of guards quickly approaching. The male almost wanted to pull at his hair in a rare case of frustion. Normally such an predicament wouldn't matter to him but the potion he had used to become human suppressed his powers and even after he reverted back to his original form it would leave him only able to perform weak spells for a day at least.

Without a second thought he dived into the water and grabbed onto you before pulling your body under the water with him. You began to trash around in his grip as he pulled you along. After a few seconds before he reached the the tunnel only to find to his displeasure that a new set of bars were there. He let out a groan as he felt his human legs begin to unravel as he resurfaced to allow you both to breath.

You desperately coughed and gasped for air. You eyes opened to see the royal guards Infront of you. You felt a feeling of guilt and shame well up in your chest, you knew you had been caught.

You tried your best to push away from the male but you felt several slimy tendrils wrap around your form.

"Melone... What's wrapped around me?" You squeaked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you but I'm afraid I have no other choice then to do this now" the male muttered as he pulled a blade against your chest, the blade had a lustrous gleam that made it look like mother of pearl. Your head was pulled back harshly as he wrapped something around your neck. He muttered a few lines in a foreign language before diving the blade into your chest, you saw the water around you turn red before glowing purplish hue, you felt no pain but still you passed out as the male dragged you under once more.

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You groaned out as you finally regained consciousness. You opened your eyes to find yourself laying on-top of Melone's nude form. You you let out a groan in disgust of the scandalous situation you found yourself in.

You then noticed how weirdly the light shine and how you hair flowed like it had a mind of it's own, as well as how the lower half of Melone's body sprawled out and over you in such a weird way. It was only when you saw a school of fish swim past you that you realised where you were. You quickly held your breath as you pried the black and purple tentacles off of you and tried you hardest to swim to the surface. You tried your hardest to hold your breath but eventually you lungs gave in. You waited for the water to enter your lungs and you painful death to come but it didn't happen, instead you seemed to breath normally and the water escaped from the newly formed gills on your neck.

You continued to swim until you were just about to break the surface. You closed your eyes readying yourself to break the surface but you didn't. You opened your eyes to see that the surface seemed to turn into rubber, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't break it.

"I don't appreciate you swimminging off while I was asleep" a voice behind you cooed as you felt the slimy appendages rub up and down your legs. You turned around to see Melone in his new form, his lower half was like that of an octopus.

"What did you do to me?!" You screamed at the male. You wanted to cry but all you tears mixed just became part of the sea.

"I granted your wish, you so desperately wanted to escape the life of a locked up princess" he explained in a prideful tone.

"You wanted to explore the sea so badly I thought I'd give you the ability to see more the any mortal could" he continued.

"No... No this... This isn't what I wanted" you sobbed as you covered your face with you hands as you began to sink.

"Oh dear, then you should of been careful for what you wished for" he said in a mother's tongue and he wrapped himself around you once more.

"No let go of me! Get away from me you monster!" You screamed as you thrashed in his grasp.

With his hand Melone traced the choker that now graced your neck, he admired his work now knowing that you were now his and his alone.

"My sweet, little darling... I know your scared, I know that everything is so new to you but I promise you I'll keep you safe... Nobody would dare to harm what belongs to the feared sea witch" he cooed.

"Just think of my little gift to you as that of an engagement as you humans call it" he sweetly whispered in your ear which only scared you more.

"Just think about it..." He muttered in pure bliss as he used one of his tentacles to force you eye contact to him.

"We'll be a wonderful pair of lovers and just think about how beautiful our little children will be" he continued.

"Children!" You screamed.

"Of course, isn't the deepest form of love when a man sows the seeds of love within his darling" he cooed. You face grew red and your body stiffened at the thought, how would he even do such a thing with you?

"If you so desperately wish to leave me I'll allow it but you'll be on your own... No one can break the spell and no one will even dare to look at you when they see you adorned with my work" he slyly spoke.

"Why would you do this?" You continued to sob.

"I already told you, I did it out of love, I did this so we could have a future together" he explained as he brushed his fingers though your hair.

"But we barely even know each other..."

"I have an all seeing eye dear, I can watch you whenever I please" he said before licking his lips.

"May I add, you've got quite the womanly figure under all those layers of clothes... Perfect to bare my children" he commented with a gleam of lust in his eye.

"You Pervert!" You screamed as you began to struggle once more.

"Stop making excuses already, I've claimed you as mine but if your so insistant to refuse then I might just give you an even worse curse... Maybe I'll turn you into a little fish and cage you up or I might condemn you to the same fate of all my enemies" he slyly said as all of his tentacles squeezed your form tightly.

"So are you going to behave for me or will I have to turn you into a guppy?" He asked in a stern tone. His eye filled with rage.

#yandere #yandere x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #melone x reader #melone #monster au #yandere jjba #sea witch #spacy works

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Tempio Di Pietro 5: Clessidra

A Jar Of Dirt Spin-Off Peter x Tony (x MJ)

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Vacanza - Il Quattordicesimo Giorno (Day 14) MJ stares at her own reflection in the mirror as she twists and turns, checking the way the light pastel pink dress hugs her skin. It’s surreal. This entire situation is surreal. How did she find herself in the most expensive shop in a little Italian village to choose a dress that will make her look like a goddess? A dress that she’s paying using Tony Stark’s money? She can’t believe it’s actually happening. This dress is worth at least five months of food for her and it’s the prettiest one she’s ever seen. The light chiffon fabric is so soft and gentle on her skin, accentuating all the right parts of her body. The low cut is just revealing enough and the flowery pattern at the bottom makes it playful and cute. “This one,” she whispers, turning around to the shop assistant who’s been helping her try on dresses for at least half an hour now. The woman’s lips curl into a smile and she nods. “Excellent choice, miss.”

MJ can’t stop the goofy grin on her face as she walks back to the fitting room to change into her own loose, simple black summer dress again. She’s aware of how it makes her look slightly out of place in the expensive shop- but truth be told, she is out of place here. She doesn’t necessarily mind. Not when she knows there's $1000 on her bank account. A thousand dollars accompanied with the sweet promise of what’s about to happen. It’s exhilarating. She can’t wait for Tony to find out that Peter’s been throwing his money at her just like that, she knows it’ll turn the man on instantly. No matter how submissive he may be on the island, it won’t cover up his sugar daddy streak. MJ knows Peter tends to have a hard time accepting the man’s money, or his gifts. Not her. If the man wants to spend - is aroused by it - she’s going to enjoy the heck out of it too. The same grin is still on her face when she returns from the fitting room, the shop assistant waiting for her with a professional smile. “Special occasion, miss?” “Yes, you could say that,” MJ replies and walks over to the counter to pay. The woman taps the buttons on the screen expertly and scans the price tag. “That would be €699,- please.” Right. Euros. MJ does the math quickly and nods when she takes out her card. That would be a little over $750. Together with the $50 her parents gave her to take the boys out for another gelato she’d have enough to buy the additional part to her plan, something even Peter doesn’t know about.

Payment approved.

After MJ finishes shopping for the extra surprise, she makes way toward the lunchroom that Peter suggested they’d meet up at. The three of them decided they should take a brief moment to discuss their likes and limits before they’d dive into it. MJ is glad they’re taking this moment, but it also has her slightly nervous. She remembers the island so vividly. The near-magical atmosphere has been haunting her in her dreams ever since. She’s painfully aware she’s only seen a glimpse of this thing her friends have going on. Tony and Peter still held back a lot those two days ago and she wonders what they’re like when they fully emerge themselves. She can’t wait to find out. “MJ, hi!” She looks up and sees Peter and Tony waving at her from the terrace. The sight has her chuckle. Tony literally radiates billionaire. His simple white button-up and sunglasses resting on top of his head, sitting back nonchalantly. Peter, however, is his very bouncy self. Puppy-like. It’s so strange knowing that in a few hours’ time, Peter will have Tony on his knees. She grins and walks over, hugging the both of them from behind before she sits down opposite them. Both her backpack and bag with surprises carefully placed at her feet. “Sup, my dudes.” “Not much,” Tony says with a shrug. “Only the tingling excitement for what’s to come.” He smirks and winks at MJ, who scoffs at the gesture. “Anticipation is half the fun.” MJ leans back in her chair casually and waves at the waiter, so she can order a lemon sparkling water.

The conversation is pleasant. Ordinary. They talk about the weather, MJ’s trip and the touristy things they’ve all done in the area. When the waiter returns and places the sparkling water in front of MJ, she smiles at him and cocks her head. She knows the boys are staring at her and it’s her goal to turn them both to putty in her hands before they even get to their getaway. She pulls out all the stops. “Thank you,” she says to the waiter, her voice a little deeper than before. When the waiter seems flustered by the eye contact she made with him, he scurries off and she smirks. “You’re really good at that,” Peter notes. “What- saying thank you?” she replies innocently. Peter’s shoulders rise so he can duck his head. “No- no, I meant, eh… Seducing people.” “Well, Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love.” “Venus,” Tony butts in.

MJ slowly turns her head to the billionaire, her eyes still focussed on Peter’s. The young man has his lips pressed on top of each other, quietly anticipating MJ’s reply. Only at the last second, she flicks her eyes to make eye contact with Tony. He gasps quietly. “The Romans kinda stole their Gods from the Greek and simply renamed them. If I’m playing your game, I’ll be playing it as the OG goddess of love. Aphrodite. Not Venus.” Tony swallows and straightens his back. They’re not on the island yet. The hourglasses are still upright. He should keep himself together. “You’re messing with our canon here, missy.” He waves his hand by flicking his wrist casually, but his tone of voice betrays he’s already sinking. MJ snorts at his reply and leans towards him with an open-mouthed smirk on her face. She stares at him through half-lidded eyes, locking their gazes together purposefully. “ Aphrodite. ”

The silence that follows is intense. Heavy. And it’s only when MJ finally breaks eye contact with Tony and cracks her back, slouching in the chair again, that the tension is broken. “Anything I need to know about before we get into this?” Peter swallows and slightly shakes his head. “Right! Eh, well... “ “Just tell me the whole story of how this came to be. That’s easier than trying to give bits and pieces and then forgetting stuff I should be knowing about.” MJ takes another sip of her sparkling water. “Unless that’s too personal, of course.” Peter glances at Tony, who was already staring at Peter. “You okay with it?” Peter asks, his voice gentle. Soft. Tony nods. “She already knows about the majority of our sex life through you, and is joining us on our sex island. I think we’re way past being embarrassed about this.” “Exactly!” MJ chuckles. “So, how did all this happen?”

Peter starts telling the story, quietly that is. He doesn’t want anyone else to listen in, they’re still out in public… He reminds her of the jar of dirt and how he had put in God Worship with the full intent of Tony being the one in charge. How Tony had secretly reversed their roles and gently nudged Peter into dominance. How after that one trip to the spa, Tony would crave being submissive occasionally. That Peter has only been able to dom in Italy. How the hourglass is the symbolization of Tony’s submission and how it works.

Tony takes over Peter and explains the frustrations he experienced being in the public spa, not being able to give in completely without breaking the spa’s rules. Maybe even some laws, if they got caught. He touches on how he went island shopping without Peter knowing and referred to the island as “Marcello’s blessing,” which had Peter chuckle. Tony continues the story by telling about the painstaking process of trying to keep the construction a secret from Peter and what it was like to finally reveal it to him.

And how they’ve been indulging themselves ever since.

“Wow,” MJ breathes out. “I’m… Honestly kind of honored that you’d want me there.” Peter shifts in his seat and beams. “You’re the only one we’d want there with us.” “You’re making it worse, Pete!” MJ exclaims, laughing with her eyebrows curled into a frown. “It’s true, though,” Tony adds strangely calmly. He cocks an eyebrow. “We all know I don’t like to share, but this… This will be special for all of us.” MJ hides her face in her hands, trying to hide her intense blush. Suddenly, rough fingers curl around her hands and pull them away from her. Tony holds them gently and he looks up at her with big, soft eyes. It has her heart hammer in her chest. “Will you be our Aphrodite?” A rush of arousal shoots through MJ’s body and she can’t help but notice Peter is physically responding to it as well. She licks her lips, not breaking eye contact with Tony and nods slowly. “Yes.”

MJ takes a deep breath when Tony reaches out for her to help her get off the boat. She takes his warm hand gratefully and takes a little jump onto the docks. “Thank you, Tony,” she whispers and she can see a hint of desire flash in his eyes. They’re not playing yet. Back at the lunchroom, MJ had suggested they take things slow. Just relax until the vibe would settle naturally as it had last time. Both the men seemed relieved at that as well. No hourglasses are turned yet, but that doesn’t mean that the tension isn’t there. It hangs heavy in the air, applying a sweet yet sensual pressure on all of them.

Before MJ can reach around for her bags, Tony swings the flowery backpack over one of his shoulders and carries the other one close to his chest. MJ cocks an eyebrow at him. “Looks good on you,” she says and nods at the backpack. Tony snorts. “Almost gives me Hawaiian Dad vibes, doesn’t it?” “Almost.” MJ laughs and decides to just roll with Tony’s already increasing need to serve. It’s strangely satisfying to have him take care of her like that. She can see why Peter likes it and it’s only the beginning of everything. She follows after Peter towards the beautiful pool area. It’s the best place to relax and hang out for a bit. The comfortable chaise longues, the natural pool with the perfect temperature to plunge into to cool off, the patch of slightly dried grass to just lay on the ground and gaze up watching the clouds pass by. She sighs as she sits down at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. “This is so perfect,” she beams. “Thanks for inviting me over guys.” “We love having you here, Michelle,” Tony answers and the use of her full name settles deep in her stomach. She sends him a sweet smile and watches how he blushes at that.

“You know, Tony,” she starts, tilting her head slightly. The words have Peter look up at them. The girl’s voice is smooth and playful as she leans back on her hands, god, she’s so pretty. “-I could use one of those sweet lemonades you made last time.” “Of course, I’ll get one for you. My L- Peter, would you like one as well?” Peter grins as he hears the near slip. Tony almost called him lord. Already. He knows how excited Tony is about all this. Anxious, yes, that too. Maybe that’s why the man is already leaning towards his submission. His safe space. Peter will guide him there as he always does. He nods and waves the man off. “You know I do.” “Coming right up.” Peter watches Tony stalk towards the kitchen and his gaze shifts to MJ again. The girl waits for Tony to disappear from their sight and then she gets up. “I got a dress,” she whispers and walks over towards the shopping bag, rummaging through it until she pulls out a faint pink fabric. Peter bites his lips, blushing when she slides the simple black summer dress from her shoulders. “S-should I-” he stammers and starts turning around but MJ shakes her head. “No, come over here, I need some help.”

Peter gulps when he’s presented with MJ’s bare body. She’s… She’s gorgeous. Stunning. Mind-blowing. Beautiful. Beautiful. “What?” MJ raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Never seen a naked girl before?” Peter’s breath is shaky and he mumbles. “Not in real life.” “Shit, you’re for real?” MJ quickly grabs the dress and covers herself with it. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’re-” “Move that,” he orders, gesturing at the dress in her hands. A surprised smile creeps onto MJ’s face and she uncovers herself again. Peter Parker just ordered her to show him her nude body. What alternate universe is this?

MJ shifts her weight to one foot, pushing out her hip a little and showing off her slight curves. She knows her chest isn’t big, but judging from the way Peter’s staring at her breasts, he doesn’t mind a single bit. “Contrapposto,” she whispers. “Hm?” Peter’s shame is nowhere to be found. He doesn’t even look her in the eyes when she says it. “The Greek sculptural scheme where they had the people they depicted stand like this.” She speaks quickly, trying and failing to ignore the rising tension. “They were the first to do this. Before contrapposto, all art was static.” “That’s cool,” Peter mutters. His eyes travel further down until they reach her private parts. His mouth is dry, staring at her small bush. “Did you even hear what I said?” MJ teasingly moves her free arm to brush past her body and she shifts her weight to her other foot, mirroring her pose, but the other way. “...Of course.” His lips barely move at this point and MJ chuckles. She decides to walk his way, which startles him slightly, but he doesn’t stop watching her. MJ reaches out to him, offering him the expensive dress. “Of course,” she purrs, knowing damn well Peter didn’t process a word she said. Knowing she has this effect on him makes her feel strangely powerful. “Help me in, would you?”

Peter nods absentmindedly as he takes the soft fabric in his hands. He realizes she’s going to have to step into it. He needs to get to his knees. Fuck. He slowly sinks down in front of her, eyes wide, body shaking, until he’s at the exact height of her- “Go on. Wouldn’t want Tony to walk in on us like this, now, would we?” MJ’s comment snaps Peter out of it and he looks down to open the dress for her to step into. When she lifts one leg to get into it, Peter freezes when the scent hits his nose. His head whips to look at where it’s coming from, wanting to intensify it even more, because shit, it’s the best fucking smell in the world. He gasps softly when he spots something he hadn’t noticed before. She’s… She’s glistening? Peter’s cock twitches when he realizes he’s not only smelling how wet she is. He’s seeing it. He doesn’t notice his mouth opening slightly, his Spidey senses completely overwhelmed and MJ chuckles. “Later, Peter.”

It takes a lot of his willpower to stand up again. To move away from where he wants to be most. He lifts the dress over her hips and she turns, taking her hair in her hands so Peter can close it for her. He’s unnecessarily delicate. As if he’d break her, or wake up from this wet dream if he touched her. When he’s done, she turns again and cups his face in one of her hands. Her thumb brushes over his nose and cheek and she leans in breathing her gratitude into his mouth, but not actually giving him the satisfaction of pressing her lips against his. “Thank you.” Peter’s dick is officially, fully hard now, pressing against the fabric of his pants. He’s well aware MJ is toying with him, just like she toys with Tony. He knows that’s what she likes and she knows it’s what they like too. They’re indulging yet simultaneously denying themselves all this pleasure. It’s deliciously frustrating.

Tony nearly drops the tray with glasses of lemonade when he spots MJ in her new outfit, splayed on one of the chaises. She playfully sticks out her tongue. The chiffons flow around her body and she pulls up one of her legs, exposing it and caressing the skin. “You two better appreciate my legs, I didn’t wax them for nothing.” Tony swallows and puts down the tray before he actually drops it. Peter clears his throat, helping Tony to tear his eyes from MJ. “They sure are shiny.” Peter’s voice is slightly higher in pitch. “Ah, yeah, that’s the oils I’ve been using lately.” MJ keeps caressing her legs and both men’s attempts at remaining nonchalant about the situation are failing. “Makes them so soft…” All three of them imagine the two men touching her legs and MJ manages to collect herself by standing up and showing off the dress to Tony in its full glory.

“Oh! I nearly forgot,” MJ says softly as she saunters over to the man. She grabs the chiffon skirt and makes a turn. “Thanks for the dress, Tony.” MJ watches entertained at how the turning gears in Tony’s head screech to a halt. “What?” “The dress!” MJ gestures at herself and lets go of the chiffon mid-air, making it flow down. “It was paid for with your money.” Tony’s mouth is open, jaw tightened. “I-” “Peter was so kind to send me three nines.” A wicked smile spreads on her face and Tony’s head whips to Peter who tries to hold back his own smirk by sucking at his teeth. MJ invades Tony’s space and plays with the collar of his shirt. Her index finger touches his chin, guiding him to turn his face back to her. She opens her mouth slightly and pushes her tongue into her cheek. Tony’s cock stirs and all his mind can think is I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay.

MJ’s voice is low. Sensual. “Your boyfriend spent your money, Tony. On me.” I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. “And I spent it on this.” I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay.

The words still beat through his head, at the same pace his heart beats in his dick, while MJ takes his hands in her own, placing them on her waist. Tony’s knees are jelly. He wants to drop. So bad. “It even feels expensive…” MJ whispers. Tony growls quietly, caressing the fabric and squeezing into it slightly. “How expensive?” “Over 700 euros.” Tony bites his lip. “That’s nothing.” “Want me to spend more?” MJ smirks. “I’ll do it. Gladly.” “I’ll add a nine next time.” This time MJ shivers aggressively. Ten thousand dollars. Next time. They haven’t even started yet. Tony licks his lips. “Where’d the other money go?” MJ breathes out her smiles and gyrates her hips. “Later, Tony.”

Tony’s so ready to drop to his knees. It’s obvious the three of them are bordering the edge of giving in. It’s almost frightening how easy it is. But- the two young adults are just so fucking gorgeous. So sensual. He doesn’t even have a choice but to sink deeper and deeper into his submissive role. He wants to serve them. He wants to pleasure them. Make them moan and shake and take whatever they want from him. The stupid hourglass is still upright though and he’s waiting for either one of them to push through. “Tony,” MJ’s voice cuts through his thoughts and he turns his head to look at her. The girl is holding one of the shiny red and yellow apples from the bowl of fresh fruits he’d given her earlier. “Yes?” “I want to play a little game,” she whispers, slowly speaking each word as to drag them out. Tony stares at her and gasps quietly when his groin tingles. Oh fuck. He already knows that whatever it is, it’s going to be something good. He remembers exactly what she said to him all these months ago at the tower. “I like giving my subs physical pleasure while degrading the fuck outta them at every chance I get.” MJ loves to play. Whatever this game is, he already knows she’ll be the one shining with victory. He wants her to. She hums softly as she twists the fruit in her hand once more and then throws it into the pool casually. Watching it float.

“Uh oh,” MJ mumbles, a sly grin playing on her lips and locks gazes with Tony once more. She doesn’t say anything yet, her eyes narrowing slightly until Tony looks away from her, cheeks burning red. He’s very aware of Peter watching them and he looks over at his boyfriend. Peter simply nods towards MJ, wordlessly ordering him to focus on her for now. “I need you to fetch that apple for me, but uh, there’s a catch.” “A catch?” Tony repeats MJ’s words. “You’re not allowed to get wet. Not a single drop of water staining your skin or there will be consequences. And believe me, they’re in my favor.” Tony sniffs and stares back at the apple, still floating, creating ripples in the water around it. How on earth is he going to- It’s impossible. The only way to reach it would be to swim. Surely he’s missing the solution to her bewitched riddle. “Go on, then.” “Michelle, I don’t-”

“Come on, sweetness,” Peter coos, “-don’t keep her waiting. Make me proud.” Tony gulps and shakes his head. He doesn’t get it. His eyes scan their surroundings, hoping to find a broom or a stick or whatever, but there’s nothing he can use. He presses his lips together. He doesn’t want to displease his deities, he- Tony lets out a shaky breath when he realizes he’s starting to think of them as Cupido and Aphrodite already. He looks at MJ once more, wanting to plead for a hint, beg her to stop the light humiliation he loves, when he sees how MJ’s barely able to keep herself from laughing out loud. The realization dawns on him and he growls. She’s fucking with him, the little tease. There’s no answer to her riddle, there’s no-

Tony smirks. There is something. MJ wants her apple? She’ll get her apple. Tony rises from his seat swiftly and runs over to her. The girl shrieks. She to scramble up when she realizes his plan, but she’s too late. He scoops her up easily and throws her into the pool. Water splashes in the air when the girl disappears beneath the surface. Peter, on the other side, bursts out laughing and Tony grins proudly. He solved the riddle after all. The Goddess got her desired fruit and he didn’t get wet.

MJ swims up and gasps when her head is no longer underwater. With one hand she pushes her now wet hair out of her face and then blinks a few times to get the water out of her eyes. “Tony!” She huffs and licks her lips. There’s a playful sparkle in her eyes when she swims towards him - the apple long-forgotten. The man gulps when she puts her arms on the tiles at the edge and pushes herself up. Everything. Everything clings to her body so tightly. Her hair, her dress . She strides towards him and Tony wants to drop to his knees - again. Still. A surge of arousal shoots through him at the thought. He crossed the Goddess and he wants to make it right. Goddess. Goddess. His Goddess?

She stops mere inches away from him. Her gaze fierce and strong as she stares up, scanning his face. Tony wants to apologize. She raises a finger at him though, it’s enough to make him shush. MJ reaches out for him, her soft, wet fingers trailing past his cheek. “Don’t look away,” she orders and Tony shakes his head in response, but a moan catches in his throat when she beckons Peter to come over. “Help me take it off again, would you?” Tony’s ashamed to admit that the scene has him hard in his shorts, his cock pressing against the fabric just right. Does this mean Peter helped her get into the dress as well? Tony stares, as she asked, at the way the water is still trickling down her body, the droplets making her skin glitter in the bright sunlight. Her hard nipples poke through the thin fabric. He stares at her, and at Peter, the boy now carefully moving her hair to one side to find the button. Tony can see how Peter’s cheeks are flushed now that his fingers brush past her skin. Tony knows how much this must mean to the boy. Peter has known he’s bisexual for so long, yet he’s never touched a woman. Not like this. The moment he manages to undo the button, MJ slides the dress off her shoulders, slowly, teasingly, until it’s all the way down to her feet and she steps out of it. Tony moans when he sees she’s naked. No bra. No panties. Just her. “Should I get the hourglass?” Her whisper is quiet but the words echo in his mind nonetheless. Hourglass. Cupido.

Aphrodite.

“Please.” Tony pleads and he doesn’t care how needy it makes him sound. They know what they’re in for. They’ve discussed this. He wants this. MJ smiles, licking her lips before she turns around to make her way towards the small pedestal a few feet away. Tony stares at Peter, Cupido, in front of him. Just in time to see the young man’s nostrils flare when MJ moves. Tony wonders if he smells her again. He hopes so. Knows it drives his lover wild. “Any last words, Peter?” MJ asks both of them, giving them a last chance to back out. Not that they want to. “No.” “Tony?” “No, Michelle,” Tony speaks quietly and groans when she lifts the hourglass, turning it to its side and putting it down again. “Call me Aphrodite.”

Tony’s already so overwhelmed by both their presence. Aphrodite is so powerful standing there, her wet curls long and thick and gosh- he knows he wants to braid it and one point. Feel it slide through his fingers. “Amore,” Cupido whispers, and his eyes find the god in front of him. Peter’s looking at him so sweetly it grounds him a little. The brown eyes he’s grown so used to over the years. Loving him. “Undress me.” Tony doesn’t hesitate. His fingers immediately curl around Peter’s shirt. It’s not long before Cupido’s body is revealed and the way Aphrodite gasps has them both twitch. “Oh, Cupido,” she whispers. “Those statues really were to scale.” She moves closer to the two men and her hand shamelessly touches his defined abs, right above his abdomen. “You truly are a God worthy of worship.” “As are you,” Peter whispers in reply, eyes strained on her physique as well.

