#“grandpa is hungry again” oh no

[damnnonames]

i prefer playing victim (bc i like to imagine myself as sally hardesty :0) but family is very fun, no one ask how many screenshots i have of this mans... assets

[avocado-writing]

8 anon here! Could I request a short fic where poly Logan and Wade angered gn s/o because they had to fight a supervillain alone as both of them argued with each other so their punishment for both men is to spank them please? They made sure to asked for consent & took good care of them later though!

18+. minors dni.

Wade is naked and laid out across your lap, and Logan’s cock is twitching in interest.

A couple of months ago he’d have written anything like this off as the fantasy of a dirty old man. Never thought he’d be in a relationship again, let alone one with two other partners, especially with one of those partners being Wade fucking Wilson.

Fate is strange. 

“Will you hurry up?” Wade sighs as your hand traces the peach of his ass. You cock an eyebrow.

“You’re meant to be getting punished.”

“It’s not a punishment when it feels so good, baby, you know that. I can get off from anything.”

“Hmm. Maybe I should take off my underwear, shove ‘em in your mouth. Make you shut up for a little bit.”

As demonstration you dip your fingers between his lips, pressing his tongue down flat. Wade moans around them and starts to suck.  

You smile at Logan from across his body. Logan huffs as if he’s irritated, and not incredibly turned on.

Another fight, another instance of getting down and dirty with some fucker who wanted to hurt people. Luckily the three of you are far better at that particular task… usually. Wade had said something stupid which had set off his short fuse and rather than working together to stop the real threat, they’d got distracted with trying to fucking kill each other. 

Leaving you to have to work it alone.

You’d done it, because you’re fantastic, but your face was full of thunder when the three of you had got back to the apartment. Logan pulled a katana out of his kidney. Wade was regrowing the fingers that claws had sliced off. You’d pulled a packet of peas out of the freezer and held them to a bruised eye.

“I’m not fucking happy, boys.”

“Pookie, we’re—” Wade begins, but a raised hand silences him.

“I think you’d better go to the bedroom.”

There was a steeliness in your voice Logan hadn’t heard before, but from the way Wade whipped off his mask, he definitely had.

“Oh shit? Now?”

You’d cocked your head towards the bedroom and he’d been off like a shot, leaving his suit strewn across the apartment floor. You’d turned to Logan.

“C’mon. You’re in trouble, too.”

He’d been interested enough to follow.

Your hand traces over the Wade’s ass as Logan watches from the chair in the corner of the bedroom - “sit in the cuck chair, old man, and enjoy the show!” “Wade, don’t call it the ‘cuck chair’, my grandpa bought us that.” “Your grandpa is a freak babe, dunno what to tell you.” - before striking down so hard that the slap echoes. Wade moans around the fingers still stuffed in his mouth. You do it again with more power, and Logan watches the way he humps into your leg in response. You smile. You’re striking with such force that it would probably be way too much for a normal man… but Wade isn’t normal. He likes the pain and he can take it.

And take it he does. 

Your hand comes down over and over again, making the man in your lap devolve into more and more of a mess. Garbled groans turn into little mewls of pleasure that you tear from his throat, his cock making a mess onto the bedding beneath you, and Logan stares transfixed. He’s hard in his jeans. He can’t tear his eyes away. He feels like he’s watching something he shouldn’t be even when it’s blatantly on display, and it’s never made him feel so hungry in his life. When you watch him reach to adjust his aching cock, you point an accusatory finger his way.

“Hands where I can see ‘em, Howlett. This is a punishment.”

He obeys. He doesn’t have to, but there’s something in your voice which doesn’t bear arguing with. Arousal runs through his blood hot and heavy. You turn your attention back to Wade who is desperate for it, and after a couple more strikes he cums all over your leg. You’ve not even touched his cock.

“Good boy,” you whisper, moving him so you’re able to kiss him soft and slow, hand which was so vicious now gently stroking the area you’ve left bright red.

“Holy… holy shit…” Wade breathes, blissed out and miles away.

“I’ll grab you some water, honey. You did so well, huh? You can be so well-behaved when you want to be, hmm?” 

You fix Logan with a smile.

“Then afterwards, it’s your turn.”

Logan’s cock throbs at the promise.

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[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

chap 1, chap 2, chap 3, chap 4, chap 5, chap 6

PART 5 THE TWINS PLAN

"Matheo, if your dad is my dad, then my mom is your mom and we have same birthday…"

Matheo’s eyes widened. "No. Don’t...don’t say it!"

"We’re twins!" Mattia shouted, his voice breaking with disbelief.

The boys hugged so tightly it was like they’d missed years together.

In the distance, the dining bell rang, but neither cared.

Matheo stared at Mattia, trying to hold back tears. "I’m not hungry anymore…"

Mattia almost laughed. How could Matheo even think about food right now? It reminded him of their mom.

"Wait..." Mattia pulled back, grinning. "Is it Matheo Sainz? Or Matheo Y/LN?"

Matheo laughed through tears. "I don’t even know anymore!"

They both burst into laughter, wiping their faces as the reality of being brothers sank in.

*****

That night, their bunk beds were pushed together, and they stayed up talking.

"What’s Mom like?" Matheo whispered, clutching the edge of his blanket.

Mattia thought for a moment, glancing at the photo on his nightstand. "She’s… everything. Strong, kind, smart. Oh, and when she’s determined? Nothing can stop her."

Matheo’s face softened. "I can’t wait to meet her."

"Yeah, well, she’s gonna love you."

A pause.

"Mattia, do you think she ever… thought about getting married?"

Mattia squinted, offended. "No way! She says her whole heart belongs to me."

Matheo snickered. "You’re so spoiled."

Mattia shoved him. "Shut up!"

"Okay, but seriously, why’d they split up?" Matheo asked, thoughtful.

Mattia shrugged. "No idea. Probably something dramatic."

Matheo sat up suddenly, eyes lighting up. "I have an idea. A brilliant beyond brilliant idea. Don't freak out, okay?" Matheo's grin widened. "You want to know what Dad is like, right? And I'm dying to know Mom. So here's the plan: when camp is over, we switch places.

Mattia blinked, startled. “Switch places?”

“Exactly!” Matheo exclaimed. “I’ll go back to London as you, and you go back to Madrid as me.”

“What? Matheo, we’re completely different!” Mattia protested, shaking his head. “This is impossible!”

“We’re twins, aren’t we? I’ll teach you how to be me, and you’ll teach me how to be you,” Matheo said confidently. “It’s foolproof! Look, I can already do you.” He straightened his posture, tilting his head slightly as he mimicked Mattia’s calm demeanor.

Mattia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You want to know the difference between us? I have class, and you don’t.”

Mattia laughed, brushing off the jab. “Come on, Mattia, think about it. I get to meet Mom, and you get to meet Dad. And let’s face it, sooner or later, they’ll figure out we’ve switched. And when they do, they’ll have to meet again. Face-to-face. After all these years.”

A moment of silence stretched between them as Mattia considered the idea. The corners of his lips twitched upward. “You’re insane, you know that?”

Matheo grinned triumphantly. “Insanely brilliant.”

*****

The next morning, the plan was already in motion. Mattia pulled out family photos and started quizzing Matheo.

"That's Grandpa" Mattia explained, pointing at a smiling man with platinum hair.

"He is amazing! I can't wait to meet him," Matheo gushed.

"and this is Martin, our butler"

"You’d better remember his name, or you’ll blow everything."

Matheo nodded, determined, while Mattia went over everything from family traditions.

"Right. Now its my turn. OK living room first. Then over here is dining room."

"But we never eat there in there except for thankagiving, christmas, and of course December 15th"

Meanwhile, their camp friends watched from afar, whispering.

"Why are they… acting weird?" Dean muttered.

"They’re up to something," Nate added, sipping his soda.

*****

Matheo paced nervously, glancing at the scissors in his hand and then at Mattia, who sat on the stool with his longand light hair. "Okay, don't close your eyes!" Mattia blurted, fidgeting. "Oh, sorry! I just got a little nervous," Matheo replied, biting his lip.

"You're nervous? an nine year old is cutting my hair. Hey, isn't it just like me? Well, I'm supposed to, aren't I? Go on, just do it. Don't panic." Matheo huffed, shaking his head.

Mattia smirked. "Come on, isn't it just like me to do something like this? And aren’t you supposed to, you know, make me look like you? Just do it. You’ll be fine!"

Matheo sighed dramatically. "This is so scary. But okay. Looking good, looking great…

Oh my God, Mattia!"

"What?!" Mattia’s eyes widened, and he instinctively touched his hair.

"You hair is lightest than me!" Matheo exclaimed.

Mattia rolled his eyes. "No, no, no, and no. Not happening. Don’t even think about it. I refuse."

"Then cutting your hair is pointless! You can't go to camp with brunnete hair and come home without them—it’ll be obvious!" Matheo argued, waving the scissors for emphasis.

Mattia groaned but nodded reluctantly. "Fine, but you better know what you're doing. Do we need some prep or something before dyed my hair?"

"Relax," Matheo said with a grin. "I’ve done this with all my friends—well, in my head—but it’s easy. Just trust me. Close your eyes, and it’ll be over before you know it."

"Relax, Mattia. This isn’t a big deal. On the count of three, let’s dye this lighter mess to match my gorgeous brown hair. You’re welcome."

Mattia nodded.

"One... Two… Three!" Matheo made the swift motion, and Mattia yelped.

"See? Not bad!" Matheo said proudly, holding up the mirror.

Mattia gasped. "Oh my gosh! I look… just like you!"

"Exactly!" Matheo said smugly, brushing the remaining hair off Mattia’s shoulders.

[alexa-fika]

Kitchen Menace (Thatch x gn!child!reader x Marco)

A/N: If you guys wish to see a specific scenario to read then do send an ask to let me know, or you know… you can just stop and say hi 😉

Dividers by @saradika

Marco sat at his desk as he meticulously went through the crew’s current analysis and checkups and made annotations on results he observed that struck him as peculiar and should follow up with his brothers. His concentration was broken as his door was suddenly slammed open. He quickly swirled his chair around to scold the intruder when he, the youngest crew member, ran in.

“Brother Marco! Help me, Brother Thatch is trying to get me!” The young child screamed, darting towards the doctor

Marco shakes his head and sighs, a chuckle escaping him.

“What did you do this time -yoi?”

“W-Why do you assume I did something! Someone could have done something to me!”

“Well, you have a tendency to cause trouble.” He casually responded, his attention now back on his papers

“Not true!” they huff a notable pout on their face.

Marco turns his sight from the papers at hand to Reader and frowns amusedly.

“And what about those broken plates I saw?”

“We went through pretty bad weather yesterday, big waves,” they reply with a nervous smile.

Marco stared at them for a few seconds before slowly returning to his papers.

“I don’t know which one is funnier, you trying to gaslight me or you lying to me,” He said in a calm tone of voice.

“Im not!”

“Sure, how about you tell me what happened, and I’ll consider helping you-yoi,” He said as he put his papers down and rested his head on his crossed arms.

“Now, what did you do this time that you are hiding-yoi?”

“Im innocent!”

“You’re on your own then if you din’ do anything, I’m sure you won’t need my help-yoi.”

“Okay! Okay! I may have sneaked into his kitchen.”

“Did you steal anything?” He said as he leaned to the side to rest his chin on one of his hands. His eyes were glaring at them, just waiting for them to answer.

“Sure did, got their hands on the pastries I was doing!” A voice says behind her

Reader squeals as they try to run away but are stopped as Thatch quickly picks them up.

“Where do you think you’re going, you little rascal? It’s time for some. payback,” he exclaims with a sly grin as he tickles them.

“No!”

Hahaha! You’re mine now!

“Brother Marco, help me!” they scream between their joyous screams and laughs that echo around the clinic.

Marco looks at them with a slight grin.

“What exactly do you want me to do, hm?”

“Save me!”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“You’re on your own.” He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.

“Enjoy Your forthcoming”

“Haha! No one can save you now! I’mma tickle you till you pop!”

“Im going to tell Grandpa on you!” they scream, trying to wriggle away from him.

“You sure do run that mouth a lot,” he says, stopping his attack and narrowing his eyes.

“And I used it to eat all the yummy pastries, brother Thatch!” they tease.

“Oh, you wanna say that again? You wanna say that again?”

