#( int: lena )

[liljakonvalj]

Jag när Lena-Pia Bernhardsson (OG Mara) dök upp i dagens avsnitt som Skogsrået:

[s4ray]

“ I will protect you. ” - I'd never lie to you I'd kill yiling patriarch again for you🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 so this is from mr righteous xxc

 there were way too many metaphors to be mentioned about this . a lamb offering the wolf security , a man with his head inside a lion's mouth and whispering he'll protect the lion while his neck bleeds . xue yang can't settle for any , he chooses to create something worse than a hostile lion in his head and simply , call it xue yang . he wants to laugh at xingchen until his lungs ache , wants to break his pretty jaw , and all he can do it sit behind the campfire and stare at xingchen's sickly sweet smile like he's been punched in the gut .

 it seems to him , the pale cultivator had found the strategy with which he could defeat something terrible like a lion . he seems to have come to conclusion that tenderness was a greater weapon than his sword , and it was — it leaves xue yang speechless .

 he mentioned a man from his past just once during the dinner , because the brat was whining about a guy who got touchy with her and she had to run before taking all his money . ‘ you're nothing special , brat , we all went through that . so shut up and eat your rabbit meat . ‘ and if a-qing is really blind , she couldn't aim for his wounded knee that precisely and hit him so hard . his knee still throbbed , xingchen hasn't let go of the little story he told to scare a-qing . whether it was the truth or him bragging about his clever ways of getting rid of touchy men , it didn't matter , what mattered was that it horrified the kid . he didn't want to worry xingchen , he genuinely didn't . ❛ . . . daozhang . you always remember everything . ah . ❜   with an annoyed huff and roll of his eyes , xue yang leaned back against the board . toying with the stick he used to eat his meat with , and keeping his gaze low even though xingchen wasn't able to see how ashamed he was . ❛ i don't need protection . i need your piece of meat . i need energy to get better yeah ? are you going to let me starve to death ? huh , daozhang ? give me your food , i will tell you a better story if you do . ❜  while he rambles , he's crawling closer to the older man . sitting beside him on the step , nudging his thinner arm with his , a little harshly to make him sway . playfulness swimming in dark eyes , eagerly smirking , waiting for xingchen's kindness again . ❛ do you like snakes ? hm ? i'm going to tell you a story about snakes . ❜

[2heir]

��� i thought you’d like some company. ❜ - from Zhijian/not wwx 😣

 he started seeing him after a week had passed from that day . that day he was staring at the emptiness of the height wei wuxian had fallen from , he couldn't see the bottom , he didn't try to . he didn't even move after jiang left . . . for a long time he was trying to hear something ; whatever , anything , just a sign . a week had passed , and he started showing up . wangji was too stunned to speak at first , tightening his grasp around his pale sword when the man tried to step closer . ‘ are you okay ? ‘ , and wangji had stopped doubting the stability of his mental health when he saw some kid bump into this man and apologize . they saw him too , he existed , he was solid and breathing and smiling like a bleeding wound on wangji's chest . it's turned into a holy ritual — for hanguang-jun anyway . to come here , to sit by the man near the lake and leave after he left . he barely spoke , he didn't speak at all if you ignore his small responses to the questions the stranger asked . he relied on the man's intelligence after he mumbled something about look alikes , and death , and since then they didn't talk about it . he was allowed to stare , allowed to sit here and wait for the stranger on the time they've accepted to see each other . even though he was late . . . wangji was brushing tips of his cold fingers on the smooth strings when he heard the man's playful timbre . his smile was ethereal , or just breathtaking because wangji was missing it . he gets on his feet to greet the man , bowing his head slightly . ❛ you're late today . ❜  it doesn't carry any sort of accusations nor impatience though it might be slightly colored with desperation and relief . zhijian didn't behave like wei ying most of the time but nothing can wipe the similarities of flesh whenever he smiled or laughed . even the mole under his bottom lip that wangji had caught himself glancing at so many times .

[r4bidog]

there's more to the story, isn't there? - from Jihwa, MWAH MWAH MWAH ♥ love seeing him back, love the new url, my favourite doggy~

 restless , barely stopping the bouncing of his leg for one minute when one of the guards hisses at him to stop it . he stares at the woman with a smile that suggests nothing but violence ; how could it not ? when he was covered in bruises , when his lip was split and his finger broken . still throbbing in pain , adding to his discomfort . the story of the murders that happened around manyang wasn't even on the list of the things he had to worry about , nor the girl that died which he lied about being friends with . what was her name again ? was she a highschooler ? she opens the pink file , reads about his past experiences with crime . it must be some dusty records that choi mujin had forgotten to destroy when he recruited him . when he gathered a boy from the streets because he wasn't about to go back home even if mujin told him no .

 dongcheon wasn't too much , but the streets were . . . it was too hard . so he had to stay exactly where he was and not let a tiny town bring him down from his throne of gold . a tiny town and its tiny police toys . he shifts in his seat and closes his eyes , his leg still bouncing and she reads through his file ; neck arching , facing the ceiling with closed eyes . when her voice reaches his ears he doesn't sit straighter but his mouth tugs in a bigger grin . ❛ i don't think that pretty head of yours is ready to listen to the real story . ❜  getting inside dongcheon was just the start of his miserable life , and before that , he wasn't a living thing . just a punching bag — but dongcheon made him into a stray with mind , with bare teeth , with a loud voice . eventually , sitting better , staring at her with the same smile as he lets his hands rest on his lap . ❛ listen , jagiya , you get back to your own little murder story and leave my big city crimes alone . how much do you want , to let go of me ? ❜  the cops he bought with money might as well become the permanent guests of his table . if he himself was present in it anyway . ❛ a beach house in jeju ? a penthouse in seoul ? cars ? ❜

[unmak3r]

for helena adair. @ada1r

she peels an apple in her hand absently, the knife having been conjured into existence moments prior; and then realises she has been staring. kelerel blinks her eyes, purple hues (spells of conjuring) giving way to the green hues of her detection spells ... crowding forward in her pupils as they press to the forefront. "forgive me for staring, you bear a resemblance to my dear sister," she speaks of vida, who had returned to ithrea in the months gone. instead of disengaing, kel continues with a genuine query ... "do you know where i could find cheap lodgings in town, or nearby?" she's wandered these lands for the last twelve years and yet still had not seen it all. she can conjure herself a shelter, but it grows taxing and oft incurs annoying questions ... or worse ... from the locals.

[avalior]

lyric starter / accepting

“We don’t have to talk.”

@chronal-anomaly​ | we don’t have to dance

[wristful]

you’ve been acting strange since this morning. / lena.

" define strange? " lena asks without looking up from the lab reports; it's all promising stuff and backed up by test data from tokyo that really she needs to sit down and go through herself. that's hard to do in the deo but she's making it work. one of the key distractions is standing, talking, less than two feet away in a giant red cape and impractical boots; i saw lex last night, she almost confesses. i flew to strykers and i saw him and i don't know what to do about the fact i don't hate him.