After a few shaky breaths, Peter turns his head towards his servant. “We’re going to the grass. Please bring the basket of fruit.” “Yes, my Lord,” Tony whispers and walks over to the basket, carefully lifting it up and walking after his deities to the patch of grass where they sit down. He waits. “Where would you like me to put it, Cupido?” “Just here’s fine,” Peter answers and pats the ground on his right. Tony nods, lowering the basket and then taking a step back. Waiting for the next order. It’s almost funny how much their dynamics in this had changed since the first time they did this. Where Tony, despite his submissive role, used to take the lead; he’s now giving in fully. Peter’s confidence has grown so much that the subtle power shift simply happened. Tony loves it like this. Is grateful that he doesn’t have to think much. Not when there are two gorgeous beings in front of him. It’s MJ, their Goddess, who speaks next.

“Get out of your clothes, Tony. I wish to see you fully.” Tony nods, his hands reaching up for the buttons of his white shirt and he opens them. A slight hint of insecurity washes over him. He’s not as gorgeous as Peter - his age is catching up with him. And, there’s the arc reactor with all its scars around it, covering his chest. It’s not beautiful. Not like Cupido. He pushes through, though, and he moans softly when he sees the woman’s gaze filled with lust after all. “Am I to your liking, My Lady?” “Oh, yes, Tony. Very, very much. I can see why Cupido has chosen you.” Tony moans, a very filthy moan, at those words. He drops his shirt to the floor and pushes his shorts and underwear down, stepping out of them. His cock is so achingly hard and he blushes as he sees the woman checking him out. “He’s a real work of art, don’t you think?” Cupido quips, smiling proudly. Aphrodite nods. “Why don’t you come closer,” she whispers and pats the ground in front of her. Tony nods desperately, finally, finally, able to kneel. The dry grass is cracking under his weight. The woman’s fingers reach out for him, this time just above his collarbone. Her nails grazing, tickling, as she drags them down towards the arc reactor. “Let me inspect you.” “A-Aphrodite…” “Shhhhh, just let it happen.”

Tony lets her explore. Enjoying the warmth of her fingertips there where his skin ends and the arc reactor begins. The blue light shimmering on her skin. Slowly her hands start to roam around a little more. Tracing his clavicle, then down, less than an inch away from his nipples. He turns his head around slightly, looking at Peter. The young man is watching them, a content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “How’s that, caro mio ?” Peter’s sweet voice makes him moan and he slumps forward just a little. “Good,” he breathes. “-good and soft.” “Oh-” Peter exclaims sweetly and Tony’s eyes widen. That’s usually a sign something’s about to happen. A sign that his god has something in store for him. “I know something that’s gonna be even softer. Come, lay down on your back.”

Tony complies easily. The grass tickling his naked skin but he doesn’t really care. Not when Peter sits up, crouching next to him with the basket of fruit in his hands. He picks a pomegranate from it. Fingers digging into the peel. Tony can hear its seeds crack and like a Pavlov response, the sound has his dick twitch. MJ stares down at him amused, probably seeing right through them. He watches how his God bites into the peel after he turned it squishy, and then he sticks his arm out and squeezes. Tony gasps when the juice splatters down on his chest, making him wet and sticky all over. “Aphrodite,” Cupido grins widely. “I think we should have a little taste, don’t you?” Tony groans and closes his eyes. Yes, please. He doesn’t have to wait long. He can feel Peter’s warm breath on his lower abdomen. Sucking. Tasting. Teasing. And then- Oh God. A second pair of lips find their way onto his skin. The Goddess’ lips are so soft, so soft and hesitant as she too starts pressing sweet kisses on his skin. Her tongue occasionally darts out to lick up the pomegranate juice staining his chest. His eyes flutter open again and he watches, enthralled, how MJ and Peter move closer and closer towards one another. They’re so beautiful together. Please. Please. He needs them to kiss. Wants to see how good it makes Peter feel. Wants to see those ethereal beings melt together. Sensual and erotic. “Please,” he breathes out and moans when he realizes what he just said. They both turn their heads to look at him and Tony licks his lips. “M-may I request you kiss each other?”

Peter breathes in sharply at Tony’s suggestion and he turns back to stare at MJ. Their faces are so close already. Her lips are sticky with the same juice staining his own. He wants to kiss her, very, very much so. “Do you…” he whispers and Aphrodite nods. Leaning over Tony’s chest to reach for him, pressing her lips onto his. Peter whines, his entire body surging with pleasure. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Tony had been right. Girls’ lips are so fucking soft. He reaches out for her, his hand on her waist and the other on the ground to support himself. She feels so different than Tony does in every aspect he can think of, but it feels good though. He likes the way her hair tickles his face. The soft sounds deep in her throat, and obviously the smell. God, why does she smell so fucking good? He wants to bury his head between her thighs, wants to lick her, taste her. Make her legs shiver around him.

He’s so fucking nervous. The hand on her waist could easily sneak down but he doesn’t have the guts. “You hesitate,” MJ sighs into him as her hand grabs his, slowly pushing him further down to where they both want him to be. “I can smell you,” Peter blurts out and leans back slightly, eyes opened wide when he realizes what he just said. “What?” “S-Spidey Sense, everything is heightened, your arousal… It’s everywhere. I, I want-” “You can smell how wet I am? How much I am soaking for you?” Aphrodite grins, continuing their kiss, licking his lips open-mouthed. Peter moans and his fingers slightly dig into her hips. “Smells so good-” “Do I? That’s sweet…” MJ continues moving his hand further down her body. “Do you want to feel it?” Peter nods eagerly and the Goddess guides his hands between her legs. She’s dripping down her thighs and his fingers catch it as he caresses her. Peter instinctively squeezes her inner thigh and MJ moans. When he does it, the smell intensifies for a split second. “What did you do-” he mumbles. “I didn’t do that, Pete-” She takes his top lip between her teeth and suckles on it. “You made me feel good. Making me feel good makes me wetter.” “Wanna make you feel good,” Peter moans. His hips roll midair. “Well, then,” MJ whispers, letting go of Peter to look him in the eyes. “Do you want to taste it, Cupido?”

MJ lays down on the grass, lifting her knees and resting her feet in the tickling strands. Peter and Tony stare wide-eyed at the phenomenon in front of them. She’s literally oozing slickness and Peter wants nothing more than to stuff his face into it but he’s scared. Scared as he inches forward. Scared as he leans down until his face is right over her. The smell is intense. Addicting. His mind spins, yet anxiety settles. “Peter, are you okay?” Peter’s head whips up at the mention of his own name. Not Cupido’s. “I don’t know-” MJ immediately pulls back upon seeing the bewildered look on Peter’s face. She closes her legs and glances at Tony, who gives her a worried look. Instead of commanding Tony to get it, she stands up herself to grab the nearest hourglass. She sits down next to Peter and hands it to him. He stares at the infinity sign in front of him and his stomach aches.

“The hourglass exists for a reason,” MJ reminds him. “Use it if you need to.” She cocks her head. “You’re not ruining this. Only pausing.” Peter looks up at MJ and his breath hitches in his throat. He feels like crying over the stupidest fucking thing. He slowly puts the hourglass upright and Tony sits down next to him. Both men know MJ is in tune with her subs. That she’s a great dom. They didn’t expect her to do this. “What’s going on in your head, Pete?” MJ asks softly, genuinely. The role of Aphrodite completely discarded. “I’ve never done this before.” His lips press on top of each other and he shakes his head. “It’s stupid, I know. I’m just. I’m nervous. How can I be Cupid if I don’t even know how to make someone feel good?” MJ places her hand on his shoulder and squeezes slightly. “You’re already making me feel good. But it’s completely normal to feel these things.” “I want to learn how, though,” Peter says while blowing up his cheeks. MJ smiles kindly and creates a bit of distance between them so Peter can breathe. “Do you want to try it as Peter, Tony, and MJ? Keep the hourglass upright?” Peter nods, a little embarrassed. “If that’s okay with you.” “Pete, we’re all here to have fun,” Tony joins in. “MJ and I will take good care of you, alright?” Peter gives a small nod and looks at the hourglass, still in his hands. He’s ready to learn. “Alright.”

“How do you wanna do this?” MJ asks. “Want me to guide you?” “I can show you how it works,” Tony states. The other two look at him surprised. “A-are you okay with that?” Peter asks rather shocked. “You’re not-” “I know. But you know I’ve shared a bed with many women back in the day. Just cause I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t like making them squeal.” He winks, keeping the conversation light for Peter’s comfort. “Your call, Pete.” Peter turns his head to MJ who nods with a smile. He scoots closer to MJ again, but not where he was before, and he looks at Tony with a nervous expression on his face. “Show me,” he mumbles. “Please.”

Soon, Tony’s open mouth hovers over MJ’s private parts. Peter’s eyes are locked on his every movement, studying him like he would for a test. “Women are very sensitive,” Tony says softly. “Much like you, actually.” He swallows and glances up at Peter. “The more loved they feel, the more arousal they feel.” “You’re romanticizing it,” MJ scoffs a laugh and Tony cocks an eyebrow. “You’re talking to the person who was actually sent a prize cup with the text ‘#1 Pussy Licker’ engraved into it.” Tony grins. “Trust me when I say I know how to make you come four times in a row.” “Oh, I’m not questioning it. I’m just trying to say that Peter might be more of a visual learner, if you know what I mean.” “Eager,” Tony says with a smirk. Peter doesn’t say a word. He just watches.

Tony brings up his index finger and takes a bit of MJ’s wetness from the inside of her leg. She shivers visibly and Tony points at a certain spot. “This little thing here is your best friend. When you touch it just right-” MJ gasps softly when Tony’s finger expertly starts tracing patterns on her clit. “The slower you go, the more agonizing it is for her,” Tony chuckles darkly. “If you want to make a woman desperate, this is the best way, in my opinion.” “Differs per person, though,” MJ adds. Her breath is a little shaky and her muscles clench when Tony presses an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh. “Differs per person,” he repeats. “Best way to figure out what makes ‘em shake is to just try things. Some ladies like a bit of teeth, others don’t.” Tony scratches his beard on her inner thigh as he continues to rub slow circles on her clit. “T-Tony-” “When she’s wet enough, just keep making those little circles. Move down a bit…” He spreads her folds with his circular movements and MJ tilts her hips slightly so he has better access. “Until you’ll find your fingers moving into even more slickness. Keep circling there and then-” MJ gasps out loud when he enters her gently. “-you push in… Let her get used to you before moving. However-” He pulls out again, his fingers so slick and shiny with her wetness, it has Peter’s cock throb. MJ whines in protest.

“-Today’s class isn’t about fingering now, is it?” He smirks mischievously and MJ huffs. “You’re a tease, Tones.” It’s almost a growl. “Get that face on my puss, show Peter how it’s done.” Tony’s smile is almost innocent and he moves his face closer again. “Remember your best friend?” His voice has gotten quieter. Deeper. Peter notices how the vibrations of it go straight through MJ, who has closed her eyes. Her jaw is slacked, head hanging back as she leans on her elbows in the grass. “I kiss it like I would kiss her soft lips.” MJ bites her bottom lip and stifles a moan when Tony’s opened mouth softly presses against her. He lets go of her for a second to speak again. “Suckle on it, while I squeeze the skin of her legs. Keep her hips from grinding down onto my face. I’m in charge of her pleasure,” he growls quietly before pressing his face against her again. MJ moans audibly now and arches her back. She sounds amazing, and slowly, Peter feels the intensifying need to make her moan like that too. For him.

Tony explains all kinds of techniques, showing exactly how they’re done. Peter makes note of everything he does. How to lick her, go inside her with his tongue. How he can keep playing with her clit while eating her out. What patterns to draw with the tip of his tongue and how he can make her taste herself by kissing her. The whole scene is so hot and Peter is throbbing by the time MJ is nearing the edge. “T-Tony, I’m-” she gasps, hips bucking involuntarily and thighs squeezing around his face. Tony, however, pulls back with a grin, face slick with her juices. MJ lets out a frustrated yelp and her hands flail in an attempt to grab his hair and pull him back onto her. She’s panting and growling and convulsing and it’s one of the hottest things Peter’s ever seen. Tony easily evades MJ’s grasp and shakes his head. He turns to look at Peter and cocks an eyebrow. “Ready to give it a go?”

Peter’s mouth is dry when he sits down on Tony’s spot. MJ has since come down from the edge, but the look on her face, the smell of her wetness and the little noises falling from her lips have Peter dizzy already. He’s broken out of his trance when Tony hands him the hourglass. Peter looks at it confused and Tony figures he should explain it. “If at any point while eating her out, you want to go back to being Cupido. We’re ready. Once again, your call, Pete.” “And if I don’t?” Peter mumbles quietly, slightly ashamed. “Then you don’t,” MJ breathes out. “We’re here every step of the way.” “Thank you…” Peter licks his lips nervously and Tony frowns at him before deciding he needs to do this differently.

“Close your eyes.” Tony’s fingers wrap around Peter’s shoulders and massage his neck. Peter complies and exhales through his nose. Tony nods at MJ who leans slightly forward to take Peter’s hands, still holding on to the hourglass, in hers. She pulls him down, closer, while Tony kneads his muscles the way Silvia had taught him. Tony leans in until his mouth is right next to Peter’s ear. They all know Peter wants it so much. His embarrassment holds him back. Tony’s goal is to make him so hot and bothered for MJ that Peter forgets his worries and just dives in. Tony speaks, quietly. “Take a deep breath through your nose…” Peter does as told and shivers when the intense scent overwhelms him again. He whimpers. “How’s that smell?” Tony asks. “G-good,” Peter manages to push out. When his mouth opens to speak his cock twitches as his tongue picks up on the taste mid-air. “Just good?” Tony questions as he keeps rubbing his hands into Peter’s upper back and shoulders. “Give us your words, Pete.” “It’s- it’s sweet, somehow.” “More,” Tony growls into his ear. “Intense,” Peter says before taking another breath in, eyelids fluttering, but remaining shut. “S… Sensational. Sensual.” “More-” “Overwhelming.” “More.” “Addicting.” “Do you want it?” MJ whispers. “I need it.” “Feel it.” MJ tugs on one of the hands she was still holding. She pulls the one that isn’t holding onto the upright hourglass closer to her until the tips of Peter’s index and middle finger catch some of her wetness. Peter shivers upon contact, screwing his eyes even further shut. “O-oh.” Peter barely notices how clouded his mind has become. “Juicy, isn’t it?” Tony moans into Peter’s ear. Peter replies with a moan of his own. “Open your mouth, pretty boy.” MJ’s voice is soft. Gentle. “Lean in. Taste me.”

The smell of MJ’s wetness is nothing compared to actually tasting it on his tongue. Delicious. He was right. She’s delicious. Salty and sweet and like nothing he’s ever had before. The next few minutes are a haze. Peter can hear MJ’s moans in the distance, every single one making him shiver all over, while Tony continues to growl filthy and encouraging words to him. It’s only when Tony tells him to open his eyes that Peter’s mind catches up again. "Peter, look at her face, god- she loves what you're doing to her," Tony whispers, his hands still working their magic on Peter's back. Kneading, gliding, digging in all the right places. The words make his dick stir and he moans against MJ while glancing up as much as he can. The sight is dizzying. Her lips parted where broken moans keep falling from her lips like a sweet melody. He sucks experimentally, then flattening his tongue against her clit. The way her eyes flutter makes him smile. He feels confident, powerful.

Powerful.

As he continues to ravage MJ, he raises the one hand he hasn’t used yet. The hand that’s holding the hourglass. He curls his arm around her leg and while maintaining eye contact he places it upright on her bare stomach. The cold material of the hourglass against her skin and the anticipation of what’s about to come has MJ shaking. Peter continues to eat her out, not breaking eye contact. His pupils are blown wide. Slowly but surely he starts tipping the hourglass, while his tongue starts spelling out her name in between kisses and suckles. A-P-H- The intense, dark look in his eye causes MJ suck in a breath. R-O-D- “Peter-” I-T-E- The hourglass now rests on its side on her stomach and Tony’s touch immediately softens up on his back. “Cupido-” Tony mutters and Peter growls in response. Yes, that’s right. He’s in charge here. This is his island. Tony is his servant. And god- Aphrodite is making him lose his mind. Their sounds, the change in their demeanor and the way Cupido aggressively attacks MJ’s pussy has the Goddess bordering on the edge of orgasm. “Cupido,” Aphrodite gasps and arches her back. “Please, please, I’m so close-” “Are you?” Cupido chuckles darkly as he moves back up to suck on her clit again. “Yes-yes-yes-yes- don’t stop, don’t stop!” “Mmmmmmm.” Peter hums around Aphrodite’s sweet spot and her legs squeeze around his head, hands pulling the grass out of the ground. Her hips buck and twitch and- “Come for me, Aphrodite.”

Peter sighs happily as he puts his fork down. The late-night dinner they’d made together was delicious - a rich, creamy mushroom risotto with scallops and asparagus. His stomach is nice and full. Not too full, though. He knows they’re fucking again tonight and he doesn’t want his digestive system to slow him down. His cheeks flush when he thinks about this afternoon. His entire body tingles when he remembers how MJ had tasted on his tongue. How incredibly hot it’d been to watch Tony fuck her while he fucked Tony. Sandwiching their servant between them. Peter’s lips pressed onto hers while he rutted into him. He hasn’t been inside their Goddess yet. Tonight, she’d promised. Tonight. His cock stirs at the memory and his blush intensifies. MJ grins from opposite him.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” she states and stands up. “You two, wait here.” Peter wonders what she’s up to and stares as she walks off. He vaguely remembers she said something about another surprise earlier today. Would it have anything to do with that? He eyes Tony carefully. “How are you feeling, sweetness?” Peter asks. Tony nods and licks his lips, meeting Peter’s gaze. “I feel good, amore.” “Come here,” Peter continues and gestures for him to come closer. The man obliges instantly and kneels at his side - a small habit they’ve picked up since they’d gotten to the island. Usually Peter orders Tony to massage him, or suck him off, or praise him. Not now. Now he simply puts his hand on Tony’s shoulder. His servant shudders under his touch. “Let’s see what Aphrodite has in store for us now, uh?” Peter grins and squeezes gently into Tony’s skin. The man lets out a shaky breath and nods. Peter can see how hard the man is already. Or still? Peter isn’t sure. Early on, MJ gave Tony one rule to follow today. He only gets to come twice and it’s his choice when he wants to. He came during their first fuck and had been holding off ever since.

It doesn’t take long for MJ to return and she’s holding the shopping bag in her hands. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes has Peter on edge already. Whatever she’s planned for them, it’s going to fuck with their heads and he can’t wait. “Hmmm, so beautiful on your knees, Tony,” the Goddess mumbles and she crouches down in front of him, shoving the bag toward the man. “Open up.” Peter cranes his neck a little to look over Tony’s shoulder. The older man’s hands are hesitant and careful as he opens the bag. A small, wooden box appears, delicate lines burned into its surface. “Wine, My Lady?” Tony asks softly and MJ nods. She reaches forward, guiding Tony’s hands towards the top and helps him slide it open. Tony hums appreciatively when he sees the name on the label. “Good choice.” “I know. Now, why don’t you go fetch me a corkscrew, honey?” Tony’s eyes glance up at Peter and he nods curtly. The man hurries off. Peter tilts his head and grins at MJ. “That must’ve cost a fortune.” “Oh it sure did, he’s gonna love this, Cupido.” MJ stands up with the bottle in her hand, showing it to Peter. Castello Vicchiomaggio FSM Merlot. It sounds very Italian and high-class and he’s not exactly surprised Tony recognized the name. He probably grew up with it. MJ takes a step closer towards him, bridging the space between them. Peter swallows when her hair tickles on his skin.

“Do you know what I’m going to do with this, arciere ?” The young God shakes his head. There are endless possibilities of what they could do with it and knowing how creative she is, he’d probably guess wrong anyway. Aphrodite smiles sweetly and leans in, kissing him so incredibly gentle that it has his knees weak. He groans quietly, putting his hands on her waist to drag her flush against him. Her curves make him dizzy with lust. It’s so different from the way Tony feels underneath his touch, yet it’s still just warm skin, soft flesh, to dig his fingers into. He can taste the creamy sauce on her tongue still. He grins into the kiss when he feels Tony nearing the dining room again but he doesn’t break away from her. Tony’s reaction when he enters the room is barely audible, but Peter doesn’t miss the tiny gasp. Tony clears his throat, causing Peter and MJ to turn towards him. “M-My Lady? I’ve got what you asked for,” Tony lowers himself on one knee and presents the corkscrew to the Goddess. “Very well,” MJ answers. She takes the corkscrew from his opened hands and opens the bottle with such ease Peter knows she’s done it before. The strong, fruity aroma fills his nostrils and he hums. God, he loves the smell of red wine. “Cupido, I need your assistance for a moment.” Peter holds the bottle of wine for her, watching how she waves her hand at Tony to make him kneel down completely. MJ gently caresses Tony’s chin. “Do you know this wine?” “Not this one specifically. The brand, yes.” “Good. You’re going to taste it for us.” MJ cups her hands tightly and nods at Peter. He gets the hint. He tilts the bottle and bites down on his bottom lip when he sees how the crimson red liquid fills her hands. Droplets seep through her fingers. “Drink.”

Peter watches, enthralled, how Tony’s eyes flutter shut at the command. His head bowed, lips kissing MJ’s fingers slightly before he laps at the wine. Drinking it all up. It’s messy and the drink stains on the man’s chin. Dripping onto his chest and onto the floor. “Gooooood,” MJ coos when Tony licks up the last bit from her hands, sucking on her fingers to clean her up. Her index finger trails across Tony’s lips and they part naturally. “Tell me, how’s it taste?” “Sweet…” Tony starts quietly. “Earthy, rich. It’s delicious, My Lady. Thank you for granting me my share.” The Goddess is pleased with his answer. Peter can see how she’s in her element. In charge of the situation. In charge of Cupido, too.

Tony stares at the expensive bottle in Aphrodite’s hand. He can’t believe she spent his money on this. Of course, the amount she spent is nothing compared to the numbers in his bank account. He wouldn’t even notice. But he’s very aware of how incredibly much this is for the both of them and the thought has him shiver all over. “Now,” the woman speaks and smiles down on him. “-what should we do with it?” “I… I can get some chalices?” “Nah, I want it to be special. Do you know how expensive this one is, Tony?” “I do.” “Good.” Aphrodite doesn’t break eye contact with him as she raises the bottle and flicks her wrists. The wine splatters onto her chest and streams down. Oh fuck, oh fuck- “There goes your precious money, tesoro. Come, catch it before it goes to a waste.” Tony groans and rushes forward. His lips sucking on her skin, tongue darting out in an attempt to catch most of the wine. She laughs, aiming for his head. Tony feels the liquid trickle down his hair and it’s so humiliating yet pleasurable at the same time. His cock twitches, hanging hard and heavy between his legs. His lips move their way up her legs as he keeps drinking, trying to spill as little as possible. Obviously, he fails at that. The wine pours so freely that he could never catch even half of it, but the fact that Aphrodite is literally wasting his money here turns him on beyond limits.

“Please,” he mumbles into her skin when she stops spilling the liquid. She stares down at him and Tony moans, his tongue darting and teasing along her inner thigh. “Taste so good, My Lady.” “Do you think you deserve more?” Tony moans at the words and casts his eyes down. Staring at the stained-red floor. “That, I will leave for you to judge,” he mumbles softly. Aphrodite chuckles sweetly from above him. “You’re such a wonderful servant boy- so polite and well-mannered. Cupido has taught you well.” Tony doesn’t know why those words nearly have him collapse. Nearly have him beg for anything his deities are willing to give him. Aphrodite called him boy. He shivers just thinking about it. The simple word is just another reminder of his position beneath them. His very submission credited not to him, but to Cupido. He’s sinking deeper. So much deeper. All he craves at this moment is to please them. “Oh Cupido, just look at him. Isn’t he the prettiest thing? Here- it’s your turn.” Tony gulps, not daring to look up at them yet. His heart is pounding in his chest. Is- Is his lover going to spill the rest of the wine? His fingers curl together and he takes a shaky breath. Gasps, when he sees his God’s feet moving closer until they’re right in front of him. “Look at me,” the young man’s voice demands and Tony’s head shoots up. Peter’s eyes are dark with lust and looking down at him so sweetly- he has to shift closer. Tony shuffles on his knees, resting his chin on the God’s leg. “Please, My Lord- Please.” “Oh do I love hearing you beg, caro mio , open your mouth.” Tony obeys easily, parting his lips while he keeps staring up at his lover. He stares how Peter tilts the bottle until the wine comes pouring out once more, this time clattering into his mouth. Tony tries, very, very hard to swallow it all. But it’s impossible. Impossible to keep up with. He drinks, gulps down as much as he can. Very aware of the fact the entirety of him is wet and sticky and sweet. He knows he can’t get truly drunk from the amount he manages to drink up but his body starts feeling slightly buzzy anyways. “That’s it,” Cupido coos, “-that’s it, amore.”

Soon, the bottle is completely empty. The soft, dripping sounds when the last droplets fall from Tony’s hair into the puddle of wine around him ringing in his ears. He feels so good. So incredibly good. Aphrodite beckons Cupido to come closer and they crouch in front of Tony together. All Tony can do is stare at their divine bodies. Smooth, strong, shiny and powerful. MJ’s fingers trace past Tony’s chest and Tony stares, eyes fixated on the way she then brings her hand in front of Cupido to let him taste. He watches how Cupido’s lips wrap around her fingers so nicely, sucking on them. Moaning.

“I think it’s time we show you our master bedroom,” Cupido whispers the moment her fingers slide out of his mouth. MJ stares at his sweet face, before she breaks out into a smile and nods. Somehow, the thought of being in their bedroom makes the whole situation a lot more intimate and real. She watches how Peter’s arms wrap themselves around Tony’s wine-soaked body and how he lifts the man easily. MJ nearly gasps. Peter is smaller than Tony, and yet- he carries him as if he doesn’t even feel anything. Spidey strength? The mere idea of Peter… Cupido being that strong does things to her. “Caro mio,” Peter whispers to the man, pressing a gentle peck on Tony’s chest, kissing the wine of him. “You are so beautiful. So perfect. We’re so pleased with you.” MJ smiles fondly at seeing her friends like this, at seeing Tony melt into his God's arms so sweetly. She follows after them.

