#Henry is not used to such comments so he's happy and embarrassed

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 13

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: SMUT, p in v intercourse, face sitting (oral F), tiny mention of butt stuff 😜, angst, period, Emma embarrassed, anxious Sy, Nana (because her sassiness is a warning), language

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 12

Two weeks have passed since Emma’s parents visited and we have been spending the night together every night since. I’ve cleaned out a drawer in my bedroom that now holds extra clothes for when Emma’s here including some work scrubs so she can leave straight from my house. She cleaned out a drawer at her house for me and my spare clothes. I haven’t had this level of commitment to someone since I was in my twenties, but rather than feeling afraid I feel comforted. Coming home to her is just the most incredible feeling. She has really transformed my house into a home simply with her presence. We gave each other spare keys to each other’s homes last week so we wouldn’t have to wait on each other. I have finally accepted that Emma is my end game and I can’t run from happiness anymore. She’s basically aware of how damaged I am, having seen me through my worst flashback yet and even then, she wasn’t scared away. I often catch myself thinking about us living together, marrying her, and what our lives would look like if she would have me. I made myself so hard thinking about her pregnant with my children that I had to take a second shower one day last week. May have tapped into a bit of a breeding kink there but I plan to keep that to myself.

Tonight, it’s a Friday night and we decided to stay at mine. I’m on my way home and pull up to see that Emma’s jeep is already parked in the driveway and I smile. The vet clinic closes early on Friday afternoons due to it being slow, but this is the first time she’s beat me home. I unlock the front door and my nostrils are assaulted with the most incredible smelling aroma after a long day in the sun. I’m surprised that there are no dogs rushing to bombard me with excitement at the door, but as I walk further down the hall to find them practically on top of Emma on the couch as a show played on the tv. 

“Hi Darlin’. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” I say with a kiss to her forehead from behind the couch that she’s resting on. Emma’s lounging in one of my t-shirts and some of her teeny tiny sleep shorts that never fail to make me instantly hard. I can even tell that she’s braless and I’m tempted to cop a feel. 

“Mmm. Hi babe. How was work?”

“Hot.” I say honestly as I spent the majority of the day outside in the sun building a porch for a client. “Something smells amazing in the kitchen.”

“The lasagna has about ten more minutes until it’s done. I figure that’s enough time for you to shower or change into comfortable clothes before we eat.”

“You’re too damn good to me, Sugar.” I say as I tuck a stray hair from her eyes that’s fallen from her messy updo. 

“Nope, just trying to be as good as you deserve.” She says with a shy smile and I find myself not wanting to leave her presence even for just a quick shower after being without her all day. I make a point to greet the dogs who have traitorously not left Emma’s side even to greet me as I chuckle to myself at how quickly this astonishing woman has won all of us over.

I head to my bedroom, chucking clothes off as I go and toss them all into the hamper, which is surprisingly empty. I hop in the shower not wasting any time getting back to my girl, and a delicious smelling meal. Once I’m through, I put on some lounge shorts and a t-shirt and find Emma in the kitchen plating up our food. She’s made lasagna with garlic bread, and she poured us each a glass of sweet tea. My stomach growled at the sight and she giggled cutely as I helped carry the food to the table. Before she sits, I wrap her into my arms and kiss her. 

“Thank you for making dinner, Sugar.”

“Mmm, anytime. You sure you’re okay with me using the key and showing up before you got here? I was bored at the house and figured the pups would keep me company.”

“Darlin’, I can’t possibly tell you how much it brought a smile to my face having you here when I got home. I always want you here. Feels like a home with you in it. Now, let’s eat this feast, babygirl.”

“I made brownies for dessert.” She grins as she picks up her drink.

“You trying to make me pop a boner at the dinner table?” I ask jokingly and she chokes on her sip of sweet tea. Once Emma’s breath comes back to her after I dutifully contributed by smacking her back, we both start laughing so hard she has tears streaming down her face.

“I did not expect you to say that, Sy!” I’ve noticed she calls me Sy when she’s being playful or out in public. When it’s just us or family around, she calls me Austin and I honestly really like that since nobody ever uses my first name besides her.

“I usually think of that sweet pussy when I think of dessert, but I don’t mind having a brownie or two first.” I say with a wink and she shakes her head at me with a grin.

“So vulgar, Mr. Syverson.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Ms. Miller.” I joke back.

We ate dinner until we were stuffed and I quickly began cleaning the kitchen.  “Don’t look at me like that, woman. You cooked all of this. I’m cleaning. Go turn on your show and relax.” I tell her and she smacks my ass as she walks to the living room, with the dogs faithfully following her lead. I clean up and don’t hear the tv going so when I go looking for her, I see her in the backyard with the dogs. The summer heat has lessened as it is approaching dusk and Emma stands just outside the screened in porch throwing a tennis ball for Mills. Aika is rolling in the grass as lightning bugs start appearing at the edge of the yard. I walk out and wrap Emma tightly in my arms. 

“I thought I told you to relax, Angel.”

“I am. This house, your property, everything about being here relaxes me. It’s so calm and quiet here.”

“Yeah? Always thought of this place as my little slice of heaven. Even more with you here.” I tell her and she smiles.

“Think you could see yourself living here with me one day?” I ask knowing it’s probably way to early and I might freak her out. To my surprise, she smiles and wraps her arms along my forearms that are holding her waist. 

“It’s almost too easy to imagine that.” She whispers.

“Yeah?” I ask and she nods.

“Want to move in with me?” I ask surprising myself even. It’s early in the relationship still, but it feels right.

“Isn’t it too soon?” She asks as she turns and looks at my face scanning for the answer to her question.

“I guess that’s up to us to decide. I’m not ever wanting to pressure ya, Sugar, but I can’t say I don’t picture us living here together in this big old house. Maybe one day even some kids to fill up those bedrooms.”

Emma beams and kisses me. Moments of gentle kisses soon become heated and I’m guiding her back inside the screened in porch, the screen door squealing in protest as it slams behind us. 

“Time for dessert, and I don’t mean the brownies.” I say between passionate kisses. My hands are under the too large shirt she’s wearing, and I pull it over her head. She seemingly has no qualms about being topless here in my secluded backyard and I quickly reach behind my neck and pull my own shirt off so I can feel her skin against mine. Our hands are everywhere, groping and teasing at the same time before I turn her back against my chest and take her breasts in my hands while nipping down her neck. After sucking on her skin, I turn and lay myself down on my back on the outdoor couch that I had built a few years ago. 

“Climb on, sweetness.” I tell her and she slides her tiny shorts down along with her barely there thong and steps out of them. Emma reaches for my shorts that are tented from my very obvious boner but I shake my head and point to my chin. Emma’s cheeks turn bright pink and I smirk at her.

“Got your seat all ready for ya, Darlin’. Let me have a taste of that perfect peach.”

“I’ve never done that.” She whispers as I pull her close to my face. 

“Sit down.” I tell her.

“Austin, you won’t be able to breathe, I’ll smother you!” Emma frets. Like her tiny little frame could possibly suffocate me, but even so that would be the ideal way to go.

“Woman, just sit on my face!” I say as I pull her hips and ass down and hold her tightly. Emma gasps when she contacts my beard and I blow my warm breath onto her delicate core.

“That’s more like it, Sugar. Relax and let me eat.” I command with a smack to her ass cheeks. Emma surges forward and grips the arm rest of the couch as I get to work. I slide my tongue around her entrance and lick up in figure eights around her clit. Emma’s breathing becomes faster and when I spear my tongue into her opening she moans. My hands knead and massage her buttocks as I stare up at her heaving breasts that are chasing each breath she takes. Her eyes are closed tightly as her head tilts back slightly from the sensation I’m providing. When I begin putting pressure on her sensitive little button, Emma begins grinding against my face, her earlier hesitation seemingly no longer of concern. I double down and focus my efforts of pleasuring her as best as I can. My arm stretches out and grabs a handful of her breasts and lightly pinch the peaked bud. God, I could stay down here all day watching her like this. I continue teasing her sensitive nipples and am finally rewarded with her grinding down hard as her hands are grasping the short hair on my head. Emma moans loudly in her bliss, not caring one bit that we are outside. Her thighs clamp around me as I suck on her sweet little nub and greedily swallow up the juices that are dripping from her core. I maneuver Emma to where she is laying on top of me as she comes down from her high and wipe my soaked beard with my hand. Emma leans up to kiss me and I’m certain she can taste her little cunt on my lips which makes me painfully hard. 

“Fuck me, Sy. Hard.” She whines which makes me immediately sit up and lean her over the arm of the outdoor couch. Emma is panting in wordless anticipation as run my finger through her slick arousal before dropping my shorts and pressing myself against her. Emma impatiently pushes her ass further into my leaking erection and after spreading her legs a little wider, I slide home.

“Fucking hell, Darlin’. Never had a pussy feel so good. You’re perfect, baby girl.” I growl at her warm, wet heat as it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. It’s a privilege being able to worship her body and that knowledge is not lost on me. I give her only a moment to adjust before I retreat and then slam into her again. 

“Ah! Baby! You feel so good inside of me.” She mewls as I thrust into her. I spread her round globes and look at her perfect little asshole.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby girl. So beautiful and sexy.” I grunt.

“Tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing, Sugar.” I command. My ball sack is smacking her clit each time I thrust forward and I can no longer help myself. I spit onto her tight hole and gently circle it with my thumb. Emma moans at the sensation and I slowly slide my thumb into her tight rim. I smack her left ass cheek as I gently prod my thumb in and out of her snug hole.

“Fuck babe! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah Darlin’, let go for me. Let me feel you soak my cock.” I grunt.

Emma moans as she clamps down around me and I spear into her harder and faster until I reach my release, spurting my seed into her channel. Emma presses her body against the couch and I can’t help but lay across her soft back as I try and catch my breath. I’m not as young as I once was, but Sy’s still got it.

Emma looks absolutely shattered so once I remove myself from her, I gather our clothes, let the dogs inside and carry her to the master bathroom. I set her on the toilet while I start filling the bathtub and appreciate Emma’s sleepy smile at my preparations. While the water is filling, I jog back down to the kitchen, wash my hands, and grab the platter of brownies Emma made with two cups of milk. Emma giggles when she sees me smuggling our treats back into the bathroom and setting out a stool next to the tub to place them on. When the water is filled and the bubbles are sufficient, I step in first before helping Emma in and positioning her on my lap. Emma’s back rests against my chest and I think about the last time we bathed in here together and how nervous I was for her to sleep over. Now, I only sleep poorly when she’s not next to me. I lean forward and get each of us a brownie and we gently bump them together with a “cheers” before digging in. 

“I gave Millsy-bear his last set of puppy shots this afternoon when I got here, by the way.” She says.

“Thanks, Sugar. No wonder he was snuggling hard on the couch when I made it home.”

“I gave him treats and extra cuddles for having to get a shot. Aika got one just for being cute. Bribery is key in veterinary medicine.” Emma says.

“You make house calls for all of your clients?”

“Only one. My favorite.”

“You’re my favorite too, Sugar.” I place a kiss on her temple.

“Oh, I was talking about Mills… Awkward.” She jokes and I tickle her ribs.

 “I guess you’re up there on the list of my favorite things.” Emma says with kiss to my lips before picking a brownie crumb from my scruff. She smiles as she eats it and then takes a bite out of her dessert.

“Are you always this happy?” I ask her without thinking. I know I have a reputation of being extremely serious, or a ‘grump’ as Alex says, but Emma is the opposite. She’s like sunshine. The daytime to my nighttime. She’s made me smile and laugh more in these three months than probably ever before.

“Um not at all. You just make me really happy, Sy.” 

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Darlin.”

Emma and I lay in the tub talking about all things that come to mind until the water gets cold and my perpetual warmth isn’t enough for her. She's shivering as we climb out. We rinse off the bubble bath in the shower quickly before getting in bed and falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. 

I wake up early the next morning, close to six am and see my sleeping beauty is still a mess of hair and disheveled blankets next to me. She slept in one of my t-shirts last night since she was still cold from our extended bath, and as no surprise it’s twisted up around her waist. I smile at her disarray before snuggling up to her. When I do, I feel like I’ve rolled in something wet so I lift the covers. Oh no, a little patch of blood. Emma must’ve started her period in her sleep and knowing what I do about how she’s been treated in the past, I don’t want her to panic. I ease out of bed to grab some clothes, using my military stealth to do so as quietly as possible. Luckily my girl could sleep through a tornado, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I scribbled out a quick note telling her not to panic, and that I’ve run to the store but I’ll be right back in case she wakes up before placing it on my pillow.

Thank goodness there is a pharmacy about seven minutes from my house. I walk in and try my best to think of anything she might need. I purchase some tampons, pads, painkillers, a hot water bottle, and all of the chocolate my arms can carry. They even had some flowers there and I grabbed those at the checkout. The elderly woman at the register just smiled at me and told me I was a “good man.” This should be the standard for men taking care of their women, but clearly, it’s not. I quickly load everything up and head back to the house. I head to bedroom and Emma hasn’t moved an inch. I take the female hygiene items to the bathroom and place them on the countertop, before going to gently wake Emma up. I hate to do it but I figure it’s likely better to let her only see a little spot of blood rather than a big one and panicking even more.

“Sugar… Hey beautiful.” I stroke her hair away from her face and she gently shakes her head at me.

“uh-uh… no.” She grunts and I chuckle. 

“Darlin’, can you wake up for me for just a minute please?”

“It’s Saturday… and still dark out, Sy.” She says after peaking one eye open.

“I know, and I’ll let you go back to sleep in just a minute but I need your attention.”

She yawns before I continue.

“I don’t want you to panic, so please remember, it’s okay. I’m not like the guys you’ve been with in the past.”

“Sy? What are you saying? It’s too early for riddles.”

“I think you may have started your period last night. Now, it’s no problem but I wanted to let you know so you co”

“Oh my god!” She interrupts, jerking covers up above her head to appraise the situation. 

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” She says with tears rimming her eyes as she lifts her head from the covers.

“Now, stop it right there. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It’s okay, Sugar. Take a breath.” 

“I… um.. need to head back to my house.” She says quickly as a tear falls from her eye.

“I’ve got everything you need, baby, and I’m going to take care of you. Now, head on into the bathroom and take care of what you need to, and I’ll take care of this.” 

“Sy, I’m so embarrassed. I need tampons and I didn’t bring any. I will replace the sheets.”

“No need, I’ll just toss ‘em in the washer and it’ll be just fine. I bought tampons and pads. They’re on the counter.” I help her out of bed and lead her into the bathroom. 

“I tried to get a little bit of everything since I don’t know what you prefer so you just do what you need to do, baby girl. Nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise.” I kiss her forehead and she nods as more tears streak down her face. I want to scoop her up and stop her tears but figured she might just want a minute alone to collect herself. I hear the shower turn on as I close the door behind me.

I walk out and quickly strip the bed and throw the sheets in the washer before making the bed up with clean sheets. As I’m making the bed, I get angry thinking about her douche ex-boyfriend who made her feel so ashamed for her body doing something that it is supposed to do. The more I think about it, the angrier I get as I’m shoving the pillows into the new pillowcases.

“Um, thank you, for the stuff.” I hear Emma whisper as I quickly turn around and see her there. She looks so small as she wraps her arms around herself.

“Is what I got okay?” I ask and she nods before going to her bag and pulling on some new panties, t-shirt, and sweatpants.

I pat the clean bed and she crawls up next to me before I hear her sob into my chest. I can’t seem to get her to look at me as she buries her face into my chest so I just hold her until her breath comes easier.

“Feel better?”

“Not really. I’m just embarrassed.”

“No need to be baby girl. I promise you, it’s fine. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“You make me comfortable. It’s just hard to change how I think after being told it was disgusting my whole life.”

“Trust me, if I ever see that douchebag again I will punch him so hard for ever making you feel like that.” I tell her as I wipe a tear from her cheek.

“Let me take care of you?” I ask and Emma nods with a small smile.

“Good. I got you an arsenal of chocolate, some painkillers, and a hot water bottle too.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Isn’t that stuff helpful?”

“It is, very much so… I just mean you didn’t have too.” 

“I want too… Sugar, I love you.” I say and Emma sits up to look at me.

“You do?” She bites her lip.

“I love you more than I can even articulate.” I tell her truthfully.

“I love you too, Austin. I love you so much.” She says and I swear to God, I am beaming. 

I love this woman and she loves me. Emma leans forward and kisses me in a kiss so consuming I can picture our whole lives together. After kissing a little, we lay back down and I stroke her hair until she’s fallen back asleep. When she’s thoroughly asleep, I ease up and decide to take the dogs out to get them a little bit of exercise before heading to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. 

Emma saunters downstairs about two hours later seeming more well rested as I’ve got her breakfast plated up. She kisses on the dogs who are eagerly corralling around her legs before walking over to me and kissing me tenderly. 

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“Anything for you, sweet darlin’.” I wink over my coffee cup as Emma fills her cup and adds her creamer.

Emma glances at her phone with an inquisitive look. 

“Everything alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, I just was checking my security cameras. I think the Rodriguez family across the street from me got their teenager a car. It’s been parked out in the street across from the house all day yesterday. I knew he must be close to driving age. It just turned around in my driveway so I got a notification on my phone. That’s all.” She says nonchalantly and I nod at her assumption.

“What should we do today?” I ask her as we eat.

“Maybe go to the grocery store? I figured I could go ahead and meal prep for the week. I also need to get the ingredients to make banana pudding for your Nana and PawPaw’s house.”

“Sugar, you don’t have to go to all that trouble.” I start but Emma shakes her head.

“No, when we talked last week I told her that I wouldn’t mind bringing dessert.” I just about choke on my bacon.

“She called you?” I ask and Emma blushes.

“She did. Is that okay?” 

“Of course, that’s more than fine… I just don’t want her bothering you. She’s a bit of a handful if you know what I mean. I didn’t even realize she got your number.”

“Well, she told me not to tell you because you would ‘whine about her interfering’, but she called the vet clinic and got in touch with me there. She said she wanted to make sure I was joining y’all for lunch Sunday, and then wanted my mom’s number so they could keep in touch.”

“That woman.” I shake my head incredulously. 

“I ask her to not interfere, and she goes around calling you and your family. Good grief.” I chuckle at the audacity of Nana. She’s going to get her way no matter what. She’s never gone to these extremes to contact anyone I’ve dated though, so maybe it’s a good thing.

Emma giggles.

“I think it’s sweet. Anyway, we got to talking about her cooking and I offered to make dessert. If that’s okay with you, let’s go ahead and go to the store after breakfast.” 

“I’ll do anything you want me too, Sugar.” 

We eat and chat a bit before Emma changes clothes and starts gathering her items to head to the store. I head upstairs and throw on some different clothes as well before we load up and head to the store. 

When we get there, I’m in charge of the buggy. Emma has a list on her phone of all the items she needs to get, so I just follow her with the cart as she gathers her items. I also add a few of my own favorites as we are traversing the aisles, such as chips and beef jerky.

Once we’ve got everything on our list, we head to the checkout and I insist again on paying. Emma crosses her arms, jutting out her hip with a scowl that I can’t help but chuckle at. She’s like an angry kitten and I just want to kiss all over her face, so I do. After we pay, we make our way out the doors.

“By the way, you said you wanted steaks one night this week. Did you remember to put those in the cart?” 

“Shit, I totally forgot. Here,” I hand Emma my truck keys. “Let me run back and grab some while you put the groceries in the truck?” I ask and Emma nods. I kiss her forehead before jogging back in the store to collect and purchase the forgotten steaks. 

I skip the small talk with the cashier and head straight for the self-check out so that I hopefully don’t keep Emma waiting too long. After buying our main dinner entrée, I head outside toward my large grey truck, with Syverson Contracting Inc. embossed along the side. Emma must’ve loaded the groceries quickly as I don't see her. I walk over and notice she’s not in the passenger seat before I hear her scream.

“LET GO OF ME!” I drop the bag and turn to look for her. About 30 yards away, I spot someone I recognize. Then it dawns on me who it is. 

Colin.

Part 14

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Author's Note: Ya girl's struggling with a sinus infection right now but I was able to finally get this posted! Had an ultrasound today and baby was healthy and active so I am happy!

[agerefanfics]

Warning: this story contains a little bit of angst, mild swearing and usage of a safe coping mechanism (agere). If you don't enjoy stuff like this, please don't read it.

Any hate comments will be removed and blocked!

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(Author's note: This takes place during 'Forever and Ever', one of the most disliked thomas episodes by the community. I am taking this episode and making something new out of it, so please enjoy!)

"So Edward, What do you think?"

Gordon asked, confident that he'd be able to persuade Edward to come back to Tidmouth sheds. It had been a while since Edward left the sheds for Wellsworth (Aka Edward's Station), and the news of Henry moving to Vicarstown left the big blue engine in a frantic state of denial.

He hoped Edward would say 'Yes, i'd love to come back!' or something along the lines of that. It was only what Edward said that made his world come crashing down.

"Thanks for asking Gordon..again. But i'm very happy at Wellsworth!"

That was the final kicker for Gordon. Everything in his life was crumbling down at this point and it finally hit rock bottom. Even if he were to see Edward and Henry occasionally, it just wasn't the same without them at Tidmouth Sheds.

The poor Blue engine began to stammer and plead with the other blue engine, frantically trying to find the words he so desperately tried to grasp. It wasn't until Phillip and Sir Topham Hatt showed up that Gordon really was at a loss for words. He could barely hear the Hatt's scolding until he finally snapped.

"It's not fair!" Gordon Exclaimed. None of them expected such an outburst from such a big engine. His face was flushed red in anger and sadness, tiny tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"First it was you Edward, and now Henry's leaving too! This is the worst thing ever!" He shouted louder than his pumping pistons as he started to back away, trying his hardest to hold back the tears that wanted to break down his face.

Once he was out of sight, Edward looked to the other engines and Sir Topham Hatt. They all wondered what was going on with Gordon. First it was the unneeded temper tantrum and now he was not acting like himself. Edward decided that without a word to even Sir Topham Hatt, he'd head out to find Gordon himself and talk to him.

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Gordon softly sobbed in his birth at Tidmouth sheds, trying his hardest to rid of the tears that stained his face. His conductor was helping by wiping away the tears with his cloth tissue, But Gordon didn't feel any better.

"Don't worry Gordon," Said his conductor, whom tried to give a warm smile to the big engine.

"I'm sure once you talk to Edward, things might not be so bad." Gordon sniffled.

"Nothing will help with how i feel, Everything in my life is being taken away from me!"

the conductor consoled the big engine, before heading back to the cab to find something important.

"I know exactly what you need, Gordon." his conductor said, as be walked back to the engine with a blue pacifier, perfectly matching the big engine's color.

Gordon's face flushed, he was embarrassed to see such an item in his sight. "I don't need that...thing." He uttered, looking away in embarassment.

His conductor sighed.

"Gordon, i've said it many times and i'll say it again. There's no shame in using this if it helps you calm down. Now let's not try to make a fuss about it." Gordon hated to admit, but his conductor was right. And so, without even making a grumble, he lets his conductor gently pop the pacifier into his mouth. At first it felt weird for such an item to be in his mouth, but as he began to suckle, he felt his boiler bubble down slowly. He almost felt peaceful if it wasn't for the sound of a familier whistle from a familiar, old blue engine.

Gordon froze, unsure of what to say. He wanted to rid of the pacifier as quickly as possible, but Edward would possibly question it still. He didn't have time to react when he heard the engine's voice

"Gordon?" Edward called out. No response. He hesitated in that moment to wonder if he should just leave the engine alone, until he saw the conductor step out of the birth and approached Edward. "I came to talk." Edward said softly to Gordon's conductor.

"I think Gordon would like to talk to you too, I think he really needs you right now."

"But i must warn you that He's not..'all there' right now and he'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone else about this." The conductor finished.

Edward was surprised at the response. What did 'Not all there' even mean? Nevermind, there's no time to question things, Gordon needed someone and it was going to be him. Approaching one of the other births, he slowly entered the birth next to gordon and looked at the upset engine. he slightly gasped when he saw the blue pacifier, which made Gordon look to the side in shame. Edward felt bad for having such a reaction, but who wouldn't be surprised? Gordon, the strongest and most mature engine on the island of sodor, now reduced to a sniveling and sad engine.

"Oh my um...I'm sorry for the reaction Gordon, i'm just surprised you'd use an um... that thing.." Edward muttered, not exactly finding the words to make it sound less hurtful for Gordon.

"Pacifwier." Gordon said, the object muffling his words.

Edward's boiler perked up when he heard Gordon.