“They were so good, and brother won’t be able to taste them ’cause they’re all gone!”

“I have an idea of how to deal with you.”

They let out a small shriek as he suddenly throws them in the air, and they begin hysterically laughing as he continues to repeat the action.

“You are such a little menace.”

“But you love me!” they say, giving him a toothy grin.

I do love you, but you’re still a menace.

“Well, Brother Thatch and the others raised me, so…I had to learn it from somebody.”

Marco rolls his eyes.

“They’re not wrong,” he mutters under his breath as he sips his coffee.

They laugh as they hear Marco’s comment, hugging Thatch’s neck tight.

“Am sorry for eating the pastries; I was just hungry.”

“Awww. Apology accepted. How about you help me make some more? You can even be my taster.”

First reader oneshot! Hopefully, there's more to come. I'm willing to try my hands at not only child! reading but romantic scenarios too, so let me hear your suggestions!

[theocddiaries]

Jonathan: There's nothing wrong with my hearing. Tim: Um, I have a hearing test app on my phone. Martha: Let's do it! Tim: Okay. Everybody under the age of 60 should be able to hear this. [High-pitched beep] Everyone: Yeah, definitely. Jonathan: What? You're lying. You didn't hear anything. Martha: We did. See? You're deaf. Tim: Okay, 70. [Higher-pitched beep] Everyone: Yep. Heard it. Jonathan: Come on! Did she put you up to this? Tim: Here, Grandpa, I'll play you something even louder. [Nothing] Jonathan: Okay. I heard that one. Tim: I didn't press anything. Jason: Oh, look who's a cheater. Jonathan: You know, I don't need any of this. Lois: Oh, come on, Jonathan. Aren't you being a little oversensitive? Clark: Oh, well, we can consult dear Lana over there. She's the self-appointed sensitivity expert. Bruce [sighs] Lana: Oh, let it go. Clark: I will not let it go. In fact, I would like everyone to be honest with me, please, right now. No sugarcoating. Lana here seems to think you all have to walk on eggshells around me. Do you all think I'm so fragile you can't tell me things for fear of how I will react? Lois: Well-- Bruce: Lois, don't. Zip. Bup, bup, bup. Clark: No. Let her talk, please. Lois, you have the floor. Lois: W-Well, you aren't not fragile. Clark: …Okay. Well, why don't you give me an example of something you haven't told me because you were worried I couldn't handle it? Go on. Lois: …All right. Last week when we were supposed to have lunch and you canceled-- Mm-hmm. Beyoncé was at the restaurant. Bruce and Lana: Ah, damn. Clark: …Okay. Uh, the singer or Jim's dog? Lois: The singer. And when I was leaving, I-I stopped and I said hello to her and we chatted for, like, 10 minutes. Clark [Nods]: Okay, that's great. I'm glad you had that experience. I mean, I don't know what you talked to her about, seeing that you don't know any of her songs other than "Single Ladies," which everyone knows. Jonathan: Love that song. Martha: I'm surprised you can hear it. Bruce: Well, this was fun. Who's hungry? Hey, where's that boar? Clark: Okay, anyone else? Damian: Well, since we're coming clean… Bruce: Damian. Damian: …you overuse the word "divine." It's just an ice cream sandwich, Kent. You're the boy who cried "divine." Clark: Okay. Was not aware of that. Duly noted. Jason: Hey, I got one! Remember that blue rotary phone you gave me for Christmas? Clark: Yes. Jason: I tossed it. Clark: Okay. May… May I ask the reason? Jason: It made me feel like Ann-Margret in Bye Bye Birdie. Clark: Okay, anyone else? Dick: I don't really like the shirts with the crazy cuffs. Clark: I'm sorry. I'll take note of the fashion expert who went out to fight crime dressed as Disco Stu. Bruce and Lana: And here we go! Clark: No, no. Here we don't go. This is fine. I'm fine, okay? Everyone: … Conner: When I was little, I used to pretend to be asleep, so you'd go. Clark [Stiffles a sob in a high-pitched tone] Jonathan: That I heard. Clark: Well, I heard you all loud and clear. I have to use the restroom. Bruce: Clark, you're sensitive. Big deal. It's one of your best qualities. Clark: Thank you, Bruce, and I'm sorry your Beyoncé-loving new friend ignored you blatantly and blackmailed Falcone behind your back. Bruce: You what? Lois: … Oh, come on, I was there like… thirty minutes top! [Clark breaks the doorknob. He looks over his shoulder, seeing all attention on him again] Clark [Hesitant, to Lana]: See? Farm strong.

[hybridhideoutstory]

CHAPTER 2

Payton could feel themself shifting in their bed, stirring and tossing around. “Woah” they thought in their groggy state. “That was one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had in my life.” They heard knocking on their bedroom door. 

“Oh my gosh.” Payton thought “it’s Sunday. I gotta get ready to see my grandparents. They got up and rushed to the door. “I can’t wait to see grandma and grandpa, wonder what sweets and treasures they have for me this week.” They opened the door and low and behold,

It was Omf, they Young Adult novel hybrid 

“Good morning Pay Pay! :] ready for the-“

They slammed the door in his face.

They rushed to their bed and grabbed the orange stained pillow from last night’s sobbing session, then promptly screamed bloody murder into it. Of course! This stupid dream was real it was all real! There’s no escape from Lizard boy and his crazy Hybrid shenanigans. They walked back to the door and opened it again to see that Omf was still standing in the doorway as cheery as the when the door was served to him.

He cleared his throat, “Good morning Pay Pay! :] ready for the tour?”

“I’m ready to kill myself right about now…” 

“NOOO!!! :[! No no no! Look I know this is hard for you but the hideout is gonna be great alright??? You’re gonna be okay a promise!” He peered into Payton’s room and saw a gift basket sitting on their nightstand. He walked in and held it up

“Look! You got some goodies! Isn’t that fun? ,:]”

“I did not say you could enter my room.”

He sat on the ledge of the bed and invited Payton the sit with him. “It’s just a smart idea to have someone who knows things help you go through this, there could be important stuff I here!” He started shuffling through the basket wondering what Payton was given. 

 Payton protested. “Hey that’s my new stuff!” 

“I’m just checking if something is in here. Aha! Yes I found it!” He held out a pamphlet that looked like an advert for a children’s story time at the local library. It was all cutesy with bright colors and “How to Care for Me! A Hybrids’s care book!” Written in rainbow comic sans. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

Payton reluctantly flipped through the pages, which had random care facts that seemed to be answered by someone writing in a pink glitter pen. For example, the pamphlet would ask, “And to eat my hybrid needs…” and Pink Pen would reply with, “No food, No water, Nothing except for paint, if the hybrid loses too much paint the poor thing dies. Just make sure it eats Acrylic and drinks some watercolor so it can be healthy.” 

“Jesus Christ…”

“Hey >:[!”

Payton flipped through even more, each page felt more dehumanizing Than the next, Payton wasn’t vibing with the way Pink Pen referred to them as an “it”.

“For fun my hybrid can do…” “NO WATER!!!! Water will KILL it when the water distills in the paint. Absolutely NO water unless it’s mixed in with watercolor paint. No swimming!!!” 

Payton was on the verge of orange tears again, no swimming, no normal showers, they couldn’t even eat their favorite foods anymore! Omf was constantly over their shoulder trying to absorb the information from the pamphlet. 

“Hey!” He rummaged through Payton’s gifts again. “Whoever sent you all this gave you some paints! If your hungry that is.” 

“You know what?” Payton said trembling. “Fine! You know my life basically screwed now anyway!” Orange started to bead from their eyes. “Might as well drink this, whatever the hell harvest red color is! That’s just what freaks like me need to stay alive haha…!” They uncapped the paint and brought it up to their mouth and started eating. 

Surprisingly, the paint didn’t taste like anything chemical or the sorts. It tasted like crisp apples and cherries, it was delicious. 

“Holy… what the…”

“What’s wrong?” Omf asked

“Nothing it just- tastes good?” 

“Ooo lemme try! :]” Omf Without thinking took Payton precious food and took a swig. He quickly spit is out just as fast as he chugged it. 

“It just tastes like paint!” He cried as he coughed as spat the paint all over Payton’s bed. 

“Ew stop that! Not on my bed! Stop gaging all over my goddamn bed!” 

“I’m sorry :[“ He said. “I’ll just be outside. When your ready for the tour just come outside. He then left Payton alone in their room. 

Payton was left to contemplate more things in their room. Now they wish that had swam in their local pool more often, because they couldn’t do that anymore. Also, why did that paint taste like a delicious combination of fresh red fruit? Does all paint taste like that? Or does the flavor change with each color? They didn’t want to think about any of this at the moment, it was hurting their head. They figured it was best to distract themself from their misfortune.

Payton opened the door. “Okay Lizard boy” they said as if the first Thirty minutes of the day had exhausted them. “What are you going to show me first?” 

Omf perked up, wagging his tail. “O O I CAN SHOW YOU THE ARCADE :]>!!!” He grabbed Payton by the blue hand and sprinted with them to the elevator. “WOAH!” Payton shouted. “SLOW DOWN!” 

Omf practically slammed the poor kid into the elevator wall and clicked one of the big red buttons. The label next to this one saying “arcade”. The two descended, or ascended? Payton couldn’t tell. 

The door dinged at they were in a maze of mechanical marvels. Tons of games and machines of the sort lit up the room. Payton felt they they were in the Dave n Busters headquarters. “Pretty OMFTASTIC huh?” Said omftastic Omf. The two wandered along in the neon paradise for a bit. Payton noticed other kids playing around in the arcade. 

“Who are these kids?” Asked Payton. 

“They’re other hybrids of course silly! Not all hybrids look as hybrid as you y’know. Though most of these guys must be video game hybrids, there’s been a spike of those lately from what I’ve heard.” 

“Woah.” Payton paused. “There can be more than one hybrid of something?” 

“Yeah pretty much.” Omf said. “Human teens are more susceptible to certain demigod possessions. Also kinda depends on the demigod too y’know. Like for example, I don’t think the one that got you is very fond of hybrids. That explains why your the only one of your kind.”

“Wow. I feel so special.” Payton said sarcastically. 

“Hey don’t be like that…we still don’t know what your fully capable of.” 

Payton scoffed. “What could paint to anyway? Make whatever I paint come to life?”

“Hmmm” Omf scratched his beard, or what can barely be considered a beard. “That sounds possible, but not really effective in combat.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

Suddenly a kid popped up from behind Payton and tried to whack the living color out of them with a cheap plastic sword that was so amazing that the green light started to die. 

“Hey!” Omf shouted. “What is wrong with you? >:[!”

“Level up!” Said the kid before he ran off he spoke like he was trapped in a PlayStation 1, but other than that he damn near looked exactly human. 

Payton got up grasping their head. “God… what, what was that.”

“You just got hit in the head by one of the kids.”

“Oh so he thinks he’s hot stuff?” Payton claimed in a daze. “Well what’s his stick gonna do against a gun? God I wish I had a gun.” 

“Okay… maybe we should move on to the next part of the tour…” Omf picked Payton up by the shoulders and took them to the elevator. 

The elevator dinged. “This is our next stop!” Omf said cheerily. “It’s my favorite:]!” Payton observed that they were in a training Dojo. There were dummies and weapons all over the place. Omf picked up a sword from one of the racks. He sighed dreamily as he looked around and sniffed the air with his lizard nose as if he was on a hiking trip to the great glorious outdoors. “Awesome ain’t it?”

“No” Payton responded flatly.

“>:0! Uh well your gonna be spending a lot of time here Pay Pay, after all, Luna said your gonna be on patrol! Which means you have to train with me! And I’m gonna be the best trainer you’ve ever seen got it?”

“ ‘Kay” 

“I- uh oh…” Omf sounded defeated but he didn’t push Payton any further. “Let’s… let’s go somewhere else now.” 

When Payton and Omf got off the elevator again, they were In a massive movie theatre. “This is the hideout movie theatre!” Omf exclaimed. “Since hybrids can’t really go out and see the latest stuff, we ask the demigod of cinema to supply us with all the all the latest films. Plus you can basically ask for any movie one night and they’ll play it for you in the theatre. It’s awesome, and all the snacks… are free…. >:].” 

Payton was amazed. Now THIS was something they could vibe with. Imagine all the sick film dates they could take Lynn on. Or all the dumb comedies they could watch with their friends. Just how many memories they could make with their friends. Oh right, they could never talk to them again. 