Peter smiles when they walk into the bedroom. MJ’s close behind them. He loves this room. It’s spacious and big, yet the dim lights make the room feel so cozy. He walks towards the bed and moans when he spots the gaze in Tony’s eyes, lowering him into the silk sheets. He’s actually under now. So pliant. So sweet. So malleable. Ready to do anything they might want from him. “Cupido,” MJ whispers from behind him. Cupido eyes her curiously. “Aphrodite?” “I think it’s time for me to fulfill my promise to you.” Peter gulps at those words and he nods breathlessly. He is going to fuck her. He is going to be inside her. Inside a woman. Tony’s been describing it to him more than once and he’s so ready to find out what it feels like. To make their Goddess feel good. He stares intently when she lowers herself onto her back and without even realizing he’s doing it, he climbs onto the bed and hovers his body on top of hers. Their skin isn’t touching, but he can feel how warm she is. Hears her heart beating. As nervous as he was to eat her out this afternoon, he’s not nervous now. “Tell Aphrodite how beautiful she is, Tony,” Cupido growls as he moves one hand down, tracing her fingers through her wetness. She’s so slick, so fucking slick it has his mind spin with desire. Tony breathes in heavily before he speaks. “Aphrodite- you are divine- your hair, waves for your loyal servant to push his fingers through, skin glowing with warmth and lust, feeding my desires with endless pleasure-” Tony sighs, his voice hoarse and quiet. Peter takes this moment to trail his fingers up slightly, remember what Tony had taught him this afternoon. Be slow. Gentle. Don’t push but- MJ gasps out loud when Peter brushes past her sweet spot. Her legs dropping wider unconsciously while Tony continues his praise. “Your eyes carry the night sky, hiding infinity behind the stars. Your presence is humbling, dizzying. Like alcohol, you tear my defenses and aid me to give in to your gentle touch. Divine, Aphrodite, you are divine-” “Oh my god, Tony-” MJ murmurs and reaches out for the man, her fingers wrapping around Tony’s cock to stroke him ever so slowly. Tony actually whimpers at the touch and Peter moans seeing both of them expressing their pleasure. He feels so strangely satisfied.

“C-Cupido-” MJ moans and Peter’s eyes find the Goddess’ gaze staring at him hungrily. His face flushes when he knows what she’s going to ask him next. “Will you please take me?” “Don’t you want me to fini-” he breathes and casts his eyes down where his fingers are still rubbing against her. “Oh, I do. C’mere.” Peter swallows when he shuffles closer between her legs. His cock is throbbing and it twitches when he realizes he’s about to fuck her. Not just any woman. It’s MJ. Aphrodite. She’s so incredibly pretty and sweet and the way her mouth tugs into a little smile has his insides burn with lust. Tony’s cuddled up at her side, his lips parted where tiny huffs leave him with every stroke on his cock. MJ grins at him and lifts her legs up, resting her ankles on Peter’s shoulders. Their hips are so close. He twists his wrist slightly to have his thumb rub against her again, the touch earning him another moan. “Aphrodite, I- Can I?”

All it takes is one little nod. Peter groans, nearly stumbling forward when he grabs his own cock to guide himself inside her. He pushes in and- Peter squeezes his eyes shut when he feels her warm slickness surround him. “Oh my-” he chokes out when his hips sink down completely. It’s so easy . It’s so similar and yet so incredibly different to how Tony feels and- He can’t think anymore when she tilts her pelvis to make him slide in even deeper. “Give it to me, Cupid. Do not even think about holding back-” Aphrodite orders him and Peter nods, slowly pulling back only to slam back in. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he loses himself in a dizzying rhythm. MJ’s moans ringing in his ears, Tony staring at the both of them in awe. His free hand grabs around her upper leg to draw her in closer and he knows his fingers are digging into the soft flesh maybe a tad too harshly but her scent is increasing, her moans growing louder and when he tries to ask, she shuts him up with a rushed, “-don’t stop.”

So he doesn’t.

“F-feel so good, Aphrodite,” he whimpers and leans forward slightly. Her knees bending closer into her chest to give in to his weight. Where sometimes he’d have to get extra lube when fucking Tony, MJ only feels slicker around him with each thrust. He knows she’s getting closer to her high. Her moans are getting breathier, her legs trembling slightly where they still rest on his shoulders. He picks up his pace, his thumb flicking over her, playing with her clit. “Close, ‘m so close, don’t stop-don’t stop!” “I won’t. I’ll never stop, can’t stop even if I wanted to, can’t-” Cupido’s words are cut off by Aphrodite’s sweet cry. Her body tenses for a moment, and- oh god. Her insides squeeze around him, her entire body going slack. Peter grunts, rutting into her while she tightens again, and again, and again. She brings her hands down and gently moves his fingers away from her. “Need a sec,” she chuckles, the sound turning into another moan when Peter drives forward again. He wants to come, so badly. He’s getting so close so fast and he knows it’s probably too fast, but god- who can blame him. It’s his very first time like this and he just made MJ come around him and she just feels so good, and-

“I can’t wait to taste the two of you mixed together,” Tony mumbles, his voice shaky as MJ’s hand cups his balls, playing with them. “-it would be such an honor. Can I- please? Aphrodite can I please eat you out after he comes?” Cupido growls, inching forward even more, one of his hands creeping up towards the Goddess’ throat. His fingers curl around it and he can feel her fast pulse on his fingertips. Aphrodite gasps and the young God bites down his own lip harshly. The woman loves being choked, loves the pressure, the lack of oxygen for a moment. She’s explained it to him all this time ago and now he has her right here, so he squeezes ever so lightly, aware of his increased strength. “T-Tony, yes- Permission granted, I- Fuck. Cupido, show me just how strong you are, please. I can take more, I promise, I promise. I’ll tap you if it’s too much but-” Peter tightens his grips and the way MJ’s eyes flutter shut makes his dick stir with need. Just a few more thrusts- just a few more. Oh fuck- “I’m gonna-” Cupido manages to breathe out before he tips right over the edge. His body crashes forward, MJ gasping and pushing her hips up to take him all the way in where he spills inside her. His grip around her throat loosens up, his brain clouded and fuzzy in the best way possible. Slowly, his breathing comes back down to a more normal pace. He casts his eyes down, staring at MJ’s dazzling sweet smile. She pats the bed on her right, eyeing Tony mischievously. “Your turn, honey.”

Cupido nestles into her side and watches wide-eyed how Tony crawls between her legs needily. His lips capturing her clit expertly. Sucking, licking down more and more until he laps the God’s cum right out of her. It’s a fucking wonderful sight, Peter wants- “You’re still hard, Cupido-” Aphrodite whispers, moaning when Tony touches her just right. Peter grins. “Being Spider-Man has its advantages.” “Oh my… It’s going to be a long night, isn’t-” Aphrodite’s voice turns into a loud whimper when Tony grabs her hips tighter and Peter glances down, seeing how the man drags his tongue over her sweet spot again and again. “It is,” Cupido answers while gripping his own dick. “A long, long night. We’re going to wreck our sweet servant, hmm, Tony?” “We sure are,” Aphrodite chimes in.

Tony moans.

None of them know what time it is. Late, they guess. The moon is high in the sky and it’s been dark forever. Tony stares at the bodies of his deities; their sweaty skin glows a warm shade under the light of the torches and candles. His gods are spent. Cupido’s cock finally went soft after the fifth orgasm on that bed. Tony wouldn’t have an answer if he was asked how often Aphrodite came. This entire evening- or, well, the whole day- had been intense and now Cupido and Aphrodite are lazily making out while Tony tidies the room. “You get two orgasms today,” Aphrodite’s voice still lingers in his head. “No more. You get to choose when.”

Tony hasn’t come a second time yet. His cock aches and has turned a darker shade, veins throbbing to the beat of his heart. He didn’t want to come earlier. Not when his Cupido and his Aphrodite were still chasing their highs. He wanted - no, needed - their hunger to be sated first. To worship them, like he promised he would. His release was not important to him. But now, he can’t help but gently cup his shaft and press it flat onto his abdomen with his palm. He shivers and turns away, not wanting to bother his deities with his needs. They were done. Ready for sleep. And Tony couldn’t- “What do you think you’re doing?” Cupido’s voice is soft, yet stern. Tony shuffles where he stands and slightly ducks his head when he turns back to the bed, slowly. Aphrodite is leaning back on her elbows, head cocked, while Cupido sits up straight, one opened hand resting on Aphrodite’s chest. “I-” “What did I tell you about hiding your pleasure?” Tony’s lip quivers at his Cupido’s words and he lets go of his dick.

“Ouch,” Aphrodite chuckles at the sight. She moves to sit next to Peter, placing her hand on his inner thigh. “Say, you only came once today, didn’t you?” Tony nods, bowing his head. “Yes, my Lady.” “How many times did I say you could come?” “Twice, my Lady.” Before Cupido can jump in to make a comment about how he doesn’t agree with Tony holding back like this, Aphrodite coos and crawls off the bed to stand up. She leans into her hip and rolls her shoulders. Tony knows she must be sore from the thorough fucking, but she somehow manages to keep her composure. She’s still a goddess. “Such a good servant for waiting for us… Isn’t he, Cupido?” She looks back at Cupido, who seems slightly flustered. “He shouldn’t-” “Loyal,” Aphrodite interrupts and saunters over to Tony, cupping his cheek in her hand and smiling at him. “Perfect.” She then purses her lips and sucks at her teeth, letting go of him again. “Cupido is right, though…” Her fingers trail down his neck to his chest, circling around his nipples. “You shouldn’t hide.” She moves lower, drawing patterns on his skin with her index finger, but never touching Tony where he wants her to. “Your worship means nothing if we cannot give back. Your pleasure is a gift to us. Your offering. We crave your release as much as you do.” Tony swallows, but his mouth is dry. He stares down into Aphrodite’s eyes and can’t help but whimper.

Suddenly, Cupido is beside her, shifting Tony’s attention to him. “How would you like to come, caro mio?” Cupido creates goosebumps on Tony’s skin, simply by lightly caressing his arm. “You have given us all we could wish for. Let us give back.” Tony presses his lips on top of each other, flustered at the sudden attention he’s receiving from his gods. “Speak,” Aphrodite whispers, emphasizing the word by lightly tapping the head of Tony’s cock once, causing him to gasp and lean forward involuntarily. “Tell us your darkest desires.” Tony stares at their lips and licks his own, building the courage to say what he wants to say. “I- I would be honored if you-” His jaw twitches and he closes his mouth. “Yes…?” Cupido asks quietly. “If… If you would grant me the touch of your lips on my… On…” Oh, fuck, even just saying it has him throb. He’s not sure if he can even finish the sentence. “Say it, sweetness,” Aphrodite encourages him by pressing into his space a little further. “...On my cock.” Tony gasps when he finally gets it out.

Cupido grins wide. “Are you saying you want us to kneel for you?” Tony steps back, cheeks burning red and shaking his head. “No- no, I didn’t mean-” He finds his back pressed against the wall, his deities not letting him get away. He stares, eyes wide, at Cupido when he slowly gets down on his knees. “You’ve been the sweetest servant for weeks,” Cupido sighs, inching closer to Tony’s cock. Tony can feel his god’s warm breath on his shaft and he grasps at the wall behind him to hold himself up. “It is time I serve your pleasures.” Aphrodite smirks, her hands let go of Tony, only to push her fingers through Cupido’s curls as she also moves down to her knees. Tony could come from the mere sight of the very gods he worships, on their knees in front of him. He can barely believe this is happening. But it is, oh, it is.

Tony moans when Cupido kisses his shaft, causing it to twitch. It is finally getting the attention it has been craving for. Aphrodite joins in, tickling his balls with her tongue before licking a stripe up the shaft. It’s slow, so slow, oh, it hurts. But it feels so good. “Please- oh, god-” Tony couldn’t close his eyes if he tried. All he can do is watch and feel, how Aphrodite grips his thigh and squeezes into the skin. His cock is shining and wet from their saliva. He involuntarily bucks his hips when Cupido licks the precum off the tip, only to spread it over his cock by flattening his tongue on the shaft.

After a few minutes of absolutely delicious torture, Cupido kisses up Tony’s abdomen to his chest, swirling his tongue around the nipple before leaving long, wet kisses up and up and up until he reaches Tony’s neck. He nibbles the shell of Tony’s ear and uses his hand to caress Tony’s skin everywhere. Aphrodite takes full control over Tony’s cock and he moans obscenely when she wraps her lips around the shaft. She hollows her cheeks and presses her tongue up while expertly bobbing her head up and down and she’s heavenly. He only half notices how his knees give out and he feels Cupido’s strong arms wrap around him to keep him upright.

“So weak for us,” Cupido coos, kissing Tony’s jaw, suckling on it. Tony feels like he’s losing his mind. Or has he already lost it? “Yes,” he breathes out. “You’re the perfect servant, aren’t you?” “P… Perfect.” Tony can’t even make any coherent finishes through his pants and moans. “Aphrodite is taking your cock so well… Your goddess loves you- I love you.” Cupido’s voice is deep. True. Tony’s god forces him to look down into Aphrodite’s eyes, staring up at him with dark eyes. “Go on, then.” Cupido smiles against Tony’s skin and wiggles himself between Tony and the wall behind him. Their hips are at the same height, Cupido’s dick soft, pushing against the crack of his ass. “Take her head in your hands. Fuck her face, amore.” Tony only barely manages to place his hand on Aphrodite’s hair, gripping weakly. He’s being held up by Cupido. He couldn’t even push himself forward if he tried. “C-can’t-” “Oh, Tony,” Cupido says with a grin. “Let your god make it possible.” Cupido pushes his hips into Tony’s, making him push further into Aphrodite’s mouth. Tony moans when Aphrodite gags around him. Cupido starts a steady rhythm, helping Tony fuck Aphrodite’s face while whispering the filthiest things Tony’s ever heard. “P-please, so close-” Tony gasps for air, intertwining his fingers with Aphrodite’s hair even further. The goddess takes this as an invitation to speed up, as does Cupido. Tony can barely breathe anymore, short, loud whines fall from his lips with every push into Aphrodite’s mouth. Her hands pump along and play with his balls and the words Cupido says make his mind spin. “ Yes, ” he gasps. “Yes, yes, yes, oh, god, I’m-!”

Aphrodite takes everything Tony gives. Even though this last one was about Tony, they somehow still stuck with their dynamic. Tony’s body thrashes in Cupido’s hold, but his god holds him up with ease. The servant’s orgasm somehow washes over all of them. It’s rewarding. And though Tony is the only one who came this round, they can all feel his afterglow as his eyes roll back, completely giving in to Cupido’s hold. “Thank you,” Tony slurs. “Thank you, thank you-” His words fade, and his jaw slacks. He’s smiling, and so, his gods do too. Cupido lifts the fucked out body of his servant to carry him back to the bed and it’s not long before all three of them cuddle up and drift off.

It’s quiet and MJ smiles when she can hear the soft waves crashing on the shore far away. She shifts slightly and stares at both boys happily. They’re both fast asleep, their bodies completely spent and fucked-out after hours and hours of sweet lovemaking and pleasure. MJ is slowly falling asleep too. She drags her fingers through Peter’s curls on top of her chest and giggles when Tony’s arm around her waist twitches, she wonders what he’s dreaming about. He looks so peaceful and sweet like this. She nuzzles into his grip and closes her eyes.

Aphrodite. She’s Aphrodite.

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Humans are Space Orcs “The Riot”

Alright guys, here is another long one for all the people that have been encouraging me to do so. You guys are the best.

I need you to understand something before you read this. It is not a political commentary on today’s social or political issues,this is completely in-world and my interpretation of how things would play out. I just wanted to address an inevitability in this universe as I have made it. It was an interesting dive into politics and some other things. It does get rather violent and some of the content may be upsetting, so you may not want to read it, but hopefully it will be a realistic addition to the universe that I have made.

Commander Vir marched down the hall with swift footsteps surrounded on all sided by a clamoring group of crewmen, “No, not on her life, Tell Captain Young if she lets that Tesraki go, than she’s not going to see him again. And get a Comm to Captain Kozlov, if he goes into the Cobalt nebulae, he’s going to get his entire crew killed. Reroute him back to the GA, they can debrief him and give him his orders there. I want all the cargo sectors from A-D inventoried and the manifests in my files by the end of the week.” He took a sharp turn, and the rest of the crew members were forced into a half jog to keep up. The mechanical leg was one of the most powerful pieces of military hardware ever created, so it wasn’t a surprise that the rest of the crew had trouble keeping up especially when the commander got into one of his moods

The group of them clattered up the steps and marched onto the bridge where they dispersed suddenly like a wave breaking over rocks.

“Commander on the bridge!” One of the crewmen barked. At his call, the bridge crew turned to acknowledge their commander before turning back to their work. Commander Vir acknowledged them briefly in return before taking his seat in the captain’s chair conjuring up a Holo-projection to examine a cosmic, projected map of his fleet. He grunted satisfied and pulled up the shipping manifests for bays F-J. He looked them over with his one green eye flying critically across the image.

Since the introduction of humanity into the Galactic Community, intergalactic trade has risen tenfold requiring large shipments of cargo across wide swatches of space, however pilots were limited, and most, if not all, civilian pilots were just now coming out of the academies wet behind the ears and not ready for such large assignments. That put much of the burden on members of the UNSC to ship needed materials from one area to another. At this moment in time, they were at full-bay capacity and would need to dock-off soon to unload cargo. It was a real annoyance, considering their actual orders revolved around searing the known galaxy for additional sentient life and making peaceful contact, but he would keep that particular opinion to himself.

Commander Vir swiveled sharply in his chair, “Systems report, Lieutenant.”

The young woman leapt a little in her seat at the sudden barked order before turning to her screen, “All systems at 100% capacity sir, though, I would advise refraining from taking on any more cargo, for fear of putting too much stress on the warp core.”

Commander Vir nodded, “Thank you lieutenant.” The moment those words broke from his lips, the man slumped down into the captain’s chair to throw his legs over one of the armrests. The commanding faced was dropped as easily as a dog shook off water, “Corporal, How’s my time?”

“Two hours and fifteen minutes, Commander.”

The man’s grin grew wider, “New record, look at that, who said Commanding a fleet was supposed to be difficult.” He crossed his ankles and lazily rested his arms behind his head stretching luxuriously in the glow of his success.

Just then, one of their new Drev officers turned in his seat, “Incoming Comm for you commander. It’s the president of the galactic assembly.”

Commander Vir sat up quickly adjusting himself. The black long-sleeve T would be fine enough, and he left the eyepatch on. Aliens weren’t yet versed in human customs enough to know that the bit of finery was an odd eccentricity, “Put her on my channel he ordered.” Wiping the grin from his face to be replaced with a mask of stern professionalism.

The Holo-projection jumped to life in front of him to reveal the face of the chairwoman of the galactic Assembly, a Rundi, standing in her ceremonial black robes.

“Your excellency, how may I be of service?” The Commander said leaning a little forward in his seat.

“Thank Sanctum’s rings I was able to contact you.” She said breathlessly

“Is everything alright.” He captain wondered, worried.

“Yes, yes personally, but I am in dire need of a favor.”

Commander Vir lifted his head in a nod, “Of course ma’am, anything.”

She took a deep breath, “Well, as you know by now, since the introduction of your species into the galactic assembly, we have seen interplanetary travel and commerce increase by at least 600%.”

He nodded, “As to be expected.”

“Yes, of course, of course. Well this influx of human “tourism” has created some strange questions within the galactic community. The Assembly has been attempting to keep the laws up to date on such matters, but as always there are competing factions. A mixed coalition of humans and other species are coming together in a week’s time at one of the convention centers near Assembly headquarters. There to protest a decision the Galactic Assembly was forced to make not so long ago. Of course, while they are protesting against the Assembly, other humans have come forward to protest the coalition itself. Protests on earth have already turned violent, and none of my soldiers are equipped to deal with a crowd of angry humans no matter what side they are on.”

“So you want us to come in and help.” The Commander said, not bothering to make it a question.

“It would be most appreciated. As the one being in the galaxy that knows the most about both human and non-humans, I trust your crew to manage the issue. Can you be there?” She looked worried, or, at least, he thought she looked worried. The Rundi weren’t known for having particularly expressive faces, but then again she wouldn’t have called him if it weren’t required.

“I estimated that we are about two days out from a warp zone. Barring no complications, we should managed to make it in three days’ time.”

The relief was almost palpable, “Thank you commander. The Galactic Assembly is in your debt once again.”

The commander waved a hand, “It’s only our job your Excellency.�� Before minimizing the holo-projection and looking to the navigations officer. He closed his mouth before speaking when he found the officer already plotting a course to the nearest warp-zone. Pleased, he turned away and called down to the equipment desk and ordered them to put together as many non-lethal tactical security kits as they could. He stood and paused for a moment in the doorway getting that far-away look that he did when communicating with the Starborn, Conn.

He shook himself like a dog shedding water, and then made his way off the bridge.

***

Commander Vir pulled the straps of the bullet-proof vest tight around his chest and then buckled on his utility belt over that. He leaned down to straighten up a loose lace one of his boots, and checked the extra pockets of his pants for his emergency equipment. He adjusted the straps on his knee and elbow guards, and then did a quick inventory of his utility belt, packed with all the non-lethal goodies one could hope for. Tasers, pepper spray, CS canisters, flashbangs, and (perhaps the most useful) the central spinal blocking Device (CSBD). Any one of the devices was enough to at least slow down a human, and most definitely, incapacitate any other alien if they decided to get feisty. After that, he pulled on his, open faced helmet with retractable visor and synched the strap around his chin. That in place, he reached down, and secured waffles to a carabiner clip at his belt by way of bungee clip. The dog wasn’t a tactical measure, or trained for combat, but she was intimidating, and known for her ability to keep people away from him in a pinch, besides, the crowd didn’t have to know that, and there was no telling when an attack might strike him.

Then he turned to his last line of defense, and his only lethal measure, the handgun in its biolocked holster on his right side. No one would be able to use it if he didn’t want them to, including himself. The last thing he wanted to do was to pull his weapon, and he hoped that the CSBD and other measures would be enough to make anyone think twice. He had never actually killed another human being before (he didn’t see psychopathic cannibals as particularly human), and he didn’t want to start now.

All around him, the rest of the crew was gearing up as well dressed in the same tactical gear stitched with bright white UNSC letters. A few of the men held collapsible riot shields on their backs while others held short-term force devices on their belts. More than a few of them held rifles with nonlethal options. They would be set up in stationary positions at height to watch what was going on. Honestly, were they over prepared and overdressed, likely, but if Commander Vir knew anything about human protests, he knew they could get violent better safe than sorry. The president of the GA may have been over exaggerating about the importance of the laws, but then again, she may not have been.

Off to his other side, Sunny was gearing up with her team. Each of the Drev had been outfitted with the “Buddy pegs”, which would allow them to carry one, or, if necessary, two humans in full gear weapons aimed over the shoulder. Someone like Cannon could potentially manage three humans at once, and could e outfitted as a walking tank if such precautions were necessary. Sunny was only large enough to carry a single human, but Drev as big as Cannon could easily manage two and then some if he really needed to. As far as weapons went, they had most of the same equipment as their human counterparts minus some of the armor, usually opting to use their own gear.

He stood at the head of their formation barking orders for team officers to take command of their detachments. They would meet up with commander Kozlov at the 100 yard perimeter of the convention center and determine what was to happen from there forward. He stood towards the back as the teams moved out in groups of ten before attaching himself to his personal team of bridge officers and Drev, Sunny and Cannon included. Waffles trotted next to him at pace nose sniffing at all of the new smells on the alien air.

Marching through the streets of the capital city, he was surprised at how dead the streets were. What movement he did see flickered from behind inside widows and behind buildings. Those creatures that WERE here moved quickly eager to distance themselves from the convention center.

As they got close, Commander Vir could hear Captain Kozlov’s barked orders as he directed the men into predetermined positions. The Drev members of their party had a rough time understanding the man as his moderate Russian accent shorted the translating algorithms. In the past thousand years, business practices, and the internet had made English the almost-universal language of Earth. It had the sad consequences of causing many beautiful languages to die out in wake of the stilted, amalgamation of junk that English was, but a few languages had managed to hold on. Mandarin had failed to spread past western countries as the western powers refused to adopt it, and with the influence of pop culture in the west, it had little chance though it still remained the primary language of Asian countries. Spanish still survived in one form or another as isolated as it was from the east and despite influences from its northern cousins. The great European Breakdown had caused the melding of many languages and cultures, and the Latin-influenced romance languages had eventually devolved into an almost incomprehensible underlanguage with the grammatical sense of English and the spelling sense of French. Eastern Europe, under the watchful eye of Russia, had separated themselves from much of the mess, and was eventually forced to adopt Russian as their main language after the war. Some pockets of original language survived, but if was few and far between.

At their approach, Kozlov turned from his command position at the staging area and snapped a smart salute. The man was terse, and professional, but he respected the Commander, and Vir felt he could detect a deep sarcastic streak running through the man, a feature that he appreciated. He stopped by the small, plastic table on which Kozlov had spread multiple maps of the area and the convention center.

“I made a few adjustments to your plan.” The man said motioning towards the map,

Commander Vir took a look at the changes ad had to admit that he had overlooked some of those issues in his original plan thanking Kozlov before offering to take the inside of the convention for the first few hours. The man agreed seeming uninterested in moving from his position at the command center. Commander Vir ordered the last of his men into position and then called Sunny to his side.

“Ready?” he asked

She nodded and fell into step beside them as they headed towards the main building.

***

Walking through the massive front doors and into the large atrium, they were immediately assaulted by a myriad of colored booths and bright eye-grabbing banners with the acronym LFIL plastered all over them. Where there weren’t banners, there were massive stylized flags, a white border with a large dark circle in the middle with galaxy coloring (blue and green fog over a black background sprinkled with stars) cutting through that, there were two silhouettes, one of a human hand and the other of an alien hand touching at the fingertips.

Captain Vir leaned towards Sunny, “What do you think this is all about?”

“Guess you should have asked the president when she called instead of just taking the job.” Sunny muttered sarcastically.

He nudged her with his elbow as they made their way further in. It was rather weird to see civilians off Earth, but there were quite a few of them, and all taking the time to help set up for the convention. As many humans as there were, Commander Vir was surprised to see how many aliens there were. The largest group of them were, surprisingly, Drev. Following them were the Tesraki, and the Finneri there were one or two other species in there that Commander Vir was only familiar with in passing, but all of them were wearing one of those shirts, or some other merchandise. Sunny and Vir glanced at each other in confusion.

Over to the side, a human was fiddling around with the sound system. Pleased, she stood and dusted her hands off leaning in to plug her device in. As they walked past, she scrolled through her list and picked a song. Sunny seemed pleased the electronic opening and simple drumline.

They were walking past just in time for Vir to catch wind of a conversation between two people helping to set up. They weren’t wearing T-shirts.

“Is this Katy Perry.”

