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* helmut zemo x fem!reader . warnings for sexual content & light angst . — ‘ 1710 words ’

WITH YOUR BACK TO the building, you took slow calculated steps and your eyes strained to focus on the inanimate shapes in the dark alley. You could hear rats scurrying in and around a dumpster and the steady drip of water hitting a puddle on the ground. With one hand you gripped your glock, with the other you supported it, and your weapon led you to an entry way that was recessed into the building wall. You relied on your sixth sense, it had saved you many times before, this ability to get the drop on your adversary. Those who knew you, never underestimated this skill, and Zemo knew you well.

He reached out and grabbed you, with one arm firmly entrapping your arms and encircling your waist, and his other hand clamped over your mouth, he pulled you against him and stepped back into the door way That split second you needed to defend yourself was lost when he jerked you up off of your feet.

"Stop it." He muttered into your ear. "It's me." He kept his grip on you and when he felt you struggle, he squeezed you tighter until you gasped for air. "Enough!"

You knew it was him, and you knew you were only here because of him. You finally stopped trying to free yourself and as you relaxed, the tension left his body as well. He set you back down on your feet and the adrenaline that spiked through you both started to subside. He took his hand off of your mouth, but kept his arm across your neck.

"Why are we here?" You were suspicious of his motives, and although you always knew he wouldn't kill you, hurting you was a different story.

"I should ask you that question." He released you from his vice like grip, and turned you around, slamming you against the wall and holding onto the arm that held the gun.

There are feelings we can't rationally explain, and impulses that take hold of us without a thought to the consequences. You could pretend they didn't exist, but reality always comes back to find you. It was confusing and no matter how much you both tried to prevent it from happening, it became inevitable. This shared vulnerability, it made you weak, and this is where the real danger lay.

"Helmut, let go of me." You whispered, your eyes searching his. He glared at you, but released your arm and you slowly tucked the gun into small of your back.

This was, you decided, the substance that makes people crazed. What the two of you had between you was almost tangible and it had become your favorite enemy. Without warning, you grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him down to your lips.

Zemo saw it coming, it was how he remembered it, the kiss ran deep, urgent and smoldered. Your tongues explored and invaded, sweeping against each other while every one of your senses told you to forget what you knew and to savor what you felt.

Only the most fortunate experience this feeling of euphoria, and when you whimpered with pleasure, a hot hard burn that only you could produce, coursed through him. Zemo pressed himself against you, his hands snaked their way around your waist and you tilted your head back, his lips caressed the side of your neck and finally brushed against your ear. His breath was hot and moist and neither could stop yourselves from grinding your hips against each other.

"Not here." His voice was just above a whisper, and he pushed you away, holding you at arms length.

You cursed at him under your breath. "Where then?" You seethed, wondering if this were some kind of trick, but when he found a rectangular plate on the door and lifted the cover and punched in a code, you smirked. The door latch released and he took you by the hand and led you inside.

It was nothing you had imagined, the cavernous room with multiple rows of large wooden crates, stacked on one another. The only light came from beyond the pallets. He pulled you through the maze and in the far corner of the room was a doorway and inside lay a large sectional sofa made of black leather, and you thought to yourself, it's perfect.

Zemo unbuttoned his overcoat, slipped it off and draped it over the back of the sofa. His black dress shirt and slacks gave him an ominous appearance, and so did the look in his eyes. He pulled you toward him and unzipped your jacket, and with more force than necessary, he stripped it off of you, causing you to catch your breath. It was a warning of things to come and you welcomed it. He held his hand out and you untucked your glock from your back and laid it in his palm, this became a moment of trust, or maybe, surrender.

He gathered you in his arms and you wound your own arms around his neck and your fingers twined in his hair. Once again, your tongues found each other, and he pressed himself against you. When he felt your knees buckle under the spell of his kiss, he reveled in the knowledge that he had this effect on you. He eased you back on the sofa and when you sat down and leaned back and opened your legs, he kneeled down between them. He lifted your sweater up and over your head and reached behind you with one hand and unhooked your strapless bra. It fell away, and your nipples tightened, not from the cool air, but from anticipation.

Zemo could never disappoint you, and he cupped your breasts in his hands, your breathing became ragged and you arched your back toward him. He took one rose colored tip between his lips and when he flicked his tongue against it, you moaned and squirmed under his attention. When he used his thumb and forefinger to roll the other one between his fingers, it made you cry out.

"Helmut... don't... stop..." You begged, arching toward him under his touch.

When you could take no more, you straightened up to find his eyes were dark pools of passion. You both knew, what he felt was magnified by how you reacted. You reached out to him and pulled at his shirt, the buttons pulling and popping out of their button holes. You tugged it off, and it was your turn to bestow attention on him. Your fingernails scraped along his bare chest and they traced the muscles carved in his lean build. You played with his nipples and felt him twitch, and when you dug your fingers into his flesh, he gripped your waist, holding you in place. You lifted your hips ever so slightly and he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your pants and slid them and your black panties down to your knees. You gave no resistance when one leather boot came off and then the next, followed by the rest of your clothing.

You urged him to come closer, fingering and unbuckling the leather belt around his waist. Next you undid the button on his waistband, and finally you lowered the zipper of his trousers down. You could readily see how how aroused he was and how his body strained to escape from the confines of his clothing. You freed him and ran your fingers along his length, and this time, it was his turn to beg for mercy.

"Liebling... you're making me crazy..." He whispered into your ear, his low voice thick with lust. Once you closed your fist around him, it took little time for the rest of his clothes to be added to the pile you had created, and it took a fraction of that time to find himself stretched out next to you.

You felt his hand trail down your body and when he reached between your thighs, he found you wet with desire. He slipped one finger into you, and than another and continued to stroke you, until he felt that precious agony build inside of you. You writhed with passion and finally reached down and clutched his wrist.

"I want you to be inside of me, I want to feel you inside of me." You murmured.

Zemo positioned himself over you and hooked his arms under your legs and leaned forward causing your hips to rise. This made you ravenous for him and he overwhelmed your senses when he drove into you in one smooth thrust. When you wrapped your legs around him, neither knew, who strained to meet the other first. You found the rhythm that caused your hearts to beat wildly and the relentless torment that only two bodies can create goaded you on. When you were covered with a sheen of sweat, your control finally shattered, you came first, pleading for release and shuddering fast and hard. The onslaught of sensation that had taken you hostage made you buck up against him, and only when he knew you had tipped over the edge, did he allow his own climax to collide with yours. You were tight, velvety and every movement caused him to tremble, and finally, he let go. The gruff sounds of his ecstasy filled the room as he fought to regain his sanity.

This was the madness you both endured, when common sense is drowned out by heat and passion. When the thought of one another makes you ache with desire and causes your actions to become reckless.

Hours later when Zemo opened his eyes, he felt groggy and disoriented, he was sprawled on the leather sofa with his overcoat draped over him, your warm lithe body was missing, and so was your clothing, your boots, and your gun. He saw the tiny syringe on the floor, and knew you had drugged him. It made him angry, yet he understood your reasons. You were addicted to each other and both knew addictions were dangerous. Like every time, the feeling of loss caused him to grapple with reality. He closed his eyes and wondered when the next time would come, when the two of you would come crashing down on each other.

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crystalgirl259 · 3 years ago

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How to Train Your Dragonblood 3: The Dragonblood Alpha Ch6

Ed and Cliff shivered badly as they flew on Karloff's back over a half-frozen ocean in the middle of a snowstorm. The sun was almost completely set by now, casting the sky in a beautiful light and dark purple with a faded yellow. High above them were dozens of stars starting to appear through the clouds. On any other day, Cliff, Ed, and Karloff would have found it beautiful. But they were too focused and worried about Kai and Jay to think about it.

"He's just like his mother! She could never stay put either!" Cliff suddenly shouted in frustration at his son's stubbornness. When he first met her, Libber may have come off as a little awkward, but once he got to know her, she was strong and uncompromising and was always willing to stand up for those who were helpless. Jay was almost a perfect copy of his mother and most of the time Cliff loved it, but not today.

"He's just twenty, and a Viking; I mean there couldn't be the worst combination." "When I think of how stubborn and senseless you were back in the day..." He trailed off as his expression switched to a hopeless one. "Huh, now not much has changed actually.

"Ah, you know how he's like; he won't give up, and if Jay finds Iron Baron before we find him..." Cliff gulped in fear at the thought. He had already lost some of his closest friends thanks to that monster, he wouldn't let him take his son.

"Nothing can happen to your boy as long as Kai is with him; he's a Fire Dragonblood for crying out loud!" Ed tried to reassure his friend, but it did little to help the old chief. While he agreed that Kai was powerful and cared about Jay, he was more stubborn and careless than his son. Cliff was about to voice his concerns when he noticed something in the corner of his eyes. Below them, a crack in the ice was seen. Cliff noticed it and made Karloff fly back.

As they approached the hole in, Ed leaned on the side and grabbed the floating helmet out of the water.

Sitting back up, he handed it to Cliff who carefully looked at it. He looked back and Ed caught his concerned gaze. Cliff looked down at his dragonblood in determination and offered him the helmet to sniff.

"Find them, Karloff!" He ordered. Karloff took a sniff, memorizing the scent. The Metal Dragonblood growled and started beating his wings faster as they ascended, the storm still raging around them...