“Uh… this is neat I guess. I’ve been meaning to see that new My girlfriend is a goth Vampire movie… I was�� gonna watch it with my girlfriend.” 

“Oh… :D.” Omf suddenly realized the pain in Payton’s voice. “I’m- so sorry.”

“It’s alright I guess, I suppose you miss your friends and family right?” 

“Well- erm, uh…” 

Suddenly a bell rung through the through the entire building. A voice on PA system rung out. “Good evening residents of the Hypnos Hideout, United States. As of this moment the cafeteria will be serving lunches. Have a good afternoon.” 

“Welp!” Omf said, losing his previous train of thought. “It’s lunch time! Uh- don’t worry I’m sure they’ve made accommodations to the menu for you Pay Pay! Come on let’s go! :D” 

When the go to the cafeteria floor, it looked like one of those food courts you’d find in a mall. The room was decked out with star shaped lights, moons and dreamy clouds. It looked more like nap time than lunch time. Teenagers and adults gathered in tables. Some of them looked like normal humans. Except maybe their eyes were an odd color. Some of them had horns, some had tails, some had big feathery wings, some looked like cyborgs. They all varied table by table. It was odd seeing all these people, Payton could feel some glares of the other kids. They passed by a group of what mainly consisted of girls, “O M G, who’s the freak with Mr protagonist over there?” The whole table had kids with small pink horns, some of them had pretty pink wings. 

“Don’t listen to them Pay Pay,” Omf said quietly. Those are the drama hybrids, they’ll try to get under your skin. Just try to ignore them. Let’s get you some food. It should be at the accommodations booth.” 

They walked up to the booth together. Omf stepped up “Hey um, we were wondering if you had any Paint, for Payton Varro?” The dude behind the counter sighed and reluctantly gave a palette of the six basic colors, and a cup of green watercolor paint. He looked as if the same breed of magic night creature as Luna. Omf got a strawberry treat from another stand. 

Payton took some scoops of paint from the pallet with a spoon. None of these were as flavorful as the harvest red they tried that morning and the watercolor paint just tasted like water, but it was doable. The pair wondered the room looking for a place to sit until Payton spotted a round table in a corner. 

“Bingo!” they said “let’s sit here to avoid those stupid drama girls, don’t worry this works at school all the time lizard boy, just sit in the corner to get away from whatever bull is going on.” 

“Uh… Payton.” Omf said wearily. “I don’t think you should be sitting there…” 

“Why not?” They retorted. “No one’s sitting here!” 

“Yeah well… she usually sits there. I don’t think that’s a good seat, let’s go somewhere else :[.” 

“And be bullied by some pink weirdoes? I’ll pass.”

Suddenly Omf stiffened up. “Payton… Payton she’s right behind you. Get out of there now.” 

“Oh what? Is some big ugly monster behind me? Yeah rig-.”

BAM

Someone had hit the table square in the center. The table was completely destroyed and Payton’s food had gotten everywhere. They stumbled and landed on the floor by Omf’s feet. 

“WHO YOU CALLEN MONSTER, COLOR GIRL?” Bellowed one of the largest hybrids in the hideout. She stood about six and a half feet tall, she was a large girl, but she was only 15. She had two horns on her head, but one was bent and contorted. She had a large maroon tail, but some of it was wrapped in bandages. She wore a purple leather jacket with spikes on her shoulders, the shirt under it was black with a skull on it. She wore chains around her wrist and neck. Like she was a rabid dog who had to be contained. Her hair was the color of a burning fire. The look In her eyes said, “I’m gonna kill somebody today.” 

“HEY >:[!” Omf protested. “Payton is NOT a girl,  and they didn’t know you said there Pattie! They’re new! Cut the poor pal some slack!” 

Pattie picked payton up by their head as if they were a rag doll. “Look, Dragon guy, I see a punk in my seat, they get kicked out.” She tossed Payton across the cafeteria with full force. All the hybrids saw them flying though the air. Payton hit the wall at full force, and fell to the ground. 

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Omf cried out. 

“Nothin, kid just looked really throwable.” 

Payton groaned on the floor, they had no idea on how none of their bones were broken. They looked over at where Pattie and Omf were standing. They used all the force in their body to stand up. 

“Ooo!” Said one of the drama hybrids from the corner of the room. “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” 

Suddenly all the hybrids were calling for a fight. Chanting the word over and over, which gave Pattie an unnecessary strike of confidence. 

“Well!” She turned to Omf Smugly. “I guess everyone here wants to see a fight, hm?” She cracked her knuckles. “I guess I gotta give them the beat down of a lifetime.”

The moment Payton heard that they knew they had to be screwed. I mean, this girl stood over a foot taller than them at it looked like she ate weights for breakfast. Plus, they had no clue on how to fight. Maybe they should’ve trained with Omf for a bit. All they knew was that they did not want to get hit by this girl. 

She charged toward Payton like an angry bull. Omf was petrified. All of the other hybrids stood on in curiosity and awe. As Payton watched her get closer, they saw the fist about to land on them. They flinched, closed their eyes, and prepared for the worst. 

BONK!

“WHAT?” Shouted Pattie.

BONK!

BANG!

“WHAT IS THIS?” 

Payton was just as confused as Pattie. They slowly opened their eyes. None of Pattie’s punches had actually landed, but why? Payton looked down at their hands. They had fused together, forming a teal color. They weren’t shaped like hands anymore, instead their hands had formed a giant shield. 

BANG!

BONK!

“HEY LOSER! STOP HIDING BEHIND THAT SHIELD AND FIGHT ME!” 

BANG!

“:0” said Omf. “PAYTON!!! :D! LOOK AT WHAT YOUR DOING!!! THAT’S INCREDIBLE!” He shouted, he really wanted Payton to know he had their back.

Suddenly an idea crossed their mind, they morphed the shield into two big teal boxing gloves on their hands. While Pattie was in shock from the sudden change, they wound up and hit her square in the gut. She crouched over in pain. 

“YES!” Payton shouted. They looked at Omf with a proud smile on their face. “Hah! I did it!” 

Omf didn’t look as convinced. 

WHACK!

Just like that, Payton was out cold

When Payton opened their eyes, they were in the infirmary again, this time Pattie was laying on the bed next to them. At their feet stood a doctor, poor Omf, and a VERY angry Luna. 

“So.” She said in a very disapproving tone. “I hope you two are proud of the commotion you caused today. Because we need to replace a wall.” 

Then flew the accusations of “she/they started it!” But Luna wasn’t hearing any of that. “The two of you,” she said sternly. A day of washing dishes together, and I’m only being generous because Payton is new. Omf, watch over them for me.” 

“Yes ma’am…” Omf said wearily. 

Luna walked out of the room. 

The doctor kid spoke up, he was another one of the purple folk who helped around the hideout, he looked more like a lamb with his hair looking like a lavender puffball on his head, “uhh, the good news is that none of you got any major injuries. You two will be fine in like an hour” 

“Thanks Puff.” Omf sounded defeated.

“Hey no problem and,” he placed his and on Omf’s shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened. It was out of your control.” 

Omf sighed. “Okay :[…” 

Payton shifted in the bed. Today was a mess, and it was all their fault. They wanted more than anything to just go home and get out of this crazy nightmare, to be a normal human again. They were getting sick of the nonsense. 

“Hey,” 

Payton turned to see the voice came from Pattie. “What…?” 

“Your kinda alright kid, I’m sorry for tossin’ you like that.” 

“I’m sorry for hitting you like that…” 

“Eh, it happens. Sometime you just gotta hit somebody y’know.” 

“Eh…”

Omf interjected “Well I think we shouldn’t of fought each other >:[! That wasn’t very nice of either of you!”

“We’re sorry” the both of them said. 

“Well you should be! Now you two get some rest, you have dishes to get to tomorrow.”

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[luna-the-cretar]

So I’ve had this idea plaguing my brain for a while now, and if I have to listen to this fic idea, then so do you.

So I bet about a year or so after everything happens, and the Krew get Carnivale Lecroux back up and running, Gricko finds another owlbear, about the same age as Hootsie. He (the owlbear—for the sake of things, let’s call him Owlly) is scared, probably injured, and Gricko takes him in. It takes a while, but with the help of Hootsie, Owlly eventually becomes comfortable around Gricko, and later with the rest of the Krew (kinda like the scene with Juniper the owlbear)

A few months after finding Owlly, Gricko realizes that he and Hootsie have gotten close. Really close. At first Gricko thought they were forming a sibling-like bond, but then he saw certain signs from Hootsie indicating that it wasn’t necessarily the case. After all, Hootsie is a growing girl, and even if Gricko didn’t want to openly acknowledge it, deep down he knew she was about the age for most owlbears to start having cubs (actually I think Hootsie is older than that, but shhhhh)

So at first, Gricko goes into Overprotective Dad Mode. He bans Hootsie from the Petting Zoo/Menagerie (where Owlly resides), and disallows Owlly to roam the grounds during closing. Quickly though, he realizes this is just hurting both owlbears, and before the week is out, he lets Hootsie and Owlly interact again.

It’s not long after that—I’d say about a month or so—before Gricko finds a nest with an egg in his and Hootsie’s trailer, and he knows enough about beasts to know exactly who that nest belonged to, and who laid that egg.

For the next two weeks, nobody saw Gricko. They definitely heard him, though. If you neared his trailer, you would just hear his sobs and wails, occasionally yelling things like “BUT SHES SO YOUNG!!!” “IM GONNA BE A GRANDPA!!!” And such. He was sad, yes, but was more overjoyed at the idea of becoming a grandpa. The following week, he lets Frost into his trailer, showing off the egg, blabbering all the while.

Eventually the entire Krew gets to meet the egg. Kremy outwardly complains (“that’s just one more mouth to feed, Gricko!” “It’s not like I laid the egg, Kremy.”), but there’s no real venom behind it—he’s just as excited as everyone else about the addition to their family. Frost is fairly quiet at first, but then later tells Gricko how proud he is—both of Hootsie, and of how Gricko is handling the news. Torbek is so so so excited to see a newborn owlbear cub for the first time, and swears to love it and to be as gentle as he could be. Gideon shares a similar sentiment, being excited about having another niece/nephew, asking if Hootsie needed help keeping the egg warm, promising to be gentle, etc. Honestly, he seems to be more excited about the baby than Gricko does.

Anyway, the egg hatches, and the Carnivale is all abuzz. It happened right around lunchtime, and the moment it hatched, Kremy closed the Carnivale. “We’re having an emergency in the back,” he says “can’t be open for a few days.” The Krew all surround the baby owlbear, taking turns holding it. The newborn likes Gideon the most at first, because of his natural warmth, and Gideon starts sobbing, he’s so happy.

As the baby gets older, the Krew truly start spoiling it. Kremy gives it an extra helping of food (“he’s a growing boy! He needs it!”), Gideon and Torbek give it rides and play with it as gently as they could, and Frost periodically teaches subjects that an owlbear shouldn’t care about (“I know she can’t write, but it’s important for her to learn all the same”)

Nobody knows the gender of the baby, and because of this, it doesn’t really have a set name. Instead, everyone has been giving it their own nickname. Frost has been calling it The Child (“The Child is hungry” “have you seen The Child?”); Kremy and Gideon have been referring to it as the Littl’un (“the Littl’un bit me!” “Oh, the Littl’un just wants to play!” “Boy, I think the Littl’un’s stomach is about as bottomless as Gid’s.”); Torbek has just been calling it The Baby (“The Baby hooted at Torbek!” “Oh, The Baby peed on Torbek…”); and Gricko has been cycling through all three nicknames.

This ends up being the only child Hootsie has, which Gricko finds odd considering that she should be having many eggs every few years, since she now has a mate, but he doesn’t question it. It ends up being a blessing in disguise, all things considered. Any more, and they’d have fo start giving the babies away, and Gricko would rather die than have that happen.

[penfz]

The Beginning

SukunaXFemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Reader is in search for a babysitter for her daughter, Yuuji is in search of a part time job, and Sukuna is receiving an uncalled for nickname.

A/N: I apologize that there’s no clear timeline or order in the story, but I think I like it this way.

Also... apologies for any errors. I didn't proofread.

Sukuna X FemReader Master List

“Arghhh!”