“I don’t know man, I think so.” One said looking towards the speakers, “Damn this song is old.” He tilted his head, “What the hell is she talking about?”

The other guy shrugged, “About being in love with an alien I think. Either that or F***ing one.”

The other man snorted, “Didn’t see also sing about kissing girls?”

His friend laughed, “Ha, guess you’re right. Who would have thought, she was a prophetess. Calling it in advance.” The two men laughed before moving on.

Vir frowned in confusion. What the hell?

“Come on, Sunny, let’s go figure out what this is all about.” He said, breaking into a jog and heading towards one of the tables. Boots thudding on the floor, the alien and human looked up at their approach. The alien shrunk back, while the human took up a defensive stance. Vir came to a stop and raised his hands; the two of them must have looked intimidating. Sunny coming to a halt behind him. People were beginning to filter into the hall now, voices raised to echoing heights towards the ceiling.

“It’s alright, I just wanted to ask what all this is about.” He motioned around the room, “Afraid I took the job before I heard about the convention.”

The woman frowned at him, “Aren’t you the captain of that space ship?”

“There are a couple of those, but probably….”

She tilted her head about him, “I thought you of all people would know about this.” Before he could explain himself she waved it off and motioned to the banner, “Lifeforms for Intergalactic Love, and this.” She motioned towards her alien friend (A Ved, about five feet tall, furry, large eyes, sort of reminded him of a bat, “Is my partner.”

He stared at her blankly. She rolled her eyes at him, “We’re dating.”

“OH….. Oh ok…. Wait dating? Like dating dating?”

She frowned at him and pulled the alien closer, “yeah, you got a problem with that.”

He held up his hands, “Woah, woah I didn’t say that. I just, didn’t expect it.” He left quickly after that head reeling a bit intending to find someone a little less defensive. The next group they talked too seemed very interested in telling them all about it. The two of them were in for a surprise.

The woman grabbed her Drev partner by the hand, “We met at fight club, got pared in the ring, it was love at first fight.” Her Drev partner nodded his huge head in agreement. Sunny and Vir glanced at each other in shock. The others went around the circle telling their own stories. There were meetings of chance, running into each other off world, traveling together etc…..

“So, let me get this straight, you guys are…. Lobbying for….. Marriage rights and-“ He paused here, “A lift on certain laws that prohibit…… sexual…. Stuff.” He finished this last part a little awkwardly as the group of them nodded rather enthusiastically, “Um….. not to be rude or anything but…… well, you guys aren’t even the same species…. And well you know…..it would be hard to… do anything.”

The group laughed and waved their hands at him, “You’ve never been in love have you? It’s not about just the physical, is about the mental, the emotional, and yeah things are different for us but we are all consenting adults and there are other ways to do things, so why can’t we?”

Sunny and Vir glanced at each other again before thanking the group and excusing themselves. Soddenly, everything about the room, the convention and their orders was making sense. Vir rubbed he back of his head, “Ok, I guess I should have seen this coming from humans, but from aliens too. That’s just hard to believe.”

Sunny tapped her claw on her upper arm and then shrugged, “Perhaps it is because they find humans strange and intriguing plus, if you haven’t noticed humans tend to spread their humanness to others…. Just look at Krill, look at me, cannon or Conn, all of us more human than we should be and you, no less human than you ever were.”

“Eloquently put, Sunny.”

Overall the first half of the convention was almost surreal as they patrolled the convention, they heart multiple stories about chance meetings, about people coming to terms with their new identity as Extrasexuals “as the term had been coined”, and now there were stories about being detained, and even imprisoned for what was considered “Lewd” actions in a public setting.

Sunny and Vir stood at the back of one of the discussions just staring at each other as the hour continued onwards. It was only when his mike was keyed that he had to turn away and respond, “This is Alpha 1.”

“Commander, this is Alpha 2, you need to get out here, we need backup.” It was almost impossible to hear the man through the static and roaring of what must have been hundreds of voices, and all of them shouting.

“Copy that Alpha 2.” He turned to a different channel and ordered all but three of his units outside before heading towards the door. He heard them before he saw them. It was the roaring, loud roaring, like the waves of a stormy sea crashing against a rocky cliff, or a raging wildfire. The two of them sped up the pace readying their gear as they pushed into the lobby. The front entryway was packed with armed security officers from Kozlov’s ship watching as people entered through the doors carrying picket signs and wearing their white T-shirts.

Commander Vir slipped through one of the doors with Sunny and pushed into the daylight and were hit by a wall of noise that almost bulled them over backwards. Screaming, roaring, incoherent shouting from all sides, signs being waved I the air, lines of riot police, and security officers doing their best to keep protesters outside, as they watched a fistfight broke out, and two security guards had to step in to pull the people apart.

“BEASTIOPHILES!” Someone shouted from the crowd.

Hey keyed his mike immediately, “Delta Unites to the front of the building, Delta units to the front now.” The two of them were jostled from one side to the other as the crowd churned around them.

The white-shirt protesters had taken up a new chant “LOVE IS LOVE, LOVE IS LOVE, LOVE IS LOVE.”

The crowd on the other side of the barriers booed and screamed. Riot shields had to be used to push some of the humans back into the crowd as they attempted to leap over the barriers. Captain Vir deployed his nerve block with his left hand and snapped open his riot shield with the other arm.

Drev soldiers, or, Delta units were marching onto the square. Sunny barked a couple orders over the crowd with her powerful Drev voice, and the Units fanned out to make a perimeter.

Sunny cleared her throat, and Commander Vir covered his ears. She took a deep breath, and bellowed her war cry. The noise was so loud it made the ground shake and his teeth vibrate inside his skull. The Drev soldiers took up the call beating back the sound of the human crowd who were throttled into silence by the bigger-louder and more intimidating looking aliens. You average human had no understanding of what the galaxy thought of them, and may went silent in fear and shock.

There was nothing but the shifting of the crowd as the Drev bristled towards the edges of the crowd.

A solider handed Vir a megaphone and he boosted himself up onto the buddy pegs on Sunny’s back. Waffles leaped up after him sitting with her back paws on the shelf paws resting around his legs. It probably wasn’t too comfortable, but she took it like a good girl. Commander Vir keyed the megaphone before the protesters could start up again, “This is a PROTEST and NOT a riot, so let’s keep it that way. Be civil with each other or we WILL detain you, we don’t care what side you’re on.”

The crowd shifted, voices started murmuring. Someone took that moment to take a stand on some platform or another hidden by the crowd now towering over them by a good four feet, and produced his own megaphone, “We have the right to speak here.”

Vir lowered his mike raising his voice instead, “Than SPEAK, but you do not have the right to HIT anyone. If you want a debate than do it, but the moment it gets violent is the moment we intervene.”

The man in the crowd nodded. Vir could now see the black T-shirt he was wearing. A human and alien silhouette covered with the universal red circle and slash of disapproval. “Alright, does any one of you want to defend yourselves, to speak for the group of you.” His voice was and posture was clearly hostile.

It took a moment, but finally one of the supporters took the megaphone offered from Vir and took a stand on a provided chair. He was a young man wearing the white T shirt with scruffy, dark hair.

Commander Vir glanced around at the crowd and muttered Sunny to keep an eye on any problems areas which she could identify. She nodded, and together they scanned the crowd.

“So why do you hate us so much.”

“Because what you’re doing is disgusting. It’s bestiality. Which is on par with incest and pedophilia.” He turned to look at his supporters who murmured their approval.

“Bestiality is wrong because they are animals, they aren’t sentient, they can’t consent, but THEY ARE sentient, they aren’t animals, and they DID consent. It’s a really disgusting thing to just call someone an animal when they are right there and they can hear you.” His half of the crowd murmured their agreement.

“They aren’t even your SPECIES.” More supportive shouting

“So, what does it matter, it’s not harming you.”

“I don’t want my kids seeing that.”

“That sounds like a personal problem. I don’t want to see people in happy relationships while I’m alone, but I got over it, so why can’t you just let us be happy.” The crowd started to churn a little bit. Commander Vir pressed the transmit button, and all of his men rattled their equipment. The crowd died back just a little bit.

The man in the dark shirt turned back, “And while we’re on the subject, how dare you consider this a sexuality ‘extrasexual’ it’s an affront to our history, all those thousands of people who fought to have GOOD HUMAN relationships and see them recognized without persecution. What you have is NOT a sexuality it is a fetish, a philia. Just like how pedophilia is not a sexuality and a foot fetish is not a sexuality. How dare you compare yourselves to people with HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS?” Commander Vir could see the anger in the crowd. Hot tears streamed down faces shoulders were hunched hands out in preparation to fight, blood rushed into skin.

The boy’s voice was shaking, “Thousands of years ago, they said the same things about same sex attraction, and they were WRONG just like YOU are wrong. You arguments are nothing, its not bestiality because they aren’t animals, it’s only disgusting because YOU don’t find it attractive and for no other reason. You have to justify yourself. No matter what you do you are just making excuses for your pointless hatred. There is nothing ANYWHERE in human history that even says it’s MORALLY wrong. There is no text, no ancient law, no biblical manuscript. Humans have depicted relationships with aliens since we THOUGHT they might exist-“

“BECAUSE THEY LOOKED HUMAN!”

“SO YOUD BE FINE WITH IT IF THEY LOOKED HUMAN?”

The crowd erupted.

“BEASTIOPHILE” The man screamed

People surged forward from all sides. Commander Vir quickly threw the signal catching the two men on either arm as they lunched at each other across the barrier. He caught one by his riot shield, and the other young man by his upper arm. Sunny roared a command, and the Delta Units created a line creating an impenetrable wall of massive armored forms and multiple arms. Nerve blocks were deployed by riot guards forcing the hostile crowd to the ground paralyzed.

With a button on the front of his shield, he applied a quick electrical current to the one and forced the boy to his knees with his off hand. He was skinny and easy to control. Just as soon as the crowd had churned into action, it was on its knees.

“BEHAVE.” He shouted, “This is absolutely disgusting behavior of both of you.” He glared at the white shirt side, “You are only proving that you are emotionally volatile and cannot be trusted as a group.” Then he turned to the black shirts, “and you are proving yourselves to be aggressive militants.” He let go of the boy as the other man slowly crawled to his hands and knees.

He glowered up at him, “You’re only doing this, because you agree with them.” He jabbed an accusing finger at him, “You and that Drev.” He motioned to Sunny, “You two are together aren’t you, you’re biased.”

Commander Vir felt his mouth drop open “What-“

The boy cut him off looking up, “What is your opinion, Commander?”

He kept forgetting that some people knew who he was. He should have seen this coming. And as he went to answer, he found that he couldn’t. He didn’t know what he thought. He was caught unable to think, unable to come to a conclusion on the subject. The grounds were silent as he struggled with his answer. People watched him from all sides. He squared up shaking himself back to balance, “It is not my job to give an opinion. I am a neutral party here, and either you will demonstrate peacefully or not at all. Which will it be?”

***

Some people had to be detained, others held themselves together as they protested. A few more fights had to be broke out and dealt with. Commander Vir worked to keep the crowd at bay that nagging question still in the back of his mind. He stood next to Sunny as they watched a crowd of angry, but peaceful, protesters roll and churn with the power of their emotions. Sunny glanced down at him, and he wondered what she was thinking. Did she agree with what her kin were doing…. Did he agree?

Camera crews had moved onto scene hours ago, but now the entire crowd was turning their attention towards a single point. Camera crews and reporters moved themselves upwards, and he dispatched a group of his soldiers for security at the behest of the council, who had made their decision.

The entire crowd went quiet, and from where he stood next to the podium, he could look out at the crowd. He saw human and aliens alike leaning forward in anticipation for the news. Strange, unusual pairs held hands for comfort, others hugged each other despite the glowering from the other side. A line of his men separated the crowd from the podium their riot shields at the ready. Cameras flashed from all sides as they waited with bated breath for the announcement. Commander Vir found himself holding his own breath before he realized it. A couple of the cameras seemed to be looking in his direction, so he let the breath go, and did his best to maintain a stoic face. Sunny stood to his side, and waffles sat at his feet.

The Rundi messenger, a short creature with long spindly legs, and a set of the council’s ceremonial black robes cleared his throat. And the crowd grew silent. The crowd held its collective breath.

“The council has voted, and in accordance with majority ruling, it has been determined that interspecies relationships-“

Was he holding his breath again?

“-are hereby and forthwith illegal in all assembly jurisdictions.”

He didn’t make it past that noise as the crowd exploded. Screaming and cheering at such a volume that Even the Delta units could not make themselves heard. Humans and creatures alike fell to the ground on their knees. As he waded into the crowd, Commander Vir was hit by the expressions on people’s faces. The malice and glee of those who had one, and the teary agony of those that had lost. Some knelt on the ground unmoving allowing themselves to be trampled below the feet of the crowd. Others fought as if for no other reason than to demonstrate their pain. A pair of unfortunate souls were dragged from each other’s arms and thrown to the ground. Sunny and he were forced to intervene and pull bodies apart.

Waffles snarled and growled, placing herself between him and anyone who dared get close. The protest had grown into a full blown riot. At a certain point the scene was so violent, that he unclipped waffles and ordered here away for her safety.

She refused to leave.

His crew just barely managed to bring the situation back into control and reduce the damage to the convention center itself.

At the end of the day, two people died, trampled to death under the feat of angry protesters. He felt terrible, but knew his crew managed to save a lot of lives that day. On the other hand 200 + and counting had been injured in the resulting melee. All those involved in the fighting were ordered off world immediately and shipped back to earth despite their protests. The alien assemblies had never seen anything like it, the anger of the humans towards themselves, towards others. They had never seen the horrible emotion as humans sat on the steps of the convention center bloody and weeping.

White shirts were stained red.

Aliens had now experienced the full force of human political opinion, and they were afraid. The good natured stumbling of Captain Vir and his crew had only heralded what was truly to come. Humans changed everything they touched, and now the members of LFIL had pledged they would not rest until the laws were overturned. Members of the GA were scared and panicked though they had called to thank his crew for their work in quelling the riot. He didn’t feel a particular pleasure in that.

He didn’t know it yet but suicide rates across the galactic community would skyrocket. Creatures that had never been known to participate in such drastic measures would follow their human counterparts into darkness.

By the end of the day, Commander Vir sat on the convention stairway in his riot gear helmet next to him on the steps holding an ice pack to his face. The ground was littered in trash. Torn banners and shirts, strange stains from spilled drinks, or something worse. None of the protesters still milled here, only the limping security and crewmembers finishing their assigned duties. Waffles sat on his other side holding one paw delicately in front of her licking at the bandage about her foot. He patted her side as he watched the last of the emergency vehicles ride away without so much as a siren. At some point, Sunny came to sit next to him, just a few feet away. She said nothing staring out at the greying sky absently playing with one of the torn and discarded flags the LFIL starry logo sitting dispassionately against its stained white background.

Captain Kozlov came to speak with him for a few minutes and then left once his orders were received. No one said anything more than necessary. As he was contemplating getting up, his Comm gave off a sharp chirp, and he answered it with a tired, “Commander Vir.”

“Hey little bro.”

In surprise He sat up “Jeremy? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me…..”

“I…. wasn’t expecting your call.” He limped to his feet and took a few steps away from where Sunny was still sitting. “Did you need something?”

There was a pause, “No, I…. I just heard what happened.” Long silence, “I’m sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry?”

I would be interested in your guy’s opinion on this in world-social issue. Which side do you think you are or would be on? How did you like the story etc.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space australians #Earth is space Ausralia

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VLD AU - Readings

Another addition to the mermaid AU! This time expanding and showing another character. And a bit more to the mysterious ocean waters.

You’ll find this 1,950+ word ficlet in the “keep reading” below, along with an art.

“So,” Allura stepped out on the dock as Lotor pulled himself up after checking over his jet ski, “what can I do to rent your assistance and jet ski?” She had a pack over her shoulder, the equipment inside meant to collect data, visual and audio, in the ocean.

“Convince Lance to properly mend my favourite jacket?” Lotor suggested. “And maybe take me out for milkshakes?”

“Sounds like a deal.” The two chuckled. While they didn’t need such deals or transactions, it was friendly banter between the two.

“So, where are we heading, Princess?”

“Ugh, I wish you’d stop with that nickname.”

Ever since middle school, Lotor called Allura by that nickname. She hated it. When in middle school, she got the roll of the princess in some school play while Lotor was a prince. It was simple. Until she got so flustered when they performed and freaked out when he tried to kiss her on the cheek. She ended up decking him in front of the audience, her parents and Lotor’s adopted father, Kolivan, included. Since then, he called her Princess.

“I think it’s a nice nickname.” Lotor chuckled. “Anyway, where to?” He brought up his waterproof datapad. Allura leaned over and zoomed in on a region.

“Right around… here. I think it’s a good place to work.” Allura stated.

“Alright, then let’s get going.” Lotor offered his hand to Allura, letting her use it to brace herself so she could step down to the jet ski. After she was sitting and got her pack strapped to the back, he got on, in front of her and got the vehicle started. “We may find the others out there, too; Lance, Keith, and Hunk went out about an hour or so ago.”

“All right.” Allura nodded.

Lotor then took off, speeding across the ocean’s surface until the AARC base was out of sight and they reached where Allura wished to work from. He activated the electronic anchor. “Okay. Need any help?”

“I will let you know if and when I need it.” Allura said, turning around and going through the bag. She brought out the equipment and handed Lotor a datapad. “Hold this.”

“Holding.”

Allura chuckled and shook her head. She then brought out a spherical object. “Okay, toss it in...” She did as she said she would before taking back the datapad. “Now, let’s get you activated and...” She nodded as it started to sink, heading down to the bottom, a few hundred feet. “Okay, we should be getting data in a few minutes.”

“So, is this curiosity, work for AARC, or you still trying to figure out what happened to Shiro’s plane?” Lotor inquired. Allura was silent.

“Ever since Shiro’s plane went down, which is curious enough as it was, we’ve been going over the wreckage that had been found. And with it being found on the shore… and how it looked… I don’t know… I think he’s right about something being down there.” Allura explained. “And I’ve been trying to find it. But...” She sighed. “Nothing so far. I’m thinking of borrowing Dad’s boat and going out to the probably area where Shiro most likely crashed… maybe I can find something there...”

“Just don’t overwork yourself with this.” Lotor reminded gently.

“Ye… wait...” Allura blinked and turned up on the audio playback. “Do you hear that?”

“It’s like… music. But it definitely not whales.” Lotor responded. “It’s kinda… scary. Like… um...”

“Music and subtle and distant screaming?”

“Pretty much.” Lotor nodded. “I mean, something has to be making that sound, right?”

“Yeah but… other than the audio, there’s nothing… the usual sea life… but… none of them make that sound.” Allura looked perplexed. “I really don’t understand this…” She sighed. “Hopefully we’ll pick up something more soon. Or maybe I’ll find something when I analyze the data further back at the base.” She then made a small sound. “Huh?”

“Allura?” Lotor inquired. He then looked to his jet ski. “Okay… that’s weird. We just lost power in ol’ Sincline.”

“Same with both my datapad and the device we tossed down.” Allura informed. “It’s all dead. Ugh...” She looked into the water. “And… it’s… not floating up. Damn. It must have gotten caught on something.”

“Hmm...” Lotor got up and jumped into the water.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get it.” Lotor stated, swimming to the back of the jet ski and opening up its back compartment.

Allura crossed her arms. “Lotor, that’s risky. The average human can only dive about sixty feet safely. And that device is at least three hundred feet down.”

“And you and I both know I can go much further than the average person.” he reminded as he got out some goggles and put them on. He checked his breathing mask. Nope. No power. “Okay, no worries.”

“Lotor...”

“C’mon, Princess, you know I can hold my breath for fifteen minutes, not even trying.” Lotor waved it off. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, though, use the radio; it can be powers with the hand-crank. Old fashioned, but Shiro suggested it.”

“Of course he suggested it; I swear he was born in the wrong era.” Allura shook her head as she chuckled. “Just… be careful, okay? Don’t get stuck or anything.”

“Of course.” Lotor dove down, moving quickly in the water. While most used specialized suits and the minimal yet advanced gear to get to the depths, he could on his own go fairly far, able to hold his breath very well. While on average he could go fifteen minutes, he could push himself even further, hitting past twenty minutes; Shiro probably wished he had that skill.

Lotor kept going, the decreasing light not even bothering him. Now, where is that device? He thought, looking around after he reached the bottom of that area. It could have easily caught itself on some rocks, so he had to be perceptive in finding it. He then stopped when he heard a sound, much like what he and Allura heard recorded.

What is that? He thought, looking around. He tried to make out any figures in the distance, seeing if there were silhouettes that would indicate something out there. Something’s out there… but where? He thought. He then shook his head. Nope, can’t focus on that, gotta find that device; it’ll have Allura’s recordings on it. He looked around more, smiling when he finally found it wedged between two rocks. Just as thought. He messed with it, wriggling it free. C’mon, come to me. He coaxed before finally getting it loose. Gotcha!

Lotor then closed in around the device when he felt a strong current go past him. On land, he would compare it to a powerful gust of wind. But… he couldn’t see what could cause that current. When he relaxed, he looked around. Had it just been a stray current? Well, the ocean was a strange place.

I better go get this back up to Allura. He thought, kicking off the bottom and swimming back up, unaware of something watching him.

Someone watching him.

Matt watching him.

Matt didn’t know why he helped that surface dweller. Perhaps it was because Pidge was so fond of them? Or perhaps another mer had been too close. A dangerous mer. The other mer may have been much smaller, able to even be held in Pidge’s hands, though maybe not as safely as Lance due to being a bit bigger than most surface dwellers, but the mer was definitely dangerous.

What Matt didn’t know was why that one was watching Lotor and tried to strand him and Allura out there by powering down the tech. At least he knocked the other away without being fully noticed.

Lotor swam back up to the surface, taking in a deep breath, not that he felt he was in danger of losing air. “Got it.” he told Allura, holding the object up as it drained water out of itself.

“Glad you’re okay.” Allura let out a sigh of relief before accepting the device. She put it back in the bag. “And nothing is coming back online. We may need to use the radio and call in for a pick-up.” Lotor nodded as he got himself pulled back up and took his spot again. “Huh? Or maybe not.”

“Hmm?” Lotor looked to where Allura pointed. “Oh, that’s the Guardian of the Sea.” He smiled. “Prepare for Lance to laugh before helping us.”

“Yeah, well, at least he’d help us.” Allura chuckled as she stood up. “Hey! Over here!” She waved, hoping her cousin would notice. She smiled when the boat changed direction and went toward them, slowing down to come alongside the jet ski. “Glad to see someone has power.”

“What? Did Lotor fail to get Hunk to help with the jet ski?” Lance inquired, leaning over the edge a bit.

“I did help!”

“He did help!”

“Okay, don’t get testy.” Lance put his hands up in defense. “Wait… so if Hunk did help, Sincline shouldn’t have lost power… right?”

“Pretty much, but she and every bit of tech we had on hand lost power.” Lotor responded.

“You didn’t see any cool sounding but dangerous crab things, did you?” Lance inquired.

“Lance, this isn’t a video game.” Allura let out a sigh. She then smiled when Hunk got the jet ski tethered and pulled in before helping her on board. “Thank you, Hunk.”

“Happy to help.” Hunk responded before helping Lotor.

“And the sound we picked up on didn’t even sound like those things in that game you like.” Allura added as she looked to Lance. She leaned back down to grab her pack. “Anyway, when we get back, I’ll go over the data I collected.” She then looked to her cousin. “I am glad you guys were out here, though. But what brought you out here?”

“The desire to drag Keith away from his laptop and blog.” Lance teased, smirking when his friend flipped him off.

“I like my blog and I was in a very heated discussion before you dragged me out of there.” he commented.

“You were getting pissed because someone kept denying proof of the mothman.”

“Mothman is real!”

“Who gives a damn?”

“I do!”

“Oh, right, this is why I don’t visit them at the villa.” Lotor sighed, getting Hunk to chuckle a bit.

Allura giggled. “At least they’re not boring.”

“Anyway, good thing we were heading back. So, we’ll take you along. So long as Lotor doesn’t think he can captain my ship.” Lance smirked. “Remember, matey, you’re aboard my ship and I expect to be called captain.”

“Watch your back or there’d be a mutiny.” Lotor responded, staring down at the male. The two stared at each other before they started laughing, showing that this was just a common antic between them. “But it’s really strange how we lost power...” He found a place to sit as Lance went to the helm, getting the boat moving and heading back to AARC. “Maybe it has to do with that current I felt when I went to get the device.”

“Current?” Keith inquired.

“It was like… well, I’d call it a sudden gust if I were up here; it was brief, though...” Lotor explained. “But… whatever it was...” He and Allura both missed Keith, Lance, and Hunk exchanging looks, the three friends wondering if it had something to do with a mer. It couldn’t have been Pidge, she was with them moments ago before they headed back toward AARC. Another, perhaps? While Lance had yet to tell his friends about Matt, they all were aware that logically speaking, there were others out there.

“We’ll hopefully know more after analyzing the data.” Allura assured. “Maybe there were more currents like what you felt before things shut down.”

“Perhaps.” Lotor nodded.

Logically, more than just Pidge and her brother mysteriously lurk in the depths. And not all are friendly. Anyway! I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Until next time!

#Lotor #Allura #Keith #Hunk #Lance #merman matt holt #giant merman matt holt #Matt Holt #mermaid au #mer!Matt #mer Matt #mysterious mer #giant mermaid au #ficlet #illustration #VLD #Voltron legendary defender #alternate universe

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loquaciousquark · 5 years

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E1-46 (Jan 8, 2019)

Happy New Year! Welcome to Talks for tonight, a looooong time coming. @eponymous-rose is off doing very cool science, so I’m stepping in tonight. Also Brian’s wearing a guitar-string bracelet that was once upon a time played by Meatloaf.

Announcements: Tuesday, Jan 15 at 4pm PST is the debut of Mame Drop, their new show ft. the Mame Cabinet. Wednesday, Jan 23 at 5pm PST, they’ll be doing Pub Drop, ft. art lessons with Babb Star; the next season of Between the Sheets airs Jan 28 at 7pm PST. Ashley will definitely be in Season 2.

CR Stats: “9,″ or “nein,“ has been said at least 733 times so far. Matt has facepalmed 80 times in 46 episodes. By this point in C1, he’d facepalmed 77 times. Beau has cast the highest level spell so far (conjuring the elemental). Caduceus has prevented 38 damage from critical hits with Sentinel at Death’s Door. Caleb’s smell has been commented on 49 times. Fjord -- and BWF segues to discuss Travis in Liam’s oneshot, which was a whooooole ‘nother thing, and you should definitely check it out if you haven’t seen it yet! We never come back to his fact, sadly. Jester has performed 35 pranks so far. Molly has been gone for 85 days in game. “Long may he reign,” says the cast, and they all toast him. Nott has cast Message 50 times. Sam: “Wow, I got a lot to say!”