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It took a few minutes until Jay finally got back to reality. A reality that was getting crazier by the minute. First, he breaks tradition by saving and falling in love with one of the most dangerous species of Dragonbloods, then he loses his leg, and now his mother is back from the dead and living with dragonbloods. Why did things like that happen only to him? Right now, Libber was leading Jay and Kai through a maze of rock caves. While Jay struggled to keep up, Kai was easily able to navigate through the inner ice caves from his past experiences living in the nest for years.

"Ho-hold on! Wait just a minute!" Jay shouted as he chased after his mother through the caves, but he was steadily ignored. Libber swiftly jumped on the rocks ahead of him, motioning for him to follow.

"You can't just say something like that and run off!" He exclaimed angrily as he climbed on the rocks after her, noticeably slower and less gracefully while Kai came after him. "You're my MOTHER?! I mean what the– Do you- do you grasp how insane it sounds?!"

"She does kinda look like you," Kai called from the back.

"NOT HELPING KAI!" Jay screeched at him as they reached a steep slope that Libber climbed in seconds.

"Come quickly." She pressured the couple.

"I have questions! Where have you been all this time?!" He demanded as he attempted to climbs after her but slipped so Kai grabbed his waist and easily pushed him from behind. Jay felt his face heat up and this earned a round of chuckles from the brunette. It really wasn't easy to go through such terrain with a prosthetic leg. He had seen some of the people from Ninjago struggle and he had years of experience. Jay tumbled forward and got back on his feet right after to keep going.

"What've you been doing?! They said you were dead! Everybody thinks you were eaten by a..." He trailed off as they got out in an open, sunlit cavern where hundreds of different dragonbloods were flying around frozen structures covered in greenery. The sight brought gasped of wonder from both Jay and Kai. Kai was stunned to see such a peaceful nest. For most of their lives, he and Nya had been forced to join under that monster's rule and others were born there.

He would have never thought there was such an amazing place that was practically right next door to Ninjago.

As they step out, Jay and Kai glance at a group of baby Dragonbloods playing nearby. They both stepped back when a huge dragonblood flew right over them. Jay smiled at the multitude of dragonbloods flying freely in the open space. He got closer to the rim wherefrom above there was a creek running down the edge.

"Uh, Jaybird." Kai suddenly said and pointed up above them. Jay looked up and gasped when he saw the same Lightning Dragonblood hanging from the ceiling, his mother also holding it. The sapphire-colored dragonblood crooned as it tilted its head to look at them. Jay stared at the pair in shock. He honestly thought that he was the first dragonblood rider, yet here was his mother being so close to one. While a part of him was overjoyed that his mother was alive and well, a part of him was angry at her for being gone all these years.

He wanted to yell at her and tell her what it was like growing up with just a judgemental father and a disappointed village.

To make her feel as bad he felt his entire life. People might say he was being petty, but he didn't feel like that. But if she and the Lightning Dragonblood had a bond similar to the one he shared with Kai then there might be a chance for them to build bridges. His heart was still conflicted about this. Even though this place looked good he couldn't see what was so great about it to keep her away from her home, husband, and child.

"This is where you've been for 20 years?" Jay asked, not sure what else to say at the moment. Libber smiled and nodded as she observed him carefully, her face alight with happiness, hope, and a twinge of fear. Behind him, Kai sat down on a nearby boulder, seeing that this was a moment between Jay and Libber, not him. As he watched his boyfriend agonize on what to do, he was approached by a young Shadow Dragonblood. He chose to ignore the noirette and focused on Jay

"You... You've been rescuing them." Jay realized when he remembered what Clutch said about their fort being attacked. Libber looked around and nodded again. Jay was in complete disbelief as behind him the Shadow Dragonblood started nuzzling Kai in welcome. This caught the brunette off-guard for a second. After living with humans for five years, many of his friends and himself had had to force down their animal instincts. They didn't want to frighten the humans any more than they had.

Kai understood that the noirette didn't mean any harm, but he was worried that Jay might get the wrong idea and didn't want to upset the ginger-haired man any more than he was.

"You're not upset?" She asked a little nervously. Jay sort of was, but he didn't know how to tell her. His mother had been living among a dragonblood paradise while he had to put up with his father's disappointment and the villagers' mistrust.

"What? No, I-I don't know..." He stammered as Kai stepped away from the Shadow Dragonblood who watched him crestfallen. "It's a bit much to get my head around, to be frank; it's not every day you find out your mother is some kind of crazy, feral, vigilante, dragon lady." He chuckled awkwardly and Libber smiled sadly. Indeed, her ideas weren't welcomed. She could tell her son was heartbroken to hear how much happier she was among the beasts.

In the same way, Jay was more at ease on the back of his boyfriend.

With a quick look, the Lightning Dragonblood offered Libber a claw that she hooked her staff around and was lowered down, sliding on a wing. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the Lightning Dragonblood transformed into their human form. They were revealed to be a woman who was around the same age as Libber. She had long auburn hair kept in three separate braids behind her back and pale skin. She has a slim figure, but Jay could clearly make out some strong muscles.

She wore a midnight blue, long sleeve tunic, an orange belt, and black leggings that appear layered.

She had armbands and boots with spikes on the sides. She also had a few layers of cloth wrapped around her waist, with her left leg exposed.

"At least I'm not boring, right?" Libber replied as Jay looked around as an Ice Dragonblood in its dragon form bumped his shoulder and other young dragonbloods started coming over to look at them. They hadn't seen a Fire Dragonblood in years and the only human who was nice to them was Libber. He was hesitant to touch it but gave in when it continued.

"Well, I suppose there is that... one specific thing..." Jay muttered, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"Do you... Do you like it?" She asked as she approached him unsurely.

"I-I-I don't have the words..." He admitted, looking cautious and a bit hurt while Libber was acting like a fearful, untrusting dragonblood. But they didn't expect things to be fixed with a snap of the fingers. This was a very delicate matter. Unfortunately, Ninjago people didn't do delicate. Meanwhile, Kai was surrounded by curious dragonbloods. One dragonblood sniffed him down the clothes and then lifted him up with their bare hands. Kai was stunned as he found himself supported only by a stranger's hands.

"HEY! HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE YOU GODDAMN CREEPS!" He roared and they quickly backed off. Libber finally noticed the brunette and immediately got closer to him, hunching down.

"Can-Can I?" She whispered to her son, already seeing his bond with Kai. She had only caught a glimpse of a Fire Dragonblood when one attacked Ninjago all those years ago. She had been living here for about two decades and she had never seen a living, breathing Fire Dragonblood. Libber had feared that they were extinct. At Jay's approval, she crouched and dropped her staff.

"Oh, he's beautiful." She cooed as she lifted a hand for him to sniff then traced her hand through his spikey brown hair.

"Of course I am." Kai laughed along with her and nuzzled her cheek. Jay was little put off by Kai's actions, but he knew the brunette long enough to know he only loved Jay and he was prone to these animal interactions, whether he was in his human or dragon form, even though he mostly only did it in private with Jay and other dragonbloods. Jay was surprised to see his mother right in her element. She was still so beautiful as the pictures Cliff had shown him, and every one of her moves was graceful and fluid.

It spoke of years of trust and attention dedicated to the dragonbloods she had been living with.

It truly wasn't a big surprise to see her get along with Kai, an outside dragonblood, so easily. Kai watched them get along and smiled warmly, happy to see his mother and boyfriend becoming friends. Without realizing it, Libber stood on her knees and kept the brunette's head in her hands.

"Um... I'm sorry, but what's your name?" She asked and Kai chuckled.

"My name's Kai, and I've been dating Jay for almost five years now, he's a great guy." He replied with a smirk as he caught Jay blushing, only to freeze when he caught Libber's wide eyes.

"You're both dating?" She gasped as her eyes kept darting back and forth between the brunette and her son. Jay cast Kai an angry look, which made his fiery boyfriend wince, before looking back to her mother.

"Yeah... as Kai said, it's been going on for a few years now and we couldn't be happier."

"Yep, we've been talking about a summer beach wedding and a little cottage by the lakes for the grandkids." Kai laughed and was soon joined by Libber while Jay spluttered and stumbled to find any words as his face turned scarlet.

"T-That's not what's happening! I-I-I mean, we've talked a-about it but there's n-nothing set in stone, a-and things are t-tough right now and-"

"Jaybird, relax, I'm just messing with you." Kai sent through the link and Jay relaxed almost immediately. Libber quickly noticed the change in mood and it didn't take her long to figure out what was happening.

"YOU TWO SHARE A LINK!?" She screeched as if she had just been told everything she touched turned to diamonds and gold.

"You know what the link is?" Jay asked, but he wasn't that surprised. If she had been living with Dragonbloods for twenty years then she must know all their secrets and probably shared a link with one or more.

"Of course, many dragonbloods only share a link with people they trust and love the most; it's typically only shared with family members such as parents, siblings, mates, or children."

"Do you share a link with anyone around here?" Kai asked, eyeing a few locals still hanging around.

"Um, no, I don't; I've been living here for twenty years and I haven't shared a link like that with anyone, not even Wisp." She admitted, looking a little disappointed, gesturing to the Lightning Dragonblood she was riding earlier. "I'm so pleased and happy for you both that you can have something as special as that." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around her son and his boyfriend, which the couple happily returned.

"Thanks, Mom," Jay muttered.

"Um, Kai, if it's not too much bother can I please see your dragon form?" She asked, feeling very awkward asking. Kai chuckled lightly before he suddenly vanished a flash of red light and a dragon stood in his place. Libber didn't hesitate to look the red beast over, running her fingers over every scar and scale as her eyes burned every detail into her memory.

"He might very well be the last of his kind." She said without thinking.