This was probably the 5th baby sitter applicant Y/N had gone through. It was ok that you’re picky right? This is a stranger you would be entrusting your daughter too, and a stranger in your home.

Money technically wasn’t the problem, it was the lack of experience the applicants have. While yes, you would prefer a younger applicant, someone your daughter could get along with better, it was probably a better idea to hire someone older with more experience.

But then an applicant’s name caught your eye.

Yuuji Itadori had an honest application email, a highschool student looking for a part time job with minimum pay. He has no experience in looking after children, but he is good with kids. And, he’s your neighbour… technically his house was right behind yours.

Yeah, why not.

Within, the next hour, there was a knock on your door, and a young male with fluffy pink hair and a huge smile on his face, stood before you.

“Hi, I’m Yuuji Itadori.” He said as he reached his hand out for a handshake.

You smiled at his kind gesture, and shook his hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. Please come in.” “You’re new to the neighborhood right?” Yuuji continued his friendly conversation, following you inside. “Yeah, almost 8 months ago.” You explained. “I never got to meet everyone in the neighborhood yet unfortunately, things have been busy since.” “That’s ok, my grandpa said he introduced himself to you before.” Yuuji grinned. “Oh! Yes, Mr. Wasuke Itadori! Such a kind man, how is he?” “Oh, he passed away a few months ago.” And then Yuuji’s smile faltered for a moment. “But he wouldn’t us to be sad.”

You paused for a moment, Yuuji’s words making you grieve for the kind older man. But Yuuji’s smile and reassurance, only made you smile back in return.

“Oh, your grandpa mentioned that you have an older brother. Is it just the 2 of you now?” You asked. “Yeah, he’s probably out right now at the gym. He’ll be home later. Did you want to meet him?” Yuuji asked curiously. “One day.” You laughed a bit. “Your grandpa mentioned he’s mean looking.” You joked. “Oh yeah he kind of is.” Yuuji thought about it, his playfulness in his tone still there. “I would say run if you ever see a mean looking guy in the neighborhood.” “This is good advice.” You laughed.

Yuuji’s interview started as a friendly conversation, to the introduction to your daughter, to your daughter asking him to stay for dinner, and then to the end of your search for a babysitter.

“So, are you still up to babysit Aika?” You asked as you and Aika dropped Yuuji off at his house. “Wait, really?!” Yuuji asked excitedly. “Yeah.” You smiled back. “You guys seem to get along really well, and you seem more then capable enough of taking care of her. Send me your schedule and we can start planning a working schedule.” “Alright!” Yuuji cheered out loud. “You hear that Aika, we can chill again soon! We can go to an arcade!” “And get icecream!” Aika cheered back. “And watch movies!” “And get popcorn!” “And play video games!” “And eat pizza!”

You smiled at the interaction between your daughter and Yuuji, but then began to wonder if she was hungry with the way she was listing food. And you just fed her too.

~

Yuuji entered the house as you and Aika started heading home.

“You’re home late, brat. Why didn’t you tell me what time you’re coming home?” “Oh, Suku-nii!” Yuuji smiled at his older brother. “Sorry, I had an interview for a baby sitting job and I got distracted.” “Baby sitting job?” Sukuna questioned, Yuuji doesn’t even have an experience baby sitting since he’s the youngest in the house. “How did that go?” “Great! I got the job!” Yuuji continued with his large grin.

Well Sukuna didn’t expect that bit of news.

“Oh? Congratulations kid.” Sukuna gave a small smile back, he was proud. “Who you babysitting?” “Her names Aika, she’s the neighbour behind us.” Yuuji explained as he pulled out his phone. “I just need to send her mom my school schedule, she doesn’t want baby sitting to interfere with school or homework.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow at that fact. He was thankful for that information, for he wanted Yuuji to concentrate on school and homework as well.

“Ok, well send me your work schedule when you get it so I know where you are. And give me your employers number, in case I can’t reach you.” Sukuna instructed as he started heading upstairs. “Okay!” Yuuji answered.

~

And this was the last thing Sukuna expected. Coming home from… a date? A fling? He wasn’t sure what to call it. He only stopped by a high end bar to grab a quick drink, after his new boss had went in on him about missed deadlines. It was there, that a young woman was flirting with him, which made his evening a little better. But, he didn’t expect to be coming home to two brats.

“Yuuji.” Sukuna addressed, as he noticed an extra pair of shoes at the door. Although a small child size. “I’m in the living room!” Yuuji yelled back. Sukuna signed with annoyance, brat wasn’t going to let him know he had a guest over?

Sukuna walked in, not expecting Yuuji to be doing his homework already. And definitely not expecting a young white haired female, to be asking Yuuji on her math homework.

“Yuuji! 5+3?” The young female asked. “I can’t give you the answers Aika.” Yuuji laughed as he furthered explained using the fruit he stole from the kitchen to aid her in her addition homework.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, he was impressed with the interaction between the two. In fact, the way Yuuji was teaching Aika addition, was the same way he taught him when he was younger.

“Oh, Suku- nii!” Yuuji called out with a large smile. “This is Aika, she’s the one I’m babysitting. Aika, this is my big brother.”

“Hi, nice to meet you Suki!” Aika called with a giant smile, one to rival Yuuji’s. Except no one else was smiling… as the Itadori brothers tried to figure out who the f*uk this child was calling ‘Suki’.

“Suki…?” Yuuji asked confused. “Suki.” Aika repeated as she pointed at Sukuna. Poor guy just met her and he’s already received a female name as a nickname.

And Yuuji was no help, he was already laughing.

Sukuna could only sigh. Wtf.

[themulitipurposechannel]

Fic: This is victory (hollow and cold).

Part: One

What if.. Mikey’s portal drags home a cold dead corpse.

I would like to preface this by saying I completely blame @goodlucktai for their amazing Incredible story, raised on little light for putting this idea into my head. Guys go check it out the fic, it’s amazing it makes me so so sad but there is also so many good things in it 😭. Personally speaking I don’t think there’s anything I can write that will ever come close to what Tai can do, but as a famous internet post once said, write your shitty pots. So here we goes ppl

Tw: major character death, grief, suicide idealisation, getting disowned, disassociation, starvation, slight description of injuries and inaccurate medical advice

But I promise, there is still hope even in this.

_

“Casey! When I get to the other side you close that portal!”

Everything stills. The world falls static.

“What..?” A foreign voice enters the fray. Ah. Cj thinks distantly. It’s mine.

A series of thoughts shoots through his mind. Faster than the battle drones Uncle Tello used to make, faster than the joy rides Uncle Mi used to give.

He sees empty eyes, forced smiles. Screaming voices stained with the weight only grief, hunger, thirst and stress can give.

He thinks of Michelangelo in the brief moments he has met the turtle, so bright and so energetic. And then he remembers his Uncle Mi twisted into something quiet, slow and outwardly peaceful.

He remembers Monty, so stoic and so very angry. Yet so very indulgent when it counts. Out in a blaze of guns and glory. Standard-issue shoulder pauldron shoved into shaking hands. You will do great things Princey. He remembers Monty’s mother. Whose name he never got, forever in a daze, staring at walls of nothing. A hallowed husk like so many of the living ghosts that wandered their dusty halls. He remembers Miwa. So tiny, so fragile. So young. Too young. No amount of their anything can ever replace or beat modern medicine.

His Uncle Tello, bitter, grumpy; burnt out and constantly overstimulated from the dirt covered and squishy pink hell they’ve found themselves in. But sometimes on better days he cocks his head to the side, with a face that almost smiles at Cj and says, “Come Jones Junior; I appear to have some scraps we need to dispose off.” Which is code for we’re going to give your Pa an aneurysm and make things go boom.

He remembers his family. Tired, thirsty, hungry, eyes on them constantly. Countless sleepless nights in hushed voices arguing, strategising, weeping. They thought he didn’t hear. But children always have the biggest ears and the longest standing shelter on earth is only so large.

First and foremost. Cj knows. He knows with heart wrenching certainty. If there was any way to make peace with the present Hamatos it would all be over now. They’ll hate him. They will. They will never forgive him for this.

Maybe if this was his Mom, his Auntie April, his Da-Uncle Mi, his Uncle Tello, his Grandpa Drax. Whatever else Master Raphael and Master splinter might have been to him. They might just forgive him but these people are not them. They have not been softened with a lifetime of knowing Cj. He doesn’t have that baby of the family privilege. He doesn’t have any privilege at all. It’s only been a day. Less than that technically.

Even just the thought of being hated by his family. Any version of them, curdles something in his core. Every fiber in his being lashes out and screams at the younger version of his sensei. (Oh but it was Leonardo wasn’t it? Oh, what has he done?) In ways he hasn’t done since he was 8 years old, because poor 8 year old Casey hadn’t quite figured out how to breathe through the hunger pains. I’m a healer. I’m supposed to stop these things. Please, I already let go before you can’t make me do this again-

“Leo no! There has to be another way!”

But this Leonardo says;

“We’ve tried everything Case, he’s too strong”

And deep down Cj knows that too. Much like the lies his family told him. “We can win” He knows otherwise too. Just like if he does this, he knows he’ll be left with nothing too.

But his family will still be here, surrounded by food, clean water, light, and endless amount of comics or magazines they could possibly want. They will be free.

They will never know gnawing hunger or sapping thirst, nor will they know the ever present hum of runhidenotsafe. They will never know the unique kind of suffering that comes from grasping for strength to just open your eyes and breathe in a world that has already long given up on itself.

Cj has seen the future. He has lived and breathed and sometimes, even thrived in an era where the krang came. Where the sky was a bloody brown instead of this clear dark blue and people were driven to insanity and killed from the common cold. Where the sour smell of rot piled everywhere. No matter how much or how hard you scrubbed.

He remembers his Sensei, his Pa, wise, comforting, always ready with a witty comeback or a brilliant plan. He remembers his Commander O’Neil, his Auntie April, rousing, quick and endlessly enduring, the steady voice of reason where even Sensei’s wit dulled. But they were tired, so very tired. The burden of leadership and grief and all the aches and pains of hunger and thirst that can never be quenched, already a fully dressed tomb just waiting for them to hang up their coats and admit futility to the unsurmountable cold.

He remembers how much his family loved him. How hard they tried to scrape together any piece of warmth for him. Tired Golden-Orange heaves himself into the air, to scoop Cj into his arms. Busy Blue who takes any meagre time he has to himself and spends it with Cj. Prickly Purple finds away to colour all his armour a shade of teal, even his siblings are still decked in occasional shades of grey. Overstretched Green always ready to pull her brothers back and scold; too guilty, too smothering, too harsh. Stop. You’re hurting the kid.

If Cj doesn’t close this portal, if he keeps this open, if he disobeys-the Krang will just come back through. And they will plunge the earth into a bloody, poisoned hell.

And he knows that if not Leonardo, then someone else in their stupid, selfless, self-sacrificial family will take up the mantle of resistance, unable to stand idly by at people’s suffering. Because these people are good, so very good. The Hamatos will fight, they will try. And they will lose.

The force of their ire will break him. The thought alone makes him sob, hiccuping in a way he hasn’t done, not since he was found shrieking over a cold Uncle Tello and had to be wrenched away, kicking and screaming. But still holding on. Even to the very last second and beyond. Because he is Cassandra Jones Junjor and a Hamato in every way that matters and he could never leave family behind. At least back then he couldn’t feel mom die

But the apocalypse.. that long, slow, painful march to inevitable death, will break him too. It wasn’t always bad, they had fun, karaoke nights, hilarious attempts to make birthday cakes for kids like him. But fuck.. that doesn’t change the fact that they still lost. That they will all still loose. Cj doesn’t know if he can willingly doom them all again because that’s what he’s going to do isn’t it? They were all so tired, so hungry, so thirsty. How can he let them go through that again?

He remembers how much happier, and how much lighter they always looked in those old scarce photos.

Selfishly, Cj doesn’t know if he can survive through another 20 something years or however long they make it this time, through that hell again. Forced to slowly watch again, as the Krang chip away at his family. Chip away at the people he called his friends till everything, bright, lively and kind was carved out;Uncle Hiro I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry-

They will never love you again. A voice thunders, like the death roll of their final march just this morning where Cj was still breathing in corrupted air under rusty skies. If only he died there with them. Anything is better than having to do this.