" -- just a bad dream. nothing to worry about. "

[rcmandaniels-archive]

“Case by case dissection, maybe, but you’re either a good person or you’re not, in the end.” It wasn’t that Roman intentionally made things seem like they were all black and white, despite the bluntness of his statements, he was just raised to speak how he felt. And when it came to how people treated each other, how their experiences were shaped, that was his opinion. He was born scowling, as his mum liked to point out, and the accident changed him, sure, in a way it would anyone. Physically, emotionally, mentally. But he was a prerequisite for a lifetime of cynicism, regardless if he got into that van or not that night. There was no excuse for him being a dick, it was in his DNA. He was just self aware of it, whereas some people liked to blame their parents or their trauma or other things when it was just them. Roman didn’t know how to continue the conversation about sex tapes without seeming either creepy or like he was hitting on this poor woman, or a gross combination of the two. “Well the ones we’ve heard about worked out in their favor, in the end.” He mused, finding some sort of middle ground. Whole careers built off someone sharing something intimate and private. “Which is shitty of us, really. Morbid curiosity creating celebrity.” Like how Amethyst’s album sales skyrocketed after…He let out a shaky breath. “Well, I hope they get what they deserve.” He said, of the topic of discussion of the table next to them.

☆ @lenayener

"You really don't think that's true?" Curious to hear a little further on his opinion of that, she'd pulled her attention away from the drama momentarily to glance at her gossip companion. "I agree, sometimes people are just natural born assholes. I've learned the hard way that compassion isn't something everyone possesses." Which, was something Lena knew wasn't special to just herself. Just about everyone had bad experiences in life with a shit human that shaped them in one way or another. She saw the moment he tensed at her tease and immediately became curious, which didn't necessarily subside when he smiled. There was something more there, Lena just wasn't sure how nosy she should be in one day. One sitting. "Well, we only hear about the ones that leak. I think they're fun but you've got to keep them somewhere safe." Or make them, watch them later with said partner, and then get rid of them yourselves. The fun seemed to stem from the act more than anything else.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 14

True to Lena's plan, while the paparazzi on site hounds them for information on Kara, the rest of the world is too taken by the new song to speculate much on who Lena's *current* beau is.

Kara proves to be little more than an escort, following Lena from event to interview to even a hospital to visit the childrens ward. Even so, Kara doesn't mind. She has no thirst for the spotlight at her age, and is content to let Lena be front and center.

At the hospital, however, as she's lurking out of sight from the press cameras (legitimate press, looking for staged candids for the hospital's future use), Kara feels a tug on the hem of her shirt. Looking down, a frail little girl trailing a tattered blanket stares up at her.

"Can you read me a story?"

Without hesitation, Kara reaches for the girl's hand, and they manage to find a relatively isolated corner to huddle in. With a skinny children's book in her hand and the little girl tucked against her side, Kara reads aloud in a low voice, doing her best not to draw attention to herself.

Her efforts are for naught. When she glances up towards the final pages of the book, Lena's gaze is locked upon her, her gaze warm with something indecipherable. Upon being caught staring, she smiles, and cocks an eyebrow to check in. Kara nods, and Lena, satisfied, returns to the gaggle of kids crowded in around her for photos.

Lena is wrangled into a standing meeting with her mother once the children are returned to their nurses and caretakers, leaving Kara to linger on the periphery. To her surprise, Jess is the first to approach.

"Hi!" Jess chirps softly. "Lena has a few friends in town, and they want to take her out tonight before we fly out tomorrow."

Kara's eyebrows lift. "Okay...."

Jess leans in conspiratorially. "My guess is she'll invite you, but by out I mean clubs, bottle service, etc."

At that, realization dawns. "Ah. Thanks for the warning."

She won't mind declining, or spending an evening alone, especially in Paris. As eager to spend as much time with Lena as possible, she's loathe to infringe on Lena's time with friends--

"I don't suppose you brought anything.... appropriate?" Jess continues. "For the club, I mean."

Kara blinks, then barks a laugh. "Hah, no."

Jess nods, grinning. "Thought as much. I can pick up a few options for you, if you'd like..."

After a moment's consideration, Kara nods, smile growing on her face. "I'd appreciate that, thank you."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all! It'll be in your room by the time you get back this evening--"

"Jess?" Kara cuts in, a thought occuring to her. "Could you also pick up some workout gear for me? And maybe... keep all of it a surprise?"

The young woman brightens. "Sure-- do you prefer looser clothes, or more form fitting."

"Tight on the bottom, loose on top, if you can mange it?"

Jess makes a note on her phone, nodding. "Got it." She winks. "We'll put the rack directly in your suite."

"Thank you, Jess, truly."

"Oh," Jess grins, "it's my pleasure."

----

Lena approaches her shortly after, head tilted with an imminent check-in. "Doing okay?"

Kara nods. "Of course. Jess has been taking good care of me."

"Good," Lena purrs. She leans against Kara's chest, kissing her languidly. "I have a question for you."

Guessing it has something to do with the information Jess had imparted early, Kara feigns curiosity. "Uh huh?"

"I'm planning to go out with some friends tonight. Would you.... want to come?"

Kara acts out a thorough consideration of the prospect. In the end, she hedges. "Can I think about it?"

Lena nods. "Of course. And no worries if you'd prefer to take advantage of the time alone. I know this week has been..."

"Wonderful," Kara fills in, bringing a smile to Lena's face.

"Yes," she agrees, "but also a lot. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to decompress."

With a nod, Kara leans in and kisses her again. "I appreciate that."

---

Lena's day continues until well into the evening, with the final interview wrapping up just before nine. Only the thought of seeing Lena in a new environment, with people who were not her mother, keeps Kara from groaning at the thought that the night was really only just beginning.

They split upon returning to the hotel penthouse, intent on refreshing with their own showers. When she steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, Kara makes her way to the rolling rack of clothes standing next to the closet.

She bypasses the workout clothes, noting only that Jess had fulfilled her request to a tee. The other half of the rack takes more consideration. Hanger after hanger displays dress after dress, all short, all glitzy. Lifting one of the hangars, Kara holds it against herself in front of the mirror, studiously regarding the figure staring back at her.

This is going to be interesting, she thinks to herself. Then she grins. No, this is going to be *fun*.

An hour later, Kara's putting on her shoes when she hears a soft knock on the door joining her suite with Lena's. "It's open," she calls.

"Hey," Lena issues quietly as she edges into the room. "Just checking in, have you made a decision about..."

Lena's words fall away as Kara rises from the edge of the bed, pulling herself up to her full height-- plus another four inch heels now strapped to her feet. Her hair is loose around her shoulders in waves that glint in the light, and her dress is short and layered with gold fringes.

Kara hasn't looked this good since college, and she feels the difference. She feels sexy, and powerful, and *thrilled* that Lena clearly sees it too.

"Oh," the younger woman breathes. Lena herself is clad in a rhinstone studded mauve dress. It comes to mid-thigh, but hugs every curve of Lena's body like a glove. Her sleek black hair is up in a high pony, the tail straight and shimmery. But her eyes are on Kara, and nothing else.

Kara slowly struts towards Lena with a sultry smile. "Does your offer still stand?"

Lena blinks, dazzled by Kara's beaded fringes. "Huh?"

Reaching out with one hand, Kara tilts Lena's chin up to meet her eyes. "Up here," she says quietly.

"Right. Sorry. Just--" Lena clears her throat. She shakes herself out of her daze. "I guess you're coming."

"If you'll have me."

Lena grins. "I'll have you right here if you'll let me..."

"I think I've been hogging you enough lately," Kara returns. "I wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting."

Even so, Kara takes Lena's hips with both hands, tugging her close enough for a kiss. Lena moans.

"Fuck 'em."

Kara chuckles. "I think that would make a bad impression."