"Thanks for the reminded." Kai thought as he trilled dejected. Jay glanced at his boyfriend and felt sorry for him. He wanted to comfort him but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to approach the Fire Dragonblood's side while his mother was inspecting him. He settled for sending the brunette as much love and comfort through their link, which Kai was thankful for. Kai then walked around her and butted his head underneath her arm for more attention.

He rolled on his back in her lap as she scratched him as inspected his neck, causing him to purr.

"Look, he's your age! No wonder you get along so well!" She gasped in delight and Jay smiled. Kai was in much better spirits. Libber was very nice and entertaining. It was quite obvious she would be since she was the mother of his boyfriend. They stood in front of each other again, Libber tipped her head up and down like Kai and mimicking his yelps of happiness. "How did you manage to meet such a magnificent creature?" She asked her son, not taking her eyes off Kai.

Libber's enthusiasm was infectious and Jay, Kai, and the nearby dragonbloods found themselves smiling and cheering.

When the couple registered her question, their smiles dropped and almost all the dragonbloods sensed it and took off faster than a Speed Dragonblood could blink.

"I found him in the woods; he was shot down and...wounded." He gulped, a little worried about how his mother would take the news about how he was the one who basically crippled Kai. When he said that, Libber frowned as she stood while Jay sheepishly fidgeted on the spot and Kai looked anywhere but her or Jay. She walked to a Water Dragonblood who was in their dragon form, missing their right back leg, and ran her hand down its jaw.

"Vapore lost her leg to one of Iron Baron's traps." She said as bent down to grab her staff and walked over to a Mind Dragonblood. "Interis got his wing sliced by razor netting, and this... oh, poor Theuros was blinded by a tree snare, and then left to die alone and scared." She whimpered as she carefully took hold of a Poison Dragonblood's hand and he leaned into her touch. Jay nodded along with her as he took a good look at some of the other dragonbloods perched around them.

Some were missing patches of scales, hard to see with their dark coloring, and others had tattered wings, no doubt from flying non-stop and whatever wound they gained from the traps.

He and Kai both stiffened, however, when she pointed to Kai's prosthetic fin.

"And what of this? Did Iron Baron or his filthy trappers do this atrocity too?" She snarled as her voice turned cold and hard as she gripped the leather and examined it and the couple instantly paled.

"Ooohh... hehe, yeah... Huh, well crazy thing is..." He gulped as he swung his arms awkwardly and walked closer to his boyfriend. "I'm actually the one who shot him down." He reluctantly confessed, only to receive a confused and angry look from his mother. "It's-It's okay though, he got me back, right baby?" Jay giggled as Kai shook his head happily in Jay's arms as he kept running his hands over his scales. "You couldn't save all of me, could you? You just had to make it even! So, peg leg!" He exclaimed and he threw an arm around Kai's neck and lifted his foot.

Libber was at a loss.

It really was the most obvious proof of the Gods' sense of humor. Her son condemned a dragonblood and in turn said dragonblood also crippled him for life. Now they love and depended on each other. Kai to fly and Jay to escape life. Kai suddenly shook him off and dove down between Jay's legs, throwing the human on his back as he laughed nervously. Libber, just as uncomfortable, got on her knees to touch Kai's snout again.

"What did your father think of your boyfriend?" She finally asked the second most awkward question for the couple.

"Uh... he-he didn't take it all that well... but then, he changed; they all did." He smiled as a crease of disapproval crossed Libber's face as she listened. "Pretty soon, dragonbloods from the nest came to live in Ninjago with everyone." Jay giggled lightly, still a little stunned at that fact, but his smile dropped when she shook her head.

"If only it were all possible." She scoffed and Jay's blood turned cold at his mother's certain doubt.

"No, really-"

"Believe me! I tried as well but people are not capable of change, Jay; some of us are just born different." She sighed as she sat up and looked at him and then at Wisp as Kai returned to his human form. Wisp suddenly took off to the sky to join the other dragonbloods. Libber sighed sadly as she remembered her last night in Ninjago. The sky was red and filled with smoke as a large Earth Dragonblood flew overhead. As it swept up, she remembered seeing a burning hall, the light illuminating the sky and revealing even more dragonbloods flying around.

Screams were heard and a giant torch was lifted.

"Ninjago was a land of kill or be killed, but I believed peace was possible." She told her son as she remembered the Earth Dragonblood falling down right in front of a charging soldier. As the man lifted his ax to kill it, he was stopped by Libber grabbing his arm. She believed that fighting would only make it worse. But it was a very unpopular opinion. That night was one of the worst raids the village had ever suffered and not only that but the Chief and his family very nearly died.

The Earth Dragonblood quickly go back up and flew away and the man looked at her with contempt.

As he ran off after the dragonblood, Libber looked at her house and saw a dragon getting in through the broken roof.

"Then, one night, a dragonblood broke into our house finding you in the cradle." She sighed as she visualized Wisp walking into the house towards a baby's cradle. As soon as Libber entered the room she reached for a sword near the door. She stopped, however, holding the blade up, when she saw the dragonblood playing with Jay with her giant claw. As she looked at the laughing baby and the dragonblood she lowered the weapon in amazement.

Kai cooed, thinking of his boyfriend as a cute, little baby.

Jay didn't know if he wanted to glare at him or bury himself in embarrassment as his face turned scarlet again.

"I rushed to protect you, but what I saw was proof of everything I believed." She smiled at the memory. When Wisp noticed her, the dragonblood accidentally scratched Jay's chin, making him cry as she turned around on the human, growling under her breath. Libber quickly took a few steps back, holding the sword up. But as she looked in Wisp's eyes, she let it go. This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature whose soul reflected her own.

They looked in each other's eyes and a bond was born.

But then, an ax flew between them. The dragonblood retreated, howling as Cliff appeared, dodging its lightning, as he told his wife to run. Libber grabbed Wisp's wing but she shook her off and turned back to face her. Seeing her cornered, Cliff made his way through the flames to his son. She remembered his husband shouting at her to hold on like she was in danger. Once Jay was safe in his arms, the Chief looked back at his wife to see her being carried away by the dragonblood.

He watched through the hole in the roof as the dragonbloods flew further and further away from him and his crying son.

"You and your father nearly died that night, all because I couldn't kill a dragonblood." She mumbled, unable to look at her son or Kai.

"Runs in the family." Jay smiled faintly, starting to piece things together, as Kai pulled him into a one-armed hug for comfort. There were still things left unclear, but he shouldn't jump to conclusions.

"It broke my heart to stay away, but I believed it would be safer if I did." She finished and a blind man could all the years of pain and sorrow in her face and eyes.

"How did you survive?" He asked, fearing that Wisp had taken her to the nest then they both managed to escape that monster, but Libber suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh, Wisp never meant to harm me; she must've thought I belonged here, in the home of the great Dragonblood of Creation." She beamed as they started walking closer to the edge. Down below, in a pool of water, was a huge, white, and gold creature with giant whiskers that looked like a beard and hundreds of long shining spikes jutting out from the back of his head and all over his back. Dragonbloods were flying around him and bowed down to him when they got close.

Kai's eyes widened when he saw the ancient dragonblood below them.

Creation was one of, if not the most powerful elements in the world; rivaled only by the element of Destruction and the mythical First Born. Many secrets remained about the true extent of this dragonblood's powers and abilities. Many believed it was just a myth. This white and gold dragon possessed the elements of Fire, Earth, Ice, and Lightning and could affect the physical world in ways that Elemental Dragonbloods couldn't.

"This is the Alpha species, one of the few that still exists; every Nest has its Queen but this is the King of all dragonsbloods," Libber smirked when she saw Jay and Kai's stunned faces at the sight of this giant, stunning creature. "With his icy breath, this graceful giant built a safe haven for dragonbloods everywhere." She smiled as she pointed with her staff at the ice-covered roof of the cave while they walked down.

"Wait, that's the ice-spitter? He's responsible for all that destruction?!" Jay gasped as he looked at the ice-covered roof.

"He protects us! We all live under his care and his command." She snapped, thinking he was being rude. Behind them, a group of hatchlings appeared out of the foliage and converged on a frightened and annoyed Kai. The Fire Dragonblood was only saved by Wisp scaring them off.

"All but the babies of course, who listen to no one." Libber laughed loudly as the babies flew around and hung on the King's face, unbothered whatsoever. The white and golden dragonblood rose and spun to look at them. On the hill they were on, Libber and Wisp bowed down as Jay looked at the giant's head. Even Kai felt intimidated as he crouched lower to the ground. The Alpha stood right in front of Jay, before transforming into his human form.

The Alpha was an elderly man with a long white beard.

He was wearing white robes and a conical straw hat with a tattered cape. He seemed to pull a long staff out of nowhere and walked over to them. Jay stood frozen as his mother, Wisp, and Kai was on their knees in a sign of respect. The ginger-haired man had never once seen Kai bow down to anyone, not even at the nest. This did little to ease Jay's worry as the old man came closer, examining Libber's son. His face showed no emotion as he scanned the young man up and down.

Jay gulped, getting ready to either run, beg, or just stay still as a statue.

All of a sudden, the old dragonblood transformed again and puffed a breath out that covered the two humans and two dragonbloods. Jay, being closer, ended up with his hair covered in frost before returning to his spot in the creek.

"Master Wu likes ya." His mother laughed merrily.

"Master Wu?" Kai asked as they get back to their feet, feeling like they could relax again.

"Yeah, that's his name." She replied as Jay shook his head from the frost and gasped at the impressive creature. "You must be hungry." She smiled at the couple.