I know. Cj shakes, trembling fingers wrap around the key. Casey can see the division between young and new, old and worn and knows he cannot let it blur and become one.

“Casey! Urgh-please!”

Anything. I will give anything, Casey weeps. Anything as long as they live. Casey squeezes his eyes shut.

And just like with Uncle Tello,

Casey finally lets go.

The portal to the prison dimension slams shut with a glorious boom.

Leo, I love you. I’m sorry.

I wish I got more time to know you.

.

.

.

They scream at him. It’s Muffled, like the sensation of sound in the aftermath of a live grenade. They hurl all manner of abuse and venom at his face. He thinks he might be crying. Or maybe he’s not. His head feels tangled like the heaps of crusty old wires, Uncle Tello will never get the chance to unravel.

The shattered body of their Leonardo lies between them, like territory lines drawn between begrudging survivor groups. Cradled by a shaking soft shell. The blurry shapes of familiar voices once desperately calm and patient now roar,cutting and rightfully angry. It falls on his ears. He tries to grasp it, he does. He’s ruined everything, the least Cj can do now is listen.

But exhaustion gnaws at his very bones. Head pounding.

Nothing can explain this.

Nothing will justify this.

Severe head trauma, and shattered, collapsed carapace. Possible bruised and punctured lungs via pieces of loose carapace as the overall structure caved in, resulting in internal bleeding in the lungs and eventual asphyxiation. Patient chocked on his own blood. The field medic immediately drones internally, years of experience and training unable to be shut off (or rather, trained to never shut off) as listless eyes drift down to meet the unmoving slider.

It seems the one-sided eye contact is what finally breaks the softshell’s stupor. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The teen snarls, teeth flashing in all the ways he used to bare it at unwelcome visitors. But never at Casey. Never for long.

Wake up Jones. This is not your Uncle.

The rest of the group falls silent, shocked to see their previously silent family member speaking.

“You don’t get to look at him.” Achingly gentle, the purple branded softshell sets Leonardo onto the tiled floor.

Donatello stands. “You.” He hisses, pointing at Cj.

“You did this.”

Somewhere, somehow Cj manages to gather enough of himself to incline his head slightly in agreement. It’s the least he can do for them.

“Leave.” Donatello orders.

And like the good soldier he is, Cj does. Disappearing into the tunnels.

No one stops him.

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[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 6

warnings- swearing, drinking, flirting, dirty talk to the max, Degrading but not in a mean way?

words- 3.3k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well

(also would you guys want me to do smut for this? I don't have to if you don't want it but... I could write some good pieces for the next few chapters?????)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

Everyone arrived by 8:50 and were all seated around a extremely large table, each family sat drinking and laughing over different things, on our side of the table (meaning me, Tom, Gustav, Gustav's grandpa, Georg and Bill) we all chatted about random ideas we had for the next shows

"good evening, could we get you all started on food?" a man around my mothers age smiled pulling a note pad out and a pen

"yes can we have-" Stefan schafer, Gustav's dad began pointing to things on the menu and pointing to the people who wanted it "-perfect thank you" the man nodded collecting all the menus in and the chatter began again, me and Tom sat across from our grandmas who were on about something they'd watched on tv

"I'm bored" Tom whispered in my ear causing me to roll my eyes

"we've been here 20 minuets" he sighed falling back into his chair and his grandma seemed to notice turning to him

"Tom- whats wrong darling?" the boy sat properly again and took a swig of his drink

"nothing just hungry" he spoke watching the old women tilt her head "...I'm bored" Catrina nodded looking to me

"you have Y/n/n for company, she's a lot of fun aren't you?" I nodded my head looking to the boy who just laughed "oh actually me and Josie were just saying- we watched your interview! with that hunky man Karter, you two looked delightful, well all of you did" she grinned rubbing my hand over the table

"yeah.." Tom trailed getting comfy again, reaching arm the back of my seat and playing with the ends of my hair "we wont be going back to him in a rush"

"why not?" my gran asked "he's a handsome man"

"nothing to worry about Nanna" I spoke smiling to her, she can become a very angry women if she found out someone did anything bad to us, she'd personally hunt them down if she could.

Time passed slowly but the smell of food only made us hungrier, Toms hand had moved from my hair to my shoulder drawing a circle over and over

"and here we are-" the same waiter came over with two others holding trays of food, there was 21 of us.. we all sat straight and the small laughter of my sister caused us all to laugh, I had the pesto tortellini with Parmesan, and many also copied me

"thank you" we all said starting our meal, I dug my fork in and bought the steamy pasta to my mouth "oh wow thats amazing" I hummed putting more onto the fork, Tom looked over then to the bowl and back to me "you chose to have the chicken Schnitzel, I said about this"

"oh please!" he moaned "one bite- you can have some chips" he quickly stabbed his fork into the fries and brought them to me "come on"

"fine" I gave into his ways and took the chips and past him my fork with the pasta on the end, he hummed a quick thank you and smiled tasting the food "good right?" Tom nodded swallowing the pasta, I turned back to eating and listening to the different conversations around the table

"you know I was thinking about something" Bill began looking down to us on the table "a tv show, like filming while in rehearsals and we could go round during tours and trying things... Felix said about it" The idea of being filmed 24/7 didn't sound fantastic, I enjoy my privacy but.. if that means we get to do fun stuff..

"who'd wanna watch us though, outside of music were just boring" Gustav added "you could do a documentary about every girl Toms fucked" Gustav's mom slammed his hand making us all laugh

"at least they'd say they came unlike the girls you've done" Tom hit back making the drummer huff "but I like the idea-" Georg nodded as well but I still sat undecided

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(okay I cba to write about the restaurant but lets say, lovely meal hugs kisses etc)

"Oh why don't we go to that bar" Simone pointed out, the bars name was naughty lad and music was booming through the walls, the boys seemed intrigued looking through the steamed windows

"I think we'll head back with the grandparents, Stella is nearly asleep so could you bring Y/n back?" my mom asked passing my sister to my dad

"sure, we'll keep her safe don't worry" David, Georg's dad spoke wrapping an arm around me "you get home and relax" with a quick hug my parents got into the car and drove away leaving me with the boys and their parents which wasn't unusual, having a younger sister makes life harder to always enjoy. Together we all walked into the bar and 'hot in here' by Nelly was blasting through the speakers

"drinks?" Bill asked pulling his wallet out "Guessing a vodka coke for you?" I laughed seeing Bill roll his eyes "you need to try more- I'm getting you something else"

"Get me whatever she has!" Tom shouted to his brother who nodded walking to the rest of the group who found themselves sat at a booth "wanna smoke quickly?" I agreed feeling his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back out the door, he went into his pocket pulling his cigarets out and handing me one with his lighter

"thank you" I chirped lighting the end and then his "I can't get over you tonight" I spoke catching myself at the end

"its alright babe, you can take it off me later" his voice turned suggestive and a smirk plastered his face "aww turning red aren't you?" his free hand cupped my jaw and I felt my knees go weak at his touch- what was he doing

"shut up-" I groaned pushing him away jokingly "I was trying to be nice and say you look good" Toms face softened and nodded along to my words

"I know, but I just love making you all red for me" he cooed putting a hand on my waist "it makes you even more beautiful" Tom leaned in, my heart started pounding in my chest, is this what he meant by being 'worse' I knew I wanted to kiss him again as he closed the distance between us, our lips just inches apart, he hesitated. With a sly grin, he pulled back, leaving the me confused "don't want to be caught do we?" I narrowed my eyes seeing him chuckle "aw did you want me to kiss you Y/n?"

"its okay, I'll find someone in there who will" his face dropped and his grip on my only tightened "maybe I'll bring them home with us?"

"mhm... I don't think so-" The boy was cut by the long haired bassist peaking his head around the door "what?"

"drinks are here" he pulled the door open wider and the two let me in first, I pushed past people dancing along to the music and trying not to get any type of liquid on my dress, finally the booth came into view and Bill sat smiling reaching for my hand I took it and he pulled me next to him

"okay drink this first then I'll tell you what it is" he shouted over the music, I turned to the drink and saw it was a radioactive green with a yellow hue, I picked up the champagne coup and brought it to my lips taking a sip

"Ugh What the fuck is that!" I called nearly heaving at the taste of something like black liquorish

"Death In The Afternoon! I thought you'd like it!" a smile creeped onto his face as he took the glass and finished it "let me get you another one!" The boy pleaded

"come on Y/n don't be boring!" Gustav laughed swigging his arm around me

"fine but I don't want that shit ever again" soon I watched the tallest twin wonder to the bar and point to something on the menu clapping his hands as the bar man turned away "oh- whats that?" I asked seeing the black haired boy smirking holding a small glass fully yellow but with some red falling into the glass, speaking of the glass it had a slice of lemon and mint dotted on top

"this is a Mai Tai" Bill said handing me the drink and watched me as I sipped at the liquid, I hummed at the taste of Malibu and orange running down my throat

"wow this is good" I drank more seeing the singer do a small dance knowing he'd defeated my 'vodka coke' love

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I sat in the booth wedged between Simone and Bill who were laughing about something stupid and I was on my 5th mai tai giggling when something funny was mentioned, I wasn't drunk but I was tipsy, I saw Simone leave the conversation and look to the dance floor "OH MY GOD!" She got up running to the floor pulling me along with her

"SIMO-" I began but then I herd it 'don't stop the music' by Rihanna start to play, ever since the song came out earlier in the year me and her loved it, we danced around with large smiles painted across our faces "I wanna take you away Let's escape into the music DJ, let it play I just can't refuse it" Simone grabbed my hand spinning me around while still belting out the lyrics "Please don't stop the music!" we finished laughing loudly and sweat running down our foreheads I looked to the booth to see them all clapping at our stupidness we took a bow and Simone went to sit down next to her boyfriend who she wrapped her arms around and kissed making her sons cringe and I decided id go sit next to Tom- we'd barley spoke since we had that smoke out side, he was sat holding a glass of clear liquid and rolling his eyes over at his brother

"hey!" I called sliding myself next to him in the booth

"hi- you okay?" I nodded my head grabbing my drink of the table and In a quick swig finishing It off "you might wanna slow down on them" the boy laughed pulling my empty glass from me but I couldn't understand a word as the music got louder around me

"what? I didn't hear you!" he rolled his eyes but quickly moved closer, the arm around my shoulder moved to hold my bare thigh as he leaned into my ear

"I said, you might wanna slow down on the mai tai" his fingers tapped on my skin causing a odd sensation I'd never felt before shiver up my body, they danced on my leg edging to go just slightly under my skirt but he stopped everytime

"oh-oh yeah... well wanna go to the bar and help me chose something different?" Tom nodded and the two of us stood back up, he grabbed my hand, closing his fingers tightly around mine and pulled me through the crowd, yanking me when I stopped, as we got to the bar he pulled me a bar stool out making me sit in front of him while he stood close behind, his stomach on my back and his one hand on my waist

"you like the fruitier cocktails right?" I nodded my head looking at the menu and something caught my eye- The Blue Hawaii, rum, vodka Blue curacao, pineapple juice and Lemon juice

"I think I want the blue Hawaii!" I looked back to the dreaded boy who nodded his head pulling his wallet out "no Tom, let me pay!" I hurried into my purse to grab the €10 I needed

"Y/n fuck off, I'm buying me and drink and you one- put the money away" he huffed grabbing my money and shoving it back into the bag "let me treat you babe" my heart ached at the words and so I let him do what he wanted and I just leaned back on him and waited to be served. The bartender finally turned to us and grabbed a bottle of something "erm can we have a blue Hawaii and a vodka cranberry, thanks" Tom handed the money over me, his chest pressing on me and his other hand back on my thighs for support

"be 5 mins" the man behind the counter said before walking off to the other side of the bar

"I need a piss, stay here don't move alright?" Tom commanded, quickly patting my head like I was some kind of dog and running to the bathroom, I sat kicking my legs watching others conversations and giggling to who ever they're with

"hey.. anyone sitting here?" I turned to a voice I'd never herd before and saw a man stood there holding a empty glass

"no! you can sit don't worry" a small laugh left him and he perched onto the chair and I finally got to see his face, He's very good looking, I couldn't help but admire his features. something about him that made him stand out from the rest, his black hair and brown eyes. His hair is perfectly styled in little waves along his head, and it shines in the light. I found myself staring to his smile. It's warm and inviting, i can't help but smile back. It's infectious.