The biggest challenge for them so far in terms of the culture shift between C1 and C2 has been the war. They do think about it a lot while they’re “chasing magic ocean orbs,” but they know the clock is still running while they’re doing other things. Nott would care if her homeland was gone, but she wouldn’t mind overmuch if the goblins were killed but the land was okay.

Jester is perfectly content with Nott’s motherly advice, even though it’s vastly different from what her mother suggested. Laura: “It’s weird that I can look at Matt and go, ‘Mom,’ and it feels...” Matt: “It’s okay, don’t worry,” but in the Ruby’s voice, and we’re all delighted.

Matt has had to reconsider some aspects of his preparation now that he has two PCs that can see everything and/or remember everything. He doesn’t believe in artificially upping the difficulty of his worldbuilding/checks just because people took certain feats, he just has to be prepared to answer their questions more than before.

Sam feels the alcoholism has added a bit of randomness to Nott’s character. It’s actually weirdly led Nott to be able to do more, since Sam had envisioned her as a very skittish, nervous character, but the alcoholism allows her to be brave in a way she is not otherwise.

Travis wanted to explore Fjord’s origins, but didn’t have any specific plans. “Growth? Yes. I think he’s taken a dive into a lot of things that he’d never experienced before, and had outcomes that he didn’t anticipate. I also think that he’s reeling from all these choices--it’s just one coin flip after the next, and that’s put him where he is now.” Both BWF and Matt express interest in the twists neither of them anticipated. Marisha, plaintively: “Please don’t kill us all.”

Caleb doesn’t think there was a specific turning point that made him trust the Nein as well as Nott; it was a series of small steps. The first time he shared his backstory with Beau was a screw loose. Liam enjoys the conflict between the group goals and Caleb’s goals.

Everyone has missed being their characters over the break.

Travis agrees with Liam that there’s a new possible viewpoint every 30 minutes--he has no ulterior motives, just is always trying to do what feels right in the moment. He’s seen some things online suggesting he has a bigger plan, but he doesn’t think that far ahead.

Beau was the first one to say “I love you” out of the M9. Marisha was most surprised by Beau’s opening up. Beau was a “deliberate asshole” to Molly, Fjord, and Caleb at certain points because she knew they’d leave her eventually; this way, she controlled the relationship and was the one doing the pushing away.

Taliesin had no plan for Cad’s future during the breakdown on the boat. He was dealing with the realities of Cad’s creation and trying to find an anchor for his “track,” and the two conversations with Nott and Jester were crucial for helping him find his path, and Tal’s plan for his future arcs.

Did Molly’s death affect how the cast relate to their characters? Sam: “I’ve been thinking of backup characters way more than last campaign.” It doesn’t affect how he plays Nott, though. Travis feels very guilty that we’re spending so much time in his backstory and still know hardly anything about so many others--he’d feel terrible if someone else died and we still knew nothing about them. Laura feels like if she makes a backup character it’s bad luck. Liam has a vague idea, but he’d rather use it for a future campaign. Laura and Travis have no backups planned.

Caleb has no regrets avoiding the legionnaire contracts back in Zadash. Molly (says Tal) would have also been happy they avoided it.

The Fjord/Nott prickliness started off as a goof, but Sam thinks it might be a touch of a real thing. Travis is all, “naaaaaaah, not a thing.” Fjord likes poking her. Fjord actually loves Nott--he’s messing with Sam more than anything, especially with the buttons, but everything has a shelf life. Sam suggests Fjord fundamentally does not understand Nott’s nature--is she a person? A thing? It has a touch of genuine suggestion by Sam, but Travis waves it away. He truly does love Nott, he says.

Fanart of the Week: @quortknee with a stunning portrait of Yasha surrounded by flowers.

Dani mentions to Matt that Jamedi was the first NPC in either campaign that was a critical part of a path--journeying through the woods as a guide--but did not participate in combat at all. Matt says he’s essentially a scout, amazing at tracking, but would never jump into combat with a hydra. Matt created the character’s personality first, then explored that in his actions later.

Tal’s super interested in more about Jamedi. Laura loves how cool he was.

Travis compares Fjord’s journey to a kid getting dropped into a high school party: “There’s going to be beer and alcohol and you’re going to be tempted--no I’m not! I love Dr Pepper!” Travis laughs: “Fjord is the kid at the high school party” who suddenly succumbs to every temptation despite being sure he’d resist wholesale.

Laura teases Caleb for being a Debbie Downer. Liam, deadpan: “Life expectancy in Wildemount is not that great.”

Matt and Laura both are super excited to see how the relationship with the Traveler develops. Laura initially envisioned a very much big-brother relationship, but she’s found that she genuinely is struck with awe and a bit of fear every time the Traveler shows up. “I thought they were going to be way more familiar!”

Liam talks about how the idea of meeting Astrid and the rest makes his palms sweat every time.

Caleb was originally an Evocation Wizard--still level 2 or 3--in his backstory, but all the years of doing nothing meant he had to start over later.

Beau has latched onto the first mate position because she’s always wanted to prove herself, both to her parents and herself. BWF: “Flex. I gotchu.”

Nott does consider herself the mother of the group. She’s not great at it, but she does view herself as surrounded by a bunch of people who aren’t fully mature in any way, and she’s trying to “get ‘em to college.”

Everyone agrees Beau has changed the most out of everyone throughout the campaign. Caleb has begin to make small different choices in his behavior. Laura: “Fjord has changed a lot. Now he’s going to kill us all.” Matt’s enjoyed his shift from “I don’t know what’s happening” to “I want to know what’s happening.” Everyone comments on Fjord’s wild-westiness over the last few episodes.

Everyone misses Ashley and talks about her bravery in exposing Yasha’s heart in the last episode. Matt points out Ashley always reviews the VODs for this campaign and explores Yasha’s emotional journey offscreen, so that this episode was basically her check-in, showing how Yasha’s journeyed and grown over the last dozens of episodes.

BWF struggles mightily parsing “palenewmoon” as a username, and it’s hilarious.

Caduceus is not scared of his current situation; it’s a thing that happens and it’s gone, his moment of fear now behind him. He does feel far from home--not a wanderer. “A bit of a hobbit vibe.” Fjord doesn’t scare him at all. Travis: “He shouldn’t.” Travis says Cad is the one he’s the most interested in exploring right now.

Matt found Laura & Travis’s baby arrival one of the most unexpected events in terms of having to scramble for a plan. The docks of Nicodranas are a close second, especially since he was dangling all these other hints about the Menagerie Coast and the war only for the M9 to completely ignore them. Liam: “War sounds hard.”

The Darktow escapades also surprised him, since he’d imagined it would be more of a race with Avantika to the next orb. “You stayed one night and got kicked the fuck out. I had planned the next few days; there was a whole thing with Allison that could have gone on... All the pirates are distinctly like, ‘Don’t do shit to other pirates or we’ll kill you,’ and you were like, ‘Hey guys, let’s do shit to other pirates!’” Sam: “We’re terrible at this game!”

Travis didn’t anticipate the visions, especially the dream of water that destroyed the fleet of ships. Fjord wants to get as close to the goal line of releasing Uk’otoa without crossing the line. That sounds dangerous, kiddo.

Caleb thinks Nott is a much better being than he is since she has a good heart. He also feels like he’s letting his guard down around the Nein and allowing himself to have a circle of friends. However, the last couple of episodes have made him want to withdraw back to the Nott-and-Caleb against the world vibe. Sam thinks they’ve drawn closer together--they know they have each other’s backs, so now they can explore other relationships.

Most impactful moments so far: Molly for everyone, for sure. Fjord: hooking up with Avantica. Cad: staying on the boat. (Matt likes that this showed good commitment to both story and each other’s characters to have Jester check in on him.) Caleb: telling Beau and Nott everything, like letting off a steam valve. Beau: the plan with the Plank King, validating her strengths. (Everyone oohs and aahs over the “I...wait.” moment again.) Jester: the dragon fight, staring down death and wondering if Mom had been right after all.

Talks Machina: After Dog

In discussion of chicken noises made to amuse Ronin, Tal reveals he keeps feral chickens. Somehow I’m not surprised.

Favorite activities over the break: Matt slept. BWF suggests karaoke, and Laura realizes everyone went to kigerumi karaoke without them because they had family in town. Laura & Travis and BWF (and Ashley?) went to Sam’s Christmas party.

Tal thinks the Gentleman will be dead by the time they all get back to him. Matt reminds them of the sequence that led to Port Dimali--just the name of a contact. Nicodranas is the only hanging thread at the moment, suggests Matt.

Funniest thing so far? BWF suggests Ashly Burch’s face while Molly was dying, because of the terror that was originally character terror becoming meta terror. Ashly told BWF later that she wanted to bawl her eyes out. Tal: “I’ve never felt so alive.” Other contenders: fluffernutter failing, the bug carrying the piece of bread. Laura says she had nothing in her brain at the moment and that was the first thing that came out. Sam loved seeing Travis being asked a simple boat question and realizing that his whole backstory was predicated on knowledge that he does not have. “I don’t know the answer to this test. I didn’t study!” Liam loved Travis’s face journey during the live show when Matt started his backstory. Somehow, the transcription of Liam’s statement got picked up by Travis’s Apple watch and sent to Postmates. It’s totally hilarious.

M9 character you’d never want to play as? Travis: Caleb, because he’s a wizard and squishy. BWF: Jester, because of the accent. Tal: Nott, because he’s not funny enough to pull her off. “You have a portal in your heart and I don’t know where it goes.” Sam: Orly, because of the accent.

BWF feels this campaign will go to 169 episodes. If he’s right, Sam offers to 69 him. “Denim on face.”

Everyone comments on Matt’s li’l scruffy beard. Liam’s the only beardless one now. Matt laments the next time they want facial capture they’ll make him shave his beard; Laura insists technology has advanced beyond it. Oh, voice actors.

BWF doesn’t know if he’ll be married by 2020. “It depends on if coughcancelBlindspotcough happens.” Sam looks forward to all the cool new shows on the Critical Role channel. Marisha’s excited to learn how to draw. Taliesin’s excited about things he can’t talk about. Liam’s excited for the live show and art gallery next week. Some of the fanartists will even be able to make it.

Travis very convincingly knows who he will be playing in the oneshot next week. Laura, in stark realization: “Oh, no.” Marisha points out that this oneshot will take place 24 hours after Vax’s death, and everyone’s a little nervous. Tal suggests scrapping the whole thing and having a shopping episode.

And that’s all for the night. We fade out on Laura being indignant about karaoke, which is probably the best way to start the year. Is it Thursday yet?

#critical role #talks machina #talks machina spoilers #critical role spoilers #long post for ts

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Elise Cooper Interviews Lynn H Blackburn

One Final Breath by Lynn H. Blackburn is the last in the Carrington County, North Carolina Sheriff's Department Dive Team series. Fans of these books will enjoy this action-packed, suspenseful, romantic read, but will also feel a bit melancholy since these characters will be put out to sea as this nail-biting series ends.

The plot begins with a gunshot. A teenager has been discovered murdered as he and his friend are swimming near a dock across the cove. The team, who was having a picnic nearby, jumps into action, grabs a boat, and rescues the body as well as another teenager in the lake. Blackburn excels at putting the reader into the investigation as they feel the depths of the water.

The heroine, Anissa Bell, captain of the dive team investigators, has had a problem with Gabe Chavez since before he was on her team. He worked undercover and would only dive once or twice a year, not enough in her opinion to stay up to speed with the rest of the team. Now they must figure out how to put their issues with each other aside and work to solve this case. Yet, because of the comradery of the whole team they have become friends and start to realize that there is an attraction between them. Both of them realize that they are fascinated and frustrated with each other.

As the investigation takes hold, dive team captain Anissa Bell discovers a link to her past and suddenly her life is in extreme danger as she becomes the killer’s next target. She wonders if it has anything to do with a cold case that directly involved her. Anissa grew up with missionary parents and planned on joining them, after finishing college, on the Micronesian island of Yap. But she remained stateside, determined to solve the crime that haunts her, the murder of her best friend and the disappearance of a three-year-old child. While working both cases Anissa and Gabe must find the killer before more bodies pile up, while attempting to keep each other safe.

Unlike many authors, Blackburn allows the reader to enjoy all her characters. Throughout the series she inserts them into each other’s featured book. Readers enjoy their comradery whether they are working together, or just enjoying each other’s friendship that has become family-like. Previous characters are revisited from the series, but reading the earlier books isn't necessary to enjoy this one.

This story will take readers’ breath away as they hold it wondering how the suspenseful story will end. People who enjoy a good mystery sprinkled with romance should read this series.

Elise Cooper: This year you lived in the Hurricane area?

Lynn H. Blackburn: It was not that bad for us, not like in the Bahamas. But the storm that came last year in Florida is something I had never seen before. It had to be a really big storm, a category 5. The storm actually sucked all the water out of Tampa Bay. This was a phenomenon that literally pulled out all the water. It sucked the bay mostly dry. People were actually walking around where there used to be water. It was really freaky looking. As the storm passed it released all that energy and created floods.

EC: Being a mystery writer did you think about a story?

LB: I did think that it would be interesting if someone threw something into the bay thinking it would never be recovered. Then the hurricane comes and after pulling the water away it becomes discovered.

EC: Why the environmental angle with this story?

LB: Having a degree in Chemical Engineering, my first job was as an environmental engineer with the South Carolina Department of Health and Environmental Control. Part of my job was dealing with water treatment. I thought of the potential threat to the water supply. Because the lake and divers are always in my story, I decided to do something along this line. Since I still have friends working there I brainstormed with them for ideas.

EC: There is also the part of the story where a child is kidnapped and sold to a parent?

LB: Sometimes as writers we do terrible things to our characters. I wanted something to happen to the heroine that would keep her in the states instead of going with her parents on a mission to Yap. I understand it is a fragile thing, to want a child and not be able to have one. There is also the fact that adoption is so expensive. All of a sudden someone comes up with this opportunity to have this person able to sell a child. I had thought if I wanted the adoptive mother to know or be in the dark regarding the kidnapping. This was a case of, ‘if it is too good to be true it probably isn’t.’ But having that level of emotion is easy to overlook because we want it so badly to come true.

EC: How did you find the disease Cryptosporidium?

LB: There was a couple of cases in the 1980s where there was a run-off with a lot of fecal material that contaminated the water supply. It is a horrible disease where people can actually die. For most people, it is a bad stomach virus, but for some it can affect those that are immunocompromised. The young, the very old, anyone who is currently on chemotherapy, is HIV-positive, or has had an organ transplant are at risk.

EC: The characters in your series do not drift off into the sunset after their featured book?

LB: I have a lot of readers comment on how they like seeing the friendship grow between the six characters. It was not something I set up intentionally with this series, but it is something I will do with the next series. It was a lot of fun not having to say good-bye to all the characters. What I do differently is that for the featured characters I get in their head. Each character has their voice, but in their book, I flush them out to give them a unique voice, something that is sometimes a challenge.

EC: How would you describe Gabe?

LB: Fun, charismatic, the life of the party, and does not think he wants to be serious in a relationship. Gabe is a tease. He was the class clown, but Anissa sees his deeper side where he is loyal and compassionate. Some of the humor and sarcasm is a defense mechanism on his part. His relationship with Leigh is like the little pestering brother. No one can stay mad at him for long.

EC: How would you describe Anissa?

LB: Serious, confident, and loyal. She comes across as more rigid that the others. Justice is important to her. She has a cold case, which is the hallmark of her existence, and is something she cannot let go. Anyone wronged or mistreated will have her help. I think she is a pragmatic leader who is kind, smart, and intense. She does have survivor’s guilt because of the cold case.

EC: Where did you come up with some of the personality traits of the characters?

First, Getting up on the wrong side of the bed?

LB: My sister and I used to share a Jack and Jill bathroom. I never spoke to her after both of us just got up. If I started to have a conversation too early it was not going to go well. She was the type like Anissa, ‘leave me alone until I have three cups of coffee.’ When she approached me, then it was safe.

EC: Do you dive?

LB: I was certified last year in the lake I used for a prototype of the fictional Lake Porter in my stories. Most lakes are murky and can be a little claustrophobic with a visibility of 10 to 15 feet. Last summer I got to dive in the Florida Keys. It had such clear water and visibility of about 50 feet. We were able to look up and see the bottom of the boat and all the fellow divers. It is just amazing. Diving in the Keys helped me to understand why people dive. But diving in the lake helped me to understand what my character divers would go through. Diving in the lake requires more of a reliance on touch.

EC: Do you eat cupcakes like Anissa where you tear off the bottom and make a cupcake sandwich?

LB: No, but I did try it for research. I actually do not like icing. If someone gives me a cupcake with a ton of icing I scrape 75% off.

EC: Did you write the Spanish phrases?

LB: I took a course in college. I also went on a mission trip where I learned to read and write it. But that was many years ago. For Gabe’s Spanish phrases, I had my friend who is Puerto Rican help me out. I told her what I wanted to say and she helped me with the syntax.

EC: How do you name characters?

LB: I usually give my bad guys with names that begin with K, D, or X, because they have a lot harsher sounds. I try to make sure I do not use the same sounds or names. Because my divers already had their names I would avoid ones that start with R or A. I don’t want it to be confusing and have readers get mixed up. The only time I did have my characters start with the same letter is when I did it intentionally, such as when I had all of Adam’s family all start with the letter A.

EC: Next book?

LB: This series was released between 7 and 10 months apart. The absolute minimum I need is 9 months. With the new series, I told my publisher there is too much change in my life so I need a longer deadline. I am truly thankful for it. The new series will come out in February 2021 and the focus is on the US Secret Service. The setting is not in Washington DC, but in a local resident office in North Carolina. If I get into the groove, I may try to write a novella tying in the two series.

THANK YOU!!

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Chronicle Entry LC033 – 20/08/1202: Recount of Assault on the Astral Fortress

This Chronicle entry, recorded by High Chronicler Quill, was created in the aftermath of, with the intent to recount, a tragedy that has befallen the Astral Fortress.

I awoke to a chorus of shouts, screams and pounding footsteps. The siren rang, signalling an attack. I jumped from my bed and dressed myself as quickly as I could. As I laced my boot, a mighty crash shook the House of Ink, sending my personal tomes flying about the room. The ceiling sagged low, as if under some great weight.

I rushed to the central chamber, grabbing as many important tomes as I could think to carry, and stuffed them into my haversack. Approaching the Chronicle, may its knowledge ever-guide us, I was relieved to find it still sat upon its pedestal. Hoisting the great tome onto my back, entrapping it between my shoulder blades and my haversack, I made haste to the front doors of the House of Ink.

Stepping outside was akin to stepping into the centre of the Blood War. Soldiers, officers and personnel staff rushed about the place, gathering weapons and ammunition. Looking down Argentum Row was a nightmare. Bodies lined the streets, Soot’s smithy laid in ruins, the blacksmith desperately trying to hoist one of his assistants out from the rubble. I hadn’t the time to prepare my magic, there was nothing I could do to help.

Looking out beyond, the Senior Officer’s quarters was half-destroyed, covered in a heavy layer of what appeared to be crystals. Flick was ushering others into her Studio, which appeared unscathed. Likely some protective magic. She looked at me with pleading eyes, but we both knew my responsibility. I had to get to the Bridge.

Reaching the end of Argentum Row, I had two directions I could turn. I could move along the dock, which would be faster, but would likely have many more people, drawing the attention of whatever threat had devastated the Fortress, or I could move down through Aeris Boulevard, the resting place of the rank-and-file soldiers of the company, which would take far longer, but would no-doubt be the last place anyone would be during such an assault. Without stopping for more than a second, I chose the latter.

With my haversack and the Chronicle weighing a combined thirty pounds at least, I was haggard by the time I reached the end of Aeris Boulevard. The plaza before me was in even-greater ruins. The central statues of the company’s heroes had been reduced to rubble, whilst the fountain below was covered with what I now realised was ice. Despite the devastation, the Wall of Voyages seemed untouched by the attack. Thank the Chronicle, may its knowledge ever-guide us.

The Bridge was in sight. All I had to do was cross, and the Chronicle would be safe.

Rushing around the plaza, dozens of parchment pieces suddenly appeared on the Wall, each with a single letter, ‘He’s coming, he will destroy the Chronicle. Run!”

I kept moving sprinting up the stairs to the Bridge. I spoke a phrase, and its rings began to shift.

I breathed a sigh of relief, sparing a moment to look over my shoulder at the carnage behind me. I had yet to see the danger, but no doubt the soldiers would have it contained soon. I hoped none had been hurt too badly, the Senior Officers especially, their building was hit especially hard.

I heard the familiar sound of shifting stone, signifying that the Bridge would soon have myself and the Chronicle, may its knowledge ever-guide us, to a far-flung safehouse on [REDACTED].

If I had turned a moment later, I would surely be dead.

The behemoth crashed through the Bridge, destroying several of the rings, its claws outstretched and ready to snatch me. I dove from the Bridge, off the island and into the open Astral Sea. The beast soon dived after me. Outside of the Fortress’ gravitational field, the psionic methods of transport ruled the Astral Sea, and I am far more intelligent than a beastly white dragon.

As it gave chase, it made no sound. It did not roar, snarl or curse in its dragon tongue. Its eyes simply bored into my very soul, passing right through me to its prize, the Chronicle, may its knowledge ever-guide us.

By soaring beneath the island, I was able to enter a secretive passage, designed as an escape for the general, one far too small for the likes of the dragon. It watched at the entrance for a moment, before speaking my name in a low, rumbling voice, upon which it returned to wreaking havoc above.

As I let the panic die down, I pulled the Chronicle, may its knowledge ever-guide us, from its protection at my back. It almost immediately opened to a page, one very close to the beginning of the tome. Such pages only reveal themselves at the more dire of times, as if the Chronicle, may its knowledge ever-guide us, knows that such knowledge is not for casual understanding. A drawing of the dragon in question, though younger in appearance, with a single name written in immaculate curled handwriting, Urtex.

I had heard whisperings of that name recently, the white dragon fought by Lavender and co in the icy north of Oloros, the one that caused the loss of his leg. I hadn’t believed the rumours that it was really him, but clearly the legends were true.

Stardust’s siblings are real, and this one hates us.

I hid in that tunnel for several hours, listening to the carnage above.

When I eventually returned to the surface, I found that the dragon had been successfully chased off with powerful arcane artillery, but much had been destroyed in the process. Many Senior Officers were dead, half of our standing army was either dead or critically injured, the House of Ink was in ruins, and the prison had been breached, allowing many of those incarcerated within to escape. The only prisoner of note that didn’t take the opportunity in the chaos to escape was one Vanya Cerraine, who has since crudely asked if she can move into one of the deceased Senior Officer’s chambers.

Due to my duties in protecting the Chronicle (and my admittance to my lack of usefulness in mortal confrontation), I implore all members of the company to come forward and write their accounts of the events within the Chronicle, may it’s knowledge ever-guide us, so that we may memorialise the dead, and be sure that it can never happen again.

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At the Westminster Dog Show: Top Dogs, Top Docs

America’s premier canine competition is not just a beauty contest. Supporting elite athletes (and their owners) is a growing pack of massage and sports medicine specialists.

Clearing a hoop during the agility round of the 144th Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show on Saturday.Credit...

By Jan Hoffman

Feb. 11, 2020

At least the athlete was able to walk into the medical tent on his own four legs.

Earlier, when he had faced the broad jump during his Masters Obedience Championship trial at the Westminster Dog Show, Finn, a six-pound toy poodle, had tried to settle into his normal pre-takeoff sit position. But he wriggled uncomfortably, struggling to hold something in.

Sensing disaster, his human, Abby Cooper, swooped him up, managing to get him out of the ring just before he vomited and pooped on the sawdust.

Off to the veterinarian tent they rushed.

Official dog competitions typically include a standby vet. But Westminster, perhaps the premier elite canine event in the country, demands a crack medical squad of another order altogether. Special dogs need special docs.

Finn was monitored by Dr. Christopher Frye from the Cornell University College of Veterinary Medicine, an assistant clinical professor in the new area of sports medicine and rehabilitation. Also on the 15-member team from Ithaca and its satellite specialty office in Stamford, Conn. were a radiologist and a theriogenologist, who specializes in reproduction — of keen interest to breeders of show and performance dogs.

Throughout Westminster Week, they would be fielding questions from spectators and owners as specific and general as their practices: about breed genetic problems; refractive eye tests (is my Boston terrier nearsighted?), stem cell injections for aching joints; clinical oncology trials; how to care for a first puppy.

Westminster is famous as a gathering of spectacular dogs, with all the people and products attendant with canine beauty pageantry: sprays, mousses, gels, conditioners, curlers, straighteners, bows, hair implants (I’m looking at you, Standard Poodles!) and mascara (flutter those lashes much, Papillon?).

But in the last few years, Westminster has added competitions in agility and obedience, events that bring in a very different crowd — jock dogs and their humans. (“Vanish is not just some Barbie collie,” Aaron Kirzner said of his border collie, which is both a breed and agility champion.)

Those athletes are attended by a throng of health and wellness specialists, including canine acupuncturists, massage therapists and chiropractors, along with vets like Dr. Frye.

Over the last few days, the vets’ cases have included: a broken toenail; a sore toe (stuck in the crate during a long car haul); lots of nauseous anxiety (planes, crowds); a flopped ear (inflammation); and rash (the quality of the hotel sheets disagreed with one top show dog).

Finn was fine, by the way. Dr. Frye excused him from the show and sent him home. “‘Home’ is his pillow on my knee,” Ms. Cooper said, during a relieved telephone call from her hotel room.

Massaging strains and stress

The sign was parked before a quiet, curtained corner of the hall: Dog Massage.

Marisa Schmidt, a certified canine massage therapist from Hazlet, N.J., had all her agility-day slots booked for months. But throughout the day, owners and dogs were lined outside her curtain, pleading to be squeezed into her schedule.

Kyan, a border collie, was on the table. “She has some knots,” Ms. Schmidt informed Deborah Salerno, Kyan’s owner. She leaned into the dog’s spine, lifted a hind leg, working an inner thigh muscle. Kyan’s eyes rolled blissfully.

“These dogs are in incredible shape,” Ms. Schmidt said. “Their owners take care of them like any professional athlete. Would you believe this dog is 12 years old?”

Nope.