"Ah, yeah, I could eat." Jay nodded.

"Same." Kai grinned as he and Jay held each other's hand.

"Good! It's feeding time." She said as she gently took her son's arm and guided them further into the sanctuary...

#how to train your dragonblood #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago jay's mother #ninjago cliff gordon #plasmashipping

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the-evanescent-inkwell · 5 years ago

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An Abundance of Dragons

Sabra Mendez has always seemed to be a magnet for the strange and unusual in her otherwise ordinary world. Her most frequent guests were dragons. Big dragons, little dragon, red dragons, blue dragons, loud dragons, quiet dragons, rash dragons, and passive dragons. She knew each of the regulars by name, even a set of twin dragons that came in separately once a month. Sabra knew dragons better than she knew herself.

However, the winged European monsters weren't the only thing she managed to attract to her lofty rustic bar.

Ghost and ghouls were also common, stopping by to pick up snippets of conversation at 3:03 a.m. until 4:30 a.m. There were also strange birds, sea monsters, psychics, witches, sorcerers, and talking animals. La Madremonte was a regular, stopping in every few weeks with her sister the Banshee. Traveling demons stopped by and played soft, longing ballads. La Perca del Estornino was always alive and busy with visitors from all over the world. Word had spread since Sabra was a little girl, stuck in her run-down school, helping her father clean the bar before his shift, that she was a friend to them all. Now, it was common knowledge in the hidden community that La Perca del Estornino was a safe place for travelers to stay in the early hours of morning.

Sabra had always been a bit different, growing up in Buenos Aires. It wasn't because she was a little mixed brown girl attending a mostly white school, or because she had splotches of white discoloring on her face, or her poor Italian, or her Mexican accent. It wasn't because of her short, unruly hair, her working-class and unmarried parents, or her worn shoes and hand-me-down backpack. None of that ever bothered Sabra, and no one seemed to care too much where she went to school—up until secondary school, at least. It was more that she could see things no one else noticed. She waved to foggy figures invisible to all but her, left scraps behind her house for the creatures she could hear congregating there, handed people little knick-knacks she had on hand because she could tell they needed them more than she did. Her mother, Jacaranda Rivera, was continually mortified by her behavior, always telling her to shut her mouth and stop wandering off. Her father, Miguel Mendez, saw her differently. He told her she was gifted and should never hide her gifts, using them to help others. He told her that she was what every good barkeeper needed to be; someone who knew people. Since his job when she was little had been working at a bar called La Casa de Mañana, it was no surprise that that was the metaphor he picked. What was a surprised to Sabra was when he died of colorectal cancer that he left his life's work, La Perca del Estornino, to her. Jacaranda told her that she didn't need to take on the responsibility of the bar; she could go to college in America like she wanted, get a degree in art, and paint for the world. But this was more important to Sabra. So she canceled her plans and reopened the bar. It's what her father wanted.

When she was nineteen, after closing time at three, the dragons and ghost started showing up. So she let them in, heard their stories, then let them go. They spread the word, and the next night, more came back. Over the past decade or so, Sabra had changed the closing time three times, finally settling on 7 p.m. to 3 a.m., reopening at 3:03 a.m. for the mythological and supernatural creatures until 4:30 a.m., when she finally went home. It was a good system, and she had very little complaints.

Sabra was very talented and had a lot of strengths, but if she could choose a favorite, it would be her ability to connect with people. She listened to normal and crazy, letting them spill their stories onto her. She knew the regulars, those that came in every now and then when they needed space, and then those that popped in once and never showed up again. She was a friend to everyone, even those who didn't know what friendship was. Over the course of her twenty-eight years of life, Sabra had figuratively adopted thousands of children and given them advice and comfort before sending them on their way. Some she never saw again. Some she saw every night.

The 22nd of March wasn't an unusual day in any way. She still cleaned up and began opening at seven. She still watched the front and made phone calls every now and then. She still created small talk and intervened when she saw it fit, listening to the mix of Italian and Spanish and English, as well as a few other languages thrown in from tourists that decided to stop by.

La Perca del Estornino was located between two small park squares. All the small windows were filled with green leaves. It was approaching autumn, but the trees in this part of town never really grew too brown. The room was dimly lit with gold lights reflecting off brown walls. The bar was exposed wooden oak planks, finished smoothly without taking away the worn aesthetic. The stools were black upholstery, the cushions pinned to the wood with large golden studs. The back brick wall was covered with chalkboards, Sabra's calligraphy listing popular drinks and specials. Shelves framed the boards, filled to the brim with bottles. Small tables were placed around in corners, the floors were smooth and dark, but appeared rugged, and large lamps hung from wires on the ceiling. Sabra always liked the aesthetic of the bar. She approved of her father's interior design choices.

Her last customer of the night was always the same; a regular named Felipe Alonzo. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair who worked at a bank across the street. He was a fairly pleasant man who liked alcohol, but from what Sabra understood, he and his wife fought frequently but wanted to stay together until their kids were out of secondary school. He stayed until closing to avoid another argument.

At 2:56 a.m., Sabra ushered Mr. Alonzo out and began washing dishes. Her two employees, Dante and Cara, hadn't left yet. Dante was about twenty-two and wasn't great with people, so Sabra put him in charge of washing glasses and doing inventory. On the contrary, Cara was a smiley girl of about nineteen with a huge personality. She was a bit clumsy though, so Sabra never let her pour. She was lovely and the customers liked her, so Sabra kept her. But Sabra always kicked them out at three.

"Are you sure you don't need help closing up?" Cara asked politely while Dante immediately left. Cara was pure Italian on all sides of her family and hadn't quite figured out the phonetics of Spanish, but Sabra could pick through her accent when it became to thick.

"I'm perfectly alright. Go home. Make sure you're caught up in school. I don't want to lay you off because you're failing."

"Alright, thank you, Sra. Mendez."

"Drive safe!" she called as Cara disappeared around the bend. The Sabra shut the door and turned the closed sign over. 3:01 a.m.

She quickly swept and picked up the room before hitting the blinds and hiding the interior from bystanders on the street. All ready for 3:03 a.m.

The first visitor was a small purple dragon with a sweater and satchel. "Hello?" he said in English. Sabra smiled warmly at him. "Hello. Welcome. Can I get you anything? Sorry. My English is bad."

"Oh, sorry, um. . ." He ordered a simple drink and Sabra fetched a glass. More visitors flocked in, a majority of them dragons. Her favorite regular showed up around a quarter until four. Roman Xirarch was a young Italian dragon, about the equivalent of a human teenager, who had moved to Rosario from Bologna to study Mesoamerican culture, specifically the arts, abroad. He was a drama major and acted like a stereotypical homosexual. He flew in to chat with Sabra and have a drink at least five times a week. He was small and turquoise, with dark purple spikes, long fangs, and curled horns like a ram. He had a defect in his mouth and constantly had his tongue sticking out a little bit. The other draconic regulars called him the "Mlem Lizard". Roman didn't seem to mind.

He flew through the air vent and landed on the bar, prancing around like a smug house cat. Sabra raised an eyebrow. "Too dramatic to use the door?"

"You know me so well!" he growled happily in his strong accent. "Want to see what I found for my hoard?!"

"I'd love to!"

Dragons were the biggest hoarders of shiny things. Some showed off their collection of metal, gold, and jewels, some hid it, and some just plain collected garbage and didn't care if it was stolen or not. In Roman's case, he had a very small hoard and just liked sharing what he had found with people. He wasn't greedy, and he never stole things, he just liked furnishing his cavern apartment in Rosario with small bits of shiny metal and pesos that fell out of people's pockets.

Roman produced a small shiny crystal from his little red knapsack sitting between his large wings on his back. He dropped it on the table and Sabra carefully picked it up, studying it in the light. "What do you think it is?" he asked excitedly. "Someone dropped it outside the library and didn't go to pick it up, so I assumed it wasn't important. Isn't it pretty?!"

"Lovely," Sabra responded, pulling out her smartphone. "I'll look it up."

After a bit of research, Sabra found out it was some sort of cheap diamond, sort of like fools gold, but she didn't burst Roman's bubble. She put her phone away. "It's a special type of diamond."

"Is it?!" he squealed. "I found a diamond! Mamma is gonna be so proud of me!"

"I'm happy for you," Sabra smiled. "How's school?"

"Good. I had a speaking assessment today, and my instructor said my Spanish is getting better."

"Good!"

A few ghosts came in and congregating in a corner, whispering and laughing together. At 4:15 a.m., the crowds were mostly clearing up. Roman had fallen asleep on a stool and was whisking his spiked tail back and forth. At exactly 4:21 a.m., a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, leather jacket, and a thick belt walked in. He looked like an American cowboy. There weren't a lot of those in these parts. Sabra pursed her lips together. He sat down at the bar and asked, "Sabra Mendez?"

"Yes, sir. How can I help you?" She spoke in English, assuming from his accent that he was American. He smiled at her in amusement and asked in perfect Spanish for a round of shots. Sabra politely fulfilled his order, then made small talk. "Are you from these parts?"

"Just passing through. I'm an archeologist."

That would explain the hat and jacket. What she had likened to a cowboy easily passed for Indiana Jones. "Interesting. I wish you luck. I'll be right over there if you need anything."

She headed over to finish cleaning a stack of shallow dishes the birds had been using to peck nacho crumbs out of. Roman had woken up and was studying the archeologist. "Who is he?"

"I don't know," Sabra admitted. "I haven't seen him before. He said he's an archeologist."