"thanks, I'm Brandon- thought I'd introduce myself so I'm not creepy" I laugh at him as I turn to speak to him better

"oh I'm Y/n, my seat will be free soon once me and my mate have our drinks" I spoke still just admiring him, it might've been the alcohol but he was gorgeous

"shame, I'm enjoying this- little old me speaking to a beautiful girl.. I say old- I'm not I'm 19, you?"" I blushed to his words

"oh 17 but I get mixed up with being either 23 or 13 most days" he chuckled at my comment

"where you from anyways?"

"Leipzig, you?" he nodded his head

"Dresden" we kept speaking till mine and Tom's drinks arrived and I quickly grabbed them "so who are you here with?"

"just my friends and some family- celebrating coming home- actually my friend should be here soon" I looked back and I saw Tom staring at me with a scowl across his face "oh erm, he's over there so I might see you later?" I smiled grabbing the drinks off the table

"yeah sure, maybe I can get your number and we could go out for drinks?" he sounded so sweet and eyes bright with hope, but I knew I had to be careful giving my number out for security reasons and also I think Tom would kill me

"maybe yeah!" I laughed it off as I walked over to he boy who looked through me to Brandon, crossing his arms "how long were you stood watching me?" I asked passing him his drink

"long enough" his seriousness scared me, what was his issue "he really liked you didn't he? eyes wondered you like a fucking map" he spat gulping his drink basically in one

"Tom I think you're being a bit dramatic, he didn't even flirt with me" it was a partial lie as he did ask for my number...

"still-" I saw the guitarist sulk a little sipping the last of his drink and staring into the distance and that when I realised it

"are... are you jealous?" his eyes shot up to me but he didn't fight my words, and I wanted to keep pushing him "come on, you can tell me" I fluttered my eyelashes at the boy who just looked away, without thinking my hand reached for his jaw and brought his gaze back to me, I was shocked with myself but I couldn't lose my control now "look at me when I'm talking to you" I spoke closer to him in a low whisper, his eyes seemed deeper and narrower, I was doing it "you don't like it when I speak to other guys hm? don't like them looking at me, thinking of me...touching me" I let the last words roll of my tongue and I could see behind his stare he was getting angrier "talk to me pretty boy"

My hand was swatted from his face as Tom pulled me by my wrist back into the cubicles, each small individual rooms with a crappy dim light glaring into the room, hurriedly we went to the first unlocked block and slammed the door closed and he locked it with a click, my back pressed against the cold tile wall and Tom stood over me I close my eyes as his lips press against mine. His hands moved around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he wrapped his arms around me. His lips soft and perfect, his breath warm on my skin. I can feel my heart racing as we move together, our bodies intertwined. His hands move higher, caressing my back as we kiss. I can feel my skin tingling with anticipation as I move my hands up his chest, exploring his body. I can feel the electricity between us, the passion rising.

"You- you are a little cunt sometimes" I feel him smile into my cheek pressing kisses into my skin "but.. fuck we both know you'd never want them...as much as you want me" I hold my breath at the feeling of him humming into my ear, my arms tangle around his neck pulling him back to my lips "god you are so desperate for me" I pull back slightly opening my eyes and seeing a smirk plastering his face

"who's the one that dragged me into here?" he tilted his head in agreement but I could wait any longer, our lips smashed back together and our bodies collided once again, hungrily I moved down to his jaw peppering the line with kisses and edged down to his neck, my lips danced around until I reached just below his ear and his grip on me tightened and a noise threatened to escape his throat, I dove back into the spot sucking and pecking at it, hearing him struggle and try pry me off

"fuck Y/n- please" he begged "shit... I-I" his stuttering made my heart swell and I pulled away to see small beads of sweat forming, I looked to his eyes and they were full of glazed tears of lust

"aw- I'm sorry, didn't you like it?" I played with a strand of his hair as he shook his head no

"I fucking loved it" his lips landed back on me as he groaned into the kiss, I smiled feeling his hands go under my thighs and lift me onto his hips, my dress pushing up revealing the red panties I put on earlier "shit you are so hot" the boy whined kissing my chest, nibbling lightly at the skin

"ah- Tom" His eyes caught mine again and smile only spread further, my hands grabbed his shoulders pushing myself up and he only toyed with me more, licking my skin that was sore from being between his teeth and small noises seeped from my mouth only pushing him further "shit... Fuck Tommy- I..." his nickname came out so naturally but in the sluttiest moan I'd ever done

" God Y/n, I don't what the first place we fuck to be in a bathroom baby, so keep that pretty little mouth quiet because you're making it so hard to keep that from happening" my heart nearly exploded out my chest, I went like putty, foreheads knocking together at his words, Tom caught my lips In one last sweet kiss and put me back onto the floor "so beautiful-" Tom whispered into my ear one last time before pulling away still holding my waist

"only for you" I smiled kissing him once more again before we stood there holding each other panting and puffy lipped

[smiley-star]

Older and Wiser

Leo keeps making fun of his future self (Leonardo) but he forgets one important detail; that's him. He knows all his weaknesses, and is ready for payback.

(Tickling, sfw as always, Tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!!)

(Also I like the father-son relationship there could be btwn Future and present Leo)

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Future Leo💙

“Are those wrinkles a part of your look too?” Leo laughed, pointing at the lines on Leonardo's forehead.

“You try living through an apocalypse,” Leonardo sighed, rolling his eyes for the millionth time.

“At least I won't lose my good looks,” Leo snarked, posing, “Maybe we should call you Grandpa instead of Leonardo!”

“No.”

“Maybe gramps?”

“No.”

“Granddad!”

“No!”

“I got it!” Leo yelled, snapping his fingers, “Peepaw!”

“THAT'S IT-!” Leonardo exclaimed, standing up with a grunt that started the old man jokes again and marched over to Leo.

“You sure your hip didn't break when you got up- EEEP!” Leo shrieked as Leonardo lifted him up and promptly carried him to his room. The massive train car Donnie had to custom build to fit his hulking figure.

“What, gonna tell me stories about your youth?” Leo laughed as Leonardo threw him in the bed.

“You've forgotten one fatal detail, kid,” Leonardo said, an evil grin spreading across his face.

“And what's that?” Leo said snarkily, but he gulped nervously.

“I am you,” Leonardo said, diving down and beginning to mercilessly tickle Leo's sides.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” Leo shrieked, laughing hysterically and kicking at Leonardo, who merely laughed and didn't react at all.

“NAHAAHHAAH- STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, thrashing as Leonardo tickled his sides.

“No can do, kiddo,” Leonardo teased, grabbing Leo's hands in his prosthetic and lifting them above his head.

Leo squealed as Leonardo tickled his tummy relentlessly, wiggling his fingers and tracing along the lines in his plastron.

“WHAHAHAHAHAT-!?” Leo shrieked as the wiggling fingers traced along the lines of his plastron. None of his brothers had ever done that before! It tickled so much!

Leonardo laughed, “Figured that out a few years ago!”

Leo squealed as Leonardo's massive hand began tickling at his upper thigh, right where it met his plastron. Again- another thing that had never happened before.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo shrieked with laughter, kicking his legs at the new sensation of his thigh and plastron being tickled.

“That one was when I was younger,” Leonardo laughed.

“YOOHOHOHOHOU- WEHEHEHERE NEHEEVEEVEE YOHOHOHOUNG PEEHEHEHEPAW!” Leo squealed.

“Oh you're asking for it now!” Leonardo laughed, leaning down.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” Leo shrieked as Leonardo blew a mercilessly raspberry on his plastron just above his side, he thrashed as the tickling raspberry didn't stop.

“TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHHCH!” Leo squealed as Leonardo finally pulled away.

“We can hold our breath for a long time,” Leonardo chuckled, “Perfect for raspberries.” He immediately blew another merciless raspberry but this time on Leo's tummy.

Leo shrieked as the raspberry continued mercilessly, and then Leonardo finally pulled away, only to immediately start tickling his tummy again.

His hand was so big it went the entire expanse of his tummy, making the tickling even worse.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Leonardo cooed, making Leo shriek.

“NAHAHAHAHT YOHOHOHOHOU TOOHOHOHOH!” Leo squealed, thrashing and cackling.

“Yes me too!” Leonardo laughed, “Tickle tickle, Little Blue! I wemember how ticklish my wittle tummy was!”

“STAHAHAHAP!” Leo shrieked, laughing loudly and throwing his head back as Leonardo tickled at his tummy harder. His fingers wiggling across his plastron mercilessly.

“What's the magic word?”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“And?”

“SOHOHOHOHORRY!”

“That's better,” Leonardo laughed, leaning down and blowing raspberries and nibbling at Leo's tummy.

“I SAHAHAHAIAD SOHOHOHOHORRY!”

“But I'm hungry!” Leonardo laughed, nibbling at Leo's tummy and making him shriek as he tickled at his sides, “And I wemember how much nibbles tickled my ticklish wittle tummy!”

“OOOYAHAHAHAAJJJJJIIII-!” Leo shrieked without meaning to, making Leonardo’s face light up.

“‘Oyaji’ huh!?” Leonardo beamed, blowing another raspberry and making Leo shriek, “I don't mind being a Dad again!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA! I DIHIHIHIHIDN’T SAY AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT!” Leo squealed, face turning completely red in embarrassment. Because there was no way he'd call his future self oyaji. (Means father in Japanese)

“Yes you did!” Leonardo laughed, his entire being lit up in joy, “Your Oyaji is right here, Little Blue!”

“NOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as Leonardo began blowing rapsberries on and nibbling at his tummy again, his other hand tickling all the sensitive spots on his sides harder, “OYA- HAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOH! I MEEHEHEHEAN LEONAHAHAHARDO!”

“I'm not Leonardo, I'm Oyaji, remember?” Leonardo laughed, tickling Leo's tummy again, “Come on! Say it!”

“NAHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAPPENING!” Leo shrieked.

“Then I'll just tickle it out of you again!” Leonardo laughed, “I got a great idea!”

He unwrapped his scarf, using it to tie Leo's hands above his head and onto the bedframe.

He watched Leo's eyes go wide with fear and anticipation as both of Leonardo's hands were free now. And one was much larger than the other.

“Whehehe- we can talk about thihiHIHIHIS!” Leo shrieked as both hands started mercilessly tickling his sides, the prosthetic hand was huge and pretty much engulfed his entire side with tickles.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA- AHH HAHAHAHAHA! LEEHHEHEHEEHEHOOHOHOHNAAHHAHAHRDOOHHOHOHO!” Leo shrieked.

“Wrong name!” Leonardo cooed, “C'mon! Tickle tickle, little Blue~!”

“NAHAHAHAHA!’ Leo squealed as Leonardo stated blowing raspberries on his ribs, tickling his tummy with his real hand and his side with the prosthetic.

“Just say it!” Leonardo laughed, blowing a mercilessly raspberry.

“NEHEHEHEHEHEVER!”

“You asked for this!” Leonardo warned, grinning as he leaned down to one of Leo's most sensitive spots on his side.

“WHAHAHAHAHAIT-” Leo's protest was cut off by a loud shriek of laughter as Leonardo blew the most ticklish, evil raspberry Leo had ever felt on it.

“OOOYAHAHAHAAJI, NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Leo shrieked as Leonardo went back to tickling his tummy with both hands.

“Of course, Musuko.” Leonardo teased, tickling Leo's tummy harder before finally pulling away. (Musuko means son in Japanese)

Leonardo freed Leo's hands from the scarf, and the teen rolled on his side, giggling as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Leonardo chuckled, giving him a bottle of water. Eventually Leo calmed down, leaning against the older version of himself as he sipped at his water.

“So Oyaji, huh?”

“SHUT UP!” Leo shrieked, face red from embarrassment.

"I finally understand why our brothers liked tickling us so much."

[onim5]

Isekai Au

Chapter 5: Fit in

Portgas D. Ace x Female Reader

Warnings: None

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"So this big map isn't a map?" Ace asked, confused.

"First of, it's called a TV, I want you to sit here and watch it until I'm back." You said pointing at the couch.

"But, how is this TV gonna entertain me for, what did you say? Five hours?" Ace asks.

"Yup, five hours. I have a client who's waiting. Oh, and if you're hungry, eat something from the fridge." You said closing the door, leaving Ace behind.