One challenge, she said, is that dogs can almost love the sport and their commanding owners too much. “Dogs are so resilient that they will run through the pain,” she said, “and sometimes we may not know right away that they’re injured.”

The athletes warm up

For the Masters Agility Championship, 330 invitation-only elite athletes raced over a course of jumps, tunnels, seesaws, A-frames and weaves. Before each round, the humans were allowed to preview the course once, walking it to memorize the series of hand signals they would give their dogs, which would not be permitted to sample the course. Spitting out rapid-fire voice and hand signals for about 30 seconds, the humans would direct their dogs through the course, the two moving as one, a mind-meld team.

Athletes never compete with cold muscles. Here is the warm-up routine for Chelsea, a gleaming, champion six-year-old black Labrador retriever that, with her teammate Dr. Elizabeth Dole, a veterinarian, has competed for the United States in European agility trials.

Walk: three to five minutes. Pee. Trot.

Stretches: loosen neck and spine by bringing muzzle to hip, both sides. Play bow. Weave between Dr. Dole’s legs. Spins. Back up. Come forward.

Work that core! Sit pretty in a begging position, paws up, hold it, hold it. Release.

More stretches: Dr. Dole leaned on a table, extending a treat. Chelsea put her paws on the table, head up, legs splayed. Hip flexors, shoulders, laterals, obliques.

Dr. Dole pulled out a toy. Tug, release, tug, release. “It’s to give her some excitement but also some control,” said Dr. Dole, who has worked in agility competition for 18 years.

“Some dogs need to be in the optimum arousal state,” she said. “But Chelsea is already so eager to play that we want her to be more thoughtful, so when she walks in the ring she’s not over the top.”

A basset hound?

Dr. Frye took a break from the vet tent to watch some of the agility trials. He makes canine prosthetics, studies gaits, manages pain. He sees the world of canine sports as vast and varied, having worked with athletes ranging from sled dogs to racers to dock divers.

Like any sports fan, he stood in the thick crowd, whooping as the dogs sped in a blur through the obstacles. The crowd racket matched the dogs that barked and yelped as they raced along, in sheer excitement. Unlike the conformation — the formal name for the sport of showing purebreds — agility and obedience welcome mixed-breeds, here simply called All American dogs. That’s because these sports are fundamentally a celebration of the human-canine bond.

Because the obstacles are adjusted for height classes, all sorts of breeds were competing: dachshunds, Papillons, Havanese, pugs, corgis, rat terriers, Nova Scotia duck tolling retrievers, Berger Picards, Belgian Malinois and Doberman pinschers.

Well, maybe it’s not suitable for all dogs. “Sometimes the giant breeds, like the Great Pyrenees and St. Bernards, can’t quite squeeze into the tunnels,” Dr. Frye said.

Border collies, with their laser focus and pliant, quick-cut, low-slung bodies, tend to dominate.

Dr. Frye had a soft spot for one unlikely agility athlete: a basset hound. “It was like a cartoon of itself,” he said. “There’s nothing about a basset hound that’s made for this course! But I loved watching that dog navigate and figure it out.”

And good for humans

Lou Avant, all but vibrating on an endorphin high at the conclusion of her agility trial, bounced out of the ring with Whimsy, her gorgeous Borzoi (tail dyed purple for the festivities).

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“Wasn’t that frigging awesome?” she shouted. “How did the universe put me together with this dog?”

Dr. Avant, a veterinarian from Atlanta, has taken Whimsy and other large dogs for years to many sports, including dock diving, barn hunting, obedience and tricks, where she meets up with a regular circuit of passionate large hound dognoscenti.

“I like running with the big dogs,” said Dr. Avant, 63. “I’m not ready yet for some little old lady dog!”

Emergency!

On Sunday, Tyson, an eight-year-old-miniature American shepherd from Minnesota, needed to go to the vet tent.

Tyson is an obedience champion. He is also an anxious flyer with a sensitive stomach. After arriving in New York, he started vomiting. And kept it up, almost hourly. “I thought, where are we going to find an E.R. vet?” said his owner, Shannon Wacker, who was there with her 17-year-old daughter, Mara. “I was heartbroken for my daughter. They had worked so hard to get here.”

Mother, daughter and dog found the Cornell vet tent, who ministered to all three. “They were a godsend,” Mrs. Wacker said. “And they didn’t bill me!”

A vet gave Tyson a 24-hour anti-nausea injection, which calmed his stomach.

By Sunday afternoon, Tyson was good to go. He did not win a ribbon, but Mrs. Wacker and Mara were thrilled. “Considering all that happened with him, we’re tickled,” Mrs. Wacker said, saying that Tyson had pushed through his misery out of devotion to her daughter.

“We just needed to get his nerves untangled,” she said. “He’s just such a little overachiever!”

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Escape

My song of inspiration this time around was May We All. Don't ask. The best I can guess is the music video made me emotional and those emotions carried over to the song itself.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12387858/8/The-Thin-Line

Enjoy!

Batman sits and stares at the tv even though there is nothing there to watch. Only a blank screen stands before him. It is rare that he merely sits without any sort of background sound. In fact, he could probably count on one hand the times he sat alone with his thoughts in front of this tv. Usually it had to do with his parents, but tonight they could not be farther from his mind. He thinks only of Joker. He can’t forget the venom in Joker’s voice or how he shied away from being touched during that last visit. He plays the scene back through his head over and over again, trying to see what he is missing here. He. Just. Can’t. Find. It.

He throws his head back and groans. He really needs for something criminal to happen right now – a hostage situation, a bomb set to destroy the city, heck, he’d even settle for a good old fashioned robbery. Anything.

The alarms go off and he jumps in place. The surprise vanishes in a blink and adrenaline rushes through his veins. He grins from ear to ear. “Yes.” He pumps his fist in the air. “Computer! What’s the situation?” He races for the exit before a word is said, but he listens intently all the while.

“It’s Arkham Asylum. A prisoner has escaped.”

Batman’s heart skips a beat and he dares to hope. Could it be? Is this it? He trips over himself in his excitement but gets right back up and keeps running. He grabs the scanner as he goes. “Tracking,” he commands. He doesn’t expect anything to come of it, any escapees rip the tracker implanted by the prison off the first chance they get. Still, if it is Joker then perhaps…

The blips appear on the screen, one set far apart from the rest. “Joker…” The J beside the dot is all the proof he needs. He puffs out a laugh and a certain relief settles on him. And he’s…Batman frowns. At the docks? That’s weird. A fear crawls up his spine and curls around him. The relief vanishes beneath the intensity.

No. He shakes his head fervently. It’s fine. He just has to go there and Joker will be waiting for him – just like always. Still, he does not tarry. If anything he picks up his speed. He never once takes his eyes off the tracker, the soft beeping a steadying force for him.

Then it vanishes.

Batman gasps and skids to a stop. “What the…” His eyes widen and his mouth gapes as he stares at the empty space. He smacks it. Come on, come on. He grinds his teeth and growls deep in his throat. Stupid machine malfunctioning. He doesn’t have time for this, he-

His mouth goes dry. “No.” He kicks into overdrive and sprints. The dock comes into view in less than a minute and he looks wildly about. His heart pounds in his ears and every nerve stands on end, each passing second only driving the anxiety higher. “Where are you, where are you?”

He makes a beeline for the far left dock. That is closest to Joker’s last coordinates. He rips his cape off, draws in a deep breath, and dives. It is all black, so dark that he can’t see his hands in front of his face. All he can do is swim. He delves deeper and deeper until after an eternity his hand hits something.

He sucks in a breath of surprise and chokes on water, but he doesn’t have time to surface for air. He swipes for whatever he hit and his hand latches onto a bulk of clothes. Joker. He lugs the body up under his arm and surges toward the surface.

He breaches the surface and gasps for air. No. Still no time. He heaves Joker over the side of the dock and pulls himself up afterwards. “Joker,” he coughs out. “Joker, come on.” He smaks at Joker’s cheek. But there is no response. The fear spikes. His eyes dart all over Joker’s body, looking for any sign of life. His heart sticks in his throat when he sees none.

Joker is completely still and his face startlingly pale even compared to his usual mask.

Batman’s mind scatters and panic seizes him in a vice grip. He frantically feels around Joker’s neck for a pulse. Nothing. No, no, no, no, no. He shakes his head. He has to focus. He can fix this. He can.

He begins chest compressions, again and again, again and again, until he counts to thirty. He tilts Joker’s head back, pinches his nose shut, and presses his mouth to the clown’s, and breathes his air into him.

He rises and fumbles for a pulse. It is like a knife in his gut when there is still nothing. Tears prick at his eyes and he sneers at himself for such weakness. There is no need for it. Joker won’t die. He absolutely refuses. He repeats the process two, three, four times.

There is a sharp intake of breath and Joker goes into a coughing fit, his stomach clenching.

Batman snaps into action. He helps Joker sit up and leans him over.

Joker chokes up massive amounts of water that crosses into vomit. His body trembles from the exhaustion the effort causes.

Batman lets out a shuddery breath, a ghost of a smile passing his lips. “Joker…” He lays a hand on his shoulder. “God…you scared me to death.”

Joker’s head swims and he only vaguely register’s a voice. Batman’s voice. He tilts his head to peer toward the voice. “Batsy…” He coughs again. “You found me…” He manages a feeble smile.

Batman frowns. “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I find you?”

Joker’s eyes slips shut and his body goes limp.

Batman starts and catches him before he hits the ground. “Hey,” Batman’s voice is an octave too high. “Hey, Joker.” His heart speeds up. His eyes catch on the steady rise and fall of Joker’s chest and he lets out a breath. Okay, still breathing. That’s good. Yeah.

He shifts Joker so that he is cradling the criminal. He touches a hand to Joker’s cheek. He shivers. Ice cold. He looks up, through all the buildings and to where Arkham Asylum stands. He knows that should be where he takes Joker. All escapees are to be returned immediately upon capture. And yet…he drops his gaze to Joker’s face. He’s still so pale. So utterly helpless. Batman’s stomach twists at the idea of abandoning him there, where he can’t be sure of the care he’ll get.

He could take Joker back to Wayne Manor, but some selfish part of him doesn’t want that either. Doesn’t want to give his family more proof that he has a soft spot for the criminal, more than a soft spot. He brushes his fingers over Joker’s hair. Either way, he can’t leave Joker here. He would die, from hypothermia if not from lingering water in his lungs.

“Look what you do to me.” He bites his lip as his thoughts continue to whir. “Well…” He stands. There is one other way. He grabs his cape and wraps it around Joker before he heads for the clown’s base and more specifically Harley Quinn. This has the potential to go very bad, very fast, but as long as he talks fast it’ll be alright.

He makes it there in record time, yet upon reaching the threshold his steps are tentative. He can already feel the backlash. He swallows hard. No, it’ll be fine. It’s just Harley. He kicks her butt at least once a week. This is nothing.

He walks in and there she is sitting on their couch.

Harley pops her head up at the sound of footsteps, a smile filling up her face as she expects to see Joker walking in. She saw the news. However, as she registers the sight in front of her the cheer is shattered. Horror flashes through her eyes before fury twists her expression, her lips curving into a snarl. “What did you do?” She leaps over the couch and draws her hammer.

Batman takes a quick step back. With no hands free he is demonstrably more uneasy. “Woah, woah, take it easy, Harley. I saved him, alright? This wasn’t me. I would never-” He stops himself from finishing that sentence.

Harley regards him with heavy suspicion. Still, she lowers her weapon. “Then who did? Who hurt Mr. J?” Her fingers twitch with desire to strangle something.

Batman shakes his head. “I don’t know. I was just answering the report of an escapee. I followed his tracker to the docks and found him...” He grimaces. “…drowning. Whoever did it was already gone.”

Harley abandons her weapon completely and hurries across the room to look Joker over. He is understandably drenched. She touches his face and shudders. She snaps her eyes to Batman. “Give him to me. He needs to get dry.” She holds her arms out.

Batman draws Joker closer. “You sure you’ll be enough?”

Harley scoffs. “You chose to bring him here didn’t you? Clearly you thought I’d be able to take care of him.” Her eyes flash dangerously. “So let me. Take care of him.”

Batman yields to her, carefully handing Joker to her. Still, his hands linger over Joker even as he relinquishes control.

Harley’s intensity fades and she offers his a smile. “Don’t worry, Bats. I was here long before you and I won’t let him die now.”

Batman nods vaguely and drops his arms. Sometimes he forgets that Harley isn’t just an ally made through villainy. She has a past with him. She even knows the him before he became the Joker.

Harley nods toward the door. “You should go.”

Batman nods again. “Yeah…right.” He wanders out of the building and toward home. At least he intends to. Ultimately he ends up roaming the city for hours before winding up at the docks, staring vacantly out to sea. Who did this? Who would even know where Joker was? Someone at the prison? But why? He just doesn’t know.

It isn’t until Batman is gone that Harley realizes his cape is still wrapped around Joker. She snorts in amusement. Oh well. She changes Joker into dry clothes and wraps him up in blankets on the couch. She lays his head on her lap and watches him intently. The steady in and out of each breath is her sanity.

It is hours later that Joker finally stirs. His eyes flutter open and the view of the crappy television is a familiar and reassuring sight. For a moment he even thinks he just nodded off watching some show with Harley. Then a coughing fit hits along with a searing headache.

“Mr. J!” Harley’s eyes widen in concern. “Are you okay?” She rubs his back.

Joker picks himself off of her, shrugs the blankets off, and presses his fingers to his temple. “It hurts. A lot.” He coughs again.

Harley grimaces. “I know. You got clobbered pretty good.” She runs a hand along the side of his head.

Joker blinks. “Clobbered…” His voice is far off. That’s right. A kick to the stomach. A blow to the head. And another. Then nothing. He goes rigid. “That guy…” His tone is hoarse.

“What guy?” Harley peers into his eyes.

Joker grimaces and wraps his arms around himself. “From the prison. You…you wouldn’t know him.” He shivers.

Harley’s brows knit together and a frown mars her face. “Boo boo…”

“Harley…” He bites his lip and bows his head. “I’m scared.”

Harley doesn’t know what to say to that. There is a strangling fear in Joker’s eyes, a sentiment she hasn’t seen in him since they were young. He may be emotional, but he does not scare easily. All she can do is wrap an arm around him and pull him close.

Joker leans his head into the crook of her neck. He breathes in her familiar scent and it steadies him, even if only for this small moment in time. Somewhere between sleep and consciousness he murmurs, “I think I’m gonna take a break from crime.”

Harley starts, but smothers her shock as quick as it came. She nods. “Okay, Boo boo.” She hugs him tighter. “Okay.”

Part 2 of me hoping I'm building suspense when really I'm probably just getting on everyone's nerves. lol Anyway, I really do hope you enjoyed it. Drowning scenes are one of my favs to do. I know, I'm a masochist.

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The Adventures of Super Nathan 3 - Chap 30

Chapter 30

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23301076/chapters/59554777

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13531960/30/The-Adventures-of-Super-Nathan-3

https://www.wattpad.com/901560530-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-3-chapter-30-two

Kagami leaned against the wall gazing down at the Seine, where she had lost her miraculous waiting for Adrien‘s arrival.

From above a building a dark-dressed superhero appeared landing on the streets behind Kagami, then he approached Kagami and placed his hand on her shoulder.

„Your alright?“ Cat Noir asked, then Kagami pointed down at the river.

„We sat here together and the miraculous flew right down there“ Kagami answered. „Raiden hasn‘t shown up yet to help me, he said he needed a fishing rod,“

„Okay, I will find it for you, even if I have to search up the whole river for the rest of the night“ Cat Noir answered picking up his staff climbing on the wall, then Kagami grabbed the boyfriend on the leg, which looked back at the woman.

„Be careful“ Kagami warned the blonde, which nodded at the girl and took a leap at the bridge across them and dived into the river. Kagami followed the wall next to the bridge to get down to the docks of the tour boats and approached the river and got down on her knees waiting for her partner to come back.

In the meanwhile on a small motorboat appeared the man Raiden Soto from under the bridge and waved at Kagami, then stopped in the middle of the Seine.

„I have found a helping hand“ Raiden mentioned. „He will borrow me an underwater telescope so we can easier find your necklace“

„That‘s great“ Kagami complimented out loud. „Be careful, Cat Noir is down there too“

„What is he doing there?“ Raiden asked.

„Helping me!“ Kagami answered earning a nod from the raven-haired man, which sat down on the edge of the boat next to the driver.

„Don‘t worry, Cat Noir is a good superhero, he won‘t do you or your girlfriend anything“ The man assured the man, which nodded.

„No, I‘m more surprised, what he‘s doing here“ Raiden mentioned suspicious about seeing Kagami and Cat Noir in the same place.

„Well you know all the superheroes are still present in our city and usually have their eyes wide open for any situation. They don‘t have it as much as they had in the past with the akumas, but it‘s good to know, they‘re still here with us“ The man said handing Raiden out his telescope. „You stuck the one end in the water and look through it. You‘re able to zoom too, if necessary,“

„Okay,“

„Also I will need your eyes when we have to pull it out, “ The man said letting the end of the fishing rod into the water while Raiden used the telescope to look down into the water and saw Cat Noir with his baton in front of the lips swimming around the ground palpating with his fingers the ground looking for the miraculous. Cat Noir felt the hitch stitch his head, then he looked up to recognize two persons on a boat, and Cat Noir remembered Kagami mentioning, that Raiden was looking for a fishing rod and might have arrived now. Cat Noir wiped off with his hands on the ground the grains of sand on the ground slowly, then he felt something and he wiped the sand off that place to encounter a beer bottle, making Cat Noir roll his eyes and use his other hand to search for objects and ends up finding a broken cutter, then he takes it and swims up at the surface to encounter Raiden on the boat along with the owner.

„I haven‘t found it yet, but if someone had a bag or something, I would appreciate it“ Cat Noir mumbled, then the man gave him one from a box he had filled with utensils for fishing.

„It may smell after fish, but it‘s the only thing I can give you“ The man answered, watching Cat Noir take the bag and dive into the water again.

„I think for now we have to wait a little“ Raiden said earning a nod from the man, then Raiden took his smartphone out and typed down Parisian superheroes and scrolled the page down on the image category and opened a picture, where he saw Ryuko posing with her sword behind the back, then Raiden noticed around the heroine‘s neck a black choker with the red pearl in the middle and he zoomed in to the picture to see it and creased his eyebrows about the similarity of the necklace.

„They are superheroes“ Raiden marveled about analyzing the image of the superheroine Ryuko. „This is the only logical way for her to be worried about it“

From the water appeared Cat Noir jumping up at the boat, then Raiden and the man helped Cat Noir sat up and he dropped down the plastic bag filled with trash he found under the river and on the other hand he held a black thread, which was from Kagami‘s choker, then Raiden placed his hand on Cat Noir‘s then he revealed the missing chocker of the Japanese woman.

„Wow you found it“ Raiden mentioned it earning a nod from the blonde, then Raiden took the choker, and Cat Noir removed the baton from his lips.

„The Seine needs a little clean up“ Cat Noir mentioned.

„Is the Seine looking that bad?“ The man asked picking up his telescope to look into the water.

„It‘s not worse, but it did look better in the past“ Cat Noir answered standing beside the man, then Raiden tapped Cat Noir on the shoulder.

„Something just fell off the boat,“ Raiden pointed out and Cat Noir looked down at the water and Raiden shoved the man with his leg down on the water shrieking Cat Noir.

„Hey!“ Cat Noir yelled following the man to help him up to stay over the shallow of the water. „Why did you do that?“ Cat Noir asked watching Raiden put the motor running of the boat and turn around near them and Cat Noir pulled the man down to avoid the two getting injured by the blades of the rotor, then Cat Noir observed under the water Raiden head to the port, where Kagami was standing.

„Raiden, why did you do that?“ Kagami scolded the man, which held the miraculous in his hands.

„This necklace here isn‘t just a simple necklace isn‘t it?“ Raiden asked watching Kagami glaring at him.

„I have no idea, what you‘re talking about, just give me my miraculous back!“ Kagami ordered making Raiden wide his eyes at her revelation.

„So you indeed are a superhero!“ Raiden pointed out making Kagami growl.

„Just give me the miraculous, it‘s dangerous if you don‘t know, how to use it“ The woman pointed out watching Raiden put the miraculous on and from the miraculous Longg had appeared in front of him.

„What happened?“ Longg asked, then saw Raiden wearing the miraculous and dropped his arms in shock. „Oh oh,“

„You‘re going to introduce me to your pet?“ Raiden asked making Longg cross his arms.

„I‘m a kwami,“ The red kwami corrected. „And if I were you, I would take the miraculous down and give it back to the specific holder“

„Why should I?“ Raiden asked. „You‘re not my boss“

„Raiden just give me back my miraculous.....come on,“ „Maybe later, I‘d like to know how this works“

„Just forget about that Raiden, “ Kagami said. „Give it back“ She begged, making the man chuckle.

„Little kwami, come on, I‘m curious to know, how it feels being in the skin of a superhero. Wouldn‘t you at least give me a minute with it?“

„Don‘t do it Longg!“ Kagami ordered, then watched Cat Noir swim along with the man towards the boat, then the man was helped up by the cat-themed superhero to climb back on the boat. „Or you know what?“ Kagami said, making the friend lift up his left eyebrow. „Just say, Longg, break the storm“

„Why the heck should I say Longg break the storm?“ The man asked activating the miraculous to transform into a dragon-themed superhero. „Woah it worked!“ Raiden extolled, then felt the boat move and Cat Noir stood there with the man looking at the dragon-themed superhero.

„Hey why….who are you?“ Cat Noir asked making the man cross his arms.

„I was wondering, why Kagami made such a drama because of the necklace and it was all because this was the miraculous. Her miraculous“ „Oh wow…..Ryuko you look as a civilian really gorgeous?“ Cat Noir commented a little unsure about the discovery of Kagami‘s secret identity.

„I know it‘s you, Adrien. You obviously look like him, just with different hair“ Raiden pointed out.

„You told him about me?“ Cat Noir asked shocked.

„Why should I do that?“ Kagami asked about her boyfriend‘s question, then Cat Noir nodded at the woman‘s answer. „He figured mines out, it wouldn‘t take him long to find out yours“

„How did you find out about it?“ Cat Noir asked, then the man pointed at the choker.

„Who would make such a big drama about a necklace?“ Raiden answered sarcastically. „Also you told me the other day about the so-called magic jewelry and I noticed her necklace and how similar you two were to those superheroes I saw on the videos. How didn‘t any of your friends notice that?“

„They all have different theories about us you know, by the way, they can just confirm anything as long as they haven‘t seen both of us close up for comparison,“ Cat Noir mentioned. „So if you don‘t mind, give the miraculous back to me and we‘re all cool, “ Cat Noir asked holding out his hand for the man, which placed his hands around his neck, gazing at the eyes of the superhero, then he smirked and he gave Cat Noir a Muay Thai kick hitting the blonde on his arms as he quickly reacted to the attack and fell down on the boat over the man.

„Adrien!“ Kagami complained, then Raiden grabbed Kagami on her arm pulling her to follow him, but she slapped his arms away from him. „Get your hands off me!“ Kagami shouted, then Cat Noir got up on the four legs and glared at the Japanese man, which stood on the ground next to Kagami.

Cat Noir jumped on the ground taking his baton holding it behind his back, making Raiden smirk and take out his sword.

„You‘re going to fight with that?“ Raiden asked earning a nod from the cat-themed superhero.

„You'd be surprised how good I am, with it" Cat Noir answered. „Otherwise I would be dead a long time ago“ Mentioned the dark-dressed superhero, then got attacked by the raven-haired man and he began to use his staff to reflect the attacks of the miraculous holder.

„Guys stop that“ Kagami ordered watching the two fight.

„Kagami get away from here, “ Cat Noir asked earning a nod from the girlfriend, which ran at the stairs and stopped seeing the two friends fight against each other. Kagami opened the contact list on her smartphone and made a video call to the superhero chat and was answered first by Marinette Dupain-Cheng which sat inside a restaurant.

„Marinette, can you tell Luka to come help?“ Kagami asked showing to Marinette Cat Noir fighting with the dragon-themed antagonist.

„Sure Kagami…... Luka would totally love to help Adrien…...move the curtains, he‘ll be there“ Marinette answered making Kagami furrow her eyebrows.

„Uhm where are you?“ Kagami asked, then Marinette discreetly showed herself on the restaurant along with Luka, Alya and Nino. „Okay, tell him to hurry up“ Kagami placed her smartphone on the rail of the stairs and looked at Cat Noir walk backward as the man guided him away. Kagami looked around for anything, that she could use to help her boyfriend and she ran the stairs up and near a small food barrack and stopped in front of the barrack to observe the owner clean the counter of the vehicle.

„Quick it‘s an emergency, I need something long and hard“ Kagami ordered the man making him chuckle.

„How necessary do you have it, girl?“

„Just give me that long spoon over there. While you‘re here making jokes Cat Noir is having trouble fighting a villain“ Kagami warned earning a nod from the woman as he understood how serious it was.

„Oh uh okay, don‘t worry, “ The man said getting her the large soup spoon. „Does someone down there need soup?“ The man asked watching Kagami grab the spoon.

„Maybe later, if not I take on in exchange, “ Kagami said, then she ran back to the stairs and noticed on the ground the small street chess game on the ground with its figures shaped after the Eiffel tower, which gave Kagami an idea, then she collected a few and brought them to the stairs, then ran back to get some more and she placed on on the wall and aimed Raiden, which was being dominated by Cat Noir right now and she observed the two fight and as Cat Noir used his staff to jump up in the air to dodge an attack, Kagami used her spoon to kick the Eiffel tower figure against the two, managing to hit Raiden on the head. Kagami grinned at the success, then threw the next two figures and the third one hit Cat Noir‘s head as he was about to attack Raiden.

„Sorry!“ Kagami apologized watching Cat Noir look up at her, afterward Kagami saw Raiden aim Cat Noir shrieking her. „Watch out!“

Cat Noir ducked down, then used his baton to push Raiden down on the ground, then Cat Noir used his staff to held the man down by his arms and with his other arm he went behind Raiden‘s neck and Raiden moved his head to hit Cat Noir on his nose, making him cover his nose with his hands afterward Raiden pushed Cat Noir away from him with the baton and threw it into the river.