"He doesn't seem alarmed by the ghosts or dragons."

True to Roman's word, a pink dwarf dragon crawled out of the archeologist's pocket and started purring when he scratched her chin. Sabra shrugged. Roman shrugged back.

At 4:29 a.m., Sabra approached the man and said, "I'm sorry, but we're closing."

He nodded and finished his drink, the pink dragon disappearing into his pocket again. He leafed through his wallet and left a ball of notes on the bar before leaving. Roman crawled along the counter and squawked at the top of his little lungs, "Alright, it's closing time! Get out and go pester someone else! Sabra needs her beauty sleep."

"What makes you think I don't already have it?" she teased him, but she didn't interfere as he scared the others out. She was picking up the tips while Roman cleared out her bar and noticed there was something wrapped in the notes left by the archeologist. She unrolled it and found a small golden nugget. She frowned and studied it. Roman saw and cooed over it. "Oooh! Can I have?"

"No," she said. "Odd tip to leave. . . Get home. You have class tomorrow."

He groaned. "But Sabra!"

"Off you go!"

He finally took off, leaving through the air vent again. Sabra closed up and wrapped the golden nugget in a napkin, sticking it in her pocket and calling an Uber. She was deposited on her property and headed in, flipping her keys over her fingers. The faintest scent of salt and humidity hung in the air. She walked up the steps while people started waking up and getting ready for a long day ahead of them. Lucky for Sabra, her little studio apartment was still quiet. She walked into a dark room and was careful not to slam the door. Streetlights darted past the window, the dark blue curtains pulled down and billowing softly in the circulation. She almost tripped over a pair of sneakers and kicked them aside, taking off her own shoes and dropping her bag by the door. The white curtain separating the majority of the room from the "bedroom" swayed softly as she entered. The radiator was clicking loudly. Right, I need to fix that. The bedroom door was closed. Sabra popped in and found Ben fast asleep. She kissed his forehead and he stirred, mumbling hello. "Go back to sleep," she said before leaving the room and heading behind the curtain. As she opened the dresser and began throwing her clothes into the laundry hamper, the lump of blankets on the right side of the bed rustled loudly. Sabra unclipped her bra and pulled on a baggy hoody and a pair of cotton shorts before climbing into the bed. A small head emerged from the blankets and stared at Sabra sleepily. She kissed the dark head gently before cuddling the figure. "Night, cariña."

Mack sighed contently and curled up, mumbling, "I love you," in about three languages before settling on Italian. Sabra tucked her chin over the raven hair and closed her eyes, listening to her spouse's ragged breath. The radiator slowly died away, leaving peaceful quiet, the waves crashing against the shore a few blocks away and the wind whistling past the ajar window. Comforted by the warmth of the cozy apartment, Sabra slowly sunk into sleep.

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entamewitchlulu · 6 years ago

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Ralph Meets the Disney Princes

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“Hey, Vanellope! Geez, where’d ya go, anyway? Vanellope — oh, sorry, sorry.”

Ralph ducks beneath something or someone zooming past him, and then wheels his arms as he stumbles backwards around another crowd. The Internet’s crazy huge and crazy busy. Getting to Vanellope is such a pain — and after all the work he did getting them the money for that steering wheel, she can’t even be bothered to pick up a call? Now he’s gotta go all the way to that Disney fansite and see what’s up.

“‘Scuse me, comin’ through. Sorry, sorry, yea, I know, I don’t fit, I don’t ever fit anywhere, ‘scuse me.”

He tries at the very least to be polite about the way he’s pushing through the crowds of people running from one website to the next, but he’s not totally sure if he’s succeeding. Well, whatever. He’ll apologize later, if he sees any of them ever again, that is.

Oh, there we go, there’s one of those doorways to the fansite. He’ll just pop in real quick, see what’s holding up Vanellope, and get the two of them back to eBay before the auction ends. Easy peasy.

He forces his way through the little data port — the feeling of getting popped from one website to the next is still pretty disconcerting, and when he pops out on the other side, he trips.

His arms wheel wildly and he feels his wrists hit something, which goes flying away from him, before he goes face first into a rather scratchy carpet. The impact is followed by a soft shattering sound that probably means whatever he hit just broke. Oops.

A little yelp and a chorus of intaken breaths sounds all around him, and he groans, sitting up and rubbing his forehead. He doesn’t even have a chance to process where he’s ended up, though, before there’s — oh. Oh that’s a sword in his face.

“Whoa!!” he says, automatically smacking it away. “Watch where you’re pointing that!”

The owner of the sword, a tallish, handsomish man (though Ralph feels a little miffed to acknowledge the handsome part, because honestly, this guy is that kinda boring, generic handsome that’s always annoyed Ralph) with fair skin and brownish hair wearing a fancy white and gold shirt stares open mouthed at him for a minute, and then looks down at his hand where the sword was. His and Ralph’s eyes both move over to where the sword is now, which is embedded in a wall three feet away. Oops again. Ralph forgot his strength again. He hopes he doesn’t have to pay for that, too.

“Fiend!!” cries another voice behind him. “What foul realms do you hail from?”

“Whoa, no need for that kinda language,” Ralph says, getting himself back to his feet and turning around.

There’s actually a lot of guys in this room, all in varying degrees of generic handsomeness. He kinda feels like he might’ve seen ‘em around somewhere before, but he can’t put his finger on it. Three of them have got swords of their own, there’s a muskt and an arrow drawn to a bow pointed at him, someone’s holding a frying pan in the air, two guys are holding a loaf of bread and a ukulele like they are swords, a guy in a puffy winter coat has his fists raised, and one of them is just some kinda giant furry...monster thing, and he’s growling at Ralph.

“Whoa, hey,” Ralph says, throwing up his hands — and smacking into a small coffee table on the way up, accidentally overturning it on its side. “Sorry, I think I might have taken a wrong turn. This the way to the Disney fansite?”

“This,” says one of the more genericly handsome guys, a tallish guy with swooped brown hair who’s holding a shield along with his sword, “is a prince-only zone, I’ll have you know.”

A small chorus of agreement sounds from the other guys rises up, along with a small thunk as the darker haired handsome guy behind Ralph pulls his sword back out of the wall.

Ohhh, wait. Ralph knows where he is now, and why these guys look familiar. He left Vanellope with the Disney princesses so these guys...these guys must be the princes. Yeah, he remembers them now, from when he was looking in at the site before Vanellope went in.

“Right, you aren’t allowed to be in here,” says a tall, blond, white guy in some kinda armor. Right, that one’s John Smith.

“Hey, now,” Ralph says, suddenly irritated. “That’s kinda rude, don’t you think? How do you know I’m not a prince just by looking at me?”

A long, uncertain silence meets the question. A few of the princes look at each other and shrug, the guy with the sword and shield’s face slackens with total surprise, and Aladdin, the guy wielding the loaf of bread, starts nodding, as though Ralph’s said something really smart. Aladdin nudges Kristoff beside him, who nods back.

“He’s got a point,” says Eugene, the one with a frying pan.

“Maybe we should give him a chance?” says Eric, lowering his sword.

The princes look at Ralph, and then at each other. The swords all go down, and for a moment, all their heads turn in, making a huddle. Ralph rolls his eyes, folding his arms. He almost taps his foot, but the first time he does he puts a dent in the floor, so he stops.

The princes all turn back to him. Phillip, the guy with the sword and the shield, now stowed away at his belt and on his back, folds his arms and gives Ralph a sharp nod.

“We’ll have to ask you a few questions,” he says. “We have to be sure, you understand.”

“Sure, whatever, I don’t really have time for this,” Ralph starts. “Do you guys know where —”

One of the princes grabs his arm and leans in, startling him out of his sentence.

“Is there a girl you’re trying to find?” asks Prince Charming.

“Oh, hey, yeah, actually there is —”

The...other Prince Charming — do they have names? Is Ferdinand the other one? — swoops in front of him, holding a glass shoe dramatically over his head.

“Do you have only a single token of the single night you saw her with which to find her by?”

Ralph blinks, mouth hanging open for a second. Then he remembers the medal in his pocket. Hey, maybe these guys can help him find Vanellope. They’ve gotta know where the princesses are at, right?

“Well, I’ve known her for a lot longer than that, but yeah, I’ve got this —”

Eric slides up in front of him so fast that Ralph almost drops the medal.

“Are you heroic?” he asks.

“What? Well, I dunno, I mean, I don’t like to brag, but I did totally —”

Ralph almost falls backwards from the princes all crowding him now with enthusiasm, and he trips, smacking back into something furry. He manages to lurch forward and turn to see what he hit, only to find the Beast hanging over him with a decidedly unreadable face.

“Do you have anger issues?” the Beast growls at him.

Ralph gapes for a second.

“Oh, wow, yeah, actually, but ya know, I’ve been working on them recently and —”

“Have you had a near death experience?” John Smith calls over the commotion.

“Oh, gosh, yeah —”

“What about being cursed to turn into some kind of animal?” Naveen shouts from behind the Beast. The Beast let out a growl of agreement.

“What? Why the heck would I —”

“Ever had a reindeer friend?” asked Kristoff.

“What the heck does that have to do with —”

“Have you ever commanded an army?” Shang asks with a nudge of his elbow.

“Uh, define army —”

“Taken down an evil megalomaniac?” Aladdin asks.

“Oh, wow, yeah, and it was the worst —”

A clatter of other questions that Ralph doesn’t even hear crash around him like a wave. Are they even listening to his answers? He feels like he’s giving a lot of answers that they want to hear, but clearly they aren’t picking up on them.