"A What? I can't exactly hear you well, Gordon."

Gordon grumbled, spitting the pacifier out in disgust.

"It's a pacifier, god dammit!" He exclaimed, only to regret his words as Edward looked hurt from it.

"I...I'm sorry Edward."

"How long?" Edward asked.

"..What?" Gordon questioned.

"How long has this been going on for you?" He asked once more.

Gordon's face flushed once more, the idea of being an age regressor was a difficult one to explain, and yet he had to explain it in some way for Edward. He sighed, and looked at the other engine.

"Since you left Tidmouth sheds. I just..i just miss you and Henry so much already. I wish you didn't have to leave."

Edward sighed.

"I know change is hard for you Gordon, but it doesn't mean we aren't friends anymore. You'll always be my friend, no matter how far apart we may be." Edward said, giving the other engine a warm and caring smile.

"But..What about the pacifier? and the meltdowns? and the-" Gordon was cut off by Edward audibly shushing him.

"Gordon. Regardless of how you..cope, you'll always be my friend no matter what. Nothing will change that."

Gordon looked down, thinking about what had just been said to him by the slightly smaller blue engine. He sighed, and looked at the engine once more, his eyes still slightly full of tears.

"Thank you, Edward." Was all he could muster out before he began to sniffle and whimper. Edward quietly shushed the engine. If it wasn't for the fact that they both lacked any limbs, he'd be rubbing the bigger engine's back and consoling him.

"It's no trouble at all, Gordon. Just let it all out."

And so, Gordon did. It may have lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like hours for Gordon when he finally calmed down. Edward smiled at the now calmed big engine, and decided that now was the time to make an offer to him.

"Hey, what do you say to this: You can stay in the sheds at wellsworth for the night, and i'll explain everything to sir topham hatt in the morning?"

Gordon smiled, his tears finally running dry.

"Can i also bring my uh...um.."

Edward chuckled.

"Yes, you can bring your Binky with you, If it helps you."

The word 'Binky' wasn't the word Gordon was looking for, but it would work for now. Before the two engines could start their leave for the sheds at Wellsworth, Gordon had to say one more thing.

"Edward?"

"Yes Gordon?"

Gordon Gulped.

"Please don't tell anyone about what you saw tonight. My reputation could be spoiled because of it.." He pleaded.

Edward smiled.

"Of course, Gordon. Your secret's safe with me."

The two engines soon took their turns on the turntable, and both set off for wellsworth, the night sky still full of stars and a bright, shiny moon.

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 4

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing

Wordcount: 2689

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 4

The farmers market was busy, the sunshine and good weather always bringing people out to enjoy what the town had to offer, and as the summer approached the amount of tourists increased too. From the moment Sy had set up there had been a steady stream of customers stopping by his stand, but at every given chance he would be looking around, trying to find one particular face in the crowds. 

It was one such moment when he was looking away did someone clear their throat, to which he was a little startled by as he turned and spotted an older man in his late 60s standing beside his stand holding a jar of honey;

“You make this?”

He spoke with a strong Italian accent.

“I do Sir. Would you like to try it?”

“And the bees, they are local, yes?”

“Yes Sir, the hives are on the meadow as you head West out of town”

“Ah, so not far, hmmn”

The older man held the jar up to the light, watching as the amber liquid glinted in the sunlight. Sy bit back his smile, he knew exactly who this was, although had never met in person before as he turned back to him;

“Is it good to cook with?”

“It would be perfect for the dip to go with the churros. Though a Jalapeno would work better with this rather than the red chilli’s you already use”

There was a moment of quiet, before the older man finally smiled and held his hand out;

“Antonio Cosentino”

“Lucas Syverson”

“Good to meet you Mr Syverson. I saw you in my restaurant last night with your lovely lady”

Sy smiled at the mention of you;

“Yeah, she’s great. She actually suggested i approach you about the honey”

“She’s got a good head on her shoulders” he leant forwards; “And a good pair of burrata… if i was 30 years younger you’d have some competition i tell you that” 

He held his hands out in front of him in a cupping motion and Sy did his best not to laugh too much at the old Italian commenting about your breasts and likening them to the shape of balls of fresh mozzarella cheese. Instead Sy diplomatically changed the conversation;

“I tell you what Mr Cosentino, take that jar - it's on me - put it on the menu tonight and i’ll swing by on Monday for an espresso, you can tell me what you think”

Antonio held out his hand and gave Sy’s a firm shake;

“You have a deal… and you said espresso without the ‘x’ so you already have gone up in my book”

“I spent a couple of months in Italy on special assignment with the Pozzuolo del Friuli after my last tour of Iraq, you only say it with an x once when you are with them”

“Bosnia?”

Sy shook his head;

“Before my time with them. Assisted with peacekeeping in Lebanon”

Antonio nodded solemnly;

“You’re a good man” he held up the honey; “Grazie. 11 o’clock on Monday?”

“Sounds good”

As Sy watched the old man walk away he smiled but it was bittersweet. His time with the Italian’s had been his last in the forces, and the sights he’d seen in Lebanon had made him question a lot of things, but had been a deciding factor in leaving the Army. He took a deep breath and looked around the market, taking in the bustling crowds and happy faces. He glanced up to the higher walkway that surrounded the market place and saw a sight that lifted his mood immediately; you.

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You were surprised at how busy downtown was, but then it was also approaching lunchtime so there was the lunch crowd out as well as locals doing their shopping and people just enjoying the sunshine.

After sleeping in late you did some chores before Tamara swung by to drop the books off she’d borrowed and had offered you a ride into town, but you’d declined as a walk in the sunshine was just what the doctor ordered after the indulgences of dinner the previous evening.

Once you’d stopped at the post office and mailed the original manuscripts for the SATS test papers you’d finalised, you just had a couple more errands to run before you made a trip to the market. It wasn’t that you were nervous about seeing Sy, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on much once you’d seen him, so you got as much done as possible before that eventuality. As you came out of the post office you recognised a tall burly figure crossing the road towards you, a very familiar dog on the end of a leash trotting alongside him. For a moment you stood and watched as Sheriff Marshall and Akia approached, noting how the dog was as obedient for him as she was for Sy. He passed you without noticing, but Akia started to drop behind, turning to look back at you;

“C’mon girl” Walter tugged gently on the leash but instead the dog just planted her butt on the sidewalk, looking back at you. The hulking Sheriff finally turned and looked up to where Akia was staring, before a moment of recognition. Looking back down at the dog he spoke;

“Do you want to go and say hello?”

Akia stood and wagged her tail, to which he let her trot along the sidewalk to where you were standing;

“Hi”

“Morning Sheriff”

He held his hand out to you;

“I guess as my cousin is dating you, you could call me Walter”

Shaking his hand you smiled at the normally grumpy Sheriff, before Akia let out a quiet ‘wuff’ and you moved your attention to her;

“Have you been a good girl?”

The big dog got all wriggly like a puppy before laying on the pavement and showing you her belly, which you obliged and gave her a quick tummy rub;

“You big softie” standing you smiled at Walter; “So Sy said we’re dating?”

Walter nodded, before gesturing to say he was going to continue walking which you nodded in agreement too, Akia moving and falling into step between you;

“He called me after your date last night, he was so happy” he paused; “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it’s been a while since he let anyone this close, even longer since he admitted his feelings to me”

You nodded;

“I really like him too, I just want to take things slow at first, you know?”

Walter nodded, as he did in fact know. You’d made a point when you first moved to the town to make an appointment with him and give him details of the restraining order, and he had quietly taken in the information you’d given him. He’d assured you it was a safe, tight knit community, and would make sure your new identity was kept private.

As you turned the corner and walked alongside the railings you could look over the market, spotting Sy’s yellow sunshade immediately. He gave you a wave and smiled before turning his attention back to his customer, Walter clearing his throat;

“Just… be honest with him. I know you don’t have to tell him anything, but…”

“I know. He’s my first relationship since. When the time comes i’ll tell him”

“Thank you” Walter said quietly.

As you approached Sy’s stand Akia picked up his scent and started to strain on the leash, excited to see him again. Once it was safe and there was a clear light of sight, Walter let the leash drop and you watched as the big dog ran to the stand and shuffled under the table, sitting on her haunches as she almost vibrated with excitement whilst Sy handed the customer their change. He turned to her and smiled;

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Wuff”

“Did you chase racoons at Uncle Walters house?”

The response was a whine, to which Akia was greeted with an enthusiastic face rub as Sy called her a good girl and gave her rump a couple of friendly pats with the palm of his hand. Your mind focused on that, how he was gentle but firm, and you wondered how the palm of his hand would feel doing that against your own ass.

“If you ask him nicely he will”

You hadn’t even realised Walter had moved in close until he’d whispered in your ear, but you felt the heat rise to your face immediately;

“I didn’t say that out loud did I?”

“You didn’t need to. I could see your mind working and where your gaze was trained”

You smiled;

“You should be a detective”

“I was. Much prefer this” he grinned at you, before turning to Sy and checking in with him briefly until a local came up to him and started to draw him into a conversation about nuisance speeders on the North road out of town.

“There’s my girl”

Turning to Sy, you were a little taken back by his public show of affection, but didn’t shy away from it. Resting your hands on his chest you smiled as he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was warm and welcoming, and held just a little promise of more had it not for standing somewhere incredibly public.

“Come sit in the shade with me”

He took your hand and led you around the table, pulling out a second camping chair for you. He delved into a cooler and pulled out three bottles of water and a metal bowl, filling the bowl for Akia before handing you a bottle.

“Thanks. How’s it gone this morning?”

“Busy. Lots of weekenders from out of state”

Just at that moment more customers turned up, and you watched from the shade as Sy worked his sales magic, their purchase list soon growing;

“... and they’re the bath fizzers, simply run a hot bath and pop one in. The honey helps moisturise and the locally grown lavender helps relaxation”

The tourist nodded;

“Is the lavender local? I don’t like that artificially scented stuff”

“Grown right here in town by the lovely lady in the shade”

You looked up and waved, and that seemed to reassure all of the customer’s thoughts on the product, who happily nodded and asked for three. Once they’d left Sy turned to you and pulled a small paper bag out from one of the storage totes he carried stock in to the market;

“For you”

Taking the bag from him you peered inside and saw there were a pair of bath fizzers in the bag;

“Oh, thanks”

You realised your reply hadn’t been as enthusiastic as he was probably expecting, looking up just as a customer arrived but you didn’t fail to miss the slight look of disappointment on his face. For a moment you weren’t sure what to do or say, but as the customer left you stood next to Sy;

“Thank you, really. They smell amazing… would they work in a shower?” Sy blinked a couple of times, trying to process his emotions before you continued; “I don’t have a bath”

“Oh. OH”

“I’m not disappointed Sy, i really do like them, they smell absolutely amazing”

He let out a deep breath;

“But without a bath… yeah, I get that. Sorry, I didn't mean to get pouty” he smiled at you.

“Don’t apologise, please. I should have explained”

For a moment you both just stood there, the bag of bath fizzers awkwardly between you before you set it down;

“Are you hungry?”

“I could eat a horse”

You laughed;

“How about some tacos instead? I passed a stand as we walked in”

“That sounds good”

Ten minutes later you’d returned from the authentic Mexican food truck with two take out dishes of their best tacos, sliding in behind the table at Sy’s stand and handing him a box. As the stand was quiet you both took a seat, eating in silence before you took a rest between your 2nd and 3rd tacos.

“Everything alright?”

You nodded and rubbed your stomach;

“They’re really filling, just taking a break”

Although he didn’t have to, Sy sat back and paused his eating;

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure”

“You can tell me to fuck off if it’s personal, but I kinda thought all girls loved baths? Like if you remodel a chick’s place the first thing they do is install a fuck off enormous tub”

“Well, it is personal but i’ll tell you the short version; I was in a car accident a few years ago where the car ended up going into a river in the middle of winter. I now can’t cope with being surrounded by cold water… and baths get cold no matter how hot you run them”

Sy nodded thoughtfully;

“I understand” he paused; “If there was a way to guarantee the water stays hot no matter how long you were in the water, would you consider it?”

It was your turn to pause and consider what he was saying;

“Possibly. I never really looked into it. I just know i didn’t want to be surrounded by cold water and i was super happy with my walk in steam shower”

“Now that does sound nice” Sy agreed 

In a moment of bravado you lowered your voice;

“I look forward to showing you how nice”

It was Sy’s turn to blush, the moment interrupted by a customer. You settled back in your chair when a furry snout rested itself on your lap, the drool from Akia’s mouth soon seeping through your dress;

“Yes i got something for you too Akia” before pulling a small plastic bag from the corner of your takeout box; “One burnt end of the brisket”

As the dog happily crunched away on the small morsel you watched Sy, taking in how his ass looked in jeans, how the fabric clung to his thighs. No flannel shirt in the heat, instead he wore a red t-shirt, the fabric taut across his wide shoulders.Your mind wandered to how he’d pushed one of those meaty thighs between your own as you’d kissed on your porch, and the thought of him doing that to you without any clothing barriers between you, in your shower no less, was something you were more than happy to let your mind drift off to.

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As the afternoon grew late and the flow of customers waned, Sy sat next to you again and looked around;

“Thanks for the company today, sometimes these things can get a bit boring without anyone to talk to apart from Akia”

“It was fun. You’re a good salesman, I think you could convince anyone to buy your stuff”

Sy laughed;

“I’m just a good negotiator”

Soon it was time to pack up, the market coming to an end. You happily stayed to help as it wasn’t like you had anything other than a book waiting for you at home, and babysitting Akia as Sy went to get his truck. Once everything had been loaded he opened the passenger door and watched as you easily climbed up in your sneakers and shorts.

When he reached your place he turned to you;

“So, still on for dinner at my place tomorrow night?”

“Sounds good. What time do you want me?”

He looked you up and down, a smug grin on his face;

“Oh baby, i want you all the time”

“Sy!” you laughed

“Come over about four, or i can pick you up”

“It’s fine, i’ll walk across the meadow”

You leaned across the centre console of the truck and let him draw you into a deep kiss, which neither of you were in a hurry to finish until a soft whine came from the back seat and you could hear Akia’s stomach grumble;

“I’ll let you go home and feed Akia”

Sy pulled you back for one final kiss before letting you go. He watched as you crossed your yard and let yourself in, making sure you were safe inside before he left. Old protective habits die hard.

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Authors Note:

When the readers breasts are referred to as similar to burrata, it is referring to the size and shape, not the colour. I keep my reader race neutral so anyone can enjoy reading the story.

Chapter 5 >>>

[moonstone-blues]

Ya know what, have some Cassie being Michael's daughter ideas that I'm not drawing for now. (Working on a tiny animatic with him and Gregory.)

In regards to the AR Bonnie lunchbox line: "Bonnie was my dad's favourite."

Foxy is still Michael's favourite but Cassie thinks he's only saying that because he's embarrassed about liking Bonnie. She thinks he's his favourite because of how much he talks about "that rabbit" with Grandad Henry.

(This is an idea I definitely want to draw) Michael was a large part of the design process for the Glamrocks so when it came to repurposing Foxy into Roxy (that headcanon goes for my AU) he got a lot of input from Cassie. Using her favourite colours and brave personality. Not all of his ideas stuck but he had fun designing her with his daughter. Henry watches to the side lovingly remembering how Michael helped him a long time ago design a brand new fox animatronic to join Freddy and the gang…

After Michael helps Gregory achieve the Vanny ending (he also discovers burntrap/mimic but I'll talk about that another time) he offers to let them stay at his place as he knows it'll be safe and he can get Freddy's head charged. (He grows to like him during the events of Security Breach). Mike goes to wake up Henry to let him know about the situation but Cassie is also awoken. She sneaks downstairs to see what's going on and immediately recognises Gregory. When Michael and Henry come back into the room, Michael and Gregory are so confused.

"That's your cool dad?"

"He's the nice kid that cheered you up on your birthday?"

Cassie doesn't know much about Michael's history. She knows Henry adopted Michael, she had an aunt and an uncle who passed away when they were children and Michael and Jeremy knew each other from years ago.

Cassie doesn't know about the scoop situation. Michael's cover story is that he has a form of necrosis that won't kill him but did mess him up. Luckily the concept of him still being able to see despite having fake eyes isn't something she's thought about too much.

Cassie is very defensive when she hears people make comments about Michael's appearance. And she always makes sure to tell him that he's one of her favourite colours. (He wishes he was her other favourite colour. Green is better than purple in his eyes.)

Cassie doesn't know how old Michael is but thinks he's somewhere in his late thirties.

It wasn't unsurprising when Cassie took an interest in Freddy's. She was surrounded by it in her everyday life. Michael was at first opposed to her having to do anything with the actual locations, birthday parties and stuff… but he'd seen what had happened when a parent was strict on what their child could be around. (Obviously the situation is completely different to Elizabeth's but Michael will assume the worst.)

Cassie has no knowledge about William and Mrs Afton, only that Michael had biological parents. And Michael would prefer it if it stayed that way. Cassie is curious but she's happy with her family so there's no need to push it.

Michael's accent isn't as thick as it used to be but Cassie tries to replicate it all the time. She's not very good at it but it makes Michael laugh.

Michael feels bad because Cassie likes practicing makeup but she can't really do it on his skin. However, he tells her she can paint his fake eyes instead. His decomposition also stopped before he lost all of his hair and nails so she can style and paint them too. She can reserve the makeup for her Grandad.

[windrsr]

OCs with a reader who likes their smell

(Male Yandere OCs x Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N: Even though I haven't made anything about Tyler yet, I'll put him in here incase you wanted him.

Tw: scenting on Loki's part and mention of blood on Ryan's part. ----------------------------------------------

•Henry - Always smells like baby powder for some reason (it's his favorite). He smiles, "why don't you come closer to me if you like it so much, hm?"

•Micheal - It might seem odd, but he usually smells like strong and acid-like chemicals. It's a pleasant surprise when he finds out that you like the way he smells regardless. "Oh, you're a little...strange, aren't you?"

•Miru - Always smells like perfume and flowers. When he finds out that you like the way he smells, he blushes. "O-oh? Well...thank you, y/n...I like the scent of perfume and flowers. It makes me feel...pretty if that makes sense."

•Loki - He's surprised you can smell him since usually only creatures can smell him. But anyways, he has more of a 'earthly' smell. He pulls you close and rubs his scent all over your body, scenting you.

•Samuel - He usually smells like cologne. Other times when he's cooking, he smells like cake (he loves making dessert). He smiles with delight and holds you close to you can get a better smell of his scent.

•Aaron - He always keeps a bunch of peppermints on him, so he usually smells like peppermint. He gets a little embarrassed when you would comment on it, because almost all of his clothes have that kind of smell...But he appreciates that you like it and it makes very happy and a little less embarrassed about it.

•Ryan - The way he smells is...complicated; he wears all kinds of perfume and cologne to try and wipe himself clean from smelling like he used to at the labatory, which consisted of the smell of blood and strong chemicals. He feels so happy, and almost ends up crying out of happiness. It may seem like it's not a big deal, but it means a lot to him.

•Tyler - He smells...like silver or copper for some reason. He's confused when he finds out what you like the way he smells. "My...smell? Are you saying I smell bad...?"

[vole-mon-amour]

3x10, part 2, Roy x Jamie edition.

i very much doubt that, Jamie. Colin? Sam? but then again, he's besties with half of the team, so maybe?

the faces he makes.

the bickering with Roy. the thing, being their relationship and love for each other, they share.

"it's dumb (i don't know yet how to feel confident with the people i care about very much). i brought it for you anyway. it made me think of you."

THE TONGUE. thank you for your service, Phil. i missed that gesture.

i'm gonna have a sore throat after all the screaming. it's one of the must beautiful ways to say "I love you" I've seen. that soft music playing. the look that Roy gives him. Jamie mumbling, suddenly becoming shy and awkward aka a boy that rarely receives genuine affection, a boy raised in an abusive poor household, learning to show gestures of genuine affection and and trying to live through it without embarrassment.

like, he KNOWS how much Roy's career meant and probably still means for him. it means a lot for Jamie, too, because he's there next to Roy exactly bc he had Roy's poster above his bed in the first place.

i have so many feelings about this and Jamie. so many. i also keep thinking about Phil's, "there's gonna be a moment after which people might think that Roy and Jamie have a wild affair. i wouldn't exclude that but yeah." is this it? "you talk about him all the time" or is there going to be something wilder? like when Roy and Keeley talk and Jamie walks into the room?

bc even Roy's sister knows how much this gesture means for Roy and how much it shows Jamie's feelings for Roy (not to mention the fucking bantering with Roy Kunt, those repressed idiots). the look Jamie gives Roy. *deep sigh* yeah, i'm staying here. i'm going down with this ship. you can pry them away from me from my cold dead hands.

not Roy actually saying how he feels to Jamie, but Jamie being so close to Roy's family and inside his house and then later Roy and Keeley are inside Jamie's childhood bedroom. you guys?? the dots are connecting? the math is mathing???

the boy is so happy and so genuine, I can't get over it. the essence of being genuine.

those faces, lol.

are you telling me that in the year 2023 this billionaire still carries ANY kind of cash? for real?

i'm honestly still amazed by how good Jamie is with kids. Henry, Phoebe. maybe it's his way of pushing back after the way his dad treated him but also, to my current understanding, how his mom also tried to be good to him. with me absolutely hating kids irl? characters that still recognize the pattern and how kids needs encouragement and kindness and understanding in order to bloom? there's no denying Jamie's personality. i love his soul. the boy has my heart.

Jamie Tartt being besties with Roy Kent's sister and niece: unlocked. i dislike that I don't know/remember Roy sister's name.

Jamie can perform whatever useless comment about "your sister is fit" bc this? the boy is in love. but if i'm being honest, I hate that they're always trying to nudge us in the direction of hetero Jamie so we wouldn't ship Roy and Jamie. thanks, i'm holding onto them so hard, they're gonna have bruises if you'll try to pry them away from my hands. they are IN LOVE. period.

even Jamie snickering after that comment gives off s1 vibes where Jamie did everything he could to get Roy's attention. it sounds more like a joke just to get one more comment and interaction from Roy. sometimes Jamie does things not bc he believes in them but because attention, and it usually is about Roy's attention.

[spencermyangel]

Heyy! I was wondering if you could do another part to the Caspian Reid series

I don't really have an idea for it, so feel free to do whatever

Thanks!!

A/N - lots of people asked for Cassie with Henry and Jack. Henry and Jack's ages have been changed so they are around the same age.

Caspian Reid Series

Spencer felt Caspian grip his hand tightly as they approached JJ’s house. Today Cassie was going to get to meet Jack and Henry and he was extremely nervous. Last night had been full of Spencer reassuring Caspian that Jack and Henry were wonderful kids and wouldn't make fun of him if he didn’t understand something. But still, Spencer understood Caspian’s fear. His heart ached as he remembered how many times Cassie had been excited to make a new friend, only to have his heart broken when they found out Cassie was different and either dumped him altogether or were too embarrassed to play with him around other kids.

Spencer knocked, giving Cassie a reassuring smile. Cassie nervously smiled back, he trusted his daddy. He never lied to him. 

“Spence, Cassie. Hi,” JJ greeted them, opening the door, “Hotch and Jack are already here. The boys are out back playing pirates.” 

Cassie’s eyes lit up at the mention of pirates, he loved stories with adventure. 

“Can I go play?” Cassie softly asked, looking up at his dad with big honey eyes. 

“Of course,” Spencer responded, “do you want me to take you out to them?” 

Cassie gratefully nodded, following after his dad and JJ to the backyard. 

“Henry! Jack!” JJ called, continuing when the two boys came running over, “this is Caspian, Spencer’s son. He wants to play with you.”

Henry and Jack glanced at each other, before studying the small boy with long curly hair that clung to his dad’s side. 

“Ok!” Jack said, grabbing Caspian’s free hand, “let’s go!” 

The smaller boy followed after the other boys as they ran to a wooden board with a stick on it. 

“This is our ship,” Henry explained, “we’re working on making a flag.” 

Cassie’s eyes lit up, “I can help make it! I love drawing.” 

Jack and Henry glanced at each other, smiling. 

“Good,” Jack said, “You design the flag. Me and Henry were going to add on to our ship, we have to do some measurements. Want to help?” 

“Um, I’m not really good at math,” Cassie mumbled, avoiding looking at the other two boys.

“That’s okay,” Henry shrugged, “you can work on the flag, while we add on to the ship.” 

Cassie smiled, “Ok!”