„Get out of there!“ Kagami warned the blonde, then threw down at the two the Eiffel tower figures missing Raiden, afterward Cat Noir tripped over a figure landing on the floor, then Raiden got over Cat Noir and held him down with his sword just like Cat Noir did before and Kagami grabbed another chess figure and threw it at the head of Raiden, followed by a second one and Cat Noir threw the man away and looked up at Kagami, which pointed at the spoon earning a nod from the blonde and Kagami dropped the spoon for the boyfriend to catch it, afterward, Raiden threw towards Cat Noir with the chess figures, that lied next to him on the floor, then Cat Noir used the spoon to smack the figures away from him, then got hit after the sixth time on his hands making him yelp. Raiden ran towards the superhero, then held him against the wall with his sword glaring into his eyes.

„The other day you had just luck. You‘re not even as good fighting as a hero“ Raiden divulged, then looked at his hands to see the black ring on his finger, then he smirked and he throws Cat Noir down on the ground and pressed him down on the ground with his knees and grabbed the hand with the ring and removed it causing him to transform back into Adrien Agreste.

„Woah, woah, woah, time out!“ Plagg ordered the dragon holder, then got slapped away by Raiden and Plagg landed on the ground in front of Kagami.

„What happened?“ Plagg asked looking up at his holder‘s girlfriend, who saw now Raiden being kicked on the stomach, then Adrien managed to get up, then Raiden moved his sword to hit Adrien, but luckily the blonde jumped over it and tripped over the sword landing on his butt, therefore Raiden got pointed his sword at Adrien, which held his hands up, while Raiden got up on his feet and kicked Adrien on the chest making him yelp in pain, then the raven-haired man pulled the Frenchman down with his sword and held it in front of his throat making Adrien gulp.

„Oh oh,“ Plagg stated in shock about the situation.

„Kagami, use Plagg to transform“ Adrien ordered and Kagami looked at Plagg, which shook his head.

„You can‘t do it,“ Plagg warned earning a nod from the kwami.

„Plagg, let her do it!“ Adrien hissed, then shrieked as Raiden touched him with the tip of the sword.

„She can‘t do that. I can‘t protect her from an abort“ Plagg warned the blonde, which was startled by Raiden‘s threat.

„Raiden don‘t do that to him!“ Kagami shouted shocked about his idea.

„Why shouldn‘t I?“ Raiden asked. „He‘s no good for you. There are other people that are worth your attention,“

„If you‘re talking about people like you, I‘d rather be all by myself than wasting my time with them“

„Oh and do you think you know the real me at all?“

„There I see it“ Kagami answered. „And the day you jumped in front of the car in front of our house, just to frame Adrien and get him punished. The real you always was egocentric, rude and adaptable, but adaptable for the wrong things. You obviously just played a good person, so you could get between me and Adrien and you know what?“ Kagami asked making the man growl. „I believe the one, who tried to frame me in Adrien‘s bedroom was you too“

„You don‘t know anything about me!“

„You lied Raiden, I could read it those times on your face“

„Lucky you, you‘ve studied medicine“ „I‘m studying law, medicine is doing Adrien“ Kagami corrected. „The reason I can figure out people‘s lie is that I grew up helping out a friend getting rid of her lying behavior “ Kagami explained, then Raiden grabbed a chess figure and threw it at Kagami, which dodge it and saw Raiden raise his sword up to finish his job.

„Any last words?“ Raiden asked looking at Adrien, which looked terrified at the man and Kagami looked at Adrien‘s fright getting tears streaming down her face.

„P….plagg!“ Adrien stammered, then Kagami bursted into tears, which the two men saw.

„I‘m pregnant Adrien!“ Kagami blurted out, making Adrien drop his mouth along with Raiden, which was more shocked about the revelation, than Adrien. Kagami fell down on her knees, making Adrien look worried at her. „You‘re going to be a father“

„What?“ Adrien asked confused about Kagami‘s revelation. „But how?“

„You don‘t even know, how that could happen?“ Raiden asked looking down at Adrien in surprise.

„Just shut up!“ Kagami yelled, making Adrien frown as Kagami was getting worse with the crying, then Raiden stabbed the sword next to Adrien‘s body on the ground.

„Every man can make a baby, but only the real ones can be a father“ Raiden pointed out looking down at Adrien, which rolled his eyes down in guilt, then he growled and tried to shake Raiden off his body, therefore, Raiden grabbed his sword and swung it back, but before he managed to stab Adrien a boxing hand glove formed like a fist appeared in front of Raiden and pushed him away from Adrien.

Adrien sat up and saw on the top of the bridge Super Nathan standing together with Viperion, which played with his lyre by throwing it up.

„Hey wish dragon, give the miraculous back!“ Super Nathan ordered.

„We‘ve got more of them fists, if you know what I mean“ Viperion added making Super Nathan chuckle.

„We could just use your second chance and go back in time to do that“ Super Nathan pointed out earning a thumb up from the snake-themed superhero.

„It‘s not needed“ Adrien mentioned, then Kagami sneaked behind Raiden and removed the choker of his neck letting it fall on the ground causing him to drop his transformation to look like his civilian self again.

„Hey!“ Raiden shouted, then Adrien grabbed the miraculous crossing his arms looking at Raiden, which now had nothing to fight with.

„Interested in a street fight?“ Adrien asked the raven-haired man, making Raiden think about, then he looked up at the superheroes and waved at them, which looked at each other in confusion, then Raiden ran off leaving the friends in peace.

„Should we go behind him?“ Viperion asked looking down at Adrien, which shrugged his shoulders.

„Let him go“ Adrien answered. „He might have learned his lesson, “ Adrien said, then Super Nathan pointed to himself and took off in the air with his jetpack, while Viperion jumped down on the ground to approach Adrien, which got down on his knees to check on Kagami.

„Are you okay?“ Adrien asked placing his hand on her cheek, then Kagami hugged him leaning her face on his neck. Adrien caressed his girlfriend on the back and sat down on the ground with the girl sitting over his lap, then Adrien thought about what Kagami revealed before and moved her face up carefully to be able to look into her brown eyes.

„Was that, what you wanted to tell me the other day?“ Adrien asked. „About the pregnancy?“

„Yes“ Kagami answered.

Viperion got down at the two friends and held out his hands at the two.

„Let‘s get out of here. You two can discuss this at home“ Viperion suggested earning a nod from the two, then Plagg appeared holding his ring and handed it out to Adrien.

„Thank you Plagg“

Later at the Agreste manor Cat Noir carried Kagami in his arms then landed at the edge of his bedroom‘s window, which was leaned back and from Kagami‘s pocket Longg got out and entered to open the window for them and Cat Noir entered into the bedroom and carried Kagami to the bed sitting her down on the edge of the mattress.

„How are you?“ Cat Noir asked looking at Kagami, which lied down on the bed.

„I‘m feeling better now“ Kagami answered.

„Hey…..I‘m sorry about not believing in you about today‘s situation. I was a little frightened if this was just a trick or if that was real“ Cat Noir apologized.

„And I‘m sorry I didn‘t tell you earlier about my pregnancy….I was afraid you would get mad at me, because you would have to skip school in the future because of me and in the very start, I thought you weren‘t interested into kids, because of what happened back in the laser arena“ Kagami explained passing her hand under her eyes as she had another tear coming down her face, then Cat Noir lied down next to her with his belly down and caressed her on the cheeks making her smile.

„You know I would love it….it‘s just kind of the wrong time you know“ „If you want I could go for an abortion, but…...it‘s my fault if I didn‘t listen to your idea of using protection during my menstruation. Also you have to listen to my view, I‘m only allowed until the end of the next week to get an abortion if I want to and I also need to speak with the medics, because of it, but I know it‘s the wrong moment, but there‘s a living being inside of me. Our common child. I don‘t want it to pay with its life, just because I made a mistake,“

„You didn‘t do the mistake by yourself, I did too,“ Adrien corrected. „And if you think the best solution is to keep the baby, then I agree with you. We can always continue our education afterward, right?“ Adrien asked earning a nod from the girlfriend.

„Right“ Kagami agreed, then Cat Noir kissed the girl on her lips and lied his head over her breast rolling his eyes up at her seeing her feeling better about the talk. Cat Noir noticed under the pillow behind them a white sheet and he took it out and sat up to look at it.

„What‘s that?“

„Oh I wrote that to tell you about my pregnancy in case I‘d fail or we got interrupted again“ Kagami explained watching Cat Noir read the letter, soon his pupils shrank at how detailed the letter got about a certain moment of their lives together. Kagami giggled as she saw Cat Noir turn pink under his mask, then looked over his shoulder at the mask, then Cat Noir read it out loud for the girlfriend to hear it.

„We should have waited but I had the desire to feel the warmth of your body on mine. I wanted to know this feeling everyone has already experienced and that you gave me that chance made me really happy. It was indeed the best night of my life. You made my heart soar at every time I heard your groan. The way your hair flops in front of your forehead when you‘re inside me and how gently your touch is, when you patted me anywhere, how reliable it is to gaze into the emerald eyes of yours, seeing the love you have for me and feeling the pleasure you have from everything you did for me. I have to confess, I don‘t regret any of those times I have slept with you and I know we‘re in the wrong moment to have our first child, but I don‘t want to get rid of our baby, because it wasn‘t in our plans. It‘s a living being after all and don‘t want it to pay for my mistakes with its life. Adrien, I might not say this as much as you do, but you know, that I love you. I love you with all of the fiber of my being.“

„I didn‘t know you could write like that“ Cat Noir confessed making Kagami smile. „I‘m kind of feeling hot right now“ Cat Noir mentioned making Kagami shake her head.

„I can see that“ Kagami said looking at his face, which was redder, than before.

„I really liked the letter“

„That‘s great“ Kagami answered leaning her face on his shoulder making his smile gleam at the gesture of the woman. Cat Noir placed his arm behind Kagami‘s back and lied her down on her back and started to open up the blouse from down to the middle of Kagami, causing her to turn red at his move. „W….what are you doing?“ Kagami asked a little anxious, then Cat Noir leaned his ear on the belly to see if he could hear something.

„Anyone home?“ Cat Noir asked making Kagami chuckle.

„I think it‘s a little early to hear it“

„I just hear your intestines a little“ Cat Noir admitted then held his hand next to her belly while Kagami observed him doing so. „Hey, little girl…..or boy…..your dad is talking here to you. I know you‘re coming a little to the wrong time, but I want you to know, that it doesn‘t matter, cause we will love you a lot. You got here two extremely talented fencers as your future parents, a wonderful mom, and a handsome and cat….tastic dad. ..“ Cat Noir said getting hit on the head by the girlfriend, which chuckled at his words. „It doesn‘t matter if you‘re a girl or a boy. What you‘re going to be in the future and whatnot. We‘re here to support you with everything, we promise you that“ Said the cat-themed superhero followed by kissing her thin belly, then got his hair fondled by the girlfriend and lied his head over her belly. „When will we tell our parents?“ Cat Noir asked, making Kagami shrug her shoulders.

„I haven‘t thought about it“ Kagami answered. „Do you want to wait or should we say it tomorrow?“

„Maybe tomorrow?“ Cat Noir suggested. „Aren‘t we going to have your mother for dinner tomorrow?“

„I think so“ Kagami answered. „But what will she think about it?“

„Nothing. We‘re old enough to decide, what we want to do with our lives. Don‘t worry, she will be okay with it“ Cat Noir assured, then Kagami hugged her boyfriend, which smiled warmly enjoying the careful side of her.

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You are now boarding the mid-sized 20th century cargo hauling ship the Helena Fortuna. While she now resides in this indoor dry-dock/ display room, in years long gone she proudly sailed the high seas, a mainstay of the shipping routes along the eastern coasts of the American continents, under the steady hand of her captain Arthur Kellogg and his crew of experienced seamen. Then, one day, the Helena Foruna was found adrift, hundreds of nautical miles from its route. The crew were nowhere to be found, though a single lifeboat was missing; the ship’s cargo was present and intact, and no damage had been done to the ship itself. There was no indication of what had occurred to the crew, and none of them were ever seen again. Many people consider it to be one of the great mysteries of the sea; these people could do with a visit to this Museum, as we know have some idea of what happened to the Helena Fortuna, thanks to an anonymous delivery we recieved of an unmarked package. Contained within was a diary, belonging to a young man by the name of Thomas Banks, a crewman who had worked aboard the Helena Fortuna for several years prior to its disappearance. Please feel free to explore the ship, and I will relate to you some relevant entries from young Thomas’s diary. As always, please do not touch anything aboard the ship; under no circumstances should you attempt to dive overboard, as it’s quite a drop to the ground, and solid concrete doesn’t make for a very satisfying splash.

DAY ONE:

We left port before dawn. Captain seemed eager to get away. Saw the sun rise over the wide open sea. Never gets old. Got yelled at for dawdling so I could take a look at it, but it was worth it. Figured I’d try again at keeping a diary. Passes the time. And if anything interesting happens, who knows, maybe I’ll make a book out of it. We’re heading south from New York to someplace in South America, should probably know where. This job is mostly just doing the same thing over and over again without thinking about it, and I’ve gotten pretty good at the not thinking part over the years. Maybe it’s time for a change. Maybe I should have thought of that before we left. Oh well.

DAY THREE:

Mack asked if I’d noticed anything strange about the captain at dinner. Told him I hadn’t. Mack thinks the captain’s on edge for some reason. Really keen to get this job done fast. That’s why we left port in such a hurry, because the captain’s got some money troubles or something. Needs the bonus for getting this one done quick. Maybe even way trying to get away from some collectors in New York? Dunno what I think of that. Mack’s always loved a bit of gossip. Not a great quality to have when you’re trapped with the same group of people for weeks on end.

DAY SIX:

There’s bugs in the bunk room again. Was supposed to be fumigated while we were docked. Kellogg’s been cutting corners again. Sick of this.

DAY EIGHT:

Was talking to some of the engineers. Apparently the Captain asked them if they could make the ship go faster? Goose the engines or something like that. They told him that’s not really how it works, but Harris thinks he’ll ask again down the line. Food’s worse than usual. Feel like it’s been padded with sawdust or something.

DAY THIRTEEN:

Saunders yelled at me for taking too long cleaning the deck today. Not like him to get angry over something as stupid as that. Captain’s probably pushing him to be more strict, make sure things run smoothly. Or maybe he’s just stressed too. Captain’s so on edge the whole crew can see it. Saunders is First Mate, so he probably sees it even more up close and personal than the rest of us. Guess I can sympathise. We’re all trapped in here together.

Day FIFTEEN:

I keep missing days in this thing. I know it’s not all interesting out here but if I’m not going to do it regular what’s the point? Got to do better. Anyway, at dinner the captain came in and practically dragged Saunders away by the ear. Looked furious. Mack said he could smell drink on him but I don’t know about that, the Captain’s a pretty straight and narrow kinda fella. Whatever it was got him mad with Saunders though, he sure was mad. We could hear him screaming at him through solid metal.

DAY SIXTEEN:

Archie says we’re changing course? Doesn’t know why. Adjusted our heading by a few degrees, told to expect more in the coming days. Captain says jump, he jumps, but still, what the heck is that about? Did our destination change or something? Oh damn it, I never asked where we’re going. We’re more than two weeks in, I can’t ask now, I’ll look like a damn fool. Anyway, I tried to catch Saunders, ask what’s going on, but he just told me to mind my own business. Had the strangest look in his eyes. I’ve got a bad feeling about this whole thing.

DAY TWENTY:

Folks are getting restless. Guess I’m one of them. Captain’s been dictating new headings to the helmsmen and he won’t tell us where we’re going. I’m not even sure where we are now. Jeffries, the radio operator, says there hasn’t been any communication from anyone on land about a change in plan, so either this was Kellogg’s plan all along or there is no plan. He’s in charge, so what he says goes, but this is crazy. Mack says Kellogg’s gotta be some kind of Commie spy or something, and we’ve all been roped into his mission. I’m just about ready to smack him in the head I tell you what.

DAY TWENTY-ONE:

The sun rose dead ahead this morning. That means we’re going east, right? Like, dead east. Are we crossing the Atlantic or something? What the hell’s going on?

DAY TWENTY-TWO:

We must have turned. It rose on the port side today. Back to heading south, I guess. There’s no need to change course like this, right? Captain’s lost it. Soon as we reach port I’m leaving. If we ever make it to port.

DAY TWENTY-FIVE:

One of the boys, Merrick, said there’s something wrong with the stars. Was on lookout last night, couldn’t see a single constellation he recognised. I told him that’s because we’re in the southern hemisphere now. Constellations are all different down here. He acted like that made sense and dropped it. I don’t know if that’s actually how it works. Don’t even know if we’re in the southern hemisphere yet.

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT:

Haven’t been sleeping much. When I do, I get the strangest dreams. Everything’s normal on the ship, except we’re all underwater. Whole ship is completely submerged, the surface is way above our heads. People just going about their business like being 50 feet deep is the most normal thing in the world. And then, when I point that out, everyone gets mad at me. I can’t understand what they’re saying, because we’re underwater so it’s just bubbles coming out, but they’re furious. They grab me and toss me overboard, and instead of falling I float upwards toward the surface, way too quick, and when I reach the surface I try to breath but I’m drowning, like the air is poison, and then I wake up. I think this situation might be getting to me a little.

DAY THIRTY-FIVE:

Haven’t been able to write. Captain’s been having Saunders and some other guys do patrols and searches of the bunks and common spaces. Says the crew are distracted and lazy, need to focus on the Work. That’s what he calls it now. “The Work”. Not the job, not the ship. It’s all The Work. Something ominous about that. I’m writing this in the john, it’s the only way I can do it without being discovered. This is all gonna be evidence when I sue this damn company. Nobody should put up with crap like this for a job. Gonna keep this diary on my person from now on just in case. I would have thought Saunders would try to convince the Captain that this was crazy, or at least that he’d just pretend to do the searches, but he’s changed. He doesn’t talk much. Just kind of does what the Captain says. There’s something about his eyes, too. He looks dead inside.

DAY FIFTY:

Merrick wouldn’t shut up about the stars. Saying they were wrong. That this whole trip was wrong. Saunders shut him up. Threw him overboard. I felt a little sorry for him, but he was being a damn nuisance. There’s nothing wrong with the stars. There haven’t even been any stars in the sky for a week now.

DATE UNKNOWN

Mack woke me up. Told me to come with him. Dragged me down belowdecks. Looked nervous, like we were doing something wrong. Wound up in the engine room. Engines were off. Cold. Mack says he doesn’t know how long they’ve been off for. Doesn’t know how we didn’t notice. I went back to bed.

DATE UNKNOWN:

The Captain spoke to everyone at lunch today. I’m finally starting to enjoy fish by the way. He says we’re almost at our destination. The Work is nearly upon us. Mack and a couple of others spoke up. Asked where we’re going. Things got heated. A fight started. Three men dead on the ground. I cleaned it up. Got to keep the ship tidy.

DATE UNKNOWN:

There’s talk of mutiny. Like we’re pirates in the olden days or something. Factions forming. Still don’t know why some people are siding with the captain. They all seem different. Quiet and angry. It’s probably at least a third of the crew. Mack’s trying to rile people up, make them join his mutiny. I think I’ll try to stay neutral. Don’t know how this is going to shake out but it’s going nowhere good.

DATE UNKNOWN:

I think something’s going on, I heard a

DATE UNKNOWN:

I woke up in the lifeboat. Mack and a few of the others. Apparently the mutiny happened. Failed. I got hit in the head in a struggle, Mack dragged me away. I don’t know why we’re in a lifeboat. Nobody’s saying much. Mack is hurt. I think we’re just drifting.

DATE UNKNOWN:

Mack’s so pale. I don’t think anyone here knows how to help him. I guess when he dies we’ll push him overboard. Will he float or sink? I don’t remember which is right anymore.

DATE UNKNOWN:

He floated.

DATE UNKNOWN:

The sky is wrong. Merrick was right. It’s not supposed to look like waves.

DATE UNKNOWN:

We’ve arrived. This place is huge. Dark. Not much sunlight makes it down here I guess. I wonder if this is where the Captain was taking us. He was a good man. I hope he made it here too.

DATE UNKNOWN:

I don’t need a captain now. I have something more. I have found my purpose. We are all in His service, now and forever. The Work must be done. This is much better than being trapped like sardines on that ship. I dream so deeply. I don’t know how I’m keeping my diary dry. I don’t mind though. It’s convenient. Think I’ll see if I can send it back home. Spread the word about this place. I think I’ll be really happy here.

In this cabinet, we have an antique Spanish Doubloon, a gold coin estimated to have been minted in Spain in the mid 16th Century. It is made from real gold, and at the time of its creation it would have been worth 32 real- not an insignificant amount, but not entirely significant either. A wealthy man could be counted on to have several of these in his coin purse at any given moment. Today, of course, a coin such as this would be considered a priceless antique, thousands of times more valuable than when it was minted. This coin, however, has been treated throughout its existence as if it were worth a great deal more than even that: many men across history have considered it worth dying for, and in their tragic wakes the legend of the cursed doubloon has grown and grown. The following story has been painstakingly pieced together by the Museum’s Researchers through a great deal of time and effort. You might think it impossible to chart the movements of a single coin throughout hundreds of years of history, and that’s why you’d never make it as a Mistholme Researcher.

The first man to die over the doubloon did so on the very first day of the coin’s existence. The doubloon somehow became lodged in the works of the machinery which created it, causing an accident that came within an inch of killing the young man operating the machine. The doubloon was retrieved, and found to have had the distinctive groove you can see on its face gouged into it in the accident. As it was now unsuitable for release, the foreman ordered the coin melted down; however, the man who had nearly died instead pocketed the coin, declaring to some of his co-workers that, from that day on, it would be his ‘Lucky’ coin. He was mistaken. One of his co-workers, who had accrued substantial debts, accosted him that evening in an attempt to blackmail the thief. Things got out of hand, and the man who had taken the coin quote “fell down a flight of stairs” unquote to his death. The Blackmailer panicked and fled the city to lie low, with nothing but the coin. He made it half a day before having a run in with some highwaymen, who took the coin and his life, despite his insistence that it was defective, merely his “lucky coin”. The Highwaymen’s next encounter turned out to be a military patrol, and so the coin made its way to the pocket of a soldier, whose company were en route to a coastal town where the soldier and some of his comrades made an ill-fated attempt at desertion by boarding a merchant ship. Despite the soldier’s insistence that his new “lucky coin” would bless their escape, a sailor on said ship deduced their identities and reported them, and as a reward was granted the contents of the soldier’s pack after his execution; so, the coin made its way out to sea nonetheless.

The Sailor proved to be the most long-lived of the coin’s owners so far, lasting several months aboard his vessel: he might even have survived to see dry land again, had he not won quite so many hands of poker during the journey, gloating to another sailor about how his “lucky coin” had helped him win, and of the pleasures his newfound wealth would buy him at their next stop in port. His destination was promptly changed to “The Ocean Floor” and the coin’s new owner successfully passed off his disappearance as a tragic accident, a feat he quietly attributed to the good fortune with which his lucky coin had blessed him. Unfortunately for him, the ship soon crossed the path of a pirate vessel, who swiftly overwhelmed the merchant vessel’s defence through force. Though the coin’s owner survived the initial assault, he made the mistake of attempting to hide his coin from the pirate’s searches, and was punished greatly for it. He was one of the few owners of the coin who survived beyond the loss of the coin, though he wished ever after that he hadn’t, and never saw land again.

The pirate vessel that now held the coin among the rest of its plunder was named The Clumsy Petrel, and it had plundered these waters for several years prior to this encounter. Those among you with basic pattern recognition abilities might expect that its time on the high seas came to an end not long after, and you would be right. The Clumsy Petrel had been out at sea for many months, and it had amassed a great deal of loot in that time. Its hold was full to bursting with wealth- now including one Doubloon in particular- and its crew were eager to return to shore and split the take. The captain, however, had different plans in mind. Part of the reason that the Petrel had been out at sea for quite so long was to avoid certain enemies he had made on land; the captain feared that, no matter how far they had journeyed from their original port, his troubles could have followed them. As such, the captain did not share his crew’s excitement for landfall, and despite the eagerness of the crew he had no intention of returning to port. His journal, recovered by Museum Researchers, shows that he was quite overcome with paranoia, believing that his crew were scheming against him; he made a number of contingency plans for the event that they should turn on him. Many of these were frankly impractical, but the captain was certain that his newly acquired “Lucky Coin” would see him through. As time went on, this fear that his crew would betray him became a self-fulfilling prophecy, as their eagerness turned to impatience, then to frustration. Eventually, the captain was forced to act: he gathered the men and told them that they would make port- but only for one night in order to resupply, and that the take would not yet be split. In his paranoia, he believed that the best course of action would be to keep his crew together, in order to prevent any of them from leaving and potentially betraying him to his enemies. Unfortunately, this was instead his undoing, as the crew betrayed him in a different way: mutiny. That night, a fight broke out between mutineers and men loyal to the captain, which inadvertently led to the destruction of The Clumsy Petrel when the gunpowder stocks caught alight. The captain was the only survivor: as soon as fighting broke out, he grabbed a handful of coins- including one in particular- and leapt into a lifeboat. His paranoia had not saved him, however- merely prolonged his death. He washed up on a deserted island some time later, with only one coin remaining in his pockets, having lost the rest beneath the waves. With the last of his strength he buried all the money he had, filled in his final journal entry, and died lying atop the burial spot.

So the coin was lost for over two hundred years, buried beneath one of its victims. Eventually, it was happened upon by a pair of brothers from a wealthy family, young men who were exploring the islands in the region in their dinghy, searching for treasure and adventure. They pulled his diary from his pockets and, upon reading the final entry, dug up the coin that he had hidden. As they paddled home, the older brother remarked that the captain’s body and journal were a significant historical discovery, and precisely the sort of thing that would prove his manliness to the young lady he had his eye on- and there was something about the coin he’d buried as his last act that felt significant too. The younger brother, who resented the favouritism his older sibling had received all his life, and whom also had intentions toward the same young lady, took this to be the final straw in their strained relationship, and so after a brief scuffle in the dinghy, he returned home alone, now the sole heir to the family legacy- and the legacy of the coin.

The coin became something of a symbol to the family, as the younger brother kept it close for the rest of his life, believing it brought him luck. He married the young lady, and they had several children. Before long, the younger brother’s father died, and he inherited the family fortune. He was shrewd, and the fortune grew substantially in his time. He regularly showed the coin to his sons, telling them that it was a token of prosperity, of wit… and of doing everything necessary to get ahead. He was very long-lived for a man in his time, and especially for a man who held the doubloon. Too long lived, in the opinion of his oldest son, who grew tired of waiting for his time to inherit the family fortune, and poisoned his father and took the coin- and fortune- for himself. He met a similar fate some decades later, by a son who was himself killed by a rival family at the end of a bitter feud, the family fortune- and now-legendary coin- being seized in the process.