“I’ll tell you how we know you’re a prince!” Phillip shouts over the commotion, and for just a second, the wave of questions pauses, and all eyes turn towards him. “Any prince worth his salt can complete this task!”

“Gosh, guys, I really don’t have time to do tasks — ” Ralph tries.

“It’s only a simple test of skill! Any prince is more than capable!” Phillip says.

“Oh, here we go again,” Eugene says with a roll of his eyes.

“Beast!! Open the gates!!”

Ralph stumbles back out of the way, knocking into the overturned coffee table once again as the Beast lumbers past him with a grunt. Ralph’s about to try again to tell them how he’s on a timetable here when the Beast yanks on a lever.

Ralph’s mouth drops open when the whole wall falls away. Instead of just another room, there’s a ridiculously huge cavern on the other side. When Phillip snaps his fingers, the dark cavern alights with flames lighting up the obstacle course.

Ralph can’t even process the whole thing. There are rings of fire, springboards, swinging ropes, axes swinging back and forth, massive chasms, a metal dragon head spewing fire at random intervals, arrows shooting out of walls, and spiked floors shooting up and down. At the very top of the multi-layered obstacle course, is some kind of straw dummy that might be supposed to be a princess, judging by the poorly sewn pink fabric slung around it and the blonde wig on the top.

“What the heck is that?” Ralph gapes.

“It’s a proper prince training course, of course,” Phillip says. “Watch — I’ll show you!”

“Uh, wait — ” Ralph starts while Phillip crouches down to stretch each leg, and then gets back up, crackling his knuckles. Then he leaps forward. Ralph tries to follow it, he really does, but he can’t stop flinching and gasping and covering his eyes every time Phillip dives through a fiery ring or ducks underneath a volley of arrows. Somehow, Phillip makes it to the top. He doesn’t even look like he’s broken a sweat. With a very princely sort of grin, he scoops the dummy princess under one arm, grabs a rope, and swings smoothly back to the start. He smiles and bows to a smattering of applause, but it looks like most of the princes aren’t paying attention to him anymore.

“There,” Phillip says, only the faintest flush on his cheeks as he gently sets aside the princess dummy. “Your turn.”

Ralph just gapes. Ignoring the part where he doesn’t have time for this, there’s no way he’s gonna be able to do that. Do they all really expect him to do that?? He looks over his shoulder at the rest of them.

Shang nods approvingly, arms folded, and John is tapping his chin with a slow nod of his own. The Prince Charmings both roll their eyes at each other, Ferdinand waving a hand as though they thought it was only a passable performance. Naveen isn’t even paying attention anymore, humming to himself as he strums something on his ukelele while the Beast hunches over and listens.

“Well? Aren’t you going to give it a go?” the Prince Charming who’s not Ferdinand says. “If you want to prove you’re a prince and all.”

“Are you crazy??” Ralph said. “What does this have to do with being a prince? What does anything you guys just said have to do with being a prince? Don’t you ever just, I dunno, relax?”

Everyone looks up at him. A few of them look at each other.

Ralph jumps a little when someone claps him on the elbow, and he looks down to see Eugene grinning at him.

“Oh, I like you,” he said. “Ignore the rest of them, really. Especially Phillip. He’s always like that.”

Eugene sends a pointed nod at Phillip, and Ralph looks over to see Phillip currently in the middle of posing dramatically with his sword and shield, flexing his arms while both Prince Charmings very obviously judge him.

“Anyway, besides, there’s really only one thing you gotta have to be a real prince,” Eugene says.

“Oh, geez, what now?” Ralph says.

Eugene just smiles and nudges him with his elbow.

“Well, a princess, obviously. You got yourself one of those?”

“Oh! Yeah, I do!!” Ralph breaks out into a grin. “I’m looking for her right now! Her name is Princess Vanellope and she’s my...she’s my best friend.”

He clutches the medal in his hand when he says this, suddenly wishing he hadn’t separated them for this adventure in the first place. Eugene smiles. He reaches up on tiptoe to pat Ralph on the shoulder.

“Well, there ya go. You’re a prince. What’s your name, anyway, kid?”

“Oh, right. I’m Ralph.”

“Nice to meet you, Prince Ralph,” says Aladdin. “Welcome to the squad!”

“Yeah! Prince Ralph! Prince Ralph!” Naveen shouts, punching the air a few times.

A whole chant overtakes the room, and almost all of the princes start chanting it along with Naveen. Ralph blushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, geez, guys, thanks,” he says. “I’ve actually never been called a prince before.”

“Well, you’re always welcome here!” says Aladdin.

“Yeah, whenever you feel like joining the crazy crew,” Eugene says. “Anyway, you said you were looking for someone, right? Maui over there can show you the way to the princess side.”

“Oh, thanks, perfect! Thanks, guys!”

“See ya, Prince Ralph!”

“Later!”

“So about that ‘relaxing’ thing....you need to do that, Phillip.”

“There is no time to relax when there are princesses to save and dragons to fight!”

“There aren’t any of those around here, dude.”

“Prince Ralph looked like he was ready to relax. We should find some comfy clothes like his.”

“I’ll ask Genie if he’s got anything.”

Ralph chuckles as he leaves the chatter behind, making his way over to where Eugene pointed.

The guy laying on his side with his head on his hand while he pokes through a smart phone with the other is almost as big as Ralph is — actually, when he looks up and grins, Ralph feels surprisingly dwarfed. Not a common feeling for him. He’s not sure how he feels about it.

“Yo, newly minted Prince Ralph,” Maui says. “Looking for your friend? She should still be through here on the princess side.”

Maui sits up on crossed legs and pulls back a curtain. It looks perfectly dark inside, but it must be another data tunnel. Ralph breathes a sigh of relief. He still has plenty of time.

“Perfect, thank you!” Ralph says.

“You’re welcome,” Maui says with a wink.

But then Ralph hesitates just a second, one foot through the data tunnel as he looks back at Maui.

“Hey, just wondering...why weren’t you over there asking me all those weird questions too?”

Maui cocks an eyebrow at him and grins.

“Well, not to downplay your coronation or anything, Prince, but I’m not like the rest of ‘em,” Maui says. “‘Prince’ is a little amateur when you’re already a demigod and all.”

“A what?”

“Better hop to it, princey, you’ve got yourself a princess waiting. And don’t try singing, okay? I deal with enough from the rest of them.”

And before Ralph can say anything word, Maui’s given him a rather solid tap with his big fish hook, and shoved Ralph forward. With a yelp, Prince Ralph falls face first into the darkness, and zips off on his way to find Princess Vanellope.

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hoteldiscontent · 6 years ago

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Sovngarde Awaits || Execution Three

Time and time again the group found themselves at the end of a trial, and just like every other time it was time for the culprit to be dragged away to their untimely demise.

Execution, start.

Linh’s back was sore. She inwardly wished she was programmed with less susceptibility to sore joints and more murder plotting software. It was too late for any of those changes though as Linh opened her eyes to the scene of a cavern, herself sitting upon an ancient throne. The horned iron helmet on her head was also terribly uncomfortable and couldn’t provide much more protection atop her already metal cranium, so she cast it aside. Standing up made surveying the muggy dungeon all the easier.

“It’s a fucking dungeon.” It was a fucking dungeon. Specifically one similar to the level in Skyrim she found she was severely underleveled and under-equipped to deal with. Swearing under her breath Linh unsheathed her sword from the belt around her armor in search for an exit. An all-too familiar tune loomed over for all to hear.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dicrp9rYfmU

Coffins buried beneath dust and webs launch themselves open, skeletons awakening from their long slumber. Linh quickly shattered their bones with powerful swings. There was no time to loot the bodies when it was her own life on the line. She hurried up the staircase of the dungeon to find angry draugrs, with rotting flesh so disgusting this had to be real. She plunged a sword through each foul corpse. Linh continued up the levels, being confronted by enemies always more challenging then the next. She dispatched the automatons, slew the bear, exterminated the spiders, and finally avoided the troll, much too tired and beaten up to deal with it. She dove under its hulkish arms to run for the door, only barely making it to a door which Linh flung open to have a rock soar right past her head. She slammed the door just as fast, eager to be finished with the dungeon.

On top of the mountain peak, bathing in the sun, it was easy to see the punishment Linh had endured. Her armor was tattered, sword exhausted and dull with the tissue of various beasts, and then there was her body. It was clear Linh was completely machine. Metal plates on her thighs reflected back at the sky. Her neck was torn open, revealing not blood and gore but tubes leaking fluid. Poetically there was a similar gash that hard punctured her armor similar to the scar left by Koki. There wasn’t much for Linh to search of the snowy peak. There was no treasure or fast travel down to where the entrance of the nightmare would be. The music of battle still played from somewhere. There was nothing, the gamer realized, to signal the end of the level. She turned her mechanical neck quickly to the booming sound of flapping wings. Reflected in her wide and fearful eyes was the elder dragon, mountainous in size and terrifying in presence with it’s spiked back and thick tail threatening it’s power to knock Linh off the mountain. She had no weapon, no potions, no strategy for defeating this new challenger. Only one crazy plan. Linh cast her sword away, gripped her hands to the side of her face, and with a relieving sound of cushioned leather against skin, her headset popped off.