He wasn’t used to this. Usually other kids would make him do what they wanted and didn’t listen when he said he couldn't do something and would make fun of him when they caught on to how he truly didn’t understand what to do. 

A few hours later, the flag design was completed as was the ship and the boys were happily playing for a while when Spencer called Caspian in.  

Spencer's heart swelled with happiness as his boy ran towards him with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Did you have fun?” 

Cassie nodded his head rapidly, “We played pirates and I got to make our flag! Jack and Henry didn't mind I couldn't help with the math and ship building, Or that I needed help with the spelling”

“That’s great Cassie,” Spencer kneeled down to his son’s height, “I told you they would like you.” 

“I know daddy,” Cassie hugged Spencer tightly, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Spencer squeezed him back.

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[steam-beasts]

Thomas and the Magic Railroad

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Chapter Three: Diesel 10's Plan

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A/N: FINALLY! I finished chapter 3! Sorry about taking so long, motivation kept going in and out of me 😑. Also, a note about Billy, in this version he is played by Tom Jackson.

Splatter and Dodge make an appearance. Dodge has a stutter so it'll be easier to tell the dialogue apart.

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The next day arrived on Sodor quite quickly. Most of the engines had gathered at Tidmouth Sheds to wish Sir Topham Hatt and his family a good holiday, and good luck to Edward

"See you lot in a few weeks!" Edward called out as he departed from the yard, pulling the private coach along. The engines whistled and wooshed happily to Edward and the couple until they were out of sight.

Once they were sure Edward definitely couldn't hear, Gordon let out a loud, pent-up groan of annoyance "Of course EDWARD of all engines was chosen" He commented with distaste. Thomas raised an eyebrow "What's that supposed to mean? Are you not happy for Edward, Gordon?"

"Well, Edward only got chosen because Sir Topham Hatt took pity on him, I bet..."

"Gordon. You better not start..." Duck warned, knowing exactly where this was going.

"...probably since he's so old" Gordon finished, rolling his eyes. Thomas gasped "That's not the reason, Gordon! Yes, Edward is up there in age, but that doesn't mean he's weak!" The E2 retorted, not pleased at all.

"Thomas. Edward was made in 1896, practically a CENTURY ago! He's an antique, and so slow at this point. Sir Topham Hatt obviously felt bad and chose him for it!" Gordon argued. Thomas gritted his teeth at that statement, Mr Conductor felt it was a good time to step in before things escalated.

"Now, now...let's break it up!" The conductor said, getting their attention. Once the two had their eyes on him, Mr Conductor cleared his throat "Ok...now, Gordon. At this point, I sometimes wonder...are you and Edward friends at all?"

Gordon widened his eyes as multiple others fell on him, making him stammer "Well I– of course we are..! It's just...I-I..." Gordon looked down in embarrassment, visibly sweating.

"Real friends don't say that. I know there's always going to be some sort of banter in a friend group, but what you say to and about Edward is just bullying, Gordon"

Thomas chuffed "Yeah! Edward's just as useful as all of us. Besides..." The E2 then grew a smug grin "...if Edward was as weak as you say, then how come he was able to push a big fat engine like you up your hill, hm?" He teased cheekily.

The other engines chortled at Thomas' response. Percy, who was beside him, snickered "Ohohoho...good one, Thomas!"

Gordon wheeshed "Oh that's rich coming from someone who fell down the mine!!"

"I didn't notice the danger sign!" Thomas spat. Gordon scoffed "Little engines are SO narrow minded!"

"No we're not!" Duck said defensively, Oliver and Percy agreed.

The arguing was ceased when an ear-piercing, and broken-sounding whistle ripped through the air, startling the engines. The noise caused a few to reverse out of surprise. The laughing and banter ceased due to this, and Gordon was now lightly jittering "W-w-w-what was that?!" He squeaked.

Mr Conductor laughed at their reactions, but raised a eyebrow at his whistle "Huh, that's the third time..." He muttered before regaining his composure and speaking up.

"Ahem! Sorry about that, gentlemen. My whistle is acting up today"

Percy chuckled nervously "I-It's ok, Mr Conductor. It was j-just unexpected...heh heh..."

The magic man gave Percy a gentle smile and looked up at Gordon with a sterner look "As for you, Gordon. If you and Henry were REALLY his friends, you wouldn't say such things..." Mr Conductor made sure to shoot a glare at Henry, he wasn't innocent in this either "...Sir Topham Hatt told me himself how many times he's tried stopping you. To think, after everything Edward's done for you two..." He shook his head. Henry frowned and gulped now feeling eyes on him as well as Gordon.

The Stanier engine never expected to be dragged into this intervention, but he supposed it was deserved and remained silent.

"Mr Conductor is right, Gordon" Toby chimed in, the others murmered in agreement. Gordon huffed and reversed into his berth in a defeated and ashamed mood. Henry felt his boiler tighten and looked down at his buffers in shame and guilt. A few moments after the quick intervention, everyone had settled. He was handed a schedule board to list everybody's jobs for the day.

"Okay, now that we're all calm and collected...James, you're to pull a freight train of fresh hay bales to Farmer McCole's..." James groaned in annoyance. Great, another goods train. Just what he needed.

Mr Conductor looked over to Gordon "Gordon...the Afternoon Express as usual. Off you pop!" He said. Gordon smiled with pride and tooted his whistle before steaming on to the turntable. A good way to get his mind off getting confronted.

Mr Conductor went on down the list, assigning the engines one by one, who all gladly obliged. It was until he got to Thomas, his chipperness disappeared.

"..And last but not least, Thomas..." As Mr Conductor read the assignment, his smile dissolved into a frown "...oh dear"

Thomas perked up inquisitively at the man's sudden drop in tone "Mr Conductor, what's wrong?" He asked. Mr Conductor looked up at Thomas with a nervous glint in his eyes. The assignment itself was quite upsetting to say the least.

"Well Thomas, it says here you're to take flatbeds of scrapped engines to the Smelter's yard...it's been left for you at the Knapford yard" He said , wincing a little. The other engines gasped and muttered at the mere mention of scrap. An slightly appalled look was splashed on Thomas's face "S-Scrapped engines...?"

Mr Conductor nodded sadly. Thomas sighed, he always pulled scrapped engine beds at least once or twice, but even if it was something he should be getting used to by now, it was still unsettling to do such a task. It was like a human pulling a cart with a few dead carcasses in it to a grave site. Even if they never knew who the carcasses were, the urge to mourn was strong.

"Ok, sir...I will, sir" He said solemnly.

"Alright then..." Mr Conductor then put away the board. He looked towards the other engines and tried looking more bright for them "Well, what are you lot waiting for? Get those pistons pumping!" The tank and tender engines all tooted before all reluctantly setting off.

After most of the engines had left, it was just Thomas, Toby and Mr Conductor left. Mr Conductor's eyes flicked over to the E2's cab, and he couldn't help but notice something odd. He then glanced at Toby's cab entrance and saw his crew standing and waiting. Thomas's crew were still not here.

"Thomas. Where are your driver and fireman?" He asked, hands on hips and looking around the yard.

"They're taking the day off again, Mr Conductor. Its never been the same since Bob and William retired...my new crew are nothing but lazy and slack!" Thomas wheeshed sadly, though his face looked mildly annoyed.

"Oh for goodness sakes! Again?!"

"I can't do my job if they're not operating me, Mr.C"

Mr Conductor tsked, shaking his head in disapproval "How disappointing! I shall have a word with those two! That is what I'll do!" He said, wagging a finger. Thomas snickered at the rhyme.

Mr Conductor then walked over to the E2's cab and climbed up "Well, don't you worry, Thomas. I won't let you become a sitting duck, I'll just have to operate you myself!"

Thomas brightened up happily "Oh thank you, Mr Conductor!" He whistled as the magic man took the shovel and tossed coal into Thomas's firebox. The tank engine whistled merrily and proceeded to leave Tidmouth. Mr Conductor smiled and looked out the cab window.

"It is another beautiful day on the Island of Sodor..."

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Along the rails of the Indian Valley Railroad, the rails glimmered in the summer light. The birds tweeted their beautiful songs of nature. That was the moment when the tracks began to rumble and rattle, and out from around the corner came a Union Pacific FEF puffing down the tracks.

This majestic tender engine was nicknamed "The Rainbow Sun". A locomotive that has been on the Indian Valley Railroad for a long while now. Her driver was a man in his early 40s. He was of Native American descent and was proud of it too. This man was of course, Billy Twofeathers – the railroad technician of the railway.

Billy was leaning out of his train's cab and gazing out at the lovely land of the Indian Valley with an appreciative smile on his face. It was an admirable sight, so it was. Nearly "magical" as some would say. Billy was then thrown out of focus by a clanging noise coming from the Rainbow Sun's undercarriage. Billy raised an eyebrow before noticing excessive amounts of steam clouds gushing out of his engine's pistons and out from between the wheels.

Within every single bit of handyman knowledge he knew, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Hm, something must be loose. Don't worry, ol' girl. I'll give you a look over once we reach the station" He muttered, giving the Pacific's boiler a pat. But before he could do anything further, he heard a loud revving of a motorcycle nearby. He snapped his gaze to the footpath beside the rails.

He could very clearly see the silhouette of a man riding on a motorcycle. Because of the steam, the features of the man were obscured but Billy could tell the biker was staring at him. The distance between the Rainbow Sun and the biker was a little worrying to Billy, there was a possibility for an accident!

"HEY! Get away from the rails, you'll get hurt!" Billy yelled over the loud pumping and clanking noises coming from his engine. The stranger didn't seen fazed, or even care for that matter. Instead, he grabbed something out of the crate, and that's when Billy's face drained a little – it was a gun.

Billy ducked behind the door of the cab and winced as he heard two shots go off, both bullets hitting the door. Once the engineer found the slim opportunity, he quickly looked out to see the damage.

There were a couple tiny dents in the cab door, but since it was likely a handgun, the damage wasn't severe. Billy could fix it in a few—

BANG!!

"AGH!!" Billy screamed as a burning, agonising pain erupted in his arm. He looked down to see a fresh bullet wound, open and bleeding profusely on his forearm. Billy hissed in pain and glared daggers at the man, all the while mentally scolding his stupidity for revealing himself.

He could just about tell that the man was smirking from within the steam camouflage and spun the weapon around his finger before blowing smoke off the muzzle.

The engineer ducked back behind the door as another bang ripped through the air, gritting his teeth at the painful burn of his wound. His eyes darted around frantically until he spotted a thick clothe – that'll surely slow the bleeding until he reaches the station!

Billy grabbed the cloth and began frantically wrapping it around the injured area, wincing again at the pain. He managed to tie a rough knot around it before hearing a thud outside. He snapped his gaze to the cab entrance and felt a light pang of fear shoot through him as the man had jumped and was now clinging on to the handrails, pulling himself towards the cab door. He stepped into the cab and loomed over him, fists clenching.

The stranger was fairly tall with a slightly wide build. He towered over the handyman with a threatening posture and a toothy grin. He wore a biker helmet with yellow-lensed goggles, as for his clothes, the hijacker wore a forest green turtleneck, a trenchcoat, a practical weapon belt and combat boots. Just from looking at him, something about this guy was familiar to Billy.

Billy shook away the thought and slowly stood up, staring into this strangely familiar man's eyes with a threatening glint, said stranger stared back. Both found themselves in a stand off. In the corner of his eye, his shotgun rested against the wall. Billy knew if he was quick enough, he'd be able to put himself out of harm's way.

In one swift movement, Billy punched the man in the jaw when he least expected it. While the hijacker was momentarily stunned, the engineer snatched his gun and quickly loaded it. Thank god he had a bullet pack in his pocket...just for necessary occasions. Once the man was refocusing, he was face to face with a shotgun pressed against his forehead.

The strange man glared at the shotgun and back at its handler with malice. His lips curled into a snarl as Billy's eyes squinted, his expression was grim. Both men were in a tight situation and were both on nerve. Either could die in a situation like this, but from the way it looked, the unwelcome newcomer was running face-first into death himself before Billy could.

He still said nothing and stared deeply into the other's eyes. Billy did the same, keeping his grim expression printed on his face.

"Well, it only takes one bullet. What'll it be?" He asked with a slightly grave tone to his voice. Sweat beaded from their foreheads, their hands clammy, their movements as still as a rock. All it took was one move and one loud bang. But who would seal the deal? Suddenly, the biker shoved the shotgun away from his face in a lightning-fast movement, catching Billy off guard and by surprise. Before the engineer could even do anything else, the intruder kicked him hard in the shin.

Billy yelled and fell back on the floor, gun still in hand. The man above him pounced and forced him to stay on the ground, holding his wrists together with one hand. Billy grunted and tried pushing him off, only to be stopped by being repeatedly striked in the face with a gloved fist.

Punch after punch, the hijacker kept going and displayed no signs of stopping, much to Billy's dismay. Billy himself hissed, groaned and grunted with each blow to his head. From the feel of it, the hijacker must be wearing a brass knuckle under the glove, as his punches felt a lot harder and more painful than normal punches, which still hurt of course, but not this much. Out of the corner of the engineer's eye, his shotgun still remained in hand. Through squinting, watery eyes, he could see his attacker paying no attention to the weapon, and an idea bubbled up in his head.

Billy seized the chance, gathering all the strength that he could muster, he pulled his legs up to his own chest and performed a ground kick. His attacker let out an audible "oof" as some wind was knocked out of him and he toppled back. Billy grunted, spitting out the bitter taste of copper in his mouth as he stood up with a wobble, glaring down at the man on the ground who was also struggling to his feet.

His face ached and buzzed with pain, but wasn't as bad as the bullet wound.

As soon as the stranger fully stood, Billy tightened the grip on his shotgun and pulled it behind his shoulder before roughly slamming it against the exposed part of his head.

CRACK!!

The hard metal made contact with the other's forehead and a concerning crack was heard. The hijacker growled in pain, stumbling back. One of the lenses of his goggles was cracked and shattered, revealing his eye. Billy groaned quietly, gritting his teeth as he got up. His arm hurt like hell. The man across from him had his gloved hand hovering over where he was hit, a dark bruise already forming. Billy panted, feeling a little dizzy from the barrage of punches but kept a firm hold of his shotgun.

The man's face turned into an angered scowl and he then charged towards Billy, who struck him again with the gun. Then again, then again, then again...

The hijacker stumbled back towards the open cab door in a daze, his back hitting the cold rushing air of the passing country. He looked behind him, a sense of fear lingering within him as he knew he'd get badly hurt if he fell, but did he have a choice? He snapped his gaze back to Billy, who was seething with frustration and desperation.

Billy knew what he had to do, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty. The engineer repositioned his weapon into its proper position and pointed it at the man.

"I'm gonna give you one last chance, get off my train or get shot. I would prefer option one and so should you" He threatened the intruder. The intruder in question narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. He glanced between the passing ground below and Billy before letting out a disgruntled sigh.

He stepped backwards on to the footplate of the train and gave Billy a snarky goodbye wave "Donadagohvi, braid boy!" He jeered. Suddenly, the intruder jumped backwards, much to Billy's surprise. The racial mockery would've only bothered him a little if the man didn't jump. He could've waited for the Rainbow Sun to stop, but that was how it was gonna be, huh?

Quickly, Billy went over to the open cab door and peered at where the guy jumped off. To his confusion, the man was gone. No body, no one. Just himself and the engine. Despite this, Billy could rest easy knowing that the attacker was gone...for now.

Billy sighed in relief and with a trembling hand, rested his shotgun against the wall. The bullet wound in his arm burned, he was incredibly lucky to survive it, but he knew he had to get it tended to very soon. Other than the life-threatening injury, he thought back to the familiar man. Billy just couldn't shake off the feeling that he's seen that guy before...and his voice, yeah...he's definitely heard that voice from somewhere in the past.

Much to the handyman's luck, the Rainbow Sun had finally rolled into the town of Shining Time, so he can forget about that guy for now. The town was filled to the brim with pastel coloured buildings, gardens, clover filled fields, play parks where children thrived. It was all slathered in the sun's warm embrace, there was something magical about the place, he had a feeling.

Even despite his condition, he still pulled the whistle for the children who cheered joyously as they watched the gleaming iron horse pass through. Thank god they couldn't see in the cab from where they were.

As the Rainbow Sun finally pulled into Shining Time Station, Billy looked out the cab for anyone waiting at the platform.

Once he knew the coast was clear, he went back and pulled on the brakes, avoiding using his injured arm. " Hope no one sees me like this right now..." he internally prayed.

"Good morning, Mr Twofeathers!" A new, young voice suddenly called out. Billy felt his hope deflate and slumped his shoulders, he peeked through the window and saw a young boy riding a white stallion. His hair was blonde and scruffy, he wore an open blue flannel shirt, with a vest beneath it. He had ripped trousers and black boots.

This was Patch, a boy who had moved into town from the countryside a few months ago. He often helped out around town to earn some pocket money. He was currently Billy's helper. Bounding behind the horse was his dog, Mutt.

"Good morning, Patch!" Billy called back with a strained smile. He really didn't want to see Patch at the moment, but the universe seems to have other plans "Sorry, can't talk right now. I uh...gotta get inside" as he slowly climbed out of the Rainbow Sun, Patch stopped his horse and watched Billy get out. When the handyman turned around, the farm boy almost instantly noticed the injuries he had sustained.

"Mr Twofeathers, you're hurt!!" Patch exclaimed, hopping off his horse and jogging over to him "and your face is bleeding!" Billy furrowed his brows in confusion and wiped his chin, feeling something wet. Turns out it really was blood.

"Oh dear, I...I suppose I didn't notice" He replied, feeling a bit more lightheaded – supposedly the loss of blood was now getting to him. He never even felt it on his face, so that was why he tasted copper. Patch got a closer look at his wounds – Billy had a nasty wound on his arm that bled horribly, his face looked battered and bruised, plus, his nose was bleeding terribly – It was an awful sight for sure!

Patch's worried face only grew as he saw the blood-soaked cloth "Did...did something happen?" Patch's dog, Mutt came up behind him and whimpered with worry for Billy.

"It's ok, Patch. I-...I accidentally fell out of the Rainbow Sun while refilling on water. This'll all heal in a few...a few weeks" He lied as he placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. It wasn't the best lie, but he didn't want to tell him the truth. Patch skeptically stared at Billy for a brief moment, making the older man nervous.

"There's uh– there's a first aid kit in the workshop. I'll get patched up from there"

"Well, come on! We gotta get you inside!" The country boy insisted, gently pushing the engineer into the station. Billy kept protesting, saying that he was fine when really, he wasn't. He felt a bit dizzy.

Schemer was at the mini arcade, counting all the nickels he had managed to recieve. Once he saw Billy and Patch come in, he was immediately put off.

"WOOOAAAH, woah, woooaah!!" He exclaimed, immediately trudging towards Billy. He looked the man up and down, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the bloodied clothes.

"And just WHAT do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going with young Patch here to fetch something from the workshop, Schemer. Is there a problem?" Billy asked. Schemer threw his head back and scoffed "PAH! You're darn right there's a problem, Mr Twofeathers! No one wants to see..." Schemer then dramatically pointed at hisentire appearance "...a disheveled hippie who looks like he got ran over by a train! It's bad for business!"

Patch rolled his eyes. He had visited the station long enough to get to know Schemer, and BOY did he regret it "Oh give it a break, Stinker! Can't you see he's injured?!" Patch spat.

Schemer gasped dramatically at the insult, a hand to his chest. He narrowed his eyes and bent down to get eye-leveled with Patch "Why you little..."

"Oh Billy! You're back!" Said a new voice. It was Stacy, who had just walked in through the front door. Once she had a good look, her face paled with horror.

She instantly zoomed over to Billy, fretting over his condition "O-Oh good heavens, Billy. What happened?! You're bleeding!" She yelped, delicately peeling at the rag to see the bullet wound.

Billy sighed, pushing her hand away "I'm fine, Stacy. Yes, I'm hurt but I'll survive. I just fell from the train" He lied again. Stacy didn't believe him, she knew beatings and bullet wounds when she saw it.

She shook her head "No you didn't! This is a bullet wound, I-I know by the blood and – and the big gash! Tell me the truth!" She said sternly. She didn't like being lied to, especially when it comes to someone she cared about hiding their pain!

Billy looked at Patch, who looked up at him with eyes that pleaded for the truth. Mutt did the same, except of course, in dog form. Schemer was skeptical. He had to tell the truth, didn't he? Oh dear...

"I-...I had managed to stop a hijacking this morning and got in a scrap fight with the attacker. He shot me in the arm and beat me up. Luckily, I managed to shake him off. There, that's what happened" He said, looking away with a guilty face. Schemer was honestly blown away, he had no words or snarky comments, none! Patch was surprised by this reveal, but sympathised for Billy, as well as Mutt who whined and hung his head low. Stacy gasped like a scandalised housewife, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.

"A HIJACKING?! Oh dear, oh dear! Sh-Shining Time Station hasn't had a train robbery in...well, YEARS!! Did he steal anything?" Stacy stammered, gently grabbing Billy's hand and squeezing it. Said man shook his head "No, don't worry. I fought him off before he could...though, I don't know what he was after. He was trying to knock me out!"

The three listeners were flabbergasted at this news. Patch tilted his head, humming thoughtfully "Huh...well, what if he was after the Rainbow Sun ?" He suggested, earning a puzzled head-tilt by Mutt, and an eye roll from Schemer "Poppycock! Who would want a train?"

Patch shrugged "Well, maybe to scrap it? My mom told me how desperate scrappers are to get their hands on steam trains here in the Indian Valley. Perhaps that guy was one of them?" He theorised.

"Aghh...i-i don't know..ngh!..Patch, but if I had to assume with how he greeted me, then that's possibly the case" Billy hissed, clutching his arm. His brain was finally registering the wound and it stung so badly. Stacy huffed and guided him to the outside benches.

"That's it, Billy. I'm taking you to the local hospital" She said sternly. Said man remained silent and went along with her. Conveniently, there was a hospital a couple blocks down.

Patch watched them leave and shook his head "Poor Billy. Who would do this to him, Mutt?" He asked his dog. Even though Mutt couldn't fully understand what he said, he sensed his feelings and whined. Schemer watched as the two disappeared out of the station. He said nothing.

The entrepreneur glanced between the entrance and the arcade, knowing it probably wasn't a good idea to say anything snarky. Meekly, he walked back to the arcade.

The station was still, the station was silent, the station was worried.

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Back at Sodor, Thomas pulled into the Smelter's yard with the flatbeds. Mr Conductor meanwhile kept an eye around the engine, in case trouble popped out. It was that strange hunch that ate at him again.

Thomas looked around the yard, seeing scattered wheels, rusty side rods, detached buffer beams...and many engine carcasses, all of which were devoid of a face. The little tank engine shivered at the sight, not liking it one bit.

Mr Conductor gave him a reassuring pat on the cab "Cheer up, Thomas. We'll make this job quick" He said before hopping out and trekking to uncouple the flatbeds.

It felt longer to Thomas, as in that time, he began hearing ominous noises coming from all around him.

First, he heard metal, creaking eerily and loudly.

Second, he heard rattling noises from the left and the right, accompanied by what Thomas could describe as low growling of an engine. Like a diesel...was it Arry and Bert up to their old tricks?

Third of all and last of all, he heard low cackling and snickering from ahead. It came from deep in the smelting shed – the LAST place Thomas wanted to hear such noises.

The inside of the shed glowed an ominous red, and steam was leaking everywhere in it. Some of the steam had even seeped out into the yard itself, making things even more nerve-wracking for Thomas that it made his wheels wobble.

"All done, Thomas!"

"WHA!!" Thomas yelped in fear, only to see it was Mr Conductor who stared back with a confused look "Are...you alright?"

Thomas sighed in relief "Oh! It's just you, Mr C. Sorry, this place just gives me wobbly wheels! Now, can we PLEASE leave? ...I don't like it here" He whimpered. Mr Conductor smiled lightly and put a hand on the engine's buffer.

"Its ok Thomas, we can go now"

"Oh, you're leavin' already? But ya just got here!" Echoed a new voice, startling both of them. They looked towards the smelting shed, where in the darkness rested a pair of eyes with a devious and malicious glint.

"W-Who's there?!" Thomas asked, jittering nervously.

The voice chuckled rather darkly "Well, why do ya come closer for a better look? It's hard to see a thing in this stupid steam!" it beckoned. Thomas was hesitant, even more so was Mr Conductor. That's when Mr Conductor quickly caught on to the silhouette of a claw attached to the engine's roof.

His eyes widened in realisation, he knew that claw from anywhere! He was no fool.