Lena looks at her for a long moment. "You really want to meet them, don't you?"

Brow furrowing, Kara nods. "Of course." She pauses. "Is.... that okay?"

Lena's smile warms. "Yeah. It's just... new." Before Kara can ask what that means, Lena steps free, snapping her clutch shut. "Let's get out of here."

---

The club is glamorous, and clearly catering to a high end crowd. There's a cordoned area for paparazzi, allowing both photographs and unobstructive ingress to the establishment. When Kara slides out of the SUV, she's careful to immediately twitch her skirt down so as not to give the tabloids something new to talk about.

As always, she lets Lena set the pace. Lena takes her hand and leads the way into the club. Her free hand lifts towards the paparazzi as they walk the roped sidewalk to the building, in a wave or to shield her eyes or hide her face, Kara isn't sure. Before she could decide whether to do the same, the door opens to admit them, releasing a wave of music and voices from within.

When the door closes behind them, Lena takes a moment to scan the crowd. No one seems to recognize her, or, more likely, don't care. It allows Kara's gaze to catch on a tall, slender brunette at a both in the back, standing on the bench seat and waving them over.

Kara nudges Lena and points. Lena nods. "That's us!" she calls over the din. "Let's go!"

Lena tugs her through the crowd, and Kara soon finds herself watching as Lena throws her arms around the brunette. The hug is tight but brief, before Lena turns to pull Kara closer. "This is Sam!"

Sam thrusts her hand out, gripping Kara's hand firmly as she leans forward. "Kara! Nice to meet you!"

"And this is Jack!" Lena continues. "And Veronica-- who invited you?"

"Fuck you too!" Veronica returns easily. She eyes Kara up and down. "You're hot! Wanna dance?"

In an instant, Lena's arm loops through Kara's. "Sorry, taken! Bye!"

And then, Lena leads her back to the dance floor. Kara doesn't have the presence of mind to be upset at the introductions being cut short-- not with the way Lena's body soon moves against hers. Her movments aren't choreographed, but they may as well be with how quickly it melts Kara's insides.

For her own part, Kara struggles to find the beat. She eventually tries to mimic the bodies around her, but remains a half beat out of tempo until Lena gently grabs her wrists and guides Kara's hands to her hips.

It's too loud to even attempt to talk, but Lena's actions speak loudly enough. Her body moves sinuously, her hands resting atop Kara's, and with their bodies pressed together, Kara finds herself falling into step with her partner's. Soon, all that exists is the heat of Lena's body, the pulse of the heavy music, and the scent of Lena's perfume.

They dance for two songs before Lena calls a time out. They return to the booth only long enough to collect the others, before they all relocate to a second floor Kara hadn't noticed, where there's just enough air for Kara to hear herself think.

"We're gonna talk," Sam says, leaning in to murmur in her ear. "Later."

There's no malice in her voice, which prompts Kara to give an easy nod. She looks forward to knowing more about Lena's friends-- even if it means she gets a shovel talk or two.

Once they collapse in a booth, a server takes their orders for drinks and food-- for which Kara is grateful. She doubts the hunger in her belly will be sated by small bites from the bar, but it could perhaps tide her over until she and Lena returned to the hotel.

"Well," Jack says pegging Kara with a pointed look. "After that display, I think we deserve to hear how this happened." He gestures towards the pair of them, and Lena giggles.

"Kara barged into my dressing room," she delivers. Her fingers lace between Kara's under the table as she continues to relate the story of their meeting. When she finishes, Jack whistles.

"Quite the whirlwind for you then," he says to Kara. "How are you holding up?"

"Lena's been taking good care of me," Kara says with a smile. "It's been amazing to see her work."

Lena beams back at her. "You've been amazing." She shoots a look towards Jack. "Don't you dare scare her off."

"Only if you give me a dance, darling."

Lena sighs. "All right. Come on, before the food gets here."

Kara slides out of the booth for Lena to exit, and as she sidles past Lena kisses Kara's cheek. "The things I do for you."

"My hero," Kara grins. Lena isn't at all put out by the idea of dancing with her friend, and for all the warning Lena gave him, he didn't seem to be antagonistic about their relationship. She watches them go, glad that Lena has the chance to reconnect with her friends.

"Kara!" Sam calls. She waves Kara back to the table. "Come sit!"

Kara obeys, only for Veronica to slide out. "I'm going to find the restroom. You two have fun!"

Bracing herself, Kara turns to Sam-- who laughs and waves away her tension. "Relax... I'm not Lena's keeper. She's clearly into you, and you don't seem to be an asshole, so. I'm good."

"You're Sam Arias, right?" Kara asks. She hadn't been sure before in the strobing lights, but sitting so close she now recognizes the actress from some of the movies Esme likes.

Sam nods. "I'm filming in Florence right now, so I figured I'd stop by while I could. Jack has a cover shoot in Vienna, so we figured we'd make a night of it."

Warmth floods Kara's chest. She's seen how hard Lena works, and how solitary she's been since Kara met her. The fact that she has friends willing to bend their schedules to make time for her when they can speaks volumes.

"Mind if I ask you something?" Sam asks. Kara nods for her to continue. "What do you want out of this?"

Sam's not the first to wonder. The difference is that she's asked, rather than assume like Lillian has.

Kara shrugs. "Nothing Lena isn't willing to give." Sam looks at her, waiting for more. "I'm comfortable. I don't want her money, or her fame."

"Then why drop everything to go on tour with her?"

"Being with her makes me happy."

It's a simple truth, but a truth nonetheless. She can return to National City whenever she likes; Lena has placed no pressure on her to stay. But in National City, Kara's thoughts would stay with Lena, so why condemn herself to being stretched between two locations, when she has the freedom and means to simply stay?

"God, that's refreshing," Sam drawls. She takes a sip of her drink before she gives a broad smile.

"Positively saccharine," comes a dry voice from behind Kara, making her jump. She turns to find another tall brunette lurking over her shoulder. This woman's gaze, however, is far sharper than Sam's.

Sam doesn't seem all that surprised to see their visitor. "Andrea," she greets.

"Samantha."

Andrea sits on the edge of the bench, worming her way in so that Kara is forced to scooch to accommodate her.

"What's interesting," Andrea continues, "is that Lena finally found someone who has absolutely no impact on her career."

Though ostensibly that would be a good thing, the relish glinting in the woman's gaze suggests something much darker.

"Before she's chosen industry people. Singers, actors, reps and so forth. The kind of people who, if crossed, could end her career in a heartbeat. Untouchable."

Andrea leers at Kara, her smile tight and predatory. "But you... mmh."

Kara's features settle into a solemn glare, defensive. "What about me?"

"You're nothing," Andrea responds, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. "So when you inevitably break her heart, which you absolutely will..." Andrea leans closer. "I'll be able to absolutely demolish you."

"Funny," says Lena, reaching between them to snag her drink. Her face is flushed, upper lip glistening with sweat, but her features are placid. "If only you had put that much care into our relationship *before* it ended."

Andrea blanches slightly, but her features remained solidly antagonistic. "Skimming the gutter, are you, Lena?"

"And happier than during the two years I spent with you," Lena returns smoothly. "Imagine that."

"Get lost, Rojas," Veronica drawls, approaching from the other direction. Andrea is cornered, and she knows it.

She rises stiffly. Moving to leave, she pauses at Lena's shoulders. "Lena--"

Lena scowls. "Please leave."