At this point the authorities finally became involved, and the coin- as well as quite a lot of other, less interesting money- was seized in a police raid, while the family patriarch was killed in prison some days later.

At long last, the Museum acquired the Doubloon through means you don’t need to know, and should know better than to ask about. Despite extensive study, however, there is significant debate among the staff here as to whether or not the doubloon is, itself, an Alternatural item. Certainly, it deserves a place in the museum, as its story is fascinating and definitely worthy of being told, but the coin itself does not appear to pass any of our standard tests for detecting the Alternatural. And yet, over 400 years of history, everyone who has come into contact with it has firmly believed that it has great significance- specifically that it is “lucky”, despite all evidence to the contrary- and has paid a terrible price for acting on that belief. And we think that’s interesting. Incidentally, there are some among the Research Staff who strongly believe that the Doubloon has brought great fortune to the museum since we acquired it.

At this point, the Museum would like to advise visitors that- should they find themselves eyeing up the Doubloon, weighing up their chances of getting away with “nabbing” it for themselves- this room has security mechanisms well beyond State-Of-The-Art, and the Head Of Security would, quote, “Like to see anyone bloody try it” unquote.

This is not a threat.

It is a warning.

At the end of this corridor, you will see a large empty glass case. It isn’t supposed to be empty. Please make your way to the nearest exit. Don’t run. Everything is fine. If you hear an alarm, shouting, or the unmistakable sound of rending flesh: no you didn’t. You didn’t hear anything. Everything is fine. Just keep walking. Please ensure that you do not think about your current situation, which is not a situation, because everything is fine. You should think about happy thoughts, like what you’re going to do when you get home, or the faces of your loved ones. Do you have a pet? If so, do not think about it. That will just make things worse, not that there’s any way that things could get any worse. Which is to say, there’s nothing happening right now that could make things anything other than absolutely fine. Everything is fine. Everything is fine. [ Voice speeding up] Thank you for visiting the Mistholme Museum of Mystery Morbidity and Mortality, we hope that you have enjoyed your visit and that you will return one day in this life or the next, of course you will why wouldn’t you everything’s fine RUN.

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Commitment Issues (Updated & Edited) - Oliver x F!MC

A/N: If you have a male MC and see my imagines and are getting annoyed that I never/haven't yet written anything for male MC's, it's because I have only played as female MC's mainly in the books I have played and wouldn't want to write something that made no sense in the way it reads to a male MC player. In the future I will try to write for male MC's but first I would have to play as them in a few stories. I hope you understand and enjoy this fiction nonetheless :)

TW// Mentions of physical and emotional abuse. If you are easily triggered by this stuff, then I would recommend either skipping it or not reading this fiction any further. If it helps, it’s starts when you (MC) start shouting at Oliver.. Oliver also inflict temporary harm on MC at her request, so his father doesn’t beat him any further. Please know that he regrets every action he takes through this part of the fiction and it is very brief.

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It was your 23rd day of being stranded on the beach as consequence from being thrown off the damnation for putting the crew in danger. Many of the crew told Robert he was being too harsh as it truly was an accident, they had helped plan the rescue mission you were going to undertake to get Edward back. But regardless Robert wanted you off ship, it was thanks to Charlie and Maggie that you had been given the opportunity to disembark from the ship yourself instead of just being thrown into the middle of the ocean like Robert wanted. In the past few weeks, you had roamed the island to see if you were alone, scavenged all the food you could find close to where you had set up camp and gone fishing in the ocean with your bear hands. You’d also sent smoke signals from your camp fire and made a massive ‘help’ sign made from branches, twigs and vines, which you had burnt in hopes of raising alarm from a passing ship but you’d had no luck, All you had now was the firewood for your campfire and ‘HELP’ written in rocks, stones and shells you had collected written on the sand in hopes somebody would see it. But all too quickly 10 more days past and the weeks soon turned into roughly 2 months. You had run out of food on the tiny island and were now relying solely on you fishing abilities.

One day as you were coming back up for air you heard distant shouts and tried to find the direction of which they were coming from. “A mermaid Carlos! I swear I saw one!” a male voice shouted, “Mermaid?! You’re out of you mind Benjamin. They’re nothing but a fairy-tale character!” whom you assumed to be Carlos shouted back at him. “Lieutenant, can we get closer please? I’d love to see it up close!” the voice you now identified as belonging to Benjamin shouted out. You rolled your eyes then took a deep breath before diving under water to try and capture a fish. As you came back up for more air, you saw the ship was getting closer so you thought it best to leave the ocean for now and swam back to land and stood on shore ringing the water out of your hair lying on your blanket made from woven together leaves to dry off underneath the Caribbean sun. You heard the people aboard the ship shouting as the ship docked and they moved around deck trying to witness the mermaid. Meanwhile one very stoic faced man stood at the bow of the ship staring in your direction, squinting as if he was trying to see something. When nobody was looking he grabbed his spyglass and looked through it in you direction, smiling slightly when his suspicions where confirmed. He put is spyglass away and went to disembark but stopped himself as he neared the side of the ship to deploy the ramps. While he hesitated you turned over, facing your back to the sun in order to warm up and dry properly.

You got comfortable and started falling asleep when you heard footsteps stop beside you in the sand. Not moving a muscle, you slowly opened you eyes and waited for something to happen. Your heart beating out of your chest “Just kill me already or whatever it is you want to do” you thought to yourself as you were laying there. But nothing happened, instead you heard a familiar smooth voice “Miss… Bellamy?” it said softly, and you slowly turned your head in the other direction and looked up. “Ollliver?” you questioned , thinking you were hallucinating. “You uh… you seem comfortable out here?” he said with a confused tone and look on his face. It was then your eyes went wide and you felt mortified. You were laying on a beach naked in front of a Royal Navy Lieutenant and his fellow officers. “Shit!” you cursed under your breath and slid your hands under the leaf blanket, closing your eyes and rolling over so you could get up and to your clothes. After you were dressed appropriately you faced Oliver, “What’re you doing out here?” you asked him as you sat on a log. He sat opposite you “I could ask the same of you” he smiled softly as you locked eyes for a brief moment. You chuckled and looked at your burnt-out fire and sighed, silence hanging between you. “I got kicked of the ship.” You finally spoke, “Why?” he asked. “Well I told you didn’t I? Your father isn’t who you think he is. He used me and Edward as bait to sink Poseidon’s Revenge just like I said he would. Shot straight at it with his canons. Whole ship and a crews whole life gone. Just like that. Then I stupidly jumped in to save the crew as it was already too late to get them to turn around. And now your father’s off trying to find some compass with Edward aboard his ship who, he’s most likely enjoying torturing. Whilst the rest of the crew I was with try to beat him to the compass and stop him from taking it. But We almost got Edward back you see. Though your father saw us coming on board the damnation and started readying his canons to shoot at that. It’s only because my leadership skills we got out unharmed but because I put everyone in harms way. I’m here. So tell me now. Why are you here?” you spoke coldly, Oliver’s face falling more and more at every mention of the misery his father was currently causing because he believed you and somehow knew every word was true. “Miss Bellamy I- I’m so sorry that he-“ Oliver started speaking shakily, “Save it. Unless you prove you different by your actions, your just as bad as your father.” You snapped. Mad at the fact you’d failed your whole crew. Not just Once but Twice. It was killing you and you couldn’t fix it. Not now. Not ever. Especially if you had no way off this godforsaken island, fast.

Oliver moved away from you a little sensing you were irritable. “You don’t even send word to me! I mean.. we share all these moments together but it’s like… it’s like you can’t commit to anything your father doesn’t tell you to do!” You continued to shout. Oliver shrinking away from you even more. “You’re just like him.” He muttered under his breath, his demeanour now sad, shy and hurt. “Always yelling. Never wait for me to give you my answer. Just yell and yell and yell until I feel so awful I snap at everyone else.” He said shakily. You gave him a death glare. “Even with that look. It scares me. I can’t commit to anything else because of him. Because I’m scared of him okay?! There! I admit. I’m scared of my own damn father!” Oliver yelled as his voice cracked and tears fell down his face. You looked at him with sympathy and shock, the stoic, brave man you met gone. Replaced with a broken, fragile version as he sat on a log sobbing into his hands. “O…Oliver?” You said meekly as you stepped towards him, arm outstretched, he flinched and whimpered as he sobbed “Just do it. Hit me already. He would have done 50 times by now” he spoke through the tears. You sat next to him “What? Olly… I’m not going to hit you.” you sympathise and wraps your arms round his fragile frame, taking off his hat and pulling him to your chest. Stoking his hair, letting him cry out everything that was built up inside of him. He hugged you back as he sobbed into your newly dry clothes. “Why do I have to be such a dumb boy? Why am I never enough? For anyone?” He asked, looking up into your eyes through his tear-soaked lashes. His brown orbs now as vibrant as the wet sand on the beach. Hope for an answer all over his face. “Oliver… How long has he ben abusing you?” you asked “Years. I’m turning 25 this year and it’s been going on since I was little. I have scars from lashings from when I would take a girl to meet him. He’d be nice and display the perfect decorum in front of her, but as soon as I’d taken her home and would go back to father. Rope. A spare belt. Heck, even planks of wood. Whatever he could find. I’d get beat with for even thinking of committing to another human or anything else other than him and my job.” He spoke numbly, as he stared at the ground with his head on your chest. “I… I have never um… I’ve never taken a… a uh.. a guy back to him though. I’ve fallen in love with a couple over my time on Earth so far.” He continued hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to push him to the ground and berate him for saying it. You felt his body tense up, “Oliver. Relax honey pie. I’m not your father. Yes I do get mad and snap at people. Usually at the wrong times but… I would never intentionally hurt you.” You said softly into his ear, comforting him and feeling him relax back into your arms. “… The uhm, the worst scar he’s left… may… may I show you it. To help you understand my… Troubles?” he asked shyly as he sat up pulling away from your warm embrace. You hesitated for a moment, not sure whether or not you wanted to see evidence of what he was telling you. You didn’t know if you would be able to bare it. Eventually you nodded and Oliver rose to his feet, unbuttoning his jacket, removing articles of clothing as you lock eyes with him as he takes of his trousers, you can sense the vulnerability in his being. As he stands back to his normal height, facing his back to you, you hear yourself let out a tiny gasp. “My gosh. My poor baby” you whisper, not realising in the moment what you said but Oliver took notice and made a mental note of it. You stood up and walked over to him, “this one… it looks… fresh?” you speak quietly as you gently touch a welt on his back, causing him to wince loudly at the contact, you jumped back and quickly apologise. “Oliver, how hard does he whip you?” you asked, thick emotion in your voice as you teared up looking at his back and legs. “I got that a week ago. For um… for showing interest in you.” He relayed to you shyly. At hearing that, in that moment your heart shattered. You didn’t ever think you’d cause a man to get beaten just because he showed interest in you. “Oliver I..” you said behind a chocked sob, “Olly. Please.. I like it when you call me that” he smiled gently as he turned around to face you, letting out a deep sigh. You gasped at the almost healed over gash across his chest. You couldn’t control it anymore, you sat in the sand on broke down. This perfect man you were falling for was being beaten because of things out of him control. Nobody controls love or the final outcome of a situation, not really.

He knelt in the sand beside you, this time giving you the hug you so obviously needed, “Shhh my love. I’m going to be okay. I promise.” He cooed as he tried to sooth you and calm you down. You shook your head. “Olly… Olly, I love you. I really do but if it’s going to result in this..” You sobbed out as you motioned to his back, but he stopped you. “Miss Bellamy. Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I would take a million lashings through 500 lifetimes if it meant I got to be with a woman as smart, witty and capable as she is beautiful, like you are.” He whispered as he leant closer to your face tilting his head slightly to the side, lifting yours with a hooked finger by the tip of your chin. In that moment, your lips melted together in a salty teared kiss full of emotion. Why must he be so.. perfect? You broke apart and rested your foreheads together, Oliver letting out a content sigh. “I could do that over and over again and never grow tired” he mumbled so you could only just hear it and you responded with a smile as you both laid back on the sand, staring into the clear blue sky of the Caribbean.

A few moments later you r peace was disturbed by shouts “OLIVER! LIEUTENANT?! Man if we’ve lost him overboard The Admiral is going to be furious” you heard voices getting closer to you, Oliver unfazed. “Olly..” you started but he held up a hand cutting you off. “I know. But let them find me. I’m tanning.” He spoke coolly with his eyes closed making you giggle, getting a soft smile from him. “Look there! In the sand! His Clothes!” a man shouted, and 4 silhouettes drew closer. Upon seeing you they immediately started interrogating you. “Guys. Relax.. He’s tanning” you said as you laughed mocking Oliver’s voice moving out of he way to show them Oliver’s relaxed form. “Oh.. well uh… we’re sorry Miss” the said as their cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. “I suggest you go back to the ship gentlemen. If I’m not back in 15 minutes. Take off without me. Get orders from the admiral and then return here to retrieve me.” Oliver ordered his men, they bowed and backed away flustered. You sat on a log giggling “What?” Oliver said with a bemused grin on his face as he opened an eye to look at you. “They folded their tails real fast” you shrugged. Oliver letting out a low, rich genuine laugh, “I tend to have that effect” he smirked, you shook your head as you laughed and straddled his lap. “Olly? Your.. commitment issues? Would you be willing to work on them?” you asked as you stroked his happy trail. But he couldn’t answer you seriously as you action was tickling him, and he could only laugh “Miss Bellamy that tickles.. please stop” he laughed as you tickled his stomach more and more “Tickle the Lieutenant happens to be my favourite past time” you answered mischievously, his look matching yours as you locked eyes “Is that so?” he asked, tone laced thick with mischievousness. You jumped off of him and began to back away as he got up “now… how to I punish a cheeky lass who thinks tickling a lieutenant, a very serious and important person, is fun?” he pondered out loud before locking eyes with you “Ah yeah. I believe I tickle her back!” he exclaimed cheerily and started chasing you across the beach towards the ocean. Your happy screams and laughter echoing for miles as you hit the water, diving underneath. “I see. So we’re playing THAT kind of game” Oliver mused as he followed you into the ocean. Eventually he caught you and pulled you back onto the shore where he laid you in the sand, straddles your lap, pinning your hands at your sides, grinning down on you as you laughed in anticipation. “Finally… time for the grand punishment!” he proclaimed with a laugh “NOOOOOOOOO” you laughed as he started tickling your sides “I’m calling the police. This is a federal crime!” you joked through the laughter and laughed out his name “Babe please. My sides hurt” you said as you tried to calm down your laughter. Time stopped as Oliver instantly stopped tickling you, looking into your eyes seriously. “That’s the 2nd time you referred to me that way.” He said. “I….” you stuttered. “Do you truly see me that way?” he asked, curiosity on his face. You nodded, “Since them moment we met when you were wearing that tacky ass “pirate” costume, you giggled. He giggled too. “Yeah… it was pretty bad” he admitted as he pushed himself up, offering his hand to help you up.

You strolled along the beach, spotting Oliver’s ship on the horizon. “Guess it’s been waaaaay more than 15 minutes” he said gesturing to the horizon. “well… being stranded with you isn’t all bad. I’m all down for some unlimited love making time…” he grinned. It was then you noticed the tent he was pitching in his underwear, gulping visibly you ripped your eyes away from the sight and back to his faced, which was filled with amusement. “I’ve always wondered what sunset sex on a beach was like you know” he stated as he pulled you closer. “what?” you chuckled, “you know… sex that you have as the sun is setting. I named it sunset sex” he said. “oh… that’s too adorable” you teased with a smile, and he chuckled. The two of you spending a night of passion together before falling asleep under the stars.

As the next few weeks passed, together you and Oliver, played games such as tic tac toe in the sand, as well as teaching each other games from your childhoods. You had competitions of ‘who could catch the most fish’ and challenged each other to running races along the beach. You didn’t know how long it was but the time you were spending with Oliver as you waited for him ship to come back were some of the best times in your life. You slowly felt him starting to trust you more, overtime thanks to the sun and his freedom of being able to walk around naked, which you welcomed, his scars had almost faded. Using his strength he helped you make a shelter to sit under when it rained and using shells and thread Oliver had in his pocket you made shell bracelets for each other to remember each other by when you separated again. But as time went on Oliver got more and more concerned as his ship didn’t return as quickly as he thought it would.

One day Oliver was stoking the fire for lunch as you were catching fish, he smiled as he saw you running back to him, but that smile fell as he saw the alarm on your face. “Your father’s ship! Horizon! Get dressed! Order me about! Whatever. I just don’t want you hurt Oliver. Please.” you pleaded looking in his eyes. He hated the idea and gulped as he nodded, he quickly got dressed and you assumed a position as if you were getting shouted at and beat. “God Miss Bellamy. Please know I hate hitting anyone and I’m sorry for this.” He whispered as he reeled his hand back the way he’d witnessed his father to before hitting him many a times, striking down on you with force “You insolent little bitch! I ordered you to catch me one large fish for my lunch and all you bring back to me time and time again and tiny krill?! I want a sea bass you dirty slut!” he shouts sharply as he continues to beat you with a stick he picked up from nearby, his father storming over. He looked at your tearful form on the ground and then at his son, a massive grin, that made both you and Oliver sick to your stomachs, painting his face. “Well done son! I see you’ve been treating this little nobody well.” He gleamed as he pat his son on the shoulder. Oliver clenched his jaw subtly as he looked at you from downcast eyes apologetically. “What can I say father? Woman are just slaves to us men. If they can’t obey us correctly. We beat them” he spoke coldly, internally repulsed by the words leaving his own mouth. His father gawffed out loud, pride taking over him as he looked at his son, the pride on his face matching the look in his eyes. “Come my son. You can have a proper lunch aboard the ship, and we can leave this insolent little trout to sob weakly over her injuries.” The Admiral said gleefully. That’s when you remembered. Edward. He was still aboard that ship… you could get to him. Oliver glanced at you and saw your brain working. “Actually father. She was another ship’s whore. They no longer had any use for her when they got a new toy to play with. Now I claim her as my whore. I demand she comes aboard ship as well, to get cleaned up and readied to board my ship where she will be kept below deck and only brought out when I need her.” He spoke sternly with his father. You knew he hated every word that was leaving his mouth but in other ways you felt thankful for him being willing to go to such lengths for you. The Admiral looked at you with distain before looking back at his son. “On one condition” he said sternly, “yes?” Oliver replied, “I get to spend the whole of tonight with her. And she better NOT anger me. I expect you to have chosen someone with manner towards their superiors this time Oliver.” He said sincerely. You watched Oliver’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed with his eyes closed before he looked his father dead in the eye. “Tonight only.” He replied. A silence hung in the air, suddenly The Admiral clapped his hands together loudly and laughed, “Right then. Officer Johnson! Have to cook prepare a lovely meal for me and my son here. And sort out accommodation for our temporary… guest.” He said grimacing as he said the last part before walking past you, making sure to ‘accidently’ hit your head with the flask in his hand not bothering to look over his shoulder and apologise. “Hurry along Oliver. Bring your whore with you!” The Admiral shouted back, “Coming father!” Oliver replied as he looked at you apologetically, helping you out of the sand. “I am so sorry Miss Bellamy” he whispered quickly giving you a hug before bounding your hands behind your back and pushing you along. “It’s okay Olly. I still love you and I know you feel for me too” you whispered back in response before you caught up with the other officers, being pushed aboard by Oliver.

As the other lower ranked officers busied themselves Oliver whispered in your ear and he sat you by a post. “Wait here for my father. Don’t risk angering him. I’ll slink down to the brig and see what I can learn from your Captain. If we can get him onto my ship and return him to his crew. It’ll be a win.” The lowly growl behind his words slightly flustering you. “Oh… and don’t anger him. Please. I want to find you in the morning perfectly fine. Not an added extra mark on you okay?” he said mischievously before leaving you alone. You sat in silence as you waited, humming a song Edward always sung to calm your nerves. It was weird knowing you were yards from him yet couldn’t hear his voice. As the day carried on Oliver came to check up on you, in the room you had been given. He came in looking in your direction alarmed, and your heart sank. Checking to see nobody was following, he closed the door behind him before coming over to you in large strides. “He’s in bad shape. Marks all over him just like mine. Dried blood staining his close and he can barely talk.” He told you, you looked at your bread and water handing it to Oliver. Get this too him. He needs it more than I do.” Oliver looked at you, “You’re sure?” he said as his brow creased with concern for you. “100%” you confirmed. “I’ll see to it” Oliver nodded and got up walking to the door. “Miss Bellamy? …. I-“ he looked in your direction but struggled to find the words, so just smiled before leaving the room.

Later that night, you were being escorted by an officer to see The Admiral. After thanking his man, the door shut, and he locked it. This was it. You were trapped until you had given him what answers he wanted. He asked questions about you and Oliver strictly. “So I trust my son has been treating you well Miss..” he trailed off. “Laurence” you replied as level voiced as you could, knowing that was a lie in and of itself. He grabbed your face inspecting to cut on your cheek and slight black eye from where Oliver accidently caught you with the stick earlier, but The Admiral didn’t need to know that of course. “And I trust you’ve been serving my son, catering to his male urges if you will, upon his immediate request?” he questioned with an arched brow. “Yes sir.” You answered quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “what was that?” he said sternly. “Yes sir” you said a bit louder this time. His line of questioning went on for what felt like hours until the question you had been dreading came up. “So are you a loyal whore or will you suck anybody’s cock?” he said abruptly. “I’m loyal. I will only please your son so any freak ass hope you had you can forget.” You spat at his feet with a sudden burst of confidence. “Frankly, men like you deserve to be locked up. Forcing men like your son and Edward into doing you dirty work is disgusting. You’re utter trash.” You said to him with the utmost confidence in yourself. “WHAT, did you just call me?” he bellowed, “Trash. T-R-A-S-H. Trash” you replied, suppressing the grin threatening to break out over your face. “Nobody speaks to me that way. Especially not a whore!” he shouted as he whipped you with his cane. But your scream of pain infuriated him further. The moment felt like it was lasting forever. Every slap and whip hurting your body, more and more. Until eventually, the door flew open and Oliver stormed in. “FATHER WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He bellowed louder than you had ever heard. “I’d think carefully about your next actions and words my boy.” The Admiral warned but what Oliver done next shocked the both of you to your cores. He reeled his arm back as his arm formed a fist and he punched his father round the face, knocking him out could. Oliver lunging forward to catch you as you fell to the floor as his fathers grip on you loosened.

After a moment of sitting there severely upset, you heard a set of boots stop next to you “Miss Bellamy.” You recognised that voice. “E-Edward?” You said looking up. He sighed, sorrow in his eyes. “Miss Bellamy. I… I’m so sorry” he whispered, and he moved to hug you, but you flinched away, he looked at you with understanding and sympathy and the second man helped you to your feet. You made eye contact with him. “Olly” you whispered and managed a small smile. But he couldn’t smile back. He had guilt written in his eyes. “Let’s get you two off of here” he whispered with a strained voice, the two men helping you to the side of the ship, and across the planks aboard Oliver’s ship. “Thank you men. See you soon.” He said as he cast off away from his father’s ship. “Captain Mortemer. I’m sure you understand that you have to be locked away below deck” Oliver said with no emotion. Edward simply nodded and followed the officers down below deck as Oliver turned to you, finally letting the tears flow from his eyes. “What did he do to you my sweet? How badly has he hurt you?” he said panicked as he took in the bruises forming on your skin amongst the cuts and welts from the lashing you had received. But you could speak. You were too traumatised to even form a proper sentence, “Hold Olly” was all you could whimper out before completely breaking down in front of him. His heart breaking as he held you close for a while. “Oliver. Here’s the supplies you asked for and um.. I brought this for my daughter back home but I’m sure she’ll understand why I’m not returning with it.” An officer spoke as he handed over a beautiful turquoise dress with sheer white laced sleeves. Oliver thanked him and carefully began to clean you up. “I always wondered what it was like to be a medic you know. But I never got the chance to assume the position. Though I supposed following int my mother’s footsteps wasn’t in the stars for me for a while…” Oliver mumbled on telling you little stories of his memories from his mother being around with the softest smile on your face, making you feel comfortable. You winced here and there when he found a deep gash and the alcohol stung as it cleaned the wound. “Sorry” he apologised gently. Soon he was done, tying off the end of a stitch and cutting the thread and covering it so it didn’t get caught. He cleaned his hands and passed you the dress, “would you like some help?” he asked, and you nodded. So he helped you into the dress before asking someone to clear away the medical stuff. Together to two of you sat on the deck, as you rested your head on his shoulder, Oliver continuing with his stories and his voice soothing you to sleep in his arms. He hadn’t noticed and was still talking when he heard a little snore arise from his chest, smiling at you softly he took his jacket off, placing it over you like a blanket, making himself comfortable against the side of the deck, he kissed the crown of your head. “I’ve got you Miss Bellamy. You’re safe with me. We can work through our problems together, my sweet. I hope to lose my commitment issues as I learn to love you. I’ll help return the light to your eyes too. I promise. I love you” he whispered as he closed his eyes, resting his cheek on the top of your head as he fell asleep listening to the gentle lull of the waves. “My father won’t hurt us ever again.” He mumbled before falling into a deep slumber for the night.

Over the next 2 weeks, Oliver helped you start to overcome what happened with his father and apologised time and time again for putting you in that position, together you returned Edward safely to the Poseidon’s Revenge crew and bid them farewell before taking to the seas again with Oliver.

In the years following the incident you and Oliver would watch the downfall of Francis Cochrane and his reign of terror over so many, you’d make many a friend at sea and in port towns. Until finally you and Oliver would settle in a cute little English town not far from where he grew up with his mother. One day he came home from work covered in soot wearing the brightest smile as you picked herbs from your front garden. “Hello, my sweet” he greeted you with his hand behind his back. You looked at him curiously. He smiled as he took the bouquet out from behind his back, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you took it. “There’s a note.” He stated, you took it out and read it. Whilst you were distracted Oliver got down on one knee. You looked down at him, tears in your eyes. “Oliver…” you cried happily. “Look, like I said. We aren’t getting and younger. We’re reaching 45 and 43 now. And I want to spend the rest of my life tied to you. I don’t want to be Oliver Cochrane anymore either. Because every day as him is a day tinged with pain. So, Miss Bellamy…. Would I be able to make us Mr & Mrs Bellamy?” he said hopefully. You cried so many happy tears you couldn’t find the breath to answer his question, so you just nodded. He beamed as hie slid the ring onto your finger, picking you up and spinning you around happily. Both of you laughing as you went inside to cook dinner together.

You may both have commitment issues in some way or another due to his father, but you knew each time you locked eyes. As long as you had each other, you’d get through everything just fine by each other’s sides.

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