Mr Conductor bolted to Thomas's cab and climbed on the footplate before shooting a glare back at the shed "You can't fool us, Diesel 10!"

The diesel warship clicked his tongue in annoyance as he suddenly oiled out of the shed, revealing himself to Thomas.

"Aw well, it was worth a shot. Nothing gets by you, does it, Twinkletoes?" He sneered, rolling towards the E2 with malicious intent. "That's right. Besides, YOU'RE the only one here with that bothersome claw on your roof!" Mr Conductor spat, pointing at the hydraulic claw.

D10 gasped dramatically, offended "Bold of you to insult Pinchy right in front of me, Twinkletoes..." he said through gritted teeth. "Pinchy", the claw snapped eagerly at the two. Thomas wobbled with worry, but managed to pluck up some courage "W-What do you want, Diesel 10?!"

D10 hummed sarcastically in thought "Good question, puffball. What DO I want...?" He asked himself.

D10's face then perked up "Oh that's right! I'm here to turn you steamies to scrap!" He grinned evily, edging closer. Thomas gasped, reversing back. Mr Conductor spoke up again

"Not so fast, Diesel! There's nothing you can do to these engines while I'M around!" Mr Conductor wanted to give some reassurance to Thomas. D10 groaned and rolled his eyes "Always sidin' with the tin kettles... TYPICAL!!"

Suddenly, Pinchy extended forward, clamping on to Thomas's funnel. Said engine yelped like a kicked puppy, wincing at the pain.

"Well, that'll ALL change when I find the Lost Engine! Once I finish her off, no steam engine will ever see the light of day again! HAHAHA—OW!!" D10 was cut off by having a piece of coal thrown at his forehead by none other than Mr Conductor, who was holding a clutch of coal rocks

"Not a chance!" Mr Conductor retorted. He threw rock after rock at D10 until his claw finally let go of Thomas's funnel. At that moment, the magic man shouted "Go, Thomas, go!" and Thomas did as told.

He quickly reversed on to the other tracks, narrowly avoiding the flatbed and sped backwards, exiting the scrapyard. D10 shook out of his daze and chased after them, feeling pretty pissed off.

"Why I 'oughta...GET BACK HERE!!" He roared, following them out of the Smelter's yard and down the Kildane branchline. Thomas had to make a careful turn at the junction, and it wasn't long before the steamie and diesel warship passed through the town of Cronk.

D10 honked his horn as he chased the E2, giving the locals a fright. After exiting Cronk, they passed Maron, the West of Maron and soon, the chase began to take a turn into Wellsworth, where BoCo was busy shunting trucks. He stopped when he saw something blue in the distance. At first, he thought it was Edward.

"Edward...?" He asked in confusion, squinting. The blue blur soon got closer and more detailed, BoCo then realised it was Thomas "Thomas?!"

Thomas zoomed past, terror struck on his face "HORRORS! BOCO!! HEEEELLLP!!" He yelled. BoCo soon saw why as Diesel 10 was following him.

"D10!! LEAVE THAT LITTLE ENGINE ALONE!!" BoCo shouted angrily. Sadly, there was only so much he could do. He prayed that D10 wouldn't hurt him.

"Careful Thomas, we're heading towards the Mainline" Mr Conductor warned "I'll tell you where to go"

"Okay!" Thomas replied fearfully. D10 was amazingly still pursuing him, snapping Pinchy angrily. The conductor kept an eye behind the E2, glancing now and again at D10. Thankfully, Gordon hadn't shown up once as they were chased down the line, though, Duck and the twins were seen, but they were on different lines.

Soon, Thomas panted as he finally reversed towards Tidmouth, his axles ached and his firebox fizzled. D10 seemed far behind, but suffice to say, he could relax for a little.

James was at the sheds, having finished his goods delivery but he couldn't rest due to a pesky fly buzzing in his face. He knew it wasn't a bee, but any flying insects got him paranoid.

"Oh shoo, fly! Shoo!" He growled, trying to blow at the pest. Just then, he noticed Thomas reverse towards Tidmouth sheds. But instead of reversing on to the turntable, the tank engine missed it and ended up bumping into a pair of buffer stops, just a berth away from James.

"Oof! Botheration!" Thomas exclaimed, feeling dizzy. James tutted "Looks like you weren't concentrating, Thomas!" He half-teased, still being bothered by the fly. Thomas rolled his eyes "It's not that I wasn't concentrating, James! I was being chased so I couldn't focus!"

James quirked an eyebrow "By whom?"

"Diesel 10! 10 out of 10 for devious deeds and brutal strength...a blast from the past" He replied ominously. The red engine jolted at the name, his eyes wide "What?! Really...?"

"Yes, I had a close shave with him and he chased me down the mainline!"

"Hmph, that big bully! Why must stinky diesels like him be on our railway? He's nothing but trouble!"

"Sir Topham Hatt sees both steamies and diesels as equals, and wishes for us to have fair chances! Though, I must agree...Diesel 10 in particular shouldn't be here if he's out threatening us" the E2 agreed, then raising an eyebrow "Also, why are you in the sheds, James?"

James wrinkled his nose "Just got back from delivering that goods train. Too improper for a splendid engine like me"

Thomas just giggled "Hehe, puffy pistons" He teased. The mixed traffic engine rolled his eyes "At least I didn't have to pull rusty, dirty scrap to the scrapyard!" He retorted. Little known to anyone, Diesel 10 had found another route to Tidmouth Sheds, and was creeping up behind, silently eavesdropping the pair.

"Going back on topic, what actually happened at the scrapyard?"

"Well, Mr Conductor and I encountered Diesel 10, and he threatened me, saying how once he finds the 'Lost engine', all steam engines will die!" He explained. James widened his eyes "Lost engine? What lost engine? I've never heard such nonsense"

"Nonsense or not, we better make sure Diesel 10 doesn't find her. You remember how devious and crafty he is!"

"And what makes you think you can stop me, puffball?"

Thomas and James yelped as D10 made his presence known, fully oiling into view with a devious grin.

"HA!! You steamies are such wimps, I wouldn't be surprised if one of ya hid away in a tunnel one day and never came out!" He cackled. James wheeshed "W-What do you want, you big bully?!"

"Oh nothin'! I simply have some unfinished with one of you scrap heaps! Once I find her, you'll ALL be wiped out! Gone! Reduced to...uh...whatever those science guys call it — ya get my point! Your demise is nigh!" He threatened. Thomas glared back "I just can't understand why diesels like you find it so hard to get along with us! We're all meant to be fair, Sir Topham Hatt says so!"

Diesel 10 just scoffed "Pah! Fatt Hatt's delusional. He doesn't understand how superior diesels are to steamies! We're stronger, smarter, better...while you lot are weaker, dumber, and pathetic!"

"Ugh! To think that Juvenile yard would've corrected your behaviour. But CLEARLY not!" James spat. D10 chuckled "Well, those idiots shoulda tried harder!"

The tank engine and tender engine watched as Diesel 10 honked his horn and oiled away, laughing evily "Welp, sorry! Can't stick around, I got folks to see and errands to run! Better count your days, steamies!"

Thomas wheeshed and chuffed forward "You'll never find the Lost Engine and you will never dominate us! We won't let you!!" He shouted bravely. But the warship had already left. Mr Conductor had listened to the entire conversation, and worry began settling in.

"Sir Topham warned me of Diesel...I gotta be more watchful" he thought, rubbing his chin. He better keep a good eye on that warship...

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Diesel 10 had an evil plan indeed, but he wasn't doing this alone. He wanted every diesel on his side to end steam on the island, he tried convincing Mavis at Ffarquharr, but he wasn't having much luck.

Mavis growled with irritation "I said no, D10! That's that!". Diesel 10 just ignored her words and buzzed up next to her "Oh, c'mon toots. It'll be fun!" He purred. Mavis still wouldn't budge at his encouragement.

"Well, I don't see whats so fun about killing off engines who did nothing to us. Now bog off!" She retorted, she didn't want anything to do with this. Diesel 10 was surprisingly, not angry. He just chuckled as he began reversing "Alrighty, toots. Be that way, but you can always change your mind~" his tone went dark as he said it.

He then went to Brendam Docks to find Salty, and by his luck, he found the dockside diesel shunting some freight cars.

"Ah, Salty..." he said, blocking the track with Pinchy, startling the other. Salty was, suffice to say, shocked to see Diesel 10 here. But he wasn't exactly too fond of the warship, especially for his past deeds "Yarr...Diesel 10. Wha' are ye doin' around here?" He asked, narrowing an eye.

Diesel 10 grinned devilishly "I've got a...proposal for you" He said "Of course, if you're interested?"

Salty let out an exhaust of smoke "Well, whatever 'tis then I be nah interested. Ye give us diesels a bad reputation! Ye nigh-on scuttled a steamer fer goodness sakes!" He grunted. "Grease n' oil, Salty. Do ya have that much sea water rusting away your radiator?! We diesels are superior to those heaps of scrap! We're revolutionary! We're–"

"I don't care how 'revolutionary' we be! I be nah joinin' in on any o' yer blasted plans! I do nah wish t' be responsible again fer engines losin' thar lives!!" Salty snapped, interrupting the larger diesel's preach. Diesel 10 sighed in defeat, knowing there's no other way to convince the pirate diesel. He was as stubborn as a mule.

But in his mind, the warship knew he struck a nerve. Salty once worked at the Southampton docks with his siblings, but he was always miserable, knowing that he and his siblings' arrival resulted in the steam engines before them losing their lives.

Diesel 10 let out his own exhaust of smoke and slowly reversed "Heh, suit yourself....old coot.." he spat, his demeanour taking a 180° turn. Salty sighed, ignoring his tone and went back to shunting, taking his mind off what happened. Cranky was observing things from above (since that's where he always is), and creaked "Ignore 'im, Salty. He's nothing but trouble"

Salty agreed "Right ye are, matey. Right ye are..."

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At the end of the day, Diesel 10 let out a loud groan as he returned to the Smelter's.

"Ugh...how hard is it to get a little help on this island?!" He grumbled to himself. Just then, the sounds of gibberish chatter echoed from within the shed, getting louder as he got closer, a small sigh escaped his lips "Well...guess these goons are all the help I'm gonna get..."

Within the Smelter's shed, two small diesel shunters were waiting. One was a dusty yellow the other a dusty lavender colour. They were both currently on trial, but weren't really fussed in doing their actual jobs, being more interested in harassing steamies and causing trouble. They rarely got away with any of this behaviour, mostly for being quite dumb. These two shunters were named Splatter and Dodge.

"So uhh...when do ya think the big boss is gonna get here??" Splatter drawled to Dodge "I-I dunno! Howzabout we ask the boss?" The yellow diesel replied lazily.

"Yeah but where would he be?"

"M-Maybe he's busy?"

"I'm right here, ya morons!"

The two yelped as the warship suddenly came in, snapping his claw impatiently, the ominous red glow of the building only enhancing his looks "O-Oh! Boss, we didn't hear ya come in! Heheheh..." Dodge anxiously smiled, Splatter frantically agreed.

"QUIET!" Diesel 10 yelled. The two shunters immediately shut up. The warship took a deep breath "Now...I'm glad you've shown up, Splodge"

"Actually, it's Splatter" the purple shunter said meekly.

"A-And Dodge" the yellow one chimed in. Diesel 10 rolled his eyes "I ain't got time to say both names! I'm lookin' for a steam engine!" He said.

"O-Oh that's easy!"

"Yeah, they're everywhere!"

"Not the one I want. She and her driver escaped me once before, and as long as she's still alive, so are the others..." D10 clarified, a dark grin spread across his face, the lights flickering "...but if she can be destroyed..."

Splatter and Dodge gulped, exchanging glances "D-Destroyed???" "Did you say destroyed? Like...killed??"

"Yeah, 'destroyed''. Something wrong, fellas?" Diesel 10 asked, narrowing his eyes at them.

Splatter disagreed "Oh, nothing! It's just...uhhh...one small problem there, boss..." "...M-Mr Conductor won't allow that" Dodge finished nervously.

"I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!" The warship suddenly snapped "Twinkletoes doesn't tell ME what to do! I'll just kill him as well, WITH PINCHY!!" He rose his claw, Pinchy up to the air and snapped it menacingly, laughing evilly as he did it. But suddenly, the claw ended up swinging down and bonking him on the forehead.

"GAH! Pinchy, I hate it when ya do that..." D10 whimpered. The shunters burst out with giggles as they watched the bigger diesel try to move the claw away from his face.

Once he did, he coughed out of embarrassment "Ahem! Uh...sorry about that, gentlemen. Now...where were we...?"

"Y-You were saying how you can do whatever you want?"

"I–I knew that, dummy! As I said, I can do whatever I want! That means I can take over this whole railway if I wanted, maybe even the whole island!" Diesel 10 proclaimed. His eyes then wandered up to where his driver would be through the window, which was currently empty.

"But...I'll need human help. My old driver is currently stuck at some faraway country. But last week I got word that he's findin' a way here, and when he does...the REAL fun will begin! HAHAHAHAHA!!" He cackled. Splatter and Dodge slowly joined in, laughing with him. But they were oblivious about the reason.

"Heheheheh...u-uh, why are we laughing?"

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 4

Episode 3: The Rock Box Dump

~Swellview Park~

"What the fuck is she doing here?" (y/n) growled after she'd punched a guy and taken a step back for a breather. It was another night, another load of criminals to beat up in the park and things had been going well for Miss Danger, Kid Danger and Captain Man. They'd arrived in a timely manner and had promptly gotten to the ass-kicking, slugging each man as they tried to fight back, but all in all, it wasn't a tricky situation. Well, it wasn't until a certain bitchy TV reporter arrived on the scene.

News of the three superheroes in the park had spread through town quickly and no sooner had they heard about it, KLVY News had sent everyone's favourite reporter, Evelyn Hall, down to get it on camera. She wasn't happy to be there, (y/n) wasn't happy she was there and together, everyone was in for an awkward interview. The ex-flame of Captain Man still hadn't gotten over the bitterness of their split and sought to denounce and embarrass him at every given opportunity, so Ray's current girlfriend wasn't too keen on her either; that, and every time he saw her, Ray seemed to get all emotional.

He never got sad, not even angry, but (y/n) got the picture that knowing Evelyn was another one who got away, irked him and that didn't sit right with her. Yeah, they were going strong and he'd sworn that the reporter had never meant anything to him and it was just one of those stupid, meaningless, little flings he used to have, but seeing him get flustered over her presence and how she claimed to have moved on, well, who wouldn't feel threatened?

"Thanks, Trent. I'm here in Swellview Park, in fact, this was the place where I got engaged last month to a man." She overheard her say as she fought back against a dude who used her momentary distraction to thump her in the back. Yeah, that would leave a bruise if she wasn't Miss Danger, but what concerned her more was how irrelevant that last piece of information was. For fuck's sake, she was rubbing it in Ray's face since he was metres away from her, definitely listening in and it didn't take a genius to know that this was one of her snide little comments.

"Hey, kid, sweet girl, there's a news crew here!... Be right back." Ray shouted, obviously not hearing his girl's annoyed growls earlier. He smoothed back his hair and sauntered off to go get interviewed, even though his two, experienced but not that experienced, sidekicks couldn't fight alone. They needed some of his muscle to take these guys out, 'cause without him, they were seriously outnumbered, not that he was listening. A news crew and a chance to shine for the masses to adore him? He couldn't miss that.

"What?!" Henry spat, looking at his boss and at (y/n) with terrified eyes as the criminals regained their strength and stood back up. With no Captain Man, beating up a skinny kid and small woman would be piss easy, but that wasn't the only thing Henry was worried about.

He knew Ray meant no harm, he knew that his smug, big-headed self just wanted to look good on camera and how he probably didn't recognise the woman holding the mic (she wasn't special enough for him to just know her like that), but he was just making things worse for himself and the relationship he wanted to protect. He should've left Evelyn alone and continued fighting to show his girlfriend that he didn't care about all that shit but he didn't. He wanted to propose for Christ's sake, but he was paying attention to the wrong girl, an idiotic move that would cost him down the line. And the idea of Ray losing (y/n) like that shook Henry to his core more than the thugs ever could.

"What are you doing?! We're supposed to be fighting these assholes--" The young woman screamed at him, feeling speechless at how he gave the reporter one his most charming smirks, fixed his hair and sauntered over to her...like how he did for her. Her words died when a mountain of a man curled his forearm around her neck and crushed her throat, taking her by surprise as Henry was also assaulted and pushed to the floor, but through blurry eyes, she could still see and hear Ray loving his time with her.

"Hey, Captain Man here, what's going onnnn...Emily?" Ray's smirk died when he realised who it was and the realisation that he'd made a huge mistake dawned on him. If it was up to this chick, his name would be trodden in the mud and he'd be missing his balls, not to mention completely loveless for the rest of his life. He regretted it, what he did to this girl, who he only faintly remembered out of the hundreds he used to date, but he was a changed man now, he had a fantastic relationship with the one he'd loved for nearly eleven years...oh, shit, (y/n)!

"It's Evelyn, remember? You took me out on two dates and then never called me again." She spat, smiling into the camera with a passive-aggressive faux-friendliness and all the while, Henry and (y/n) were getting the beating of a lifetime, and the latter was sure her heart was breaking in the middle of it. She couldn't hear Ray's sudden awkwardness over the sounds of her own groans of pain and was too busy to see how his body language said he wanted to run to her and only her, forgetting this Evelyn, Emily, Emelia, whatever her name was. 

He knew who she was now, just one of the faces that he used to know, a long-since crossed out name etched on his bedpost and now he knew that he should've stayed away. What was (y/n) thinking? Was she assuming the worst? What if she was reminded of how much of a dick he used to be, coupled with his seemingly despicable behaviour now, and decided to walk out on him? Fuck, he'd really messed up.

"Yes, I remember." He squeaked, wishing he could just slope off back into the fight, but he'd been seen by the entire city now, he couldn't leave. Not when Miss Hall had her talons pressing into his skin, ripping open wounds that he'd forgotten about after confessing to (y/n) that he had loved her all along. Oh shit, how could he ask her the all-important question with this looming over them? She was probably cursing the day she let him into her bed, fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Uh, good, so uh, what's going on back there?" Evelyn broke Ray out of his panic, making him glance back to the fight where it wasn't going brilliantly, but (y/n) had managed to free herself and landed a couple of hits, but Henry, he was still a human punching bag. Okay, he could leave it a bit longer, he just had to answer some questions and then he could grovel at his sweet girl and beg for her forgiveness for being such a moron.

"Well, we got a report saying there were three thugs in the park, vandalising bushes and shrubs, you know, intimidating squirrels--is that an engagement ring?" Ray started quite calm to say how nervous he was, but it was impossible to ignore the sparkling diamond on Evelyn's finger as she purposefully wiggled under his nose, prompting him to question it. Well, she'd moved on quickly, not that it mattered to him. For her information, he was also engaged, well, nearly, he had the ring anyway and he too had found happiness else. 

"Oh, this? Sure is!" She squealed, loving how she could feel the thin, gold band sitting snuggly on her finger and she took Ray's confusion as jealousy. Yeah, she was so over him, not that you'd know it from the way she acted. What did that Miss Danger woman have that she didn't? Why did he dump her for some dispensible sidekick?

"What? You buy that for yourself?" The hero asked, wondering who the hell would want to marry her. Yeah, she was probably quite nice most of the time, but one mention of Captain Man or superheroes and she didn't shut up about how they dated. She was dumped, it really wasn't that impressive.

"No, a man gave it to me." Evelyn snapped, offended at how he automatically assumed that she was some sad, lonely loser without him. If this was any other circumstance, (y/n) would probably feel sympathy for her, maybe she'd even take her side, but knowing that it was her boyfriend in the fray made it unbearable, so Henry skidded over to try and get Ray back on their side for the sake of their love and their weakening bodies.

"Hey, dude, dude, we really need your help." Henry gasped, feeling like death as two thugs marched over to come and grab him whilst their friend kicked Miss Danger into the concrete ground. Yeah, it wasn't bad when it was all three of them against them, but not when he was talking to this bitch. Of course, Henry couldn't reveal how Captain Man needed to stop "flirting" with someone who wasn't his girlfriend on live television, that would make him look like a horrible person, so he opted for a more obvious route, not that Ray saw a problem. "Just give me a second."

"No, man, these guys are big! They're big! They're really big!!!!" Henry squealed as he was dragged away to be put on the pile of superheroes that needed curb-stomping. Ray wasn't aware of how bad the sitch was, he just wanted to know which sucker had landed themselves with Evelyn Hall for the rest of their lives.

"Who asked you to marry him?" He asked her, promising himself that he'd go help his sidekicks in a minute after he found out this small detail. Maybe he could even rub it in her face that he was also no longer available and steps away from being engaged to the sexiest, most beautiful, cleverest woman in the world, someone who to him, was worth a hundred of her.

"My cameraman, right there." Evelyn smiled at her fiancé behind the camera, not caring if this was the world's weirdest interview ever and it was gonna be her ass on the line when she got back to the TV station with the pissed off producers. He wasn't a bad-looker to be fair, he was actually kinda cute, and she was happy with him, although it did go to Ray's head a bit that she'd downgraded from him, a superhero, to this guy. Why did she feel to brag?

"What? This guy?" Ray snorted, again, offending the couple, not that he cared. Geez, couldn't he just go do some fighting? (y/n) and Henry weren't sure how much more they could take. "So, you went from Captain Man to cameraman? Oh, that's good."

"Shouldn't you be helping Kid Danger and Miss Danger?" The reporter hissed, suddenly wishing she'd kept her nose to herself and left the heroes to their work. Now, she was the one being ridiculed.

"Nah, they're fine." He brushed off her concern, ready to do a little showing off himself, but this time, amid another chokehold as Henry was swung around by his arm and leg, (y/n) heard him and fury rose within her.

"We're not fucking fine!" She yelled at him, her voice hoarse as she clawed for air, but it was too quiet. The man holding her sneered and squeezed harder, freezing her voicebox as she debated what was more worth it; fucking him up or dragging Evelyn around by her hair.

"Y'see, I am also in a very happy relationship with my girlfriend, Miss Danger and she has this superpower, super-regeneration, not to mention she's really hot and was my best friend for ten years, so y'know, I'm doing good. And Kid Danger's got hyper-motility, so, uh..." Oh, that stung deep. Ray smirked as Evelyn got all pissy as he gushed about his sweet girl and how his life couldn't get any better. He had a great girlfriend, a great home, great friends, he was doing just fine without her.

"I'm sorry, they have what?" The woman gasped, suddenly switching her focus to the sidekicks. Wait, this was hot news and if she was the first to report it, then maybe this interview wouldn't flop after all. No one knew that Kid Danger and Miss Danger had something wrong with them, or that's how she interpreted it.

"Super-regeneration and hyper-motility. They have those." Ray answered honestly, not thinking anything about her concerned face. This was another one of his smaller fuck-ups, not realising that he was portraying the superpowers in a bad light; an explanation would've cleared everything up.

"And is it serious?" Evelyn probed deeper, knowing a scoop when she heard one. She had to ask all about the grotty details, even though the city would lament for their resident sidekicks. "Yeah, really serious."

"Well, are super-degeneration and hyper-motility deadly?" Her next question came and Ray didn't notice that she'd misheard him, so he just kept making it worse and worse. "Uh, they can be...and I just want you to know that I'm happy for you, 'cause you've found someone else, I've found someone much better--"

"Captain Man, can you come here right now, please?" (y/n) yelled, gulping when she heard the last part. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she'd previously thought, perhaps what he'd said about barely knowing Evelyn was true. Hearing him say that she was the better date was certainly something, but enough about that. She could use some of her dumb boyfriend's help before her healing shit packed in and Henry puked up his mangled intestines.

"Excuse me, my hot girlfriend needs me, so I gotta go." He smiled at Evelyn, clapping her on the back briefly as you'd do with an old friend. She wasn't a friend, not even an acquaintance at this point, but seeing that perturbed look on her face (something he thought was pouting) made it worth it and so damn sweet. Speaking of sweet, his girl was kicking ass and he was more than happy to tell her he loved her whilst helping.

"You heard it here first. Kid Danger has hyper-motility and Miss Danger has super-degeneration." The reporter turned to face the camera, her mood sombre as she told the world that the superheroes were dying or diseased well before their time. Well, this would cause a shitstorm.

"How's it going?" Ray grunted after punching the last guy, feeling like he'd really helped out, despite having only thrown one fist. Somehow, through the skin of their teeth, Henry and (y/n) had managed to work together to take two out, leaving the third for his flirtiness. 