Andrea hesitates a moment more, but ultimately decides now was neither the time or place to push further. She leaves, and Lena watches her leave with a glower on her face, before she settles onto the bench seat next to Kara.

"Ignore whatever she said to you," Lena says stiffly.

Kara softens. "She cares about you."

"She doesn't get to," comes the sharp retort. "Not anymore."

The message is clear-- Lena does not want to discuss Andrea Rojas.

The mood lightens as Lena's friends expertly steer the conversation away from Andrea's interruption. It's not long until Lena's hackles ease, and she's once more laughing and having fun. Kara relaxes as well, accepting every one of Lena's invitations to dance.

When they leave, it's at Lena's request. Kara's surprised-- Lena's trademark energy still relatively untapped-- until Lena captures her gaze with a heady one of her own. They're on the dance floor when it happens, and Lena leans in to shout into Kara's ear.

"Wanna get out of here?!"

Kara hesitates only a moment, conscious of how Sam and Jack had crossed international borders to see Lena, before she sees Sam not too far off. The brunette's features are astute and smirking, confirming the she understands-- and approves-- exactly what Lena intends.

Before she nods, Kara turns her head to capture Lena's lips as she pulls away. She kisses Lena deeply and soundly, and when she breaks away Lena lists after her. Heavy eyes look up at her, dazed and hungry for more.

"What about your friends?"

"Sam says I've been eye-fucking you all night," Lena calls back. "I'd rather be fucking you for real." She grins. "Respectfully!"

Kara laughs, the sound lost in the music. "Uh huh," she says, mostly to herself. "Then let's go!"

Lena waves at her friends, earning cheeky grins from all three in return. Kara's surprised to see the time is already past 2am. Her blood buzzes in her veins, arousal and anticipation electrifying her nerves.

Kara enters the suv at Lena's slight push, which means when Lena climbs in she plants herself firmly in Kara's lap, hiking up her skirt to straddle Kara's thighs.

"You are so hot tonight," Lena murmurs. "I couldn't keep my eyes off you." She grins. "I wasn't the only one."

Kara blinks. She hadn't sensed anyone staring at her. Then again, she hadn't paid much attention to anyone but Lena.

"I didn't notice."

"I know," Lena purrs, leaning down. Her tongue laves across Kara's throat, before she engulfs all of her senses in a searing kiss. "So fucking hot...."

Kara glances frantically towards the front, hesitant to put on a show for anyone but Lena, but finds that the driver has already rolled up the privacy screen. Kara doubts the screen provides any amount of soundproofing, but it's enough for her to slide her hand under Lena's hitched skirt, cupping a bare ass cheek in her palm.

"Fuck," Kara groans. Her groin tightens, warming with arousal that leaks past her own thong. "Lena--"

"Let me, baby," Lena murmurs beside her ear. She suckles the column of Kara's neck, even as her hand deftly delves under Kara's dress. "I'm gonna make you feel so good..."

Expert fingers find Kara's clit and pause, pressing gently against the throbbing bud. Lena's fingers are warm, but still cooler than the heat between Kara's legs. She curses again, hips bucking ever so slightly.

"Not so fast," Lena croons. "I want you to enjoy this."

Kara's breaths are already coming hard and fast, as her higher brain functions swiftly cease to function. She grunts, pulling a smile to Lena's lips.

Long fingers slide tenderly across Kara's arousal-slicked opening, circling almost carelessly-- except Kara understands Lena knows exactly what she's doing.

"I want you to wait," Lena whispers. "Can you do that for me? Can you wait until we get to the hotel?"

Kara's teeth grind, lassoing any shred of self control she has left, even as Lena's fingers dip between her labia. She enters almost enough for Kara's walls to grip her fingers, but Lena is quick to react, withdrawing before Kara to gain any purchase.

"Answer me," Lena says.

"Y-yes," Kara stammers. "I-- I can wait-- ungh!"

A high, pitiful sound escapes from Kara's throat, wild and unexpected. She feels her cheeks tingle, and knows they would have turned a vivid red if she weren't already red from the exertion of the club.

Lena kisses her, long and slow and deep. As she does, a fingernail lightly catches on Kara's clit, making her gasp. She tastes the warm air and alcohol from Lena's breath, savoring it for a short moment before another stroke of Lena's fingers makes her huff in frustration.

"You're doing so good," Lena tells her. Her free hand strokes Kara's breast, teasing her through the dress until her nipple hardens and stands at attention. "Oh my god, Kara-- you are so beautiful..."

Kara moans plaintively. "I-- I wanna touch you... more--"

"Not yet," Lena chides. She rests their foreheads together, even as she continues her ministrations under Kara's dress. "Do you know what I'm going to do when I get you upstairs?"

Kara grunts, gasping for breath. She's on the verge of coming, and has to force her inner walls to relax lest she climax right then and there.

"I'm going lay you down on my bed," Lena continues, scissoring her fingers inside Kara and smiling sweetly when Kara squirms. "I'm going to lay you down, and then I'm going to ask you to spread your knees as far as you can. I'm going to make you stretch for me...."

Kara's thighs tense under Lena's, hungry in anticipation. Lena leans in close then, speaking low into Kara's ear.

"And then I'm going to put my mouth on you." Teeth scrape Kara's earlobe, sensitizing it for when Lena makes another pass, this time nibbling sharply. Kara throws her head back hard enough to bounce off the headrest.

"Would you like that, baby?" Lena asks, smiling languidly. "Do you want me to lick you dry? Suck on your clit until-- uh uh," comes a stern warning.

Lena withdraws her hand just before Kara climaxes. Kara gives a shuddering sigh, grateful even as she resents the sudden stillness. Her core gapes, walls flexing in search of something, anything to grip.

"You promised," Lena reminds her.

Kara nods, breathless. "S-sorry," she gasps.

"Shhhh," Lena soothes. Her hand returns, playing idly with Kara's clit. "You're doing amazing, baby."

She retracts her fingers again, less cruelly this time, and lifts them to Kara's mouth. Understanding her intent, Kara kisses Lena's slick fingertips, then parts her lips in invitation.

Lena carefully inserts her first and middle fingers, and Kara lets her tongue curl around them. The salt of her own arousal only heightens her senses further, and the pleasure in Lena's features only makes Kara want to perform perfectly, whatever Lena asks of her.

"I--I want...."

"Tell me," Lena murmurs. "Tell me what you want..."

Before Kara can find the coherence to answer, the car slows to a long stop. Lena's eyes flick up to glance out the back window. With a smile, Lena bends back down to capture Kara's lips in a soft kiss.

"You made it," she says. "We're at the hotel."

Lena wipes her damp fingers across her dress to dry them, then clasps Kara's hand and all but drags her out. If there are paparazzi waiting for them outside the building, Kara doesn't see them. She doesn't register much of anything until her dress is a pile on the floor, and Lena pushes her gently backwards. Her legs fold against the edge of the bed, and she sits with a thump.

"Lay back, baby."

Lena kneels, long ponytail spilling over one shoulder. "Let me take care of you."

And oh, does she.

Kara comes in moments, but Lena doesn't relent. She suckles Kara's clit, and licks ardently, endlessly, until Kara comes again and again.

She doesn't relent until Kara breathlessly pats somewhere near Lena's head, unsure if she actually makes contact. Nevertheless, Lena disengages and crawls over Kara, gazing down into her eyes with satisfaction and adoration.