He pushed the buttons of the thing you gave him, and at last, the map shined up. Oh, well, the so-called TV. On the screen, after a lot of clicking, Ace finally found some weird place with a lot of different titles. You had told him to watch something called Harry Potter. The hunch Ace had said he was in the right place, and after some scrolling, he found one of them to have Harry Potter on the front.

It didn't look interesting at all. But, oh well. He clicked on the screen and, let's just say, wow. Ace wasn't sure of what was the coolest? The story or the way he sees and hears it. When the movie had ended, Ace stretched a little. After a quick look towards the clock, he found it to be around three hours until you would get back. 

How am I supposed to get home? Ace questioned in his head as he raided the fridge. He came here by saying some weird shit, but that didn't take him back. It was worry some, to say the least. And Blackbeard had said something even more frustrating. He would go after Luffy and trade him to become a warlord. Sighing Ace took something he found and placed it in the so-called microwave.

One Harry Potter Movie Later

"I'm back, sorry I'm late. I just figured you need clothes and that you probably have eaten everything from 'my' fridge." You said quite fast as you carried everything into the apartment. Ace walked up with a questioning look.

"Did you just say you bought clothes?" He asked, unsure.

"Uh, yes. People don't go around shirtless, here. And I don't feel comfortable with a shirtless pirate in my beautiful apartment." You answered, handing him two plastic bags.

"How many are there?" Ace asked as he peeked into the bag, finding both to have quite some weight.

"Uh, I dunno. I bought a lot, though, so don't worry." But that was what worried Ace. He didn't wanna be a burden to you.

"Now go change." You smiled, pushing him into the bathroom. Not long after, Ace came out wearing a nice black T-shirt and black pants.

"Ha, now you fit in more. What do you think?" You asked while filling in the fridge.

"It's really comfortable, but um, why did you buy so many clothes?" Ace asked, placing his hand on the neck.

"How many did I buy?" You asked, closing the fridge.

"Around twenty-five. I think. Also, was it necessary to buy two more pairs of shoes for me?" Ace asks, placing down the bag.

"No, but it was fun. We're going out for dinner, so put on the more fancy clothes I bought for you." You said, walking into your own room, before Ace could respond.

Ace put on the suit. He had once again black pants, but these felt different. And a nice patterned light blue vest. And under was a comfortable white shirt. Although the blue doesn't match the marines, it still crosses his mind. If Grandpa was here he be either laughing or telling him to become a marine. Ace walked out of the bathroom holding a tie. He had never ever worn anything like this and wondered if nobles feel like this all the time. After a minute you came out wearing quite beautiful clothes too.

"You look good. Hmm, you need help with the tie?" You asked, walking up to him.

"Uh yes, I've never really been on the fancy side. It's really new to me. Also, Y/n, I hope you know you don't have to do all of this." Ace says unsure, after all, he didn't wanna be ungrateful. And for the matter of facts, you two had known each other for maybe two days now. Ace fellt his cheeks warm up, as he feels your hands fix it.

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Sorry it took so long to write. I'm a bit sick. 🤧 It's just a cold, though.

Also, ignore the fact that we shouldn't know what Ace sizes is. Cause if I wrote a reason that would make sense, we turn into a real creep.

End of chapter 5.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Masterlist

[kunasthiast]

Sandwiches and Numbers

It is always the special sandwiches with Sukuna and the bittersweet feeling of knowing you'll leave him again. But, it is what it is... right?

Oh please, yes, I listened to Taylor Swift's Fortnight and Cruel Summer a lot of times already that I've crafted this story because this is what I see everytime I listen to them T^T

Also, this is kind of my first time to post my writing drafts OTL this is part of a series I'm starting called 'Fortnight' – all stories in this series will be in a masterpost and part of the Summer Love!Sukuna AU <333

Hope you'll enjoy this one as I've enjoyed writing this one so far ~

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + light angst, Summer Love AU Word Count: 800+ All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

It was perfect. The kisses he marked you with on your neck. The tight hugs and cuddles. Your warm body on top of him. The love you shared. Yet, everything comes to an end.

As you stared into his eyes full of love, regret, and pain, you speak up, ”I’ll miss us. I don’t want to let you go again, ‘Kuna.” 

“Then don’t,” Sukuna replied as looked down on your eyes. He hugged you tighter and kissed you on the forehead. With a sigh, you continued, “I wish it didn’t have to end like this.”

“Neither do I, but it is what it is.” You looked up to him and replied back, “Well, I always find my way back to you.” Sukuna released you from the hug and sat up with his back turned back to you, looking for his boxers. He tosses you his shirt and stood up to wear his now found boxers. “What, gonna treat me like your rebound?” He scoffed with a growing smirk as he looked back at you. 

You gladly wore Sukuna’s shirt and rolled your eyes at his reply. You know and he knows he’s not a rebound. You could never. It’s just that, he was the best person to ever happen to you. The best kisses. The best laughs. The best moments. The best sex. The best banters. Just, the best. Funny how the universe works. With those thoughts in mind, you chuckled and tried your best to make the cutest, pleading face to Sukuna, “Yeah, yeah. I’m hungry, can you make me food? Pretty please, ‘Kuna?”

“What do I do with you?” Sukuna groaned and left the room to prep up the food. With that, you also got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to watch him make food. As you walked through his house, there’s a lot of picture frames of him, his late brother, his late grandpa, and his nephew, Yuji. This reminds you of his nephew and as you pick up the picture to look at it better,  you asked Sukuna, “Where’s Yuji now?” 

With his back turned back to you while prepping the food on the kitchen island, he replied with a scoff, “You’ve been here for a fortnight and you just remembered Yuji now?” 

“Well, forgive my fish memory! I haven’t seen him since I got back.” You replied back and put back the picture to where it was before. You continued walking to the kitchen and sat down on the chair near the kitchen island, he said, “Yuji’s in the city.” You looked at what he was prepping and exclaimed excitedly, “Where in the city? I’d love to visit him, I missed his chubby cheeks!” 

As Sukuna finished prepping the food, he slid the plate to you and took a bite at his food. While chewing, he said, “In the big ass university you went to. He’s not a little kid you remembered him to be.” You looked at the plate he gave you and admired the yummy food in front of you.

As always, he makes my favorite snack. A sandwich full of lettuce, bacon, ham, and cheese, with his homemade sauce that makes it all the more special. Before taking a bite, you replied solemnly “Well, that doesn’t stop my excitement to see him again. Can you give me his contacts before I go?”

“Fine.” He exclaimed with a gruff as he finishes his sandwich and pulled out his phone to look for Yuji’s number to give it to you. You gladly put Yuji’s number on your phone and saved it as, ‘Little Yuji.’ 

A few years ago, before you moved to the city, you often visit Sukuna’s house to babysit his little nephew. He practically was raised by you and you take great pride in that. Sukuna, on the other hand, just lets you do what you want with Yuji and doesn’t bother help you babysit him every time.

“Oh! I gotta get your number, too, ‘Kuna. Give it to me.” You excitingly exclaimed and continued munching on your sandwich. Sukuna reached for your plate and his to clean up and casually said, “What’s the use? You’re leaving tomorrow and not coming back.” Ouch, that hurts. He doesn’t have to say it obviously like that. You feigned a sigh, “For when you’re in the city?” 

“Just finish your sandwich.” And so you did. 

Looking back on the two weeks you’ve been back in this town, you missed this slow life as compared to the busy, bustling, fast-paced city. You missed everyone. You especially missed Sukuna. His sweetest grin, his lovable laugh, his fluffiest pink fluff of hair, and his most adoring eyes.

Where did everything go wrong? As you thought and realized. Oh yeah, you cut him off and didn’t contact him for over 10 years only to go back to him two weeks ago out of nowhere and you’re leaving again tomorrow with an indefinite time if you'll ever be back again in his arms.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Even if you didn’t find it as unhinged can you please recap Pippi on the seven seas it would be very fun

Of course! I just finished it so I can recap now!

So Tommy and Annika’s parents are going away for 3 weeks and they have left Tommy and Annika at Pippi’s house. They’re very pumped to get to play with her for 3 weeks.

I need to remind you again that Pippi is 9 years old. She is put in charge of babysitting two other 8 and 9 year olds. Eh, it was the 70s, you just left kids alone /j

Pippi greets them with a flying bed she has made (it’s a bed stuck to a balloon). Then they go inside and eat spagetti. Pippi eats it like any normal being:

Pippi then jumps on her bed until it breaks, as she talks about a treasure her grandpa’s father had found. She also wonders if she can walk on water.

So next day she tries to walk on water, only to just fall in. But that’s good enough! Because they just got a bottle from her father. He has been kidnapped by pirates and needs rescuing urgently!

The reason he’s kidnapped is because they want the treasure the Longstocking family has hidden, and try to torture him to say it.

Tommy and Annika are like ”sounds dangerous, we might need to stay here” and Pippi is like ”but I promised your parents to keep an eye on you every minute. So you better come along!”

They fly away in Pippi’s balloon bed until they reach an island. The balloon stops working here, so they build a flying machine that Pippi makes fly with her feet.

Then they crash on a new island. But Pippi has a book on how to build boats. Sadly the first step is to chop some wood and they don’t have an axe. Pippi tries to bite a tree like a beaver but can’t.

But then, some pirates reach the island. So Pippi is like ”ok let’s steal their ship”

Annika asks if this is right to do and Pippi says that these pirates have already stolen this ship from someone else. Also they have life boats so they won’t be stuck on the island.

Pippi then sings the most banger song in the whole movie

They reach the pirate town where her dad is held captive. All the pirates are currently in the pub. Annika is like ”oh they’re just drinking and drinking, that’s bad” and Pippi is like ”neat! Let’s go inside! I was at pubs all the time when I was a sailor girl!”

There is a little boy working at the pub named Marko. At one point, two mean pirates makes him drop his tray, making the bartender go up and kick Marko. Pippi immediately goes ”NO, THAT’S NOT FAIR!” and hangs the bartender up on the wall.

She then proceeds to throw both the pirates out the window.

Then she goes to the rest of the pirates and thinks they should party. So they do for a bit, before the sea Captain comes in and wonders wtf is going on.

Seeing Pippi, he gets a tiny bit nervous, and sends his pirates on her. She sword fights with one of them and then the others chase her out.

She, Tommy and Annika have to hide in a well for the night as the pirates are guarding the area. But she notices her dad’s bandana hanging out from a window. So she sneaks out, grabs a pirate’s knife and climbs up.

It’s a very happy reunion. Her dad mentions that he’s very hungry and Pippi says she can give him some food. So he orders LOTS of food: Meatballs, sausages, chicken, fruit, and lots of pancakes (it cannot be a swedish movie if they don’t eat lots of pancakes… or sandwhiches with spotted sausage)

Where Pippi gets all this food? Idk. Maybe from the ship. But they make a basket and give it to him.

The pirates go into Pippi’s dad’s cell and asks where he got the food. When he says it’s from his daughter, they decide to hide him in the deepest bottom cell. But not before he has thrown out another bottle with a letter.

As they find this out, Pippi is like ”well I guess we have to blow the place up”

So she finds?? Explosives?? Somewhere?? Idk she suddenly just carries a barrel of explosives and all the pirates seeing her are too scared to do anything.

They blow it up and rescue her dad. But sadly, the pirates have tickled him out into telling where the treasure is hidden. So now they need to get there first!!

Before they go, Pippi goes into the pub again and gives Marko some money so he can get out of there, and hangs up the bartender one last time for daring to abuse a kid.

They then set sail and get the treasure. However, before they go, the pirates have found them and starts to chase after Tommy and Annika. They tell Pippi and her dad that if they want them back they want the treasure chests (there’s two chests)

However, Pippi’s dad’s own crew had been on this island, and when the pirates hadn’t seen it, they had stolen the pirate’s ship. So now the pirates don’t have any way to get from the island.

That’s when Pippi brings up her book about building boats. She says they can have it if they get one treasure chest.

The pirates read the first sentence, that you need to chop wood. They don’t have an axe. However, there’s an axe on Pippi’s boat, and she trades it for the other treasure chest. So now they got both treasure chests back!

Then they head home. Pippi’s dad says he’s a sailor so he’s not gonna follow her home. Honestly, he’s a good dad but also very irresponsible… oh well.

That’s where the movie ends!

Is this as unhinged as Pippi on the run? Maybe. Now when I have rewatched it it’s hard to say.