"Have fun flirting with your ex?" (y/n) asked quietly and bitterly, Henry's arm stretched over her shoulders as she helped him limp across the park. Fuck, they were tired, some more than others after battling with a heavy heart and a mind swirling with doubt. Had he really left her for some ex-flame, right when she was ready to give him everything, anything she could offer?

"I wasn't flirting with her, I promise. You know I only love you, sweet girl." He carefully put his hands on her hips, worried that she'd push him away, say she wasn't interested in someone like him who had old relationships in practically every street, but (y/n) just stayed quiet, staring at his tunic. She trusted him and had no doubt that he was telling the truth when he promised that he loved her, she just didn't trust Evelyn.

"What were you talking about?" She questioned, feeling Henry slump as he took a moment to gather his strength. He couldn't rush them when they were being lovey-dovey and honestly, he wanted Ray to clear the air so everything stayed okay. He could wait, it was fine.

"Well, I told her that I'm happy that she's engaged to some loser and that I don't care about her because I'm dating my sexy, superhero best friend who means more to me than anyone else in the world." He blushed, feeling like a right old sap, but to see how she visibly melted into his embrace, dropping Henry's arm and curling into his body made it all worth it. Yeah, it was mushy and the kid listening wasn't sure if he could listen to it, but with her, being tender and honest with his emotions was easy. It was just too powerful to keep inside anymore.

"Evelyn Hall is engaged? Poor guy." She giggled, leaning her forehead against his chest as his arms covered her back and brought her in closer, something he'd wanted to do the minute he walked into that damn, interview trap. This was nice, just a moment to patch things up, settle any grudges and a little reward after a job well done.

"Yeah, I know, right? I'm so glad I'm with you instead." He chuckled, craning his neck downwards so he could kiss the crown of her head, thrilled that she wasn't mad. They were gonna be just fine.

"Me too. I don't know where I'd be without you, doofus--" (y/n) smiled, reeling from his affection, although the kiss mixed with the sappy words was the final straw for Henry. He could deal with their grossness for a bit, he knew that being touchy and sentimental was just what they did, but he had a limit. 

"All right, all right, I get it, you love him, he loves you. Now, do you have any water?" He butted in, wanting to have some attention on him now they'd kissed and made up. He was pooped and his throat was scratchy; he'd taken the most hits, after all.

"Oh, yeah.'" Ray nodded, pulling a bottle of cool water from the back of his utility belt, but rather than offering it to Henry like the kid wanted, he just started gulping it down himself, prompting a small whimper to escape Henry's mouth. He wanted that crystalline goodness.

"Oi, give the bottle to the kid, you doof!" (y/n) slapped his arm, making him stop drinking and look at her with chubby, water-filled cheeks. He swallowed slowly, looking a bit guilty at how he'd messed up again, so slowly passed the half-full bottle to Henry, who was glad that the woman was around to keep him in line. That was more like it; sharing is caring and when she gave him a proud smile and subtly flirtatious praise, it made a shiver go up and down his spine. "Good boy."

~The next day, in the Man Cave~

After the incident in the park, Henry had been sent home to sleep off his injuries (the best remedy) and Ray and (y/n) went home to fully make up after the argument, something they did extremely well. From the kid's snoozing to the couple's not-snoozing, no one saw the news reports flooding social media; hashtags, videos, updates, all of them panicking about what was happening to poor Kid Danger and Miss Danger.

Henry walked into Junk-N-Stuff like he did nearly every day, strolled into the elevator and entered the Man Cave with a spring in his step. Okay, something smelled great and he realised how hungry he was as he saw Jasper and Charlotte sitting at the couch, nibbling away and watching the news. Ray and (y/n) were notably absent too, probably sleeping in after their vigorous activities, but that didn't matter; the kids could hang out until they showed up.

"Hey, what's up, crimefighters? And, oh my god, I smell chicken wings!" Henry gasped as he dumped his bag and walked over to them, but his friends were much more interested in whatever Trent was saying on the TV. They just shushed him, wanting to hear every little word said since it was...personal to them. 

"What's going on? What are you guys watching?" Henry asked, frowning when they wouldn't let him speak. Why would they care about the dumb news? It was just full of boring grown-up stuff, that's why hadn't bothered to check it that morning after he'd woken up.

"It's the news report about you and (y/n)," Charlotte told him, turning around briefly to look at him before refocusing on the monitor. She wasn't completely sure about what was happening, but if they all shut up and listened, they'd find out momentarily.

"Yeah, and they're talking about how—" Jasper was about to tell him all about it, having seen some of the story on his Twitflash earlier, but Henry made him be quiet as Trent started talking and it was like his stomach fell to the ground as the muddled story got back to him.

"According to Captain Man himself, Kid Danger has been stricken with a serious, rare disease, known as hyper-motility. Miss Danger has also been infected with something equally deadly, an illness Captain Man called Super-degeneration." Trent told the viewers in a sombre tone, shocking Henry at how they'd taken Ray's words, mushed them up and spat them back out completely wrong. The public thought he and (y/n) were sick? What the hell?

"Wait, disease? What are they talking about, disease?" Henry stammered, trying to wrap his head around what the man had just said, but Charlotte just shushed him again as the report developed. Maybe it would be a good time to go and see what Ray and (y/n) were up to since this was also about the young woman. On second thought, maybe it was best to just let them finish on their own...

"Here with us now, in studio, is rare disease expert, Doctor Andrew Skurvay. What can you tell us about these diseases, hyper-motility and super-degeneration?" Trent asked the bald man, who definitely looked like a respectable, medical man, but as the superpowers weren't illnesses or anything to be worried about, he was out of his depth, to say the least.

"I've never heard of them. But I will say diseases, in general, can cause big problems." Doctor Skurvay answered honestly, not caring that no one was watching for general facts, they wanted the nitty-gritty about this hyper-modiddly and super-vegetation crap. 

"I see. And in what ways do you feel hyper-motility and super-degeneration might affect Kid Danger and Miss Danger?" Trent pressed on with the interview as Henry slumped into the supercomputer chair. This was just crazy, what had Ray said to Evelyn Hall that ended up with this amount of confusion? He just wanted to scream at the screen and tell the stupid news anchor that he nor (y/n) were dying, in fact, they were doing better than ever.

"Well, it could lead to an increase or decrease in their appetites, high or low blood pressure, it could cause weight gain—" The doctor started listing every little symptom of any disease he could think of. Some of them weren't even things caused by sickness, some of them were just natural. He was bullshitting his ass off, which was the most irritating thing.

"Or weight loss?" And when Overrunder started joking in, it got even worse. Why could KLVY News never be sensible and ask for an official statement from the Man Cave before they started spreading vicious rumours? Yeah, it had come from Ray's mouth, but it had been wildly altered by a woman with a grudge and then spoken by countless lips until it was nothing like it was originally, like a game of Chinese Whispers. "Possibly."

"Okay, you know what? I'm turning this off." Henry sighed, slamming his hand down on the console so the dumb news clip would go away. He'd heard enough and it was safe to say that he wasn't best pleased about how the entire city was freaking out about something completely untrue. 

"How come you're so upset?" Jasper asked through a mouthful of chicken, uncaring about the fact that he had barbecue sauce smeared all over his lips like some smoky, sticky lipgloss. He looked like a toddler who hadn't learned to eat yet, but he just ignored it - the wings were just so damn good.

"'Cause! Everyone in Swellview is gonna think me and (y/n) are seriously sick." Henry answered, thinking that this was gonna be a huge mess that they'd have to sort out. Captain Man and his sidekicks had extremely loyal fans, from tiny children to even elderly grandparents and many of them would be devastated to know that not only was the man losing his best friend but his beloved girlfriend too. Would they take extreme measures?

"No, they won't. Nobody under sixty-five watches the news anymore." Charlotte calmed his nerves and she was right. The cool, hip youth couldn't be assed to actually watch a video, not when they could see the thirty-second clip online with the added bonus of emojis. 

"Yah, so check social media," Jasper added, reminding Henry about how they were young too. They could see what people actually cared about on their phones, not the boring shit on the TV and honestly, sometimes it was better than whatever Trent or Mary were rambling on about.

"Oh, yeah...social media's the real news. Check it, check it, check it!" He told Charlotte eagerly, making her take out her phone so she could start scrolling. Jasper just kept on nomming as she opened one of her apps, loading it up before going onto the trending page. That was where they'd see if Henry was worrying about nothing or not.

"Oh, dude, you have wing sauce..." Henry told Jasper as she searched and gestured to the side of his mouth so he'd know where the barbecue sauce was. He couldn't let him just walk around like that, someone, probably Ray, would take the piss.

"Oh, hand me a wet ragette," Jasper instructed him and the kid yanked one from the top of the tub, throwing it to him so he could get cleaned up. These wings were good but messy, and when Jasper went to rub it off, he missed completely, thinking Henry was pointing to the opposite cheek. 

"It's, like, right here—no, like—on the side—and, no, but—you gotta...you got it." Henry gave up at that point. If his best friend wasn't going to listen to his directions then he'd just leave him. He'd get it eventually and he had more pressing matters to worry about, like whether the city was going insane or not.

"Okay, trending topics. Number five, goodbye-Kid Danger-Miss Danger." Charlotte cringed as she read it out, seeing that, unlike her previous theory, Ray's words were starting to spread in a concerning way.

"See? I knew it! What's number four say?" He exclaimed, leaning over the back of the couch to get a good look at her phone. Number five was bad but not terrible, he could live with it if that was it and if it didn't climb any higher. Number five meant people would forget about it, but that wasn't the worst of it.

"Pray-for-Kid Danger- and-Miss Danger." She answered, crushing his hopes there as he started to get the idea that this was a tad more serious than just a number-five, trending topic. This was the hot story of the week. "And three?"

"Kid Danger-Miss Danger-RIP" Well, this was just getting silly now. It was nice to know that their passings were generating a lot of love and support, but knowing that some dumb mistake had been blown up into something this was crazy was just irritating. Why couldn't people just think? "Two?"

"Remembering-Kid Danger-and-Miss Danger." 

"Number one?" This was the biggie. Maybe, just maybe, by some miracle, the biggest trend wasn't him and (y/n), perhaps it was just hashtag-happy-Caturday or hashtag-just-girly-things. A guy could hope, right?

"Hyper-motility-and-super-degeneration-kill." Well, that went down like a lead balloon. That proved it, everyone was talking about him, thinking he was gonna die or be crippled or something when in reality, he was better equipped to take down any assholes who threatened the city. (y/n) too, did she look sick? No, she looked great, so great that Captain Man wanted to fucking marry her, this disease bullshit was really dampening that shine.

"Dang it!" Henry growled, upset that everything had gone wrong, but at least he could still eat some chicken wings. He reached for one of the sticky things, ready to chow down and munch away his sorrows, but before he could take a wing from Jasper's plate, his friend snatched it away like he had cooties. Which he didn't, he was perfectly healthy. "No, don't touch me!"

"What? No, dude, I'm not actually sick, neither is (y/n), whatever she and Ray are...up to." Henry tried to reassure him, screwing his nose up a bit as he thought about the couple's absence. His mind did not wanna go there, so he just thanked Schwoz for soundproofing every room; the guy was a little genius.

"I don't take risks," Jasper replied, his body stiff as he looked at his best friend's possibly-plagued-possibly-not figure and he decided that even if he knew what hyper-motility was, he didn't want to die. He got his facts from social media and Twitflash never lies. Right?

~Later that day~

Okay, it was official. The city had actually gone bat-shit crazy. And not just a bit, like full-on, probably should be sectioned, dangerous lunacy. 

Some "genius" had decided that since no one had ever heard of this hyped-up-motiddly and soup-ear-degenerate-nation disease thingies, they were gonna start a campaign to raise awareness and possibly set up a foundation or support group for those affected by it. Of course, it didn't exist, but that didn't stop the dumb craze from going viral. 

Now, it wasn't something cute and genuinely helpful, holy shit, no. That would be too easy; to mirror the agonising pain that Captain Man's sidekicks must've been experiencing, the youth of the modern era, the generation of tomorrow had decided to screw those soft, squishy, delicate things they called brains and had taken to dumping boxes of rocks onto their heads, which made sense to no one, but everyone did it anyway. It was stupid, dangerous, not helpful in any way, but that's what made it so great for social media; it was fun to watch people get hurt and if you didn't do your own version, then you were just a cruel asshole who didn't care for poor, poor Kid Danger and Miss Danger. Hashtag-you-will-be-missed. 

"I honestly can't believe you, Raymond. How could you not know you were telling Evelyn Hall that mine and Henry's superpowers are diseases? When she got all sad, why didn't that ring any alarm bells?" (y/n) groaned at her boyfriend as she paced around the Man Cave and he stuffed his face full of fruit, candy and other baked goods that had been sent in as tributes to the falling heroes. Hashtag-gone-before-your-time. 

"I don't know, sweet girl. Just wanted to get back to your sweet ass so we could go home and fu—" He garbled through a mouth of something sweet and spongy. Yeah, technically, the food, bears, balloons, flowers, gift baskets, toys, jewellery, bath sets, cards, letters, streamers, confetti and purses were for (y/n) and Henry to split between them, but since she was so mad, Ray could help but nibble on a tad of her half. Okay, maybe more than a nibble, more like enough chocolate and cake that it felt like he was gonna explode as he chucked another wrapper on the floor and smiled up at the woman through a food-coma-haze. Hashtag-sorry-not-sorry.

"Yeah, and even after we did that, you insisted on doing it again three times this morning, so now, the whole, damn city thinks I'm dying! And stop eating my candy!" She snapped, watching as he laid back and chuckled at how insatiable the pair of them had been. It was entirely his fault, she'd been an equal participant and was only shouting because he'd depleted her half of the food. If he carried on eating, he was gonna puke. Hashtag-food-baby-proud-mama.

"You loved it. Wouldn't stop screaming my name, even after your fourth—" He bragged in a tight voice, cracking open his tired eyes to see her standing there with her hands on her hips and a bored expression on her face. Yeah, she loved it, she could hide that smiley blush all she wanted, but he knew if he asked her again, she wouldn't say no. His perfect girl. Hashtag-bae-for-life.

"Wait... I think Henry's coming down the tube, so stop talking about sex before you scar that boy for life. He already knows what we were doing this morning, he doesn't want to hear any details." She warned him, just as the tube came down, confirming her suspicions. All the teens had blushed when she finally crawled out of bed that morning for some breakfast and had avoided eye contact as they told her all about Ray's fuck-up with the reporter the night before. Well, that was her perfect morning ruined. Hashtag-awkward.

"Hey, guys I really need you to—whoa." Henry started in a panicked voice, having just come from his house with terrifyingly alarming news, but stopped at the top of the steps when he saw the gifts and mess surrounding the large man, eating himself to death on the couch, his girlfriend standing over him with a semi-annoyed, semi-amused face. She thought he was cute when he ate the cookies or chocolate buttons, but when he kept going with his shirt riding up and crumbs all over the cushions, that made him dumb, like a doofus. Her doofus. Hashtag-when-your-boyfriend-drives-you-insane-but-you-love-him-anyway. 

"Hey, Henry. Ray can't speak like a human right now, so I'll interpret whatever this caveman shit is. Hi, Henry, I'm Ray and I love to flex my muscles and eat all my girlfriend's presents, duhhhhh." (y/n) joked, putting on her best thicko, Jeff Bilsky-style, voice to tease her boyfriend and that at least made him move a bit with indignation, but wasn't enough to stop him eating. He just kept shovelling things into his mouth. Hashtag-haters-gonna-hate.

"Dude, what's go—is he okay? What happened?" The boy asked hurriedly as he dashed over, thinking that man was in pain or poisoned or something, but really, he was fine. Just a little bloated from the non-stop eating and (y/n) waved off his worry as she sighed and looked at the handsome man. Aw, his hand on his swollen tummy was cute and now she remembered why she'd agreed to spend all night and half the day in bed with him, because no matter what he did, she couldn't stay mad, not for long and not when he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Hashtag-one-true-pairing.

"Chocolate-covered grapes!" Ray exclaimed in an exhausted tone, his stomach clearly telling him that it couldn't take much more, but everything tasted so good. Swellview had some amazing chefs and bakers, and he just wanted to try it all, even if his sweet girl wouldn't go near him when he was lying in all that filth. Oh, and look, a little grapey had decided to run away from his mouth, silly, little grapey, he wanted that chocolate sweetness. Granted, they weren't the best thing he'd ever tasted, nor were the cakes, the muffins, the fruit or any of the pizzas that had been ordered to the Man Cave on behalf of some families. No, his favourite taste was a little sweeter, like honey; he'd been craving it for years and last night he had drunk it in like a man dying of thirst. Hashtag-I-would-die-for-her. "This little guy tried to escape. Well...no more room in me!"

"(y/n/n), what is going on? What happened here?" Henry asked the woman as she rolled her eyes at how he was talking to a grape, but she was a bit happy that he'd given up with the food. She opened he mouth to answer, but Ray decided that through his dire need for a stomach pump, he could explain it perfectly well. Hashtag-a-fucking-dumb-idea.

"People sent you two—I mean, people sent Kid Danger and Miss Danger all these gift baskets full of food." He grumbled, rolling over on the couch so he could get comfy, and he'd taken the liberty of shoving a large, sturdy ottoman in between the gap so his spine wouldn't snap in half, but even so, he much preferred snuggling on a feather mattress with his sweet girl. Hashtag-she's-the-one.

"Yeah, they started arriving just after you, Jasper and Charlotte left. I would say we should halfsies but someone has already eaten most of mine, so just take whatever you can find. I'm definitely having that teddy bear though." (y/n) pointed to a large, particularly fluffy bear that, in her mind, would be the perfect addition to her life and waded her way through the junk so she could get to it. However, before she could even reach for the stuffed animal, Ray was yanking on her wrist and grunting at her incoherently, something about love, hot, food, hurt and a wedding? She had no idea what that was about. Hashtag-random.

"Kid Danger and Miss Danger, we hope these banana-nut muffins will give you both comfort and joy in your final days." Henry frowned as he read out one of the condolence cards, making (y/n) nod in sympathy as she understood the feeling. She'd read pretty much all of them and they were all saying roughly the same thing; we're sorry, death, disease, have free food. It was so annoying, but hey, it tickled Ray's funny bone.

"Yeah, everybody thinks you're both doomed." He chuckled, earning a slap on the shoulder from his irritated girlfriend, who couldn't believe that he was laughing at his mistake. Of course, if she was doomed, he'd be mortified and grief-stricken, but since neither of them was and people were freaking out over nothing, then he found the whole thing pretty funny. Plus, he got to see his girl getting all feisty, sassy and...hot. It was a win-win.

"Oh, dude, I can't believe you ate all these baskets." The boy grumbled, fishing through the static wrappers and brightly-coloured paper to see that whatever was there had long since been wolfed down, something that was oddly impressive when you took in the fact that he'd eaten almost everything in such a small time and fitted it all into such a small space. He didn't care, he'd just work out and burn off the calories later. Hashtag-do-you-even-lift-bro.

"Didn't even save me a bite but it's fine. I'll just be the one to rub his back and tell him it's okay when he's vomiting for the next five hours." (y/n) sassed, folding her arms and wrinkling her nose at the thought of having to deal with an actual illness later on when all the food came back up. She could never resist stepping in to be his carer when he did this and had a lot of experience of trying not to wretch when he was over the toilet, puking his guts up. But then again, he'd always held her hair back, brought her soup, tucked her in, rubbed her swollen tummy, cancelled all his plans and snuggled with her when she used to get the flu, so could she complain? Did she want to?

"Don't worry, sweet girl. I'm oka—oh, I'm gonna puke." Ray tried to stand up, thinking that his stomach had it completely under control, but the sudden change from laying down to being upright didn't sit right with his digestive system, and he felt woozy as things got shaken. He stumbled, bending over to try and stop his stomachache, which forced his girl to stop being smart and rush over to help him, one arm going around his waist and the other bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she took his weight. The discomfort on his face was too much to ignore and she just knew she had to help him, even if he'd done it to himself. Henry though was less sympathetic.

"You can puke after we—oh, is that a—oh, come one. Now, there's a bee in here. Now, there's a bee in the Man Cave." Henry gasped as he saw the flying insect circling the many bouquets of flowers that had been brought in, but the more he tried to swat it away, the angrier it got. Seriously, it was just a bee, what was the deal?

"So? Just stand still and it won't hurt you. Or find a glass and a piece of paper so you can take it outside." (y/n) told him calmly as she helped Ray sit down, but Henry's fight or flight instincts were telling him to swipe at the air until he was safe, despite the woman's advice being the best thing he could've done. Bees only attack when threatened, and he was being very threatening. 

"Can't you come help me?" He asked, the fear evident in his voice, but she didn't even spare him a glance, preferring to sit on the edge of the couch and soothingly stroke Ray's stomach and forehead to try and make him feel better. His skin was clammy from the pain, but behind the dull ache, his tummy was fluttering with butterflies as her hand slipped under his shirt and trailed over his belly button. God, she still made him feel like a teenager like he was still just crushing on her, waiting for some miracle to tell him that yes, she loved him too, even after nearly a year of dating and countless confirmations that all of this was real.

"No, I'm caring for my dumb boyfriend." She mumbled, smiling when his hand slid over hers, his arm curled around her back to pull her in closer and he gazed at her with dilated pupils, eyes full of love rather than pain. It was like she was numbing it, healing him like her not-deadly superpower did to her, only this wasn't a gift, it was all her, just his sweet girl taking care of him, no matter what.

"Oh, my tummy hurts so bad, sweet girl." He groaned, causing her to lean down to kiss it better, making his breath hitch when her lips brushed against his skin, only briefly but it was enough to make his heart race. Henry, however, was still having bee issues, backing away and focusing on the bees so intensely, he was going a bit cross-eyed.

"Get outta here, bee. I hate bees, guys. Oh, oh, oh, arghhhh!" Henry screeched when the bee dive-bombed into his mouth, making him splutter and panic when he felt a sting/fucking, painful stab on his tongue. Ray and (y/n) took one look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles, thinking he looked ridiculous as he pawed at his tongue, the bee flying away now that he'd learnt his lesson. Hashtag-bee-one-Henry-zero.

"Guys...the bee just stung my tongue!" He spat, feeling the tip starting to swell as the mild poison attacked his body and hearing his slurred speech was hilarious, making the adults laugh even harder at how he'd been terrified and taken down by a tiny insect. (y/n) would help him in a bit, but she still had Ray and his stomach to think about.

"Ohhh, don't make me laugh" He moaned, instantly grabbing the woman's hand and putting it back on his body after she'd absentmindedly removed it. He needed her to rub away the swelling, his own hand was useless; too big, too manly, too calloused. He needed small, soft, delicate fingers to work their magic and honeyed lips to kiss his pouting, quivering lips.

"Next time, please don't eat so much." (y/n) begged him, fluttering her eyelashes as she leaned down to press their lips together momentarily, just enough to let him taste her sweetness, but not enough to leave him satisfied, so his head craned up to follow her as she pulled away. Not fair, he wanted more kisses, god knows he spent years dreaming about what he'd have to give to get just one, now, he had them on demand, but he still couldn't enough. And his belly hurt. Give him a break. "Okay, sweet girl, kiss me again and I'll think about it." 

"Doofus..." She muttered, suppressing a smile as she went back down, this time letting him linger for as long as he wanted, even when his tongue ran against her bottom lip, begging to be let in so it could fully taste the honey, but she remembered that Henry was in the room. They had to keep some level of decency, no matter how far his desires ran, and the long wait was really starting to piss the kid off. Okay, it was fine at first, be he didn't want to see everything. Hashtag-face-eaters.

"All right, stop eating each other's faces. I need you to help me do this livestream." He sighed, making them break apart as (y/n) realised how long and how carried away they were getting, not that Ray cared. He was up for round...he'd lost count, but still, he didn't mind and his tummy could make an exception. What was this about a livestream? He just wanted to lie back, let all the food digest and casually make out with the hot girl next to him, why did he need to be bothered? "Why?"

"'Cause, I, no, me and (y/n) need everyone to know that we—well, that Kid Danger and Miss Danger aren't sick." He answered and it checked out. The reminder made (y/n) ponder; yeah, kissing Ray was amazing and making out did sound like bliss, but this was a problem and the sooner they went on air, the sooner people would stop freaking out. They could kiss and most likely end up fucking later.