"Worth the wait?"

Kara mutters a curse. She reaches up to snag Lena by the edge of her jaw, pulling her down to a deep, languid kiss.

"Do that again," Kara warns, "and there's no guarantee I won't explode on the spot, if that's my reward."

Lena beams.

"That was so hot. You-- Lena, I...." Suddenly, Kara's brain catches up to her. "Why are you still dressed?"

"I was a little busy..." Lena grins. Her chin is still slicked with arousal, which she wipes salaciously with her fingers.

"Fuck that," Kara growls. She fumbles for the zipper behind Lena's neck, but doesn't find one. "Off... off, off, off."

"Easy, tiger..." Lena casually reaches under her arm, and undoes the side zipper. Then Kara is treated to the sight of Lena peeling the dress up and over her head. Her boots, at least, are already off, leaving Lena utterly, delectably bare.

Lena tilts her head in a tantalyzing tease. She leans down, and the end of her ponytail tickles the hollow of Kara's throat. "How do you want me?"

"I want you so wet I could drown in you," Kara murmurs. Lena's cheeks heat in a ready flush. Carefully, Kara repositions them so that she was the one straddling Lena. She rubs the top of her thigh between Lena's legs, earning her a sweet mewling as Lena wriggles down to try and increase the pressure.

Rather than tease, Kara plants her knee in the mattress, a grounding rod for Lena to grind against.

"What do you need?" Kara asks simply.

"Drawer," Lena says breathlessly. "Under the scarf. There's a-- ngh, jeezus."

Now it's Lena's turn to be frustrated, and Kara finds that she enjoys the picture she paints. She enjoys it very much.

Kara gamely pushes off the mattress and pads over to the short dresser on the far wall. Fishing under the aforementioned scarf, she pulls out a dildo already fitted to a harness.

Lifting an eyebrow, Kara lets it dangle from her finger by one strap, shooting Lena a suspicious glance.

"Planning ahead, were we?"

Lena gives a cheesy grin. "Can never be too prepared," she teases. Her own eyebrow lifts in challenge. "Think you're up for it?"

Kara crosses back to the bed with dildo in hand. Lena returns to her back, and gazes up at Kara with eyes glazed by desire. She inhales sharply when Kara presses the shaft of the dildo between her legs.

"Tell me what you like," Kara urges, her voice low. She kisses her way up Lena's sternum, the licks the hollow of a slender throat. When she pulls back, Lena whimpers. "Tell me."

"I want you," Lena starts, her eyes hooded with want, "to hold me down, and fuck me senseless."

An all new wave of desire floods Kara, making her insides quake. She leans in close to Lena's ear, and feels her partner's breath catch.

"Challenge accepted."

[revalition]

OCTOBER 17 - PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT Flex powerful muscles. Enjoy healthy organs.

Coach Physical Instrument!! This guy has lots of great dialogue... but his design isn't that interesting to me. and I struggle with buff people haha. look at his weird... trapezoid head. I wanted to incorporate a way for him to emote a bit better but that will have to be a project for later. I love him very much anyway though

(also it is just barely past midnight, it definitely still counts as october 17 shhh)

as usual lots of quotes under the cut!

coach quotes:

this is a godly check lol. thanks for the commentary coach...

poor coach

this one is so funny

harry talking back to coach is always funny

this one is my favourite.

coach noooo. had to include the awful dialogue option he opens up too haha

he loves his prybar <3

coach knows... this is when interviewing klaasje, so decently early on

mmm... discus

coach's comment isn't even dependent on failing the ency check, he'll say it regardless. though you can only ask lena if you look like a dweeb if the ency check fails haha. sorry man, harry is absolutely a dweeb...

I mean, I think encyclo does...

phys int taking any opportunity to dig at kim's bad eyesight is ridiculous. there's several but I can only have so many screenshots...

his worst nightmare 😔

he's so stupid (this heals morale)

good to know coach has his priorities sorted out. you heard him -- it's intellectually stimulating to talk to buff men

fist bump!!

he's so, so disappointed if you leave titus hanging. (I am too)

I find it a bit funny that this doesn't do any morale damage. Harry loses morale over far less... maybe he just doesn't care if coach calls him lazy and bad.

this guy *cannot* sit still. stop it coach, harry needs this bath

he's so stupid

holds the idiots in my hands so gently... theyre all so stupid...

thank you physical instrument. this is also the only time he says your name - super important

he knows :(

much much love for the three skills who will store the blue spirits as a sellable item for you. (if coach doesn't fire, logic will store it, and if logic fails too then volition does it)

he gets *so* excited. I love it

him calling it 'The Wonder' noooo

coach is so funny. i love when harry's choices are so biased haha

why is he so stupid?

this one always kills me. there is *so little* insight into what these guys are doing in there! but savvy is pushing other skills outta the way for this <333 he's brave to push past coach haha. what's he at the front of? is savvy actually small or just in comparison to coach...? hehe

we're out of screenshot room but can't forget this classic:

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Yes, this man is definitely one of the homos, I've seen them homos with my own eyes.

other fun facts! there are too many good coach quotes :(((

- he's the only one to call Inland Empire dreamer! - electrochemistry calls coach a sinewy idiot! - calls you Harry just once, but son 26 times, boy 3 times, champ 3 times, officer once... - physical instrument is confirmed compromised... - he never says 'Kim', only lieutenant - my spreadsheet has him at a moderate swear score of 6/10 because I didn't factor in how many time he says goddamn... oops

ok that's it for physical instrument!! tomorrow... it will be extremely hard to pick only 30 quotes :(((

[2heir]

 ›  ( accepting ; ☁️ )  * / ah , you aren't heartless after all . ── @mythvoiced

 the child giggles at the way she's crooked the headband on his forehead . and wangji smiles , easily , lets her rest her little head on his shoulder before he hands her back to the mother . they are going to need some explanation from the cultivators after the recent lake monster attack , but for now the child had stopped crying and eventually stopped clinging to wangji . his smile had disappeared when one of the students speaks , letting his gaze remain on the boat others were fixing on the water to take the back to the cloud recesses . for a moment he wanted to ignore wenzhe and let him believe he's not heard him in the first place . but while he's fixing the headband with cold fingers , he mumbles ; ❛ i don't know what you mean by heartless . ❜  he knows , he knows because he's heard them whisper . wangji pretends , they don't know that he hears everything and everyone . wenzhe means his silence , wenzhe is addressing his lack of response to the cruelty that he's seen around him . straightening up with hands firmly held behind himself , wenzhe must have been tired of waiting for a response and left him alone . it happens , wangji can't say he'd like him to stay and converse , but he can tell the boy was awfully interested in trying to find a crack in the ice .

[cjwelford-archive]

CJ shrugged. “Iunno, they all have dumb names that feature like ranch-hands and stuff. There’s like a section in Walmart,” He explained, remembering how he accidentally came upon such books when he got lost in the superstore last time he accompanied his sister there. He laughed at the name, snorting at the pun, glad someone else appreciated the genius that was pun-based humor. “The Pulitzer, right.” He repeated with a nod, having no idea what it was. It sounded like a brand of juicer you’d purchase on one of those late night teleshopping channels. “I like rap music. That’s kinda like poetry.” 