Sweat, or whatever liquid her body contained to mimic it, poured down her forehead. Linh was in her room back at the hotel. It wasn’t home, and she wasn’t free from the judgement of her former classmates, but it was safer than face to face with a dragon for sure. Her hands felt over her body, feeling every inch of smooth skin where an injury should have been, only stopping over where her spear-wound still was. Something that would have killed any human. Linh could figure out how to fix the compromising opening to her systems later. She stepped towards the hallway door, needing a glass of a water and an explanation for her friends. Linh turned the knob, and pulled.

There was no time to react. A nervous and relieved smile, one looking forward to the future of her true life, was still on her face when she opened into the unhinged jaw of the elder dragon. The searing breath of the dragon poured through her body and into the shared hotel room, scorching everything inside. A screeching sound could be heard over the dragon's roar, but could not be placed as Linh’s own screams while being cooked alive or the sounds of her metal insides wailing as they melted. In the end when the blazing of the room died down, and the dragon reared its head back into the hall, there was nothing left that could have been Linh left inside. Only soot.

Game. Over.

L1n, Former Super High School Level AI, has been executed.

(Art by Erin)

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MAYEM: The Crossing Pt. 2

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Gaster eyed them.

“... How long were you trapped?”

Kid hesitated.

“...mine guess a bit over two thousand years. Goop’s are a hundred. That’s the most average time, we think. But nothing’s certain.”

He hoped that was comforting.

“My original world was a thousand or so.” Goop corrected, “I can’t say for the world I’m in now though.”

Gaster’s eyes widened. “Trapped underground for over a thousand years? How did you even live?”

“With great difficulty!” Kid said, popping on a smile that intentionally missed his eyes and giving two thumbs up. “My world’s doing better now that the electricity’s stable, though.”

Gaster winced.

“We had the opposite problem as his it seems like.” Goop said, gesturing to his friend. “He had overpopulation, we had underpopulation at first. It was only starting to get crowded before-”

He hesitated, trying to think of what to call it. “-before the accident.”

“We had longer to grow,” Kid nodded in agreement, quickly trying to steer the conversation away from that. “And he had electricity right from the beginning. We only got things a couple generations behind humans, and even then, we didn’t ever really keep up with things; most light came from fires or glowing plants and rocks. Glad we got trapped under the one mountain that had a ton of those. That is a wonderful invention, by the way.”

He pointed up to the lightbulb above them.

“After plenty of explosions, mind.” Goop chuckled, his own CORE having taken many, many years to complete.

Gaster looked up at the lightbulb, still looking a little flabbergasted that these two had essentially lived in a cave.

“It’s not your invention if it doesn’t explode first,” Kid said.

He settled down, relaxing a little more. “So, what about you? Biggest thing to complain about up here? How long’s the city been this way?”

“Comparing to that? 20 years at most.” Gaster snorted, “Biggest issue we have is territory disputes and supplies from the outside. Police brutality.”

Kid winced, not fully understanding but… definitely knowing neither of that was anything he would ever want to have to survive.

“Don’t worry about comparing it. If I had my way, we’d stay in the cave.”

He tried to give Gaster a sympathetic look.

“You’d willingly stay in the cave?” Gaster stared.

“We have food, electricity, and the humans have basically forgotten us,” Kid said, flat. “Hell yes I’d rather stay in the cave. Knowing my world’s luck, we’ll be one of the ones that get right back into a war when we come up.”

“But isn’t it still at least a little dark and… cold? And cramped?”

In answer, Kid looked around the warehouse and then back at Gaster, giving him a look.

He lifted three fingers, ticking each off as he spoke. “Without magic: electricity, magma, quaint.”

Gaster still looked like he wasn’t convinced.

“To be fair it’s a big cave.” Goop said. “It’s an entire mountain.”

“I was an entire mountain, and then we kept digging,” Kid said, nodding. “...down to the magma. We hollowed out an entire cavern from the summit to the mantle. We had a lot of time on our hands.”

Gaster whistled. “... Guess you have to occupy yourself somehow with a few thousand years.”

Kid nodded, looking exhausted. “The number of puzzles built into the landscape is phenomenal and terrible.”

“... Puzzles?” Gaster blinked.

“Oh, thank fuck, you don’t have those here,” he said, sounding relieved. “Yeah. Want to get anywhere? Too bad, you either take the river or you have to cross these fucking conveyor belt mazes.”

“... Why would you build those…?” Gaster was still staring.

“Apparently it started out as fear that humans were going to come into the mountain and the puzzles would stop or at least slow them down,” Kid said, sighing. “....and then I think it just became part of the culture. And it was terrible.”

“... Oh… Well… no we don’t have anything like that here.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your city not living on top of spike pits and lava bridges. Trust me.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Gaster said, managing to smile just a little.

Kid smiled back, glad he’d managed a bit of a positive expression out of this Gaster.

As silence started to descend over them it was broken by a familiar, loud voice; “DINNER IS SERVED!”

Papyrus was already plating spaghetti for Gaster and Sans, this world’s Gaster glancing back at him but still keeping a little bit of an eye on the strangers. “Go get Sans, he can eat first. Then we can switch watch.”

“WELL ALRIGHT.” Papyrus sighed and started to walk up a set of steps towards what could be assumed was the roof.

Kid watched them go.

Glanced back to Gaster.

“Family, or…?”

“Family.” Gaster answered.

Goop looked even more curious now but didn’t dare say anything after being scolded for some of his earlier less than delicate questions.

Kid just smiled a little again, nodding and letting it rest at that.

Goop… couldn’t let it rest.

He had to know.

“Sons?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Gaster said.

It only made him more curious.

Fuck.

Kid could sort of sense that Goop was getting restless and quietly tried to sign to him, My kids are adopted too, remember? And they probably aren’t clones.

If there was a common link between goo monsters and skeletons, well, Kid didn’t know it.

“I can understand you.” Gaster said in the flattest monotone he could manage.

Goop stared at Kid.

“What. At least I don’t ask my rude questions aloud.”

Kid stared back.

Goop scoffed and flailed his arms a little in Kid’s direction.

“They’re my biological sons.” Gaster said, unprompted, knowing what they wanted to ask. “Their mother was a skeleton.”

The worst part was that Kid was probably more thrown that they’d found a Gaster who admitting to having an actual relationship than anything.

Goop was too. He blinked and looked at Kid, then Gaster, then back at Kid.

“... This is the first time one of us has had an actual relationship, isn’t it?”

“We… haven’t specifically asked, so…”

…

“...I mean, I can’t imagine Twitchy having a relationship, and…”

“Voidkid is off the table.” Goop added.

“Wait, what?” Gaster stared at them both. “You have two kids who look just like mine, right? So how’d that come about then?”

“Illegal cloning,” Kid said, then paused. “In both cases. Uh, the one in the hospital might’ve? But let’s forget I mentioned him.”

“... Cloning.” Gaster stated flatly.

“Cloning.” Goop said, holding up his hands to show the holes.

This world’s Gaster didn’t seem to have them.

“He was crazy and made kids out of his hands,” Kid said. “I was a normal monster and took a bone scraping.”

Still, it was interesting that the other didn’t have the holes.

“...if it helps, it hadn’t ever been something that our worlds thought would work until it actually happened, either. Yay, science?”

“I wanted to make sure it worked!” Goop scoffed.

“... Why didn’t you just have kids the normal way…?” Gaster stared.

“You are making the assumption people can stand us for that long,” Kid said, avoiding the subject that they hadn’t really… been aiming for kids. Or that they didn’t even consider spending time with people that way.

Goop didn’t though.

“We didn’t want kids when it happened.”

“... So why did you make them then?” Gaster asked.

“Moral failings,” Kid said, hoping Goop wasn’t about to explain making child soldiers to a father with nearly identical children who had apparently intentionally gone for having kids.

Goop glanced at Kid, but got the hint and then nodded in agreement.

Gaster narrowed his eyes.

“...we didn’t actually think the first ever cloning attempt would succeed and create a living child, okay? And then my lab decided to be terrible and made another one without my permission and it got messy but by the end I had guardianship of two kids.”

Hopefully his own story would keep Gaster from noticing or asking about Goop’s.

“Speak for yourself, I knew it would work.” Goop huffed.

Gaster cast his eyes over to him instead.

Goop’s shoulders sank a little.

Oops.

“Your ego’s the size of your fucking explosions,” Kid said, glancing back to Gaster. “Sorry.”

Goop sank a little more, but tried not to smile like an idiot.

Kid poked his cheek several times in exasperation.

All that reacted was the goo of his cheek being pushed further and further in at that same spot.

“What?” He laughed.

“I’m drilling a hole in your face because I can’t think of anything else to do. I didn’t think it’d really work this well, though.”

“That’s really weird to watch.” Gaster said.

“We’re full of weird shit.” Goop grinned, the hole going a bit deeper with each poke.

“Want to try?” Kid offered, glancing at Gaster. “I promise, it’s even weirder doing it.”

Gaster made a disgusted noise. “No thanks.”

“You know what’s even weirder?” Goop said, then shifted his face entirely to look at Kid without actually moving the position of his head at all.

Kid put a hand on Goop’s face and tried to shove it back in place. “Stop that or I’ll open my skull up again.”

He did his best to cover his grin with a tone of immense exasperation.

“Darling I thought you loved me for all my quirks, what is this?” Goop asked, sounding hurt.

“I can’t remember the specifics, but I am pretty sure I took that back, because you were offended and said, ‘but I love you despite your duck face’ and I said, ‘yes, but you have even worse than a duck face.’”

“You’re mean as hell.” Goop laughed, but shifted his face back regardless.

Poor Gaster was just staring now.

“And you’re the only one I’ll actually be that mean with,” Kid said, before catching the look on Gaster’s face.