"All right, bossy pants, go set up the livestream. I'll be over in a bit." She told him, pointing her thumb back at the computer as Ray groaned and clutched at her dress. Her boobs and thighs looked great in it and he didn't want to lose her to a dumb livestream, he wanted her to be his sexy, little nurse. She giggled at how dramatic he was being, checking to see if Henry wasn't looking, and he wasn't, and that meant she could give him one more long kiss, just enough to stop him moaning for a while.

"All right, on it." The boy mumbled, holding his cheek as he remained oblivious to the couple's shenanigans. It was a nightmare trying to navigate the crap, plastic and baskets on the floor, even more so when his tongue was throbbing, but he thought he'd done okay and swaggered over to the computer as usual. There was a slight problem though, he didn't see the pesky, rogue, chocolate-grape from earlier still on the floor and the moment he stepped on it, the slimy skin made him slip backwards and land harshly on his back as the world seemingly lost gravity. Hashtag-grapes-have-an-agenda.

"Ooohhh, ding, dong, dang it..." The kid groaned in agony as his entire body throbbed and he writhed on the tiles as Ray chuckled and (y/n) whipped around to check if he was all right. They really needed to clean this place up before there were any more accidents.

"Told you not to make me laugh," Ray grumbled as his chuckles made his tummy ache again, causing his girl to return to stroking it to make it better. A kiss too? That would make him feel a lot better, even if he was just being greedy now.

"And I told you not to eat so much." The woman retorted, her thumb brushing against the coarse hair that grew on his navel and lead all the way down to...you know what. She knew that path well, but her actions were purely innocent and all in the hopes that he'd feel better soon. Well, they were innocent until Ray's mind turned to filth, forgetting that his youngest sidekick was crippled on the floor thanks to his grapes.

"You know what would make me feel better?" He asked quietly, the air around them suddenly shifting as he tugged her ear closer because if Henry heard, he'd just wither and die on the spot. This was for her ears only and a sure-fire way of making her cheeks scarlet and her lips part in shock. And that was his fourth favourite thing to do, before kissing her, making love to her and numero uno, just being with her, doing the basic boyfriend shit that others overlooked. He loved all of that because he did it for her and when they were together, it was like no one else was in the room. "What?"

"If your hand moved down by about three inches." He smirked, eyes lighting up gleefully when, as predicted, her cheeks flared and she nervously looked to see if Henry had heard. He hadn't, thank god, he was still dying, meaning she was free to let the comment fluster her and he could watch her flounder, knowing every move she'd make. Here came the mouth-drop, three...two...one...there it was.

"Raymond, I—I—you—we—" And next came the stuttering, the desperate search for a reply as she processed how he could switch from being normal to pouty to a man with the filthiest mouth on Earth in about five seconds. He just stared at her with a soft expression, loving how the redness still hadn't gone, even when her juddering jaw came back up and she put her thoughts back together. Sweet girl, he knew her so well, but her next move was a surprise.

"If you insist." It was (y/n)'s turn to be smug when her hand drifted down three inches exactly, over his belt and...well, he wasn't expecting that.

~Half an hour later~

Well, Henry stopped dying a lot sooner than expected, meaning despite their bodies saying, no, please don't go!, they had to get up and pop a gumball for the all-important livestream. Ray set up the computer, sent a message to the team at KLVY News that they had something to say and made sure his hair looked great as (y/n) helped Henry with his tongue issue.

It turned out that his reaction to the bee sting was a bit more dramatic than previously expected and he could barely talk, so being the lovely person she was, the young woman dug through her first-aid kit and brought out some numbing gel stuff that should've numbed the pain and stemmed the swelling. Well, that was the plan anyway and they'd better hurry, 'cause they were going live in five, four, three, two...

"Hi! It's me, Captain Man... Uh, hey, Miss Danger, Kid Danger, are we gonna do this or what?" Ray introduced himself to the viewers as the feed flickered to life, not that he needed any introduction. Everyone knew who he was, but the ones they really wanted to see were next to the elevator, dabbing Henry's tongue with the medicine so he'd stand a chance at appearing healthy. Fat chance, his leg was all fucked-up too, bruised and tender from the fall thirty minutes ago, so what with his tongue and limp (both of which cracked (y/n) up to no end - cruel, but true), he was having a tough time of it.

"Wphang won, pe fottah plutt dhish omn mha tchongue." Henry replied, making (y/n) snort and laugh uncontrollably at how silly he sounded. He had to steady her hands as her body shook and her lungs wheezed for air, but it was just so funny. The kind of funny that's so damn hilarious, it renders you powerless and unable to breathe, shaking like a leaf.

"Well, we're live-streaming right now, so..." Ray told them, his eyes softening when he saw how happy his girl was, how rosy her cheeks were and how she went into another round when Henry started talking again. He couldn't help but snap a quick picture on his phone.

"Whah? Wite wow? Cude, we wolde woo cho gwiv usch ah headsch wup!" He complained, waving his hands around madly, which only made it worse for (y/n). She was in tears at this point, holding her tummy like she was in agony and little gasps passed through her teeth as she tried to not to laugh, tried not to make Henry's minor injury seem stupid, but she couldn't help it. He sounded so fucking funny.

"Heads up." Ray noted, understanding what the kid was saying even through his garbled nonsense and extra syllables. (y/n) finally, somehow, just about managed to finish applying the numbing gel, leaving the tube on a cabinet as Henry quickly pulled her along, eager to get on TV and straighten this whole thing out. Well, I say quickly, as quickly as he could hobbling on one leg, limping in front of the camera and the way he was dragging the woman didn't do her much favours either. She was still light-headed from the laughing and was tripping up over her yelled boots as they approached the screen, the pair of them making a sorry sight in front of the concerned viewers, especially when they tripped on some of the gifts lying around.

"Whe'ur wokay, whe'ur wokay." Henry told Ray as he helped them both up, ensuring to keep a tight hold on his girl's hips as she started laughing again, attempting to suppress it now that they were live, but it just wouldn't stop, a tear fell from her eye and despite making no noise, she was still cracking up. She had no air left to make her vocal cords work, so what should've seemed quite cute, appeared like she was in agony. Right, okay, be cool, be cool, it was time to set things straight.

"Whi, whevwywon, hit's wus, Kwid Dwangur ande Mwiss Dwangur. Ande, uhhh, wee jwust wahnted to sway vhat we'ur wokay! Dhere's nwo nweed to wowwy, we'ur fwine. Whwypur-mowiwwly ande schooper-wegenewaschion waren't diweases, the'ur sootherpowwersth. Stho, theur'sth, nwo nweed for weverywon choo kweep dwopping wocks won yurr headsch, 'causech, we'urr fwine." Henry announced, making Ray genuinely worry for his girlfriend's health as she reached the two minute mark of not stopping for air. Every "word" the kid spoke just made it worse and even though she could survive without air, it didn't make it any less alarming. And the people at home, well, they were so worried! Kid Danger was a shadow of his former self and Miss Danger was in crippling pain, they needed more rocks.

"Ta—hank—youuu—-and—anddd—G-Godd—b-blesss—the-the—ci-ci-ty—-of—of—Swe—ll—view." The young woman managed to get out the last line they'd rehearsed but each word was followed by a desperate gasp for air as she kept squealing. People guessed from the way she was holding his stomach that her intestines were super-degenerating and it must have been agonising. Why else would she not be able to speak normally otherwise?

"Uh, yes. Gobbledy-goo to everyone." Ray finished the livestream in a highly amused mood, reaching for the off button with the knowledge that they'd just made it ten times worse, but seeing his sweet girl so happy made him uncaring. Henry would be disappointed but that smile made it all worth it.

~

"Okay, tongue out again." (y/n) instructed Henry as he got comfortable on the computer chair for another dose of the medicine. Obviously, it hadn't worked well last time, but a second dose was enough to numb his tongue into normality again. He just needed to stay quiet so she could focus and get it done.

"And don't talk. You know that she finds it hilarious when you do the mumble tongue thing." Ray told him firmly, making the kid nod solemnly. The man didn't need to worry, he'd already worked that one out and remained perfectly still as she spread a small blob of gel across the bump, ensuring that she used enough and got it everywhere this time. Laughing was fun, but not when it left her ribs aching and her face blue.

"Okay and...there you go. This stuff should make your tongue swelling go down in fifteen to thirty minutes so just wait whilst I put in some earplugs." She told the kid, handing the tube and spreader to her boyfriend as she swiped two little, orange buds from the console and jammed them in her ears. It seemed a bit weird, but she wasn't going to risk hearing him talk funny, she actually wanted to stop chuckling and spluttering now. 

"I schure hopes stho. Ande it'sh gwood vhat you'ur weawing wear wugs 'cwause whenn wou waugh, woo wook wealwy stwoopid." Henry answered, just after she put them in and it was like someone had turned the noise of the world off. Shit, these earplugs were great (courtesy of Schwoz) and all she could see was the boy's mouth moving and hear the blood rushing through her head. Weird.

"I don't know what you just said, but...okay." Ray nodded, not catching the meaning there but...no laughter! It was a shame to see her spirits dampened, but also interesting to see how she reacted to not being able to hear. It was weird, the Man Cave always made some kind of noise, whether it was the rowdy residents, noisy guests or just the whirring machine, it was never silent, so hearing nothing was new.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend in a fucking loud voice when she saw his lips move, thinking she was speaking in a normal tone, but really she bellowed in his face. Henry and Ray cringed at her volume, wondering how such a usually reserved person could be so deafening, but it wasn't like they could tell her to be quiet, so the superhero just put his finger on his lips before kissing her forehead. She got the message, snuggling into his chest so she could feel his heartbeat, and the silence was peaceful, until Charlotte stepped out of the elevator, PearPad in hand and she did not look happy.

"Hey, guys." She greeted, expecting things to be normal in her workplace, well, as normal as things got around the headquarters of a secretive superhero, but things were getting weird. Henry needed to get his tongue sorted and fast.

"Hey, Charlotte." "Hwey, what'sch wup?" "HI, CHARLOTTE!" The girl cringed at the sudden shouting, wondering what the hell was up with (y/n) as she stood there with a pleasant smile on her face as if she hadn't just yelled at the top of her lungs. Was this something to do with that car crash of a livestream?

"What's wrong with her?" She asked Ray, who slinked an arm around his girl's shoulders so she'd relax and not shout at anyone else. Fuck, how long did that gel say it was gonna take? He loved her with all his heart, every fibre of his being, but even he couldn't tolerate being deafened every time he got close enough to kiss her.

"She laughs uncontrollably every time Henry talks so she's got Schwoz's fancy earplugs in. Can't hear a thing, not even hers—" Ray answered, trying to make it brief so his girl wouldn't try to add something to the conversation, but she interrupted, thinking no one was talking 'cause she couldn't hear them or see Ray's lips moving.

"SORRY, CHARLOTTE. I WOULD TALK TO YOU BUT I'VE GOT THESE EARPLUGS IN AND I CAN'T HEAR A DAMN THING. YOU CAN TALK TO RAY THOUGH, AND HENRY, BUT HE MAKES ME LAUGH SO I HAVE TO WEAR THESE!" She bellowed, making everyone jump as she explained her situation, thinking nothing about how the girl in front of her was wincing. Seriously, she wasn't even that tall, how could be so loud?

"Quiet, sweet girl. Hey, did you see our livestream?" Ray asked, petting (y/n)'s head and signalling for her to be quiet, which she got. Maybe her voice was going crazy since she could hear herself, crazy being the understatement of the year. She just hugged Ray's waist, happy to lean her cheek against the crevasse between his pecs where she could feel his strong heartbeat against her skin. When one sense goes, the others elevate, and she was loving it.

"Uh, yeah. They're talking about it on the news right now." She told them, intriguing Henry, who was eager to see if his little plan had worked. Come on, the people of Swellview had to think he was okay now, they'd heard it from his own lips. Or had they?

"Oh, yeah?" "Woh, weah? Won wha nwews?" Ray and Henry asked, but no one had told the girl why he sounded like his mouth was full of marbles. She understood (y/n) and got why she laughed every time he talked, but why he was talking like that was still a mystery to her and everyone else in Swellview. At least she knew it wasn't because of a fake disease.  "Hey, why are you talking like that?"

"Bee stung his tongue, now, it's numb," Ray replied, making her giggle for unknown reasons. Had he said something funny?

"Ha, that rhymed." She giggled, making her chuckle too. He was a poet and he didn't know it, the modern-day Shakespeare, well, Shakespeare if he was born in America and wore a tight, red and blue super suit. Sometimes, his genius was so big, it generated gravity, at least it did to him. "Oh, yeah. I am awesome!"

"Plut won vthe nwews." Henry interrupted his little self-praising session. He didn't care about how big-headed Ray thought he was, he just wanted to hear what people were saying about him, which made it a bit ironic. If only (y/n) could talk without bursting their ears drums. 

"Wokay!" Ray mocked him, leaning over and hitting the button since he had to stay still. The gel was beginning to work, but not enough to make him normal. Hopefully, he'd be all right again after they watched Trent, Mary and that stupid doctor. And it wasn't nice to make fun of his temporary condition, Ray didn't tolerate being mocked, so why should he?

"Whow, wokay. Kweep dwoing vhat ande I weel twell youer gwirlfwend abwout youer pwans to mawwy hurr." He snapped, making Ray clamp his hand over his mouth as he looked at (y/n) with terrified eyes, scared that she might have heard in some impossible way. She hadn't, duh, Schwoz's tech was way too sophisticated to just stop working and she was in her own little world as she twiddled her thumbs, waiting to stare at the news. Thank god for that, Ray would've died on the spot.

"You can't tell her anything, it's a secret. Understand?" The large, fairly intimidating man growled at the boy, his eyes burning into him as he nodded slowly, knowing that he poked a very sore spot. Of course, he'd never spill the beans when she could hear him, he'd never forgive himself, but it was also his reminder for Ray to hurry the fuck up. Everyone was waiting for the big moment when they got to see him drop to one knee, but he kept saying the timing was wrong, but there was never the right time. Couldn't he just do it?

"Now, let's take a look at the next clip. "We'ur wokay! Dhere's nwo nweed to wowwy, we'ur fwine."" Trent introduced a clip of Henry's speech and the doctor took a big interest in how the boy sounded terrible and how Miss Danger was twitching from her "agonising seizure". Okay, yeah, it did sound really bad on TV, maybe a live-streaming straight after a bee sting wasn't the best idea.

"Well, now it seems that his hyper-motility is affecting his tonguial motions, which is why he sounds like ahbobobubabobobab. And Miss Danger appears to be suffering from super-degeneration of the stomach, that's why she's so clearly in pain." Doctor Skurvay described, giving some semi-competent analysis for the video. It wasn't perfect, but then again, he didn't have the facts and was just making some hypotheses based on what he could see.

"Right and obviously, the only reason Kid danger is denying his and Miss Danger's illness is to be brave in their battles against certain doom. Sadly, I think their next livestream might be a dead-stream." Trent theorised, making Henry groan. He hadn't done a bit to help anything, in fact, they'd made it ten times worse. Now, people thought they were actually on the verge of death and that made Ray chuckle as (y/n) tried to lipread the news anchors. Something about their rattle against a celery baboon?

"But here's some heartwarming news. Local tween, Piper Hart, president of Captain Man's fan club, is planning the biggest rock box dump of all. She's heading to Swellview Park, where fifteen-hundred and twenty-four rocks will be dropped on her head." Oh, fuck. What the hell was Piper doing? Why were teenagers so dumb these days? That many rocks on anyone's head would kill them and Piper would be crushed under the torrent, dead or at the very least, severely brain-damaged. Oh god, Henry had to do something and he had to do something quickly.

"That's really sweet of your sister," Ray mentioned, obviously thinking it was a bad idea, but still, the thought was there. It was the only thought in the desolate wasteland of her brain, but still, it was nice that she was trying to help out.

"Sweet?!" "Dude! Wee gwotta gwet two Swewllvoo Parghk ang gwo swave hwer!" Charlotte and Henry argued, making (y/n) wonder why they both suddenly looked so angry. She'd been zoning out for the past few minutes, living in her own head since everything was so quiet and she wondered if it was safe to remove the earplugs yet.

"Why?" Ray asked, thinking that Piper wasn't actually gonna do it. It was so dumb, that and often he forgot that people weren't him or Miss Danger. Normal, squishy people could get injured, especially petite little girls and sometimes he didn't keep that in mind.

"Because she's about to drop fifteen-hundred rocks on her head!" Charlotte yelled, trying to get it into his thick skull. Geez, how did (y/n) do this? She must've had the patience of a saint, 'cause he was difficult and Charlotte was tempted to bring her back to reality if it meant she didn't have to do the explaining anymore.

"Let'sch gwo!" Henry told Ray, marching off towards the tube pads with determination in every step, but he was forgetting a very important member of the team, one who had a cool superpower, whose gut-feeling was never wrong and the only person who could keep Ray's childishness under control - (y/n).

"Hold on a minute." Ray groaned, not wanting to leave the sanctuary of his home, therefore, he'd take home with him. And no, he wasn't packing up the Man Cave and dragging it along in a suitcase or something, he was gently cupping (y/n)'s cheeks, drawing a soft, rogue gasp from her lips at his sudden touch. She hadn't expected it, being lost in her head and didn't know what her voice was doing until his fingers brushed against her ears and carefully removed the plugs, causing her to wince as sound burst back into her life. "Come on, sweet girl. We need to go."

"Fuck, that's loud. Wha—where are we going?" She stuttered, getting used to hearing things again. She had never realised how noisy the machines around the room were or how easy it was to hear someone breathing if you paid close enough attention. Anyway, they had a mission and she had no clue what was going on.

"Piper is about to dump one and a half thousand rocks on her head because she thinks you and Henry are dying. You need to go stop her before it's too late!" Charlotte exclaimed, bringing her up to speed very quickly and the young woman's eyes bulged out of her head when she heard the news. Sweet, little Piper Hart was about to do what now?

"Sweet cheese, we gotta go! Come on, handsome, Piper needs us!" (y/n) gasped and grabbed Ray's hand before he knew what was happening. His sweet girl was back in the game and yanked him swiftly across the room, heading for the tubes, which gave him just enough time to grab a meatloaf before they left. He'd digested all the stuff from earlier, he just wanted a small snack for the road, something Henry and (y/n) weren't happy about as they prepared to shoot off.

"Hey! That's ours!" The woman complained, spotting the cling-film-wrapped hunk in his hands as she put her arms around her neck and squeezed against him so they could share a tube, an always delightful experience for both of them.

"Wha? Dwude, woo cwan't bwing ower mweatwoaf." Henry complained too, only making (y/n) giggle against Ray's chest this time, a markdown from the side-splitting laughter she'd experienced earlier. Okay, it wasn't as funny now, that was good, still amusing, but getting better. 

"Uh, yes, I can bring a mweatwoaf. It's my girlfriend's too." The man argued, rolling his eyes as Henry whacked his belt buckle and (y/n) did the honours for Ray since he already had his arms around her, plus the loaf in one of his hands. He never minded her hands down there, he'd be a fool to complain. 

"Wup dhe chwoob!" Ah, slight problem. Henry's speech was so bad, the fancy tube microphone didn't register it as a command, it just made (y/n) giggle a bit more. Ray looked at Henry in annoyance and then down at the girl in his arms with pure adoration, wondering how lucky he was to have someone so darn cute as his hopeful, future wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that." An automated voice stated, making Henry shout badly with no success again. In fact, it thought he was saying something completely different, which was extremely irritating. "Searching for cup of soup."

"Up the tube," Ray said it for him, his voice smooth and clear as the computer finally got the message and activated the tube suckage. They blasted off, going higher and higher until Ray couldn't hold onto both his girl and the meatloaf at the same time, so h had to choose between who/what to save and the answer was obvious.

"Ah, my meatloaf!" He cried as the dense loaf dropped onto the tube area below. He couldn't let his girl fall and it would be there when they got back, he'd just be slightly peckish in the meantime.

"Ha!" Henry laughed as he heard the conundrum and was glad that Ray had been taught a lesson, leaving Charlotte to roll her eyes back in the hideout. Thank god they were gone, loneliness meant an easier life.

~Swellview Park~

Well, Piper was pretty much ready to go. She'd gotten all her rocks in one big box, she had a forklift to tip them onto her head and she'd even hired Jasper to operate the dangerous, complex machinery. What could go wrong there? 

A crowd had amassed in the area, holding signs of support and love, wanting to see this girl go through with her promise, such a brave act in memory of Kid Danger and Miss Danger, the ones who would soon no longer be with them. It was thanks to people like Piper that awareness for hyper-motility and super-degeneration was spreading and if she died, then she'd be as much of a hero. A stupid hero, but a hero nonetheless. 

The little girl stood at her podium, a mic in her hand and she beamed at the crowd. She had no idea how big this would get; yeah, she was a bit nervous, but she'd do anything for her favourite sidekicks and didn't know what Swellview or Captain Man was gonna without them, especially Miss Danger. They were in every gossip magazine, each detailing how loyal, passionate and committed to one another they were, which was true, they'd just never get the full story. How would he fight crime without her?

"Hello, everyone in Swellview and beyond, I wanna say that it doesn't matter th—" Piper began her introduction to the livestream after the lame countdown of her camera, shaking off the shock of starting so quickly like a true professional. Her voice was steady and her smile was bright, everything was going good...until Jasper started to mess about with the forklift.

"Okay, I got this. Backing up!" He shrugged, thinking he was about to go backwards and get into position for the rock dropping, but he hadn't got it. He pressed the wrong button, making the forklift shoot forward uncontrollably towards a group of civilians snacking at a group of picnic benches. Thankfully, they all managed to get away before he ploughed through them, leaving nothing but splinters in his wake. Giving him such heavy machinery to handle was a huge mistake on Piper's part. "Uh, it's okay! I have an uncle who repairs picnic tables!"

"Please just move the forklift into position!" Piper yelled at him, hating how everything he touched turned into a farce. They were doing this for two of the greatest superheroes of all time, therefore they needed a little decorum and terrorising picnicking families wasn't helping. Still, she shook off the embarrassment and smiled into the camera again, picking up from where she left off. "Cool. And now, get ready for the biggest rock box dump of all time. Fifteen-hundred and twenty-four dropped right on my head!"

"Okay, Jasper! Get ready to pull that dump lever!" She told the teen as the crowd cheered and he was ready to help out. 'he'd never do it himself, but Piper had determination and he just wanted to get on her good side. "If you say so!"

"Drum roll!" She ordered, making Oliver Pook play a pathetic beat on a shitty drum set that weirded out the audience more than thrilling them, but Piper had the enthusiasm to make up for it. It was time, the moment she'd waited for, the moment she'd entered the history books for the biggest well-meaning idiot of all time.

"Okay, everybody! Five, four, three, two—" Piper braced herself for the pain she'd seen on everyone's faces and adjusted her flimsy hat over her honey-coloured hair so she'd have some protection. Yeah, like that was gonna save her, or maybe, someone else would step in at the right time and...

"Stop the dump!" Henry and (y/n) yelled in unison as they ran onto the scene, Ray jogging behind them since it wasn't him who the crowd needed to see. Henry used his laser to zap Jasper's hand away from the controls, saving his sister's life at the last minute as the woman guided her away from the drop zone.

"Kid Danger! Miss Danger!" Piper exclaimed as she saw the heroes walking, breathing and perfectly all right. They seemed fine as Captain Man caught up with them and she was flabbergasted as to what was going on. Shouldn't they be dead by now? Or as one kid put it, in the hospital?

"NO!" Henry told the boy who spoke up, making him frown as (y/n) noticed all the phones in the area, pointed straight at the,. There was no time to be nervous, if they were live then that meant that people could finally learn the truth.

"Hey, little girl, are all these kids live-streaming?" She asked Piper, gesturing to all the PearPhones and the girl took a moment to respond. Miss Danger was talking to her, she was okay! Only hours ago she was writhing in pain, what had happened? "Yeah."

"Good. How's your tongue?" Ray asked the boy next to him, who wiggled the muscle around and decided that it was fine now. No swelling, no bump, the gel had worked a treat and he could speak perfectly normal now, which was good news for everyone. "Better."

"You and Miss Danger, go talk to 'em." He told him, his hand hovering on his girlfriend's back as she reached over to grab the mic from Piper. She wasn't going to be shouting again, so this would work just fine because everyone in Swellview, or maybe even the whole world needed to hear about how they were okay and their superpowers were chill.

"Okay, let's do this. Right, so, hi, everyone. Please, listen to me...we are not sick! Okay? We are perfectly healthy." (y/n) told the people calmly, who didn't react with the same levelheadedness. They erupted into gasps and disbelief, with one boy even going as far as to label her a liar, something that made Ray growl. This little punk thought what? No one, not even a little kid insults his girlfriend, did he want to die? 'Cause he was gonna hurt him, well, he would if (y/n) hadn't put a hand in front of him, telling him that she and Henry could handle this.