☆ @lenayener

When it came to speaking about literature and art it wasn't difficult to distract Lena. She'd easily drop most conversations to fall into those discussions. After all, it was where her heart and soul were. "Which spicy books?" Brow lifted as did her smirk. If there was something spicy to read then she wanted to be in on that too. "Right? What a name... hopefully she got sex-ton." It was a dumb little joke and play on the name but she laughed anyway. "Anne was a poet. Won the Pulitzer and everything. Just devastatingly good. Are you a poetry fan at all?"

[queer-in-a-cornfield]

@story-blossom I’m your @duckblr-secret-santa! Sorry you’re getting your gift a little late, sickness, celebrations, and adhd were conspiring against me lol

Anyway, the gift! In the episode Quack Pack!, I’ve always gotten the implication that other episodes have taken place in that universe that we don’t ever see, so I decided to write one! It takes place in a DT season 1 equivalent, so Della is nowhere to be found and Lena is under Magica’s control. But it’s still Quack Pack of course, so silly shenanigans and laugh tracks abound. (Also tumblr made the formatting a little wonky but I’ll try and fix it up when I post it to AO3)

Story under the cut!

[Fade In]

[Int: McDuck Manor Foyer. Lena is standing by the front door gathering her things after a sleepover, with Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby standing a few feet back. The boys are clumped together while Webby is stood slightly closer to Lena.]

Lena: Thanks for letting me stay the night, guys!

[She turns to pick up her backpack, which is open and showing a magic trick box set.]

Dewey: Oooh, what’s that?

[He points at the box.]

Lena: Oh, uh… I’ve just been… teaching myself some magic tricks. Yeah, magic tricks.

Webby: Ooh, can you show us some?

[Lena fidgets nervously but plays along with it.]

Lena: Uh, okay…. What do you want to see?

[She grabs the box out of her backpack.]

Dewey: Oh, Y’know what would be so cool? You should give us wings!

Huey: Dewey, I don’t think that’s what she means by magic tricks-

Louie: No, no, let’s let him be delusional.

[The audience chuckles.]

Lena: I can totally do that… if that’s what you want.

Dewey: Wing it on!

[He winks at the camera, and the audience laughs.]

[Lena pulls out a basic, cheap-looking black and white wand from the box.]

Lena: Here goes…

[She waves the wand around in a circle once, then twice. Unbeknownst to the rest of the cast, her amulet necklace starts glowing. The wand circles a third time, and she thrusts it forward towards Dewey and his brothers, producing a bright purple beam of magic.]

[Dewey sticks his arms out, as though he is accepting the magic.]

Dewey: Sha-Dewey!

[The audience laughs at the catchphrase as the beam strikes the triplets, creating a large poof of purple smoke obscuring the camera.]

[When the smoke clears, Huey, Dewey, and Louie have become fairies and are now barely visible due to their size. Lena and Webby both stare at the boys, shocked.]

Lena: Uhhhh… bye!

[She quickly turns and runs out the door. The audience laughs and the theme song begins.]

—

[The theme song ends and we go back to the foyer with Webby staring at Huey, Dewey, and Louie.]

Dewey: … I can’t believe that worked!

Louie: Nice going, Dingus, getting us stuck like this.

Webby:Are you guys alright?

Huey: Yeah, surprisingly so, considering we just grew two entirely new appendages out of our backs.

Dewey: I think you mean… Appendewges!

[The audience laughs.]

Huey and Louie: Shut up, Dewey.

[They both smack him on the back of the head, sending him spinning forward in the air and making the audience laugh harder.]

[Webby holds her hand out, inviting the boys to land on her palm, which they do.]

Webby: I can’t believe you guys are actually, like, fairies now! What’s it like?

Dewey: Oh my gosh, it’s so cool!

[As he says this, he flutters up into the air and does a floating backflip before landing again.]

I can fly, and my wings are so pretty!

[He wiggles his wings back and forth to show off the translucent blue patterns on them and the shimmering silvery fairy dust coming from them. The audience oohs at the sight.]

Huey: While I wouldn’t go as far as saying it’s cool, it is fascinating how our bodies automatically adjusted to the change in height and shift to our centers of balance due to the wings on our backs.

[He loses his balance as he says the last line.]

Okay, maybe we haven’t totally adjusted.

[The audience laughs.]

Louie: The wings put massive rips in my favorite hoodie, so I’m not a fan.

[The audience laughs. His wings twitch, causing some gold fairy dust to come off of them.]

Ooh, the gold is nice, though.

Webby: If you’re actually fairies now, I wonder if you guys have any other abilities. In a lot of folklores, fairies were mischievous spirits that had all sorts of abilities they could use to play tricks on people.

[Dewey’s eyes light up.]

Dewey: Say less!

[He makes a comically intense face of concentration before his tail suddenly turns into that of a tiger, which he swishes back and forth excitedly.]

[The audience oohs and then applauds, while Louie chuckles, then smirks.]

Louie: You should totally try turning it into a snake next.

[As though under a trance, Dewey’s expression drops and his tiger’s tail instantly morphs into the head of a snake. It turns around and hisses at him as he snaps out of the trance, causing him to jump up and try and run in a circle away from the snake. The audience laughs hard.]

[Huey rolls his eyes and mutters to himself.]

Huey: Get me away from these lunatics.

[The camera cuts to a more zoomed out shot from above where we can see Webby looking down at the action in her palm.]

Webby: Huey? Where’d you go?

[The camera cuts back to an empty shot of where Huey was on Webby’s palm.]

Huey: What? I’m right here.

Webby: I can’t see you at all though…

Huey: I know I’m short now, but I’m not that short!

[The audience laughs.]

[The camera cuts back to Louie and Dewey, who we can see is still being terrorized by his tail in the background.]

Louie: Wait, Huey- flutter your wings.

[The camera cuts back to the empty shot, where some shimmery bronze fairy dust appears seemingly from nowhere.]

Webby: Oh my gosh, Huey! You’re invisible!

Huey: I- I am? I can still see myself! How do I change back??

Webby: We should ask the rest of the family what to do. I’m sure they’ll know how to help!

[As Webby finishes speaking, Uncle Scrooge walks into the room.]

Scrooge: Aye, Webby darlin’, I heard you were wanting ma help?

[The audience cheers wildly when he speaks.]

Webby: Yeah, Uncle Scrooge! Huey, Dewey, and Louie got turned into fairies and I don’t know how to help them!

Scrooge: Bless me bagpipes, that is serious! We need to get going right away… to the library!

[The crowd laughs and cheers as the scene transitions to…]

[Int: Library interior. Scrooge is standing at the head of a table surrounded by bookshelves. Standing behind the chair closest to him on the right side of the table is Webby. Also standing around the table are Donald and Mrs. Beakley.]

Scrooge: Alright everybody, we’ve got a lot of work to do to help the boys, so let’s get moving! Go, go, go!

[A research montage begins with the characters pulling books off shelves, flipping through pages, and consulting library signs to a detective movie style remix of the series theme song. Donald drops a comically large stack of books on his head, making the audience laugh. The montage ends with a camera shot set up in the space between two books, and Mrs. Beakley shoves a book back into the space on the button of the music. As the screen goes dark, the scene snaps back to…]

[Int: McDuck Manor Foyer. Huey, Dewey, and Louie remain floating about where they were before. Louie is laid back in the air as though he’s relaxing on a lounge chair, Huey has successfully become visible again and is stood hovering near Louie, and Dewey has just now gotten his tail back to normal and plods over to his brothers and sits on the air, breathing heavily.]