This movie especially with the way Pippi acts, I’m like ”this is what happens when you leave an adhd kid to live alone”. Also it’s a lot of responsibility for a 9 year old to take care of two kids her own age who freak out or needs rescuing 80% of the time. The little they do to help is that Tommy can read (Pippi can’t really), and Annika washes clothes and makes food, and cleans Marko up when he got kicked by the bartender. Otherwise she cries or gets scared by everything. But Tommy and Annika do become braver through the movie, even though they kinda resert back in the next one.

I think little me much more enjoyed the on the run movie as a kid, but it was fun rewatching this one as I kinda forgot a lot.

[writeonthrough]

Namy Nuggets (12/13)

A fanfic collection of Amy and Nathan scenes from CBC’s Heartland. (Catch up on the series here)

Nugget #12: Scott Comes to Visit

"Here's some water," Lou offers Nathan a glass after a long day working together in the fields.

"Thanks." He takes the glass and takes a sip. "And thank you for all your help today. You really didn't need to do all that."

"My pleasure. Easy to do when dad and grandpa are away. And," she shrugs, "I figure I owe you plenty." She turns to pour him a glass of water.

"Lou," Nathan waits for her to face him again. "Can we maybe," he pauses, unsure how to phrase it. He tries, "Get past that night in high school? I mean, we're balancing our two families' cattle businesses, you are one of few people who know about Amy and I—and I just don't want that night to hang between us like you owe me anything."

"I wasn't talking about that night, Nathan." She shakes her head slightly and he notices the sincerity behind her eyes. Lou takes a deep breath. "I know my dad and grandpa can be overly harsh and I've watched you deal with them with a gentle steadiness, which makes a difference. Plus," she nods her head towards the barn. "You've made my sister happier than I've seen her in years and I, well, I've let her down a couple of times in the last few years, so—Thank you."

Nathan nods. "Yeah," he says softly. Still surprised at her kind words, he doesn't know what else to say other than, "You're welcome."

The screen door screeching open interrupts the moment. "Okay, Mom!" Katie and Lyndy walk into the kitchen. "We set the table outside."

"Thank you, girls." She walks to the fridge and starts pulling out food. "Nathan, do you want to stay for dinner? It's just leftovers, but Jack, Tim, and Lisa are gone, so at least it's simple."

Lyndy walks over to Nathan and looks up at him. He watches a sweet expression form; her eyes twinkle and a small smile appears. "Please stay, Nathan."

Lou and Nathan break into smiles at the same time. His heart melts at Lyndy's request. "Of course, I will," he promises Lyndy. Then he looks up at Lou, "Thanks for the invite."

"Sure." Already on to the next thing, Lou hands Katie some serving plates. "Can you take these out, sweetie? And Lyndy—"

The screen door screeches open again. Voices carry through the entryway before people appear. "I'm really happy with his progress, Amy."

"That's great to hear. Thanks, Scott."

"Scott!" Lou exclaims. "I didn't know you were here. Good to see you."

"You too."

"We were just getting ready to eat. Care to join?"

"I'd love to. I can't say no to a Heartland dinner," Scott teases as he gazes from Lou to Amy. "Why else would I make Heartland my last stop of the day?"

Nathan watches as smiles break out around the kitchen. His gaze focuses on Amy as she places her hand on Scott's shoulder. "You know you're welcome for dinner anytime, Scott."

Amy catches Nathan's gaze. "Uh, Scott. Do you remember Nathan?" Her hand gestures between them. "I think—"

"Oh, wow," Scott reaches a hand out to Nathan and Nathan takes it with a smile. "Nathan Pryce Jr. It's been a minute. This takes me back to high school."

"Hey, Scott." Nathan nods and releases his hand. "Good to see you."

Lou takes a step between them, looking from one man to the other. "You two know each other?"

"Ah, Lou," Scott puts a hand on the small of Lou's back. "I was Nathan's rodeo captain."

She narrows her eyebrows at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You came to practice all the time, Lou."

"I don't remember this—"

Nathan watches their interaction and remembers he had the same reaction to Josh at dinner the other night. He notes the irony and then parts his lips to explain.

"Mommy," Lyndy interrupts. "I'm hungry."

Scott crouches down to meet Lyndy. "Lyndy Borden," He reaches out and starts tickling her. She bursts out laughing. "Did you say you were hungry?"

"Yes! Ahhh!" Lyndy giggles. "You're tickling me!"

"Well, you must be hungry," Scott stops tickling her and gives her a hug. "You're a growing girl," he combs his fingers through her hair and tucks a strand behind her ear. He lowers his voice. Emotions fill his tone as he whispers, "Every time I see you, you're bigger."

Nathan's brow wrinkles as he watches the interaction. He notices a certain love and melancholy in Scott's tone and expression that he can't quite place.

Lyndy holds onto him, keeping him crouched beside her. "I'm going to be eight soon."

As they talk, Lou directs the rest to bring out different food dishes and drink options. Nathan hardly notices the commotion, though, still somewhat transfixed and confused by Scott and Lyndy. He thought Lou and Scott had the most history in the room.

"I know," Scott assures her. He adjusts Lyndy's shirt, realigning it after his tickles had twisted it around. "On September 29th."

Lyndy's eyes grow bigger. "You know my birthday?"

"Hmm," Scott nods. "I know your birthday."

"Lyndy," Amy re-enters the kitchen. "Guys! Dinner is served. Are you coming?"

The Canadian summer night serves as the perfect backdrop for Nathan's first dinner at the ranch. Dishes pass hands and he serves himself, enjoying the company and natural chatter that comes with a bigger family. Even without Jack, Tim, and Lisa, Nathan understands why Scott would rearrange his schedule to have dinner here when he could.

"So, Scott," Lou starts. "You were Nathan's rodeo captain in high school?"

Scott and Nathan glance at each other before answering. "Only for a year. He was a decent bronc rider, even better student."

"Thanks," Nathan takes a sip of water and then his brow furrows. "I think."

"No, no," Scott laughs. "I mean…you're a really good listener. Sure, you had good instincts in the shoot, but from what I remember—you incorporated feedback really well. You listened to, not just me, but the whole coaching team, and took your time to think about how best to do what we advised you to do."

The whole table is silent for a moment at Scott's high praise. After another moment, Nathan recovers and is able to say, "Thanks, Scott."

Lou turns to Amy, and the two share a meaningful look. To avoid noting the irony of how Scott had mentored both Ty and Nathan, they look away from each other. Amy turns to help Lyndy and Lou takes a bite of her pasta salad.

"So, Amy…" Scott fills the silence. "I looked over the upcoming dates for the youth clinic fundraisers you sent me. I think I can make the fall one work."

"Oh, great." She perks up. "Thank you. That means a lot."

The mysterious image of Ty and his youth clinic sends a jolt through Nathan. He tilts his head from side to side, trying to figure it out.

"I didn't know you asked Scott to speak." Lou nudges Amy. "That's actually pretty perfect."

"I'm happy to," Scott shares.

"Why?" Nathan blurts out before he can help himself. When everyone looks at him in surprise, he watches Amy's eye drift down. He tries to recover gently. "I mean…sorry," he catches himself. Then, his expression softens along with his tone of voice. "Why is it perfect for Scott to speak?"

"Oh, sorry," Lou starts, "Scott was also a foster kid and he was really close to Ty, so—" She stops and looks at Scott.

Nathan turns from Lou to Amy. "What?"

"It's not a big deal." Scott takes a drink of water before turning to Nathan and explaining. "I, uh, was one of Lou and Amy's Mom's strays. Marion took me in when I was in high school with you guys and I had nowhere to go and she taught me about horses. Years later she did the same thing for Amy's husband Ty." Nathan nods in the information he already knew about Ty. "I obviously stayed close to the family and ended up bonding with Ty and mentoring him as a vet throughout most of his time at Heartland. So, Amy asked me to speak because I'm close to both foster youth and Ty."

"Ah, okay." Nathan blinks in the information. "That makes more sense."

He turns to Amy. She notices the hurt in his expression, he notices the regret in hers. "Sorry," she whispers.

"Yeah…" he responds under his breath. "You could have said something at Josh's."

Amy turns further towards him, blocking off the rest of the table. "I didn't want Ty to interfere with our night."

He shakes his head. His eyelids drift down and he adjusts his napkin as a distraction.

"Oh," Scott's gaze darts between Amy and Nathan. "Wow. You two?"

Lou breaks into a wide smile. She gives Scott a playful nudge. "I said the same thing!"

Scott engages with Lou, sharing a smile between them. "Really?"

"Okay," Amy reaches for the bread basket, purposely blocking off Lyndy and Katie. "Kids at the table."

Katie looks up from the drawing with Lyndy that she picked up to distract her from the conversation almost as soon as they all sat down. "We didn't hear anything. We working on drawing the barn at sunset."

As the rest of the table turns to praise Lyndy's art skills, Nathan's face falls.

Suddenly he questions whether his time building trust and a bond with Amy at their birch tree spot mattered at all…especially when he could so easily feel left out of the loop in casual family dinners and upcoming meaningful events.

[ghostly-penumbra]

Father and Sons

Ao3 FFN

Summary: Clockwork is Danny's loving, adoptive grandpa. Time is the Endless' neglectful father. They are one and the same.

Chapter One: First Meeting

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Dream of the Endless stepped into his father's realm and found himself alone. Neither Dream of the Cats nor Hope Beautiful Lost Nebula had come with him. This wouldn't affect him, he would carry on.

He walked down the sprawling garden and stumbled then upon a young boy wearing his father's sygil in a purple cloak, not unlike one his father might use when seen by humans.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him, the tilted watering can still spilling its content with no end in sight.

"Uh… hello?" He asked tentatively, the can still tipped. "May I help y—?"

"Who are you?" Dream asked bluntly, straightforward, looking at this child whose identity and dreams were blurred to him, being from a different time period than him, and his father's realm not being a Soft Place nor Dream's jurisdiction.

"Oh! That's- I'm… not supposed to just give my name to strangers." He trailed off, and finally straightened the watering can. "I'll… go get my grandpa." He turned and flew away, giving the perplexed Lord Shaper one last look before vanishing from sight.

"Dream." His father's voice had him turn around and there he was, shifting in shape through ages.

A toddler, a child, an old man, a younger man, if time could truly be described as a man, but always, invariably, with a jagged scar going across his eye.

Next to him stood the boy, looking between father and son with green eyes full of human curiosity, but ultimately leaning towards Dream's father with ease.

"What do you want?" His father asked as his beard vanished to give way to a toddler's impassive face. "You only come here if you want something."

"Can't a son see his father with no motive other than to wish him well?" He asked instead of answering.

This was unscripted. As it often did with his father, being in his presence was to step in loops and whorls of someone else's design, leaving Dream wrong-footed, regardless of where he stepped.

But for that same reason a strange child trailing after his father and referring to him as 'his grandpa' would not deter him from what he had come here for.

It did make him wonder, though…

"Of course you can," Father Time was saying, "but you never do. If any of you or your siblings visit is because you need my help."

"Siblings?! How many children do you have?" The boy almost shouted in what he seemed to believe was a whisper.

Dream turned his gaze upon him, the intense cosmos in his eyes having him shrink, abashedly, behind his father's figure once again.

Dream's father closed his eyes for one second – or a dozen. Or a year, or seventy, or a century – and then opened them again and turned his head towards his companion. "Seven." Was all he said.

"Damn!"

And against anything Dream would have thought, his father smiled, small but genuine. Fond.

"As you well know, I am older than dust."

They were making their way through the garden, where some plants grew and flourished or perished or even returned to seeds as Time approached them, and his father picked two apples, one of which he handed to the boy – who was now floating after Father Time –, and the other he offered to Dream.

"I'm not hungry."

"You will be."

Dream disregarded his father's remark and ignored the proffered fruit, even as the boy happily bit into his own.

"I wasn't travelling alone." Dream said. "Why am I the only one here?"

"You were planning on bringing your friends, uninvited, to my domain, son?" His father asked, his youthful face at odds with the rotting fruit in his hands.

"Not friends, no. A cat, who is also me. And a girl."

His father held a hand to his forehead and sighed, before looking back up at Dream whilst he handed the fresh apple to… his grandson.

"What do you want, Dream?"

"Help me, father. Help me."

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[Chapter Two]