"What? No, she's not lying. She's telling the truth." Henry backed her up, raising her hand to his face so he could use the mic, not that anyone was gonna believe them that easily. They thought they were just saying it to be brave in the face of death, something that was admirable, but stupid if they thought they were gonna fall for it. 

"Kid Danger, Miss Danger, you don't have to pretend for us." "We know you're doomed." Piper and the evil child from before countered, wearing ray's patience thin. Seriously, did he have to use his Captain Man status to make them believe his sidekicks? He really thought Swellviewians were more intelligent than this.

"No, they are not!...doomed." Ray rolled his eyes, knowing that the entire city would know if his sweet girl was dying. He'd fight a thousand men and walk across the Earth barefoot if it meant he could save her and his unflappable face spoke volumes. Neither one of them were dying, there wasn't a shitstorm to prove it.

"But Captain Man said that you have hyper-motility and super-degeneration," Piper stated, remembering the hero's exact words from his terrible interview with Evelyn Hall, a moment Ray would prefer to forget since it made him so uncomfortable and made his girl feel sad. Stupid Evelyn, stupid news crew...

"Yeah, hyper-motility isn't a disease. Okay? It's a superpower." Henry replied, sending everyone in shock and confusion as he passed the microphone to (y/n) so she could explain her situation too. Her power was the opposite of a disease, she couldn't even get sick, how ironic.

"And it's super-REgeneration, not degeneration. It's also a superpower, so for the last time, we are not dying." She stressed, wanting to make it absolutely clear that she didn't destroy her own body, she replenished it, healing over wounds and afflictions with such lightning speed that it made her nearly as powerful as Captain Man, minus the bulk.

"Kid, sweet girl, why don't you go show 'em?" Ray suggested. He knew that a demonstration was the only real way to drive this home, seal the deal once and for all so no one would get confused ever again. 

"All right, guys, check this out," Henry said, nudging the woman and passing the mic to Ray as they made their way into the centre of the crowd, some plans forming in their heads on how they were gonna do this. Henry was easy, he could just swipe something, but (y/n)'s would be a little more dangerous...

Henry sauntered up to a nervous-looking gentleman next to Jasper's forklift and in the blink of an eye, snatched his terribly-fitting toupee from his head, shocking everyone at how his arm was a blur and he wasn't finished there. In another flash, the toupee was back on the man's head, if slightly mussed from the speed.

"Okay, see? That's hyper-motility. It makes me have super fast reflexes. Now, Captain Man will demonstrate Miss Danger's super-regeneration." Henry explained, gesturing to Ray as (y/n) nudged a blaster into his hand and took a few steps back, making him look at her with petrified eyes. She didn't want him to...did she?

"Okay, everyone. Captain Man is gonna blast me in the chest." She told them calmly, waiting for her boyfriend to do his part, but even just pointing the thing at her was impossible, he couldn't even contemplate hurting hurt, even if it would be a scratch, nothing more. He protected her, he didn't want to lay a finger on her ever, even if she wanted him to, it was against every promise he'd ever made for her.

"I—I can't shoot you, sweet girl. I don't wanna hurt you." He whispered, feeling his fingers tremble as they touched the trigger, but her eyes were gentle even as she toyed with death and her gaze told him, it was okay. She knew that he'd rather hurt himself than her, preferring to shelter her from the worst things in life, but it was okay. She could do this. 

"You won't. Come on, do it." She ordered, placing her hands on her hips and standing proudly as Ray screwed his eyes tightly shut and fired a bolt of scorching plasma at her, the crowd screaming Bloody Mary when it hit her in the heart. She stumbled forwards, her hand flying to her clavicle as someone shouted for an ambulance and Ray and Henry waited with bated breath for her skin to stitch itself together again. It was a painful few seconds, (y/n) waiting patiently until she felt nothing, just her smooth, unmarried skin once again as the gaping wound faced away and the blood evaporated as if it was never there. Wicked.

"In the words of Captain Man, I'm okay!" She smiled at everyone, giving them a twirl to show them that she was back to her old self, not even a scar on her chest as they gasped and applauded, cooing when Ray walked over to give her a gentle kiss. He was scared for a moment there, knowing that if something had gone wrong with him pulling the trigger, his entire world would've collapsed at that very moment.

"Do you see now? Super-regeneration means I heal really, really quickly. I can survive any injury and I don't get sick, so it's basically the opposite of a disease." She told the crowd, taking the mic from Henry as Ray tucked the blaster into his belt and kept an arm around her waist, so proud that he had such an amazing woman as both his sidekick and his lover. Not to mention, Henry; that kid had skills.

"But then, how come you were clutching your stomach in agony and Kid Danger was talking so weird?" Piper asked, wondering how that fitted into everything. The livestream revealed everything and everyone believed it, but maybe there was a reasonable explanation after all. "And what about your limping?"

"That was just—uh, I fell on a grape and I twisted my ankle," Henry replied, stretching his healed foot to show them that he was fine now. A little stiff, but he'd make a full recovery, after all, the Man Cave had a great resident nurse.

"And before that, he got tongue-stung by a bee and Miss Danger was laughing at him. Really hard." Ray finished, smirking down at his girlfriend as she got a bit bashful. Maybe she'd found it a little too funny, but things had worked out just fine.

"Yeah, that tracks." Piper nodded, her and the crowd realising that they'd all made a huge mistake in listening to gossip without checking the facts. Geez, now Piper was feeling dumb about the whole rock thing and was super grateful that they'd stopped her before she'd...y'know, rocked herself to death.

"And by the way, it is very dangerous to drop rocks on your head, so no kid should ever do that, ever," Ray told all the gullible kids in the crowd, knowing that a lot had them had already done just that or were gonna after they'd watch Piper. If Captain Man said no, then they were gonna listen; he was smart, well, he was most of the time and when his girlfriend was around.

"Even if you see some idiot doing it on the TV or the internet, understand?" (y/n) added, getting the message across that just because someone is famous, it doesn't mean they're intelligent. Kim K is one, great example of that.

"Now, you, boy. Move this forklift outta here. These things are dangerous." Okay, with all the safety stuff over, Ray gestured for Jasper to go take the rocks somewhere they couldn't hurt anyone and since he was his boss in every sense of the word, Jasper immediately started fiddling with the controls, which he still hadn't mastered.

"You got it, Captain Man. Oh..." He tried to do his best, but everything was so complex, he hit the wrong button and was powerless to stop the forklift raising the tons of rocks and dumping them over Ray's head, just as (y/n) had momentarily left his side to pass the mic back to Henry. The man cried out in agony as the rocks rained down on him, a small part of him grateful that his girl was nowhere near him when this happened, 'cause it was horrendous. His body was pinned against the concrete as it was pummelled with stone with enough force to kill a man, but thank god, he wasn't just a man, he was Captain Man.

(y/n) stood there in horror, frozen as she lost sight of her boyfriend's iconic costume and Jasper as he immediately jumped out of the machine and legged it to a safe distance where Ray couldn't kill him. That is if he was all right. Was he breathing? The crowd gathered around, ready to get some pics for the socials, but Henry just had to hold onto (y/n)' shoulder as she prayed that he was okay. Just a sign, just a little sign since he wasn't letting her run forward.

"Oh my god, Captain Man! Are you—" She whimpered, stumbling closer with Henry's arms still keeping her from doing anything rash, but it was all fine. Slowly, a trembling arm poked through the rocks and Ray made the okay sign with his fingers and thumb to tell them that of course, he was okay. He was the Captain Man, nothing could destroy him, well, losing his girlfriend could, but come on, like that would ever happen.

~A couple of hours later, in the Man Cave~

What a damn, eventful day. After digging Ray out from his burial of rocks (with the help of Piper and her Twitflash-addicted friends), (y/n) had convinced him not to kill Jasper, whispering something in his ear that Henry decided was not worth knowing as they drove home. Where were Schwoz's earplugs when he needed them?

Anyway, they'd made it back to the Man Cave and as a treat for being so brave and taking fifteen hundred rocks to the face like a man, Charlotte and (y/n) had melted some chocolate in an old fondue set, bought some grapes from the local grocery store and had gathered the team together for a snack session. The raspberry Kool-Aid was flowing, the chocolate was great and it was the perfect way to spend the evening. Plus, it gave (y/n) a great excuse to snuggle into Ray's side as they fondued (not like that), his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, the perfect position for him to press kisses into her hair.

"All right, now, come on. We just need, like, a cool, easy-to-remember name that really says super fast reflexes." Ray prompted the group as they shoved the gooey grapes into their mouths. This was the latest topic, deciding what to call Henry's reflexes since their current name was a bit mouthy, even if it did the job just fine.

"How about we just call it, SFR?" Jasper suggested, thinking that an acronym would save them time, but it wasn't good enough for Ray. It had to sound cool and three letters didn't sound cool.

"How about you just stop talking?" The man replied, turning his nose up at the idea and the other two teens were in agreement. It did sound shit, despite (y/n) sticking up for the boy against her doofus.

"Oh, watch it, you." She warned, jabbing her finger into his chest as she stirred another grape through the chocolate, causing Ray to kiss her head again as a way of an apology. He didn't want to upset her, this was way too cosy to pass up or ruin.

"What about...lightning fightning?" Henry suggested, waving his hands around mystically as if his suggestion was magical. Newsflash, it wasn't, it stank and his friends were quick to tell him.

"That is awful and if you call it that, I'm never fighting crime with you again." (y/n) wrinkled her nose as Charlotte threw a napkin at him. Well, Ray couldn't have his sweet girl not fighting by his side, she looked way too hot in her costume for her to lock it up and leave the hero life behind. Luckily for him though, Charlotte had a much more sensible idea.

"Hey, I know what we could call your super fast reflexes." She stated, piquing the boys' interest as they dipped more grapes. Okay, she was smart, maybe it was a pun, or even better, maybe it was something epic and dramatic... "Yeah?" "Hit me."

"Super fast reflexes." She told them simply, knowing that it's what they'd been using since Henry had received the powers last year and it had been great up until now. Why not just stick with what they knew and avoid complicating things?

"It works." "Love it." "Done." Jasper, Ray and Henry agreed, making the girls smile as they finally agreed on a name, chinking their glasses together so they could make it official. God, it felt good to get shit done and super fast reflexes would be the forever name of Henry's superpower, something that was now irrefutable.

"Glad we've cleared that up. Now, I'm off to the bathroom, so don't miss me too much." (y/n) chuckled, swallowing a swig of her raspberry drink just to be polite since she really needed to pee. She'd sat through the debate to make sure nothing bad would happen and now she could go, much to Ray's disappointment. The woman untangled herself from his embrace and lifted herself over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to Ray's cheek as she skipped over to the secret door and the small bathroom hidden down the corridor. 

"Hurry back, sweet girl!" He grinned, not noticing the kids' smirks as he watched her leave, not missing one sway of her hips until she was completely out of sight and it was then that he noticed the stares. What was up with them?

"What? Do I have chocolate on my face?" He mumbled, reaching to wipe away the offending smear, but his skin was clean and they just shook their smirking heads. Okay, what was happening? Why did this feel like an ambush all of a sudden?

"No, we're just curious..." Henry started, fighting back the urge to straight out smile at how they were worming their way onto their favourite topic since (y/n) was out of the room. They hadn't just sat down and talked about it openly yet, not altogether at least and it was time for him to spill.

"About what?" Ray asked calmly, knowing what they getting at, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction just yet. He merely ate another grape and sat back to each one of them like he was the one in control even though his heart rate was skyrocketing. She was just in the bathroom, what if she overheard? 

"Oh, you know...you proposing to (y/n)." Jasper sighed, trailing his finger around the table like he was being casual and hearing it out loud made Ray snap his dipping skewer in half. Fuck, just the thought of doing it thrilled and terrified him; he wanted to, honest to god, he did, he knew he was ready. Scared shitless, but ready, but nothing else seemed to agree. He'd thought about just getting down on one knee at random moments, but nothing had felt special or right. Everything had to be perfect for her, including where, when and how he went about it, and so far, nothing had screamed "Now! Now! Now!" To him.

"And how you haven't yet," Charlotte added on the end, meeting his eyes by dipping her head and deliberately seeking them out. She wouldn't normally pressure him, being the most sensible and knowledgeable about girls in the teen lineup, but even she was getting bored and curious about the hold-up. He wasn't having second thoughts, was he?

"Rub it in, why don't you?" He mumbled, messing with the broken skewer as Henry leaned in, taking the leading role since he was arguably Ray's best friend since (y/n) was now his girlfriend and he knew that he'd be the one to get through and come out of it alive.

"Well, why haven't you asked her yet? You're are gonna do it...aren't you?" The kid asked nervously, not wanting to poke the grumpy bear too much, but they were on a time limit here and needed answers fast. Plus, he could handle pouty Ray, he'd just make up some excuse and fetch (y/n). Simple.

"Of course, I am! I love her, don't I? I just...haven't found the right moment." He confessed, sighing as he thought about how much harder this whole charade had turned out to be. For once, he was sure about what he was doing, knew where his feelings were and wasn't afraid to admit them; it was the world working against him this time, not himself.

"What do you mean? Just get down on one knee and say "(y/n), will you marry me?" Charlotte advised, thinking that it always seemed so easier in the movies and Jasper agreed. Just say it, get it out there, wait for her to say yes, 'cause she was obviously gonna say yes, and then go off, get married, have loads of kids and live happily ever after. Why couldn't he do that?

"It's not that simple. I've tried, I'm taking the ring everywhere we go, but, it's always too busy, or we're on the brink of death, or she's distracted or I'm distracted. I just need the right moment and then I'll do it." Ray groaned, rubbing his eyes as the kids finally understood. Yeah, a crap proposal would be bad luck and if any couple deserved happiness, it was these two. If soulmates existed, they would've found each other at the end of the little red string wrapped around their pinkies.

"Look, man. You've found the right girl, so...you're gonna find that right moment. You—we've just got to be patient, right, guys?" Henry put a hand on his shoulder and looked at his two friends, who nodded vigorously. Beneath the sentiment, he was right, (y/n) was perfect for Ray and everything always worked out in the end for them.

"Yeah." "Totally. It'll happen." Jasper and Charlotte reassured him, smiling and almost choking on their grapes as (y/n) happily came back into the room all of a sudden, wafting her damp hands. She didn't notice their slight panic and merely smiled brightly as she approached her friends and shimmied back over the couch, fitting into Ray's side again as if she'd never left.

"So, what's been happening?" She asked, allowing them all to jump back into a conversation about random things, from helicopters to kangaroos, with all eyes on her for some reason. She couldn't put her finger on it, but they were all looking at her like she'd brought world peace and ended world hunger, like she was...perfect as she snuggled back into her boyfriend and relished the kiss he pressed to her forehead.

Ray could wait, it would be frustrating but he could do it. He'd waited for her for so long and just knowing that his time with his perfect girl would come, was good enough for him.

[yourturntofnaf]

my thoughts on the talebert files that nobody asked for

ok so... I'm terrified of the effect this will have on the fnaf community. obviously, nothing from this should be used as evidence pieces in theories. we have the official freddy files (along with media such as the encyclopedia) and even the officially released ones have inaccuracies that make them debatable for theorizing. so obviously, nothing from a completely scrapped book should be used for theorizing. and, this is all if it is not just a hoax. at the time of writing this, there's no public comment from Scott, just the alleged emails put in the doc. so keep in mind that this may all be a hoax on top of what I previously mentioned.

for the purpose of this, I'm just dissecting my thoughts on it and what I think it could have meant. I think it's fun to read through and see what the intended canon was at one point and if any of it lines up with the current product or theories. please, do not take any of this as me trying to confirm or debunk a theory.

with that out of the way, ramble under the cut....

the most memorable thing from this has got to be the william speech.

this william characterization is the epitome of "where is your rage?!"

this version of events comes in contact with a few common fan theories and debates: death order, will/puppet stuff, and willcare

in the order of events that this was written off of, the bite victim would be the first victim (note for this section: the cassidy tucker discussed in this seems to be a version of charlie). because "cassidy", aka the charlie we have in our canon, follows the order of events of william losing a child before henry. while this does lead to william targeting henry's child, it doesn't follow the commonly speculated reasoning of revenge.

"...perhaps that tucker girl. she shines too much of a bright smile, she is a container for love that will soon burst. I will repurpose her."

my interpretation of this is an application of this williams understanding of humanity. he sees the existence of a happy, bright being as otherwise useless if not applied by someone with more adept girls. he needs something to give the gift of life. from here, I could see two different visions for this:

he needs something that is a spirit to complete this goal OR he is looking for something with a good heart to pass on this gift. I feel it is far more plausible he simply needs something that has already passed on, and sees this cassidy/charlie girl as being someone complacent who he thinks would do what he needs from her.

interestingly, this creates a new perspective on the topic of who stuffed the children. if the goal of this speech was followed through, it sounds like the puppet would be the one that literally places the children in the suits, but under some sort of direction from william. the specific usage of "giving the gift of life" obviously calls back to the infamous give gifts, give life minigame.

for the idea of willcare (the general opinion that william cared about his family and specifically the death of the crying child), this william wouldn't align with that theory. the crying child's death doesn't seem the affect his emotional effect, and it doesn't spark the rage that's always been there. instead, it leaves him feeling ridiculed. this speaks to this William's egoism and selfishness. he seemed to feel no love for his child, the thing his death brings him is embarrassment and more questioning over life. when looking at what he's left behind, it's from the perspective of how that plays into life, death, and the rules of science. he doesn't seem to see it as the life of a person, but just life for what it is.

if this characterization was canon, I feel it puts an interesting spin on the idea of putting the crying child back together. under this version, it seems like william is far more invested in solving the puzzle of what morality means over any human connection.

as mentioned in the note about cassidy and charlie, the version of henry in this book is a man named emmet tucker, making the tuckers of this book a prototype of the emilys. emmet is a bit different than our henry and seems to be more forceful. the best descriptor of his character is this letter:

this relationship between henry and william is different than the fnaf media we have. in most canon examples, henry and william seem to be business partners, where this reads as emmet/henry being a fazbear employee under william who is being greatly taken advantage of for his talents from the beginning. I would take this as something changed in the game canon, this doesn't sound like an "old friend" as described in the fnaf 6 ending.

this also stuck out to me, a list of suspects for the MCI:

it gives us ages of (almost) all of the listed men as of 1985. we get a few drops of this book's lore here in terms of these major characters. william was apparently diagnosed with schizophrenia because of his sighting of the shadow animatronics. we know these are real, meaning this is a misdiagnosis. this book's phone guy, steve (interesting how his first name made it to the movie), allegedly has a gambling addiction that makes the author question his involvement over the idea he... wanted the insurance payoff from killing these kids so he could gamble it? this book has it OUT for phone guy, let me tell you. the description for mikes suspicion is hidden and he's been cleared as innocent for an unknown reason. he was convicted of manslaughter following the bite, and is confirmed to be the fnaf 1 protag. tucker is listed as the creator of the mediocre melodies who was angry when his line of animatronics wouldn't be used.

throughout this book, steve is an interesting figure. the writer, talebert, seems convinced he is the one responsible for the MCI. perhaps this plays off of the OG theory of phone guy being william?

in what's released, to my understanding as someone who hasn't read the frights books yet, dr talebert is a character throughout the stichwraith plotline. to my understanding, the characterization is very different. notably, talebert is being paid by fazbear entertainment. talebert at multiple points seems to be retroactively changing things as he goes, big or small. he says emmett has anger issues as evidenced by an outburst at afton over the decomition of the MM. in reality, going off the previously posted letter, it moreso seems like his anger resulted from being bossed around by william and not receiving financial compensation. a miscellaneous citation on page 10 of the document shows talebert changing the location of cassidys death from fredbears to freddys, changing the point in time she would have died. there are a lot of interesting quirks to talebert that I can't get into all of them, but I wouldn't consider him a reliable narrator.

there's a lot in these files that I'll probably keep talking about at some point. please, please look at them for yourself. keep in mind this is all scrapped at best, and fabricated at worst. lots of love!

link to read for yourself:

[lostonehero]

An emotional reaction shouldn't be the equilivant of a nuclear reaction but here we are

Also still no confession

Micheal entered the kitchen, and the smell of breakfast woke him up. Henry, no, not Henry his father was sitting at the head of the table. Food was piled in front of him, and it looked like Henry went over board. Micheal cleared his throat, grabbing his attention. "Good morning?"

William looked up from the plate of food. "Your uncle wants me to eat." He still had his hands in his lap. "I uh told him this was too much, and leftovers would be fine." He pauses. "He says good morning."

Micheal pulls a plate out of the cabinet and takes a few stripes of bacon and two pancakes off his father's plate. "There now it's broken into." He lets a smile loose as Henry's face mimicked his father's annoyed expression.

"Micheal, it's rude to take food without being offered." His tones sounded so off with Henry's accent.

Micheal smiles again, sitting down next to him. "I wouldn't have to if you weren't the same man I grew up with."

William sighs. "Ungrateful boy." He cuts into his food. He takes a bite, and soon, the plate is empty.

Micheal doesn't make a comment that he's crying. He takes the plate from him. "Where's Uncle Henry?"

"Here." He wipes his eyes, and the purple eye stops glowing. "Thank you, Micheal."

"Don't, Father has always been weird about food. He doesn't eat unless someone starts first." Micheal looks back to his uncle. "Did I embarrass him?"

"He went directly into his office when he put me back in control. He didn't hear you." Henry smiles softly. "Never noticed that behavior of his."

"That's because you treat food differently." Micheal shrugs. "There isn't a fear of moving when you aren't supposed to. You can just take and start eating." He starts on a pot of coffee. "Things were different with mom."

....

"Has Father come back out?" Micheal was staring at the mirror in the museum. It wasn't late enough that the kids were out, but it would be in an hour. He looked over to his uncle, who had just replaced the glass back around Ballora exhibit.

"Not since breakfast." Henry frowns. "Do you think I pushed him too hard?"

Micheal shakes his head. "I dont think he's used to someone being gental. I know I'm not." He frowns. "I love Jeremy, but I still have bad days. I can't just fix myself to..." He covers his face. "Exercising helps. Just beat off the excess energy until I'm too tired to think. I still haven't told him everything. Does that make me bad?"

Henry moves to the bench and pats the spot next to him. He sighs as Micheal sits next to him. "Recovering isn't a straight line."

Micheal looked over to Henry, who grabbed his hand.

"What I'm saying is that you don't have to tell each other, but if it has to come out." He pauses. "Make sure you're the one to speak it."

Micheal pauses, giving Henry a half hug. "Why does Evan forgive me?"

Henry ruffles his nephew's hair. "I don't think Evan was ever truly mad at you." He can feel a wet spot grow as Micheal sniffs, burying his face in his uncle's shoulder. "When I first found him, well, he was one of the first I found. He asked if I knew where you were."

In this moment, Henry sees the scared little teen shaking as he holds onto him. "Evan asked me every day as I kept getting more and more of the kids together. He was happy when I got Lizzie...." Henry stops. "I think Lizzie told him something after they saw each other again. He wouldn't leave fredbear."

"Lizzie is like mom." Micheal chokes out. "She doesn't understand how..." He stops as Henry runs his fingers through his hair.

"Evan kept looking for you, and when your father was here the first time, that was the first thing he asked the man. Of course, we thought you were dead. I saw the aftermath of Circus Baby's myself." Henry sighs, brushing Micheal's hair back.

"Evan really wanted to see you. He wasn't mad or upset. He just missed you." Henry smiles softly. "The mini Balloras, we never accounted for all of them, so Evan thought you would be in one we could never find. You're not obviously, but every day, he would ask if I found Mikey yet."

....

Neither were paying attention to how long the story was taking. Micheal finally sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Im such an awful brother."

"A terrible son on top of that. Tell me, do you still have that bloody shirt, or did you burn it with that fox mask." Ballora shifts from her posture and places both hands on the glass. "Such a coward -" She starts screaming as electricity shoots from within her animotronic body.

Henry hums, Micheal could have sworn he saw a sadistic glee in the older man's eyes. "You remember the controlled shocks? Yeah, it's such a simple installation." Henry hands Micheal the remote. "Here it will only work in the museum, however."

Clara slams against the glass hard enough to crack the paint on her hand but does nothing to the glass. "You have no right, you pathetic country boy."