“...we’ve both been stuck together for a very long time. It happens.”

“... How long?” Gaster blinked.

“... fuck. That’s a good question.” Kid looked towards Goop, completely lost on this point.

Goop stared back at Kid. “... You’re relying on the wrong guy to have any concept of time.” He laughed, “But, uh… shit… how old are your kids? It was whenever they were born around?”

“It was twenty years before you dragged me out of the void. Afterwards, though?”

He thought long and hard about that. “... Has it been ten years since then?”

Goop had done a lot of jumping around before pulling his double on this mission with him. Both of them had if you counted when Goop had been captured.

“...that’s a long time,” Kid said, wincing a little. “I guess it could’ve been?”

Goop couldn’t help himself, he laughed at that.

It… really wasn’t to him.

Maybe it wasn’t a long time to Goop, but to Kid, who was still technically under a hundred and had never really expected to live past twelve, a decade was a very long time.

He just shook his head.

“...so, yeah… it’s been a while, somehow.”

“That does seem like a pretty long time.” Gaster said.

“How old are you?” Goop asked.

“41.”

Goop choked a little and hid his face, laughing again.

“You are so old,” Kid said to Goop. “You don’t get to judge people based on age.”

He turned back to Gaster again. “I just figure I’m eternally late fourties. Makes it simpler. But he was already in the thousands by the time the whole mess happened, so he doesn’t get to talk.”

“I KNOW I’m old!” Goop whined, putting his hands to his face.

“How do you even manage to live that long?” Gaster asked.

Goop just laughed.

“I know, right?! I figure he’s just the most stubborn of us all.”

“Technically- TECHNICALLY I might be dead. So there’s that?” Goop said, pointing.

“Wh-”

“Yeah, but you weren’t when you hit a thousand! So that doesn’t count.”

Kid tried to brush through the subject like it was nothing special.

“At least I’ve not aged a day over 18 mentally!” Goop grinned, folding his arms over his chest.

“You’re a treasure, Goop,” Kid said, patting his head and sighing deeply.

“Thank you.” Goop beamed.

Gaster was still just sort of staring again. “... And you two are hunting some… anomaly destroying worlds…?”

… It was his turn to laugh.

“Yeah,” Kid said, grinning at the laughter. “That’s probably the only appropriate response at this point.”

Gaster laughed for a bit longer before calming down. “Wow. The world is doomed, I guess.”

“Rude.” Goop huffed.

“We’re not that bad… hypothetically.”

Gaster snorted.

“I think we’ve done an okay job so far. Haven’t died!” Goop grinned, then added. “Again!”

Kid coughed.

He didn’t object anymore than that.

It was easy to forget Goop was an optimist until you had points like these. It was easy to wonder where Papyrus got his pep from.

Yet here he was, a shattered, weak little soul incapable of feeling, trying to encourage his friend that they weren’t doing too bad despite all the horrible, horrible shit they had both been put through.

Gaster just rolled his eyes.

He would’ve been dead.

Goop had a chip on his soul, and it could’ve been a lot bigger.

But Kid didn’t say that aloud.

He just sighed and glanced back at Gaster, smiling again, and said, “We try, at least.”

Gaster shook his head, their conversation only going partially overheard by the pair of skeletons sat at the table on the other side of the warehouse after they had come down to eat.

Sans approached them then, patting Gaster on the shoulder. “Swap.”

Gaster got up to go eat and his son took his spot. “Good luck.”

They stayed quiet while the swap occured, rolling eyes at that wish of good luck.

“We’re not that bad,” he promised.

“We’re only bad around other Gasters.” Goop grinned.

“sounds like you were havin’ fun.” Sans said, leaning down into the old couch.

“You know when your dad’s enjoying himself, right?” Kid asked, “How’d we do?”

“not bad for a pair ‘a beginners.” Sans said, trademark grin firmly in place.

“How’s a pro do it?” Kid asked, clearly assuming Sans was the pro in this relationship.

Sans tsked and waved a bony finger. “like i’m gonna spill my secrets.”

Kid shrugged, nodding. “Alright. Fair enough.”

“welp. time to get busy workin’. pop said i gotta keep an eye on ya, so…”

Sans shifted to lay down on the couch and put his hat over his eyes to nap.

Kid snorted.

He sat down at the base of the machine, watching Sans nap a little before turning to Goop, signing, ‘got a spare sudoku book?’

Goop reached into his chest, stopping at the sound of a gun again.

“nah i wouldn’t do that.” Sans said, a gun slipped under his arm, pointing back towards them without looking up.

“... God dammit I never thought storing things inside myself would be such a fucking issue.” Goop sighed.

“...can he just drop everything and we pick it up?” Kid asked, not particularly threatened by the gun, but… the machine was right behind them, and he really wasn’t looking forward to finding out how much bullets actually hurt.

Sans sat up, pushing his hat back up over his head to look at them. “... ok.”

“Okay, but I’m setting them down. Some of these things I can’t drop.” Goop said, gathering up everything inside him, his arm growing a bit and extending towards the ground in a tentacle to gently rest everything on the ground in front of them.

The scanner, his tablet, a sudoku book, a magazine, a notebook and pen.

The flash drive stayed firmly inside him.

If there were anything else besides the flash drive hidden inside, Kid didn’t mention or ask. He just picked up the sudoku book and pen, said, ‘thanks,’ and went back to ignoring the gun.

Goop gestured to Sans as if to say ‘see?’

Sans stared at him for a moment before the gun was put away and he returned to napping.

Kid had been trying to sign to not disturb Sans from his nap, but, well. So much for that plan.

He just sighed and stayed quiet, doing the puzzles and trying to relax down again.

Goop sighed in annoyance and settled beside his double, arms crossing over his chest both simply as somewhere to rest them and to put a little more mass between any guns and his soul.

This was boring.

At least it wasn’t fighting.

Kid spotted him looking annoyed and quietly picked up the magazine, handing it to him hopefully.

...they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. But he felt the same.

At least the weren’t fighting, but… he wasn’t looking forward to staying in this world.

Goop took the offered magazine and opened it to stare at it for awhile.

The night would go painfully, boringly slow. Sans would switch with Gaster again after awhile, apparently not leaving Papyrus to any of the work.

They didn’t make much small talk this time, opting to read or do their puzzles instead.

Kid wouldn’t have minded watching things on the tablet, but… he had a feeling that might not work out the best in this world, especially with how many of Goop’s movies had violence and gunshots in them.

So they didn’t. They just bided them time, waiting for the second day to begin.

Eventually Goop would turn to Kid, having grown bored of his magazine and settling to just sit and do little but think.

“You need to sleep?”

He blinked a little, glancing towards the local residents, then back at Goop.

“I… guess I could, yeah.”

...The were probably not really allowed to go back in the ship, so he just sighed, handed over the puzzle book and pen, and leaned on Goop’s shoulder.

“...you try to sleep, too, okay?”

“Maybe after you.” Goop said, not sounding very content with the idea of falling asleep in this world.

He settled a bit, content to act as his double’s pillow throughout the rest of the night.

Kid didn’t feel much like falling asleep either, but… if he had to, he supposed he would.

It took a long while before he succeeded, but eventually, he did manage to fall into a light doze, still partly aware.

The next day would come and it wouldn’t be much better. Sans and Gaster would swap throughout, taking turns watching their guests without commenting much about them. One of them always seemed to be keeping watch on the roof too, so it was clear their presence was dividing their attention from something else they were trying to keep an eye on.

Near the end of the second day, Kid looked up slowly, trying not to sigh.

“...if we’re distracting you, we can go inside the machine and just not come out until the jump. You can barricade the door and everything.”

Gaster mumbled a little, “Rather have you where I can keep an eye on you.”

He seemed a little more okay with them after the first day, but… he still didn’t want them out of his sight.

Kid nodded slowly and tried to not show disappointment. He thought he succeeded fairly well.

“...got a pack of cards? Or can we go grab ours?”

Gaster nodded and turned, digging into a drawer beside the couch and pulling out a pack. He started to shuffle them.

“What games do you know?”

They weren’t the only ones bored of this routine.

“Poker, Blackjack, Go Fish, War…” he hoped the games were all played the same in this world, but just in case, “Calvinball. You can teach us whatever, too, if you’re playing.”

“Blackjack?” Gaster asked, not questioning what it was, but offering for that to be the game they played.

“Careful, Kid is a cheater.” Goop grinned.

“It might also be called 21? 21 Pickup?”

“And I don’t cheat when playing when someone who has no hope of winning either way,” he said, nodding. “Dealer gives cards out. Lay them out. You can ask for another card or you can pass. Adding up the numbers on your cards, you want to be the closest to reaching twenty-one without going over twenty-one. Jacks are elevens, Queens are twelves, Kings are thirteen, Aces are either one or eleven.”

Gaster laughed, “I know how to play Blackjack.”

He finished shuffling the cards and started to deal them.

“Ah, sorry, you sounded confused,” but he nodded and took what cards he was dealt, starting to play.

The night would at least go a little bit faster with all of them crowded around the table playing cards. The family seemed to sleep where the couches were and didn’t have any problems dozing lightly throughout the night, switching places on a regular basis, one moving up to the roof while the other came down for a rest.

It was an hour or so into their game when the sound of Papyrus rushing down the steps broke any good spirits that had managed to be lifted.

He crashed through the door and kept on running towards the couches.

“THEY’RE HERE!”

#mayem #the crossing #goop #kid #mob au #guns #sans #papyrus

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