Dewey: Never (inhale) do that (inhale) to me (inhale) again (inhale).

Louie: It was funny though.

[He smirks at the camera and the audience laughs and some swoon.]

[Huey sits down as well.]

Huey: How did Webby describe fairies again? We’re trickster spirits, right?

Louie: I can see why, with all these powers.

Dewey: Y’know I’ve missed playing pranks on people.

Huey: We have been pretty busy lately…

[Louie stands up and holds his hand out towards Huey and Dewey.]

Louie: Then whaddaya say we take advantage of all this fairy stuff while we have it?

[Huey and Dewey glance at each other, then smirk and grab Louie’s hand. The audience cheers.]

[The camera cuts to a more zoomed out shot of the foyer, where we can see Huey, Dewey, and Louie all flying off screen as the audience continues cheering. The scene shifts to…]

[Int: Garage. Launchpad is going about setting up instruments for the Crash Happies’ rehearsal.]

Launchpad: Oooookay! There’s the drum set.

[Huey, Dewey, and Louie fly up to a cracked open window visible on the far left of the shot. They giggle between themselves then slip into the room one by one.]

[Huey lands on the cymbal of the drumset and turns invisible. The camera cuts back to a shot of the full room with Launchpad as Huey begins to dance on the cymbal, making it rattle “inexplicably”.]

[Launchpad turns around in confusion.]

Launchpad: Bwuh?

[Dewey and Louie then fly up to Launchpad’s ear. Louie puts on a deep voice and begins incomprehensibly whispering in his ear while Dewey watches.]

Launchpad: Ah! Who are you?! Show yourself!

[He flails around in a panic.]

[The camera cuts to Dewey, who flies over from Louie to the cymbal with Huey. He turns invisible as well, and they begin to jump back and forth on it, almost like a seesaw. In the background, Launchpad continues to freak out.]

Launchpad: I haven’t even crashed into anything cursed yet today!

[The camera cuts back to a shot of the full room. Launchpad is laying in the fetal position on the ground with his expression comically terrified. The cymbal of the drum continues to rattle back and forth.]

Launchpad: Ahhh!!!

[The door to the garage opens, revealing the rest of the Crash Happies.]

Crash Happy Drummer: Launchpad?

[The audience laughs, cheers, and applauds as the ad break begins.]

[Fade Out]

—

[Fade In]

Disembodied Voice: Consumer Alert! Did you know that if you have been exposed to any of these Glomgold Industries products, including Glomgold Signature Plaid Paint, Glomgold Foods Haggis, and the Junior Glomchucks Glombook, you may be entitled to financial compensation?

[A long list of Glomgold branded products scrolls across the screen.]

Disembodied Voice: These Glomgold Industries products have been found to contain high levels of dangerous materials including toxic pesticides, asbestos, and plutonium. Call this number today to see if you qualify for compensation!

[A phone number flashes on screen, as well as a line of text reading “Announcement paid for by Calisota Anti-Glomgold Society” and a photo of Glomgold in a devil suit.]

[Fade Out]

—

[Fade In]

[Int: Library. Scrooge, Beakley, Webby, and Donald are around a table at the library, surrounded by tall piles of books, scouring through them for a cure for Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s fairy transformations.]

Scrooge: (Very loudly) AHA! I’VE GOT IT!

[He excitedly slams the book he’s reading down onto the table.]

Librarian: (Offscreen) Shhh!!!

Scrooge: (Whispered) Aha! I’ve got it!

[He slams the book down again quietly. The audience laughs.]

[Webby, Donald, and Beakley gather around the book to see what Scrooge found.]

Scrooge: The boys would have to agree to this, but we should be able to turn them back by having them relinquish their fairy dust.

Donald: Well, what are we waiting for?! Let’s get back to the mansion!

[He throws his hands up and accidentally knocks over one of the piles of books, causing several books to hit him on the head. The audience laughs.]

Librarian: (Offscreen) Shhhh!!!!

Scrooge: (To librarian) Sorry! (To family) Let’s go.

[The shot does a sliding transition to…]

[Int: McDuck Manor Foyer. Scrooge, Donald, Beakley, and Webby stand just inside the front door on the far left of the shot showing an empty foyer.]

Beakley: … Aaaaand they’ve disappeared.

Donald: (Panicking) How could this happen?!

Beakley: Well, fairies are famously mischievous spirits…

Webby: … And with Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s love of pranks…

Scrooge: … There’s every likelihood that they’re off somewhere causing chaos.

[Donald faints from stress and hits the floor with a thud, making the audience laugh.]

[Scrooge bends down to pick Donald up.]

Beakley: Well, if they’re not here, we’re going to need to lure them to us. What attracts a fairy?

Webby: Fairies usually are drawn to sugary foods and shiny objects. They also typically avoid urban, polluted areas, but since Huey, Dewey, and Louie aren’t normal fairies they might not have any issue with that.

[A beat of silence.]

Scrooge: Curse me kilts, how did you learn all that, Webby?

Webby: Uhh… cute girl stuff?

[The audience laughs and cheers at her catchphrase and Scrooge and Beakley shrug and accept her response.]

Donald: (Drowsily) Funso’s.

[The others all stare at him, confused]

Donald: Put all that stuff in Funso’s and I don’t think the boys would be able to resist.

[They all share a look of agreement and the camera cuts to…]

[Int: The marina. Huey, Dewey, and Louie are flying around messing with people on the boardwalk.]

[Dewey suddenly stops in the air.]

Dewey: Guys, wait… we should go to Funso’s.

[Huey and Louie also stop.]

Huey: Actually yeah, that sounds really good.

Louie: (Getting more and more and more giddy as he speaks) And with this size I could practically swim in Pep!. Let’s do it!

[They quickly fly the short distance from the boardwalk to Funso’s. They enter the building and are greeted by their family standing around a circle of Pep!, candy, and gold coins.]

Webby: I told you guys it would work!

Donald: Boys! We found a way to turn you back to normal!

[Huey, Dewey, and Louie exchange a hesitant look]

Dewey: What if… we don’t want to?

Huey: Yeah…, as weird as it’s been to be fairies, it’s also been a lot of fun.

Louie: What they said.

[A brief, tense silence occurs, the camera framing the scene to look like a standoff between Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and their family.]

Scrooge: Ay, boys, I know it may be a lot of fun to be fairies right now. And trust me, I’ve dealt with many magical shenanigans like this in my years, the fun never lasts. It’s always more worth it to keep the brief fun memories than to have them tainted by getting bored or suffering the consequences of your own magic.

[Huey, Dewey, and Louie exchange another look.]

Huey: Okay. What do we need to do?

Beakley: (Pulling out three vials from behind her back) Just shake some of your fairy dust into these vials. Once we close them up, the rest of the fairy dust should remove itself from your systems, turning you back to normal.

[The boys fly up to Beakley. Huey flutters forward, and Beakley holds out the first vial. He shakes some fairy dust into the vial’s mouth, then goes back to his brothers. Beakley holds out the next vial, and Dewey does the same thing. Louie flutters up to the last vial, but pauses.]

Louie: Wait! Can I do one last thing before we do this?

[The camera cuts to a shot of Louie swimming around in a cup of Pep!. The audience laughs loudly.]

Louie: Aaaaah… it’s better than I ever dreamed!

Donald: Come on, Louie.

Louie: Alright, alright.

[The camera cuts back to the shot from before. Louie flutters back to the vial and shakes some of his fairy dust inside as well.]