Micheal watched his uncle's body stiffen, and he stood up he could see a reflection of a purple glow as he approached the glass. "Clara." Henry's thick accent has been layered over with a familiar British one. A purple light cracked around the eye like spiderweb cracks.

Henry holds his eyes as he steps back. He feels as if he was set alight. A white hot rage bloomed and hooked itself in his chest. William was furious, and he felt those flames lick the inside of his spirit, feeding his own beast. "Micheal." His voice cracked rough and dry. "Micheal, I..." his legs gave out, and Micheal rushed to grab him before he hit the ground.

....

"Daddy, wake up."

A voice Henry could hear from above him. He grimaced and opened his eyes. He felt like he went ten rounds with a bull. He forced his eyes to open familiar blue eyes stared above him.

"Uncle Henry?" Micheal asked cautiously.

"Daddy?"

"Mmh Charlie darling, I'm ok." His muscles felt like they were shocked with a cattle prod. "I think I want to stay on the floor."

Micheal, let's out a shaky laugh. "Uncle Henry?"

"Your father is a liar. Call me a damn live wire." He smiles. "Micheal, I don't think I can get up. It feels like.." He pauses William is floating above him his hair is up like he was shocked in a cartoon.

Henry chuckles. "You're a damn liar."

William blinks, staring down at Henry. "I may have lost my temper."

"May, have?" Henry's limbs felt like lead he couldn't even raise his arms up, let alone give his friend a certain finger.

Micheal has a look of concern etched on his face. "Uncle Henry?"

"Micheal." Henry sighs.

Micheal grimaced. He knew his uncle wasn't a skinny, but he also knew for a fact he has carried men twice his size without breaking a sweat. His uncle was solid muscle, which didn't help the fact that he was thrown over his shoulders.

"Micheal? Micheal put me down." Henry couldn't really move his body felt fried, but he didn't want to hurt his nephew.

Micheal had him in a fireman's carry. "Uncle Henry, I'm not going to leave you on the floor. I don't think Charlie would like that."

"Mikeys, right." She climbs higher to look down. "Where did you learn that?"

"Was a firefighter for a few years...." He helps Henry to the bench. "I mean, technically, I still am just not in this state."

William looks over his son, then back to Henry, who was laid out on the bench. "This is my fault."

Micheal cracked his back and sighed. "You look like you stuck a fork in an electrical socket."

"Wait, you were a firefighter?" Henry's eyes widen. "What kind of jobs did you have?"

"I mean, I did a little bit of everything. I have a lot of time on my hands." Micheal sighs and crouches down. "Are you ok?"

Henry smiles. "Just sore, but a day's rest will fix it."

Micheal sighs and looks to the mirror his father is in. "Thanks." He frowns, feeling familiar static around his ears. "Uncle Henry is fine, and so is Father.... yeah, I'm ok."

Henry smiles. "I think if you're able... I think I should go home."

"Mikey, take daddy home." Charlie jumps down. "We'll keep the place safe."

Micheal nods. "Yeah, where are your keys?"

Henry sighs. "Front right pocket, thank you, Micheal."

....

Henry doesn't recall falling asleep, but he knows he's in his mind. It's not a mess, thankfully, but he still isn't normal. He stares at his black claws and sighs. He needed to find William. He traced his steps through the quiet halls till he found the old door. It looked less put in place like it was growing hold in his mind. They were separate, but it didn't look like it was forced inside anymore. The idea alone made something flutter inside him that he wasn't quite ready to face.

The code was second nature as he punched in the numbers and opened the door. William's office felt relaxed more honey than it had before. His office part was shoved to a corner to make room for a bigger bedroom and kitchen area, and the couch sat neatly in front of the king bed.

"Sorry to impose..." Henry spotted William curled around his blankets in his bed. He swore he could have mistaken the man to be asleep until he saw him open his eyes.

"Well, join me." William sounded tired but relaxed.

Henry moved over, grabbing a chair to sit next to the bed. "Are you alright?"

William stretches. "Emotions are uh..." He sighs. "I don't recall ever being that angry before, but she was there, and Micheal, and you." He grips his blanket. "I knew I spent too long inside, I got overwhelmed this morning, and I just..."

"Emotions are the source of your power." Henry hums it wasn't a question more like a blanket statement. "Strong emotions equal your power use in a sense."

William nods, stopping himself from reaching out to his friend. "I got upset at Clara. I didn't hear most of it..."

"You heard enough." Henry stretches. "It was a shock to my system, but with this information, I can focus on it, and we can work on it." He doesn't say that this will help keep himself in check. He doesn't want to worry William with that.

William sits up. He's wearing a loose tank top. "Again?"

"William." Henry has a lecture tone in his voice. "I will not have my body breakdown every time you lose grip on your emotional state." He sighs. "What I mean to say is that you need to learn control, and I have to adapt to it. I don't know what I'm doing, and I would rather not scare my daughter or Micheal again."

William looks away, crossing his arms a light blush on his cheeks. "I don't know if I'm able to do it on command."

"I'm sure I can figure a way to rile you up." Henry pauses as William stares at him. "We've known each other long enough."

William sighs. "Fine, but we are talking to Micheal later. I'm worried about him. His mother is cruel, and even for a brief moment, I know it can get to him."

Henry smiles and nods. "But something tells me I'll be asleep for a bit, alarm be damned." He stretches. "Got room for one more. I think I would rather lay down." He pauses. "I should cover my claws and spider legs first."

William pulls away the blanket. "I think I can manage a few scratches. The bed is big enough for four men, let alone us two."

Henry chuckles and pulls himself next to William. "You always did like a soft bed."

"And you can sleep on rocks." William huffs.

"I can sleep when I'm tired." Henry huffs. "You are too used to luxury beds."

"Luxury? Henry, I like a soft bed. How is that luxury?" William lays back down and faces Henry.

"It's too soft." Henry rolls his eye.

....

It was 12 when Henry woke up. He can move, but his body felt like he was put through the ringer. He yawns as he sits up his whole body ached. He rubbed his eyes and then reached for his phone. "I don't think I've slept this late in years."

"Maybe you should." William reminded Henry of a cat stretched out and floating. His hair stuck up at odd angles. It didn't help his case either. He was wearing his purple tank top and soft looking shorts.

"I hope Micheal didn't strain anything carrying me back." Henry hums and nearly jumps at a new voice.

"I didn't." Micheal is standing in his doorway. "Honestly, not the heaviest thing I've carried, uh, no offense." His hair is put up in a loose braid, and he's wearing a loose t-shirt and cargo shorts. "I went back to the museum after bringing you home. The kids give their regards." He leans on the doorframe. "I cleaned up around here while you slept and turned off your alarms. Leftovers are in the oven, I can bring them up for you."

"That's very sweet of you, but I can get down just fine." Henry smiles, getting up his body cracking in protest.

Micheal shakes his head. "And that's where I draw the line. You need a rest day after last night. Father, I expect you to keep him in bed."

"Micheal, I am an adult, I don't need to be taken care of. I'll use my old cane if that will satisfy you." Henry is met with Micheal crossing his arms.

"I am not opposed to calling Aunt Jen to come take care of you." Micheal smirked as Henry returned to his bed.

"I suppose I can take the day to rest. I'll just answer emails and do some meetings in bed." Henry returns the blanket over him.

Micheal smiles. "I'll be back up with some food in a bit."

William chuckles. "He really is all grown up."

Henry sighs. "I guess he is."

"I wish I could have been there for when that happened." William sighs. "No use in dwelling on that."

Henry sighs, watching William's outfit shift to a hoodie and jeans. "Maybe you two can talk today. I won't be moving much."

William's eyes lingered on Henry before looking away. "If he wants to talk."

.....

Henry sighs, and he has long changed into comfortable clothes since he is on bedrest curdusty of Micheal. He hates being stuck, Micheal is doing laundry, so he isn't exactly watching him, but he does have his phone on him, so he could call his sister if he catches him up.

"Staring at the clock won't make time go by faster." William was floating lazily above Henry as he stretched. "I know you don't like doing nothing."

"If you didn't lose your temper, I wouldn't be in bedrest." Henry huffs, then he frowns. "Sorry, I shouldn't lash out at you."

William raises his brow and faces Henry floating above him. "It's alright to be mad at me. I did hurt you."

"Not on purpose." Henry pulls the blanket over his head. "Why did you flinch before?"

"Flinch? When did i.... oh, " William pauses, watching Henry poke his head from the blanket his glasses were all fogged up. "It wasn't your fault if you must know. I honestly didn't exactly mind that nest? Web? What do you consider that."

Henry removed his glasses and rubbed his face. "William, can we not talk about that?"

"You brought it up." William throws his hands up then crosses his arms. "Clara didn't exactly like it when I questioned things. She didn't like dumb questions. I normally don't ask questions. That just slipped out."

"Did you think..." Henry pauses, putting his glasses back on. "Did you think I would hurt you?"

William shrugs, crossing his arms. "I mean, I did deserve it." He stops and can see tears drip from Henry's eyes. "What? Why are you crying?"

"I wouldn't want to hurt you, not anymore." Herny rubs his eyes.

"Henry, I'm a child killer, and...." William stops and floats down till he can pretend to lay next to Henry. "Look, the stuff between me and Clara happened, and it's fine. I'm fine, I mean, I'm dead, but I'm fine."

Henry reached out for William, but his hand just went right through him.

"Henry, I'm in your head. You can't touch me when you're awake." William frowns. "Besides, why are you upset? Isn't that what you wanted? I did kill Charlie and those other kids. I'm the reason your little girl never grew up, right? So don't feel bad for me."

"Charlie's ok." Henry sniffs. "Charlie is happy now." He is still crying. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. Why do you think I want to hurt you?"

William shifts and floats standing by the bed. "Henry, I ruined your life. Why wouldn't you want to hurt me?" He nearly jumps hearing Henry get up. He doesn't understand why suddenly everything felt so on edge, why suddenly everything in his head felt tight. He flinched and floated backward.

Henry was sitting up legs over the side of the bed. "William?" He could feel dull shocks throughout his body as he felt William become more erratic. This was going to be a dumb decision. So much for self-control.

Henry blinked, and William was no longer in front of him.

....

William didn't scream, he know he didn't scream, but the laughter. That deep accented laughter maybe knew something he wouldn't admit. He was back in that webbed nest. It was softer, then he gave his friend credit for.

"Now it's not often I get permission to take what I want." That honey soaked accent, rough and deep, caught purple eyes. "Now rabbit, why am I being rewarded?"

William looked up in the dim light. Blood red suspenders stood out against the black fabric of his friend's shirt. The light tapping of spider legs against wood made him involuntary curl closer to himself. "Rewarded?" William nearly jumped as Henry leaped into the nest barely missing him. William swallows the tension. The sheer stress he felt before was gone.

"Rabbit?" Henry growls, leaning over William who just sat up.

William shut his eyes. It felt like his mind was swimming in molasses. "Punishment?" That wasn't the right answer as he felt Henry grab a fist full of his hair.

"Punish you?" Henry growls face close enough. William can feel the hot breath against his neck. "Rabbit, if I wanted that, I wouldn't have you in my nest."

William swallows eyes open, staring into the black shining pits of his friend's eyes. Henry was still pulling his hair, it felt... it felt nice. He didn't understand why it felt nice. It never felt good when Clara hurt him. He bites his lip when Henry releases him.

"Why so quiet?" Henry jumped back up to his stool hunched over, watching over William. He seems to be restraining himself, but William couldn't figure out why.

Henry narrowed his eyes, then then they doubled, and four black eyes stared down at William. His spider legs curled behind him as he leaned over his stool, staring down.

William swallows he tries to stand up, but the nest is too soft, and he falls back. He hugs his knees, looking up at Henry. "I..." He frowns. Did he want to leave? He knew this was deep in his friend's mind, and he didn't know why he was here to begin with. Why did he think Henry was going to hurt him? Henry isn't Clara.

Henry huffed. "Why so sad, Rabbit?"

William looked back up and covered his face. Did his friend's shirt get tighter? He can feel heat against his cheeks. "I'm not sad." He grits his teeth and lays on his back. He was wearing an oversized purple hoodie and sweatpants.

"Your outfit says otherwise, little rabbit." Henry hums summoning a metal nail file for his claws.

William rolled his eyes. "And how would you figure that?"

Henry laughed, and it made William shiver. "My little rabbit, aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" He lets a few sparks fly as he files his claws sharper. "Do you need me to spoon feed you?"

William huffed, sitting back up. "Don't..." He bites his lip. How strong were those claws? How did he come to look like this in his mind? William rubbed his head, Henry had thrown a small wrench at him. "What was that for?"

"Outfit." Henry had a mock innocent look on his face as he continued to sharpen his nails.

"Outfit?" William looked down, and he was wearing a button-up and black slacks. "What did you do?"

"I did nothing, little rabbit." Henry chuckles, leaping down and grabbing William by his shirt, pulling him up to face him.

William swallows again. He wasn't scared. When Clara got like this, she would.... he shook his head and was stopped when Henry put his thumb on his lip again.

"Come now, rabbit. What's with that scared look? Don't tell me you're scared of spiders." Henry removes his thumb, and William's shirt vanishes so he falls back to the nest.

William whines. "Enough of this." His face was red, and he was no longer in a shirt, just stripped down to his boxers. Something clicks, and he sits back up, furrowing his brows. His clothes shift to a purple t-shirt and black cargo shorts.

"Did the little rabbit figure it out?" Henry looms over him and starts to walk around him.

William tracks Henry as he paces around him. "I suppose I have." He shuts his eyes, and when he opens them, the light outside Henry's window was gone. It was night, and Henry was reading a book.

"I apologize, I uh didn't know what else to do." Henry shuts his book and sighs. "I didn't mean to drag you there again."

William smiles. "Is it a nest or a web?"

Henry covers his face. "William, I am not going to answer that."

Before William could ask another question, a knock on the door pulled both men's attention.

Jeremy was at the door smile on his face mirror in one hand. "Hey, Micheal left for the night shift, as you know, so I'm here."

"Hi Jeremy, I told Micheal I'm fine." Henry smiles.

"He's allowed to worry about his favorite uncle." Jeremy chuckles. "Oh, I also got you a few books." He pulls out two books from his pockets. "I hope you like romance."

William raises his brow and floats over. "Why are the covers blocked?"

"Romance is fine, Jeremy." Henry smiles. "How's the museum?"

"Everything is fine. Oh, everyone is excited about the night opening. People have made a little countdown." Jeremy hums. "How are you feeling?"

"Just a little sore now, but I'm fine." Henry shuts his eyes and sighs. "I'm going to work tomorrow."

"I figured as much." Jeremy places the books down on Henry's dresser and places the mirror. "Ah, did he figure out his outfits?"

William blinks and looks own at himself, then back up. "I suppose I have."

"Good for you, Mr. Afton." Jeremy hums. "So, how was your lazy day?"

"I much rather be working on something." Henry sighs. "But I suppose a rest day isn't a bad thing."

[noodlepai]

[request!] UNRELATED TO ANYTHING BUT COULD I GET AUSTIN (ALIVE OR NOT) W A LITTLE TINY ETELED PLUSH BC OF THE NEW LITTLE GUY ... itd bef unny to see what he does w it

Austin at his boyfriend like "I want to know all of the lore about your oc, also do you have anymore of these just wondering"

[where-theres-smoak-2]

Daemon and Rhea

(Spoilers for ep 5 and 6) 

So random thought of the day, since seeing the pics of Laena and Daemon it got me thinking about his first marriage to Rhea and how the two seem so different. There was open animosity between Rhea and Daemon, but from the pics with Laena we can see that Daemon is capable of being a loving and tender husband. Which got me thinking what caused this animosity between Rhea and Daemon? Was it simply that they didn’t mesh as people or was there something else going on? Before getting into the main part of this post though I just wanted to put out a disclaimer, in no way is this meant to be a hate post against Daemon, he is one of my favourite characters and I love him, but I can also admit that he has some flaws and this post is going to be talking about some of those flaws. Also I am going to be talking about the umm, delicate, for want of a better word, subject of impotence but I am going to try my best to keep things as classy as possible. So anyway I have a theory on what might have caused Daemon and Rhea to become so hostile towards each other and it was brought about when I watched a documentary on Henry VIII and his wives, I know weird comparison maybe, but I promise it’ll make sense.  

I am wondering if Daemon and Rhea’s relationship was a similar situation to that of Henry VIII and Anne of Cleaves. The story with Henry and Anne goes that on their wedding night Henry failed to perform, so to speak. This was post jousting accident so he had an open wound on his leg and was obese and just not the strong, healthy and virile man he used to be. There had also been rumours going around about him having problems in that department, so to save face and present himself as still being a man, he started talking about how ugly Anne was and stated this as the reason why he was unable to consummate their marriage. He made Anne and her looks the joke of the court so much so that history came to remember her as Henry’s ugly wife, when in fact many other contemporary sources stated of her appearance that she was pleasing to look at, it seems that whilst she was not some great beauty, she was far from ugly either. 

We know Daemon has had issues with impotence when he is feeling under emotional stress such as in episode 1 when he was worried about being replaced as heir. We also know that Rhea was not his choice and that their marriage was never consummated. It would make sense to me that Daemon was most likely feeling very stressed on his wedding day, this wasn’t something he wanted to do and it wasn’t a woman he loved, or that he chose. So I think when it came time to consummate his marriage the stress meant he could not complete the act. I also think this may have been the first time it had ever happened to him. Needless to say Daemon was probably then feeling a mixture of embarrassment and also wondering what was wrong with him. Rhea was also probably feeling rejected and undesirable because her new husband wasn’t able to bed her. Then to make matters worse Daemon starts telling people that his wife is ugly, that the sheep in the Vale are prettier, all because he is feeling insecure about himself, to make himself feel more like a man again he tells himself that it’s Rhea that’s the problem, that she is just not attractive to him. He might also be worried that word will spread of his failed wedding night so he starts spreading this idea that Rhea is just not good looking enough to bring out his carnal desires, much like Henry VIII did with Anne. Those comments make it back to Rhea who naturally is hurt by his comments, I also think she is not one to take it laying down so the next time she sees her husband she has no issue telling him exactly what she thinks about him and his comments. Its not just her looks that he attacks either but her personality referring to her as his ‘bronze b*tch’ he paints this picture of her being very cold and hostile, likely brought on by the fact that Rhea was happy to confront him about his attitude. When Laena tells him she was sorry to hear about Rhea’s passing he replies that he wasn’t because she ‘wasn’t very nice to me’. Another significant moment is when Rhaenyra says Rhea is lucky because Daemon hasn’t put a child in her. Here he is being reminded of a husband’s duty and that he has failed to perform that duty and provide an heir to his wife. His response is again to place the blame on Rhea, ‘I doubt a child would be able to grow in such hostile environs.’ It’s again him telling himself its not my fault that I can’t perform its hers because she is hostile to me, because she is unattractive not just in looks but in demeanour. Even that first conversation with Otto where Rhea is first brought up and Otto is chastising him for not doing his duty as a husband, Daemon’s response is to refer to her as his ‘bronze b*tch’ and remark that the Vale’s sheep are prettier than the women. Its just interesting to me that his demeaning remarks about his wife tend to follow comments about a duty as a husband to lay with his wife.  

I really do think that after a disastrous wedding night, every time Daemon thinks about or sees his wife he is reminded of that failure. As much as I love him Daemon is an arrogant and proud man so I think this inability to lay down with his wife probably messed with his head quite a bit and (unfairly) blaming his wife for it was his coping mechanism. Daemon is a Targaryen, he has the blood of the dragon and dragons are fiery and passionate, he also cares alot about his family legacy and contributing to making his house powerful and great through his heirs and I think all of this adds to his feelings of failure and inadequacy. It probably doesn’t help that people keep reminding him that he should be in the Vale performing his husbandly duties. 

 I also think there is some relevance to his night with Rhaenyra in the brothel and him once again not being able to go through with it because it feels wrong, how he is denied her hand because he is already married. So now not only is Rhea a reminder of his intimacy issues, she is the reason why he can’t have what he wants, a Targaryen wife in Rhaenyra, a wife of his own choosing who he could produce pure blooded Targaryen dragon riders with. It is also possible that the fact that Rhea is not Targaryen is a contributing factor, with how passionately Daemon feels about following Targaryen traditions, with one of those traditions being wedding each other, Daemon may have found any wife without Targaryen blood as lacking. We haven’t seen the episode yet so we can’t know for sure but judging by the fact that they’ve got two daughters and another babe on the way Daemon didn’t seem to have any issues performing his husbandly duties with Laena. Sadly I feel like in his mind that’s just going to reinforce the idea that the problem was poor Rhea and not him. Afterall now that he is rid of her he has been able to lay with his new wife and produce heirs. He’s a virile, passionate man once again. No problems here. 

So in conclusion I feel Daemon and Rhea’s marriage was doomed from the start. Daemon is an insecure, arrogant dick (a lovable insecure, arrogant dick but still) and Lady Rhea Royce is a stunning goddess who deserved so much better. I do think their marriage shows how difficult a political arrangement for a marriage can be to maintain, especially when the parties involved didn’t want the marriage. It’s also an interesting contrast to Laenor and Rhaenyra’s marriage, whereas Daemon and Rhea’s fell apart and was very hostile, Rhaenyra and Laenor made the best out of theirs and came up with an arrangement that suited them both. Still I am glad at least to see that Daemon seems to treat Laena with respect and with love so maybe he has grown as a person.      

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Widow's Pique Chapter 29

Overview: Penny is a 41 year old mother of one, existing day to day in the normal world until a chance encounter changes everything, for everyone.

Author’s Notes: Hey Tumblrs! So this is my first ever story (not counting the shit I created at school). So be easy on me! I apologise for any typos, and for my misunderstanding of basic punctuation. This story has a little bit of Yours Truly woven into it. It’s a slow burn, full of angst, inner monologues, and insecurities but promises a happy ending of sorts! Using just my imagination and countless hours “researching” Mr. Cavill, I hope I can portray a different side to this fascinating man. Please indulge me …

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus Size/Curvy OFC (Penny)

Chapter: 29 of ?

Word Count: 8.2K!!!

Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy. Masturbation. Sex. Pandemic.

Disclaimers: This is all fiction baby!

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They both cried ugly tears, still watching each other on the video call.

Penny just couldn't talk anymore. She was so relieved to have finally told him, but now she dreaded all of the inevitable questions and worries that he would have.

"Pen - Sweetheart. Please don't cry, please Darling. God I love you so much. I'm so - so sorry I'm so far away. Uh! I can't believe this is happening! I'm going to be a Papa?! Ha!! I'm gonna be a Papa!"

And now he started crying again whilst Kal barked, wondering what on earth had upset him.

"Is everything ok with the baby Pen? Can you tell me anything?"

She tried to slow her breathing and calm down, but the raw emotion flowed through her, wave after wave. She looked up at the doorway and beckoned Kate over.

Kate held Penny tight, cuddling up to her as they sat together on the sofa. She told Henry everything that had happened at the hospital, and Penny's concerns over her meds harming the baby, and her fears and embarrassment at not realising she was pregnant all this time.

"I'm so sorry Hen." Penny managed to add.

"Why the hell are you apologising woman?!" he laughed, "You have nothing to apologise for my love. I'm the one that should be saying I'm sorry for leaving you. But you will be ok, and our baby is ok as well. So neither of us need to stress out alright? Penelope Green, you are full of surprises, you know that?! I can't stop grinning right now, I can't wait to tell my family - un- unless they already know?"

"It's just me and Callum that know so far Henry. Ben doesn't know yet either,"

"Ok, then - maybe we could tell Ben together Pen, when you're feeling up to it?"

Penny smiled and nodded. Henry's heart ached at how tired and pale she looked.

A loud bang on Henry's trailer door made them all jump, he was needed back on set.

With a deep breath, he began, "Kate, look after my girl ok. Pen - message me and phone me anytime ok? Hopefully, we can speak again later if you are up to it? Rest up, ok Mama. I love you."

"Love you too Papa," Penny whispered as Henry groaned and wiped his eyes again, his brilliant smile unstoppable.

Three days later, Penny woke up after a decent night's sleep, feeling as if she had awoken from the longest dream, the past two weeks seemed like a blur, her memory was patchy, but her mind finally felt clear and her mood stable. Kate was still asleep next to her, it was too early to wake Ben for school.

She treated herself to a much needed bath, her body ached from being so tense lately. She carefully slid into the lavender infused bubbles and let out a huge sigh of relief as her tension started slipping away and finally her joy could return.

She rested her head back against the smooth cold porcelain as her sensitive breasts became exposed to the cool air again, making her goose