Louie: (To Huey and Dewey) Well, it’s been real.

Dewey: Indewbitably!

Huey and Louie: Shut up, Dewey.

[As Huey and Louie smack the back of Dewey’s head, Beakley corks the three vials, and a poof of purple smoke obscures the camera. When the smoke clears, Huey, Dewey, and Louie are sitting on the floor, drowsily leaning on each other, no longer fairies.]

Donald: Boys!

[He runs up and bear hugs them, picking them up off the floor.]

Louie: (Feeling his hoodie’s fabric wet with Pep! and touching the tears in its back) Eugh, my hoodie’s ruined!

[Dewey takes a step forward but stumbles, and grabs Huey’s shoulder to catch himself, startling Huey and nearly pulling them both down. The audience laughs.]

Dewey: Gosh, I’m tired.

Webby: You guys probably overexerted yourselves while you were fairies. You might’ve had the energy for all that flying and magic then, but your normal bodies don’t.

Beakley: Let’s get you three home and changed, and you can sleep.

[She hands the boys each their vials, now full to the top with their respective fairy dusts.]

Louie: I cannot get to bed fast enough!

Huey and Dewey: Ditto.

[The door to Funso’s closes behind the family as they exit. The audience cheers for the happy ending.]

[Fade Out]

—

[Int: Garage. Launchpad is now putting everything away after the Crash Happies have left rehearsal. The scene quickly shrinks to a small window so the credits can roll.]

Launchpad: (Seeing the scene shrink) Aaah! The ghosts are back! And they shrunk the room!

[Launchpad promptly drops back to fetal position on the floor.]

Launchpad: (Screaming) MR. MCDUCK!!! YOUR GARAGE IS HAUNTED!!!!

[A beat of silence.]

Scrooge: (Muffled, in the distance) What?

[Fade Out]

[shiroselia]

Ngl jag är typ fortfarande inte över Oscar Zia's Lena Anthem cover från Mello that one år

Har någon någonsin slaktat så hårt på bästa sändningstid?

[avalior]

@chronal-anomaly liked | accepting.

"Now hold on there, bald eagle," came the steady drawl, unyielding patience to be tempered against Lena's endless energy. If truth were to be told ( a truth to be kept exclusively close to the chest, for neither prying eyes or prying Brits to see ), Jesse had been expecting some form of visit for several days now, forewarned by a certain anxious doctor that Hurricane Oxton would be en route, but still he would play the part of the surprised victim. The ol' innocent bystander.

"Someone's sure put a pep in yer step. Y'gonna let me get through the door before you wanna play 20 Questions there? 'Cause I ain't got the first idea what's goin' on."

[s4ray]

 and what if there was someone else taking xingchen's food ? what if there was a snake around that somehow didn't care about the beauty that was xiao xingchen ? that only wanted to eat and eat and take ? heavens , of course he likes snakes .

 he rolls his eyes again , feels a ball of anger rising to his throat and threatening to burst into the ugliest forms of words – what if someone else had found xingchen before he did and hurt him ? isn't he going to hurt him ? is he worrying about the priceless opportunity in his hands or just the fact that xingchen trusts the snakes with blind eyes ? xue yang takes his meat to teach him a lesson and takes a bite out of it rather aggressively , stops chewing with a startled frown when xingchen speaks . clenches his jaw , swallows and holds the piece of meat in his hand while he scratches his forehead briefly .

 it's endearing . . . xingchen's curiosity . he thinks a blind man probably does keep asking about everything because he can't see but xingchen isn't asking about anything that can be seen . he asks about snakes and their pasts , xue yang is still quite pissed about the fact that he gave his food to him so he sits straight and puts the meat back on xingchen's wooden plate . a little aggressive , a little rude , the qualities that easily go past xiao xingchen's head . ❛ no , i'm going to tell you the story about a snake . ❜  he dismisses carelessly because he couldn't think of a single good memory that he'd share with xingchen .

 ❛ so there was this lonely snake . ❜  he curls his legs beneath himself , and uses his hand to move it around almost excitedly as he went on with his story ; ❛ this snake had no friends , everybody was scared of him . the farmers would chase him with torches , he'd ruin their farm and kill their dogs , right ? so one day , the snake tries to steal from a farm again . he's hungry , you know , he's not eaten for three days . ❜  he stops talking to take a sip from his cheap wine , went out to get himself one this morning limping . ❛ the farmer comes out to feed his dog , and sees the snake . out of habit , the snake starts to hiss , stands taut and tall to scare the poor guy away . he'll die if he does eat anything from here , he has to get some food . he thinks the farmer will hurt him , like other farmers ; he'll hit him , he'll break his bones , he'll burn his tongue . ❜  he licks his lips , feels the slight swollen , red patch of pink muscle that brushes against his lips . ❛ the farmer didn't look scared . he asks if it's a snake , and snake says yes . the farmer goes back inside his house . how weird , yeah ? the snake goes back to eating until the door opens and the farmer comes back . he has something in his hands that he puts in front of the snake , it's food ! homemade food , meat , carrots , cabbage ! our snake has never eaten anything made by humans before . and he doesn't know how to thank him , snakes don't thank each other . ❜

 ❛ the farmer smiles . the snake realizes that he's blind when he moves close enough to eat from the plate , it makes him feel safe . how fast can a blind man be if he starts chasing him , yeah ? he eats the food , but doesn't take his eyes off the farmer . ❜  xue yang stares at the way a breeze tickles xingchen's soft locks , blinks . he grins , and mumbles ; ❛ are you listening , daozhang ? do you think they'll be friends ? ❜

@s4ray | ♥

There's something about the way he talks that always leaves Xiao Xingchen a little lighter than he'd been a moment before.

He doesn't allow heaviness to shroud him, no, a darker world doesn't necessarily have to mean a darker heart. He only allows heaviness to drape itself over his shoulders in the form of responsibility, the pleasant weight of always, always choosing to do the right thing, extend a hand, pick up a beggar from the streets, dress the wound of a stranger, fill his enemy's stomach.

But sometimes, against all odds, against his own discipline, against the path up and down the mountain, and the teachings that make him what he is, the grief he carries around with the careful step he's always possessed, only slightly more cautious with the light gone from his eyesockets, some other kind of weight builds.

He only feels it when it dissipates at his voice, recognizes it via its absence.

At the snide words that barely mean any snide at all. Xingchen imagines to hear it, the real intentions behind the bite. The annoyance always hits Xingchen a little feigned, the demands just shy of aggressive enough that it becomes more than easy to give into them.

Would Xingchen have any stories to tell, if he didn't have such good listeners?

Would he even bother with remembering them, if he couldn't tell them?

Xingchen's head follows the sounds lightly. A blind man only turns as far as he needs to let his ear scout out the target of his interest. He smiles when the voice grows closer to it. Smiles sweetly and a touch too warm when he sways, smiles when he hands his meat over as if he was the one the favour was for.

"I do like snakes," an easy answer, Xingchen likes all kind of life. Misconceptions and bad reputations, isn't there a bit of good in anything and everyone?

"But why don't you tell me a story about yourself instead," soft-spoken like the moon they have associated him too, but never quite as weak as moonlight compared to the sun, because the moon makes the tides turn and Xingchen is handicapped, not dead.

Though he is most certainly a fool enough to warrant his handicap, his death.

"Eat. But do talk. I'd like to have something about you to remember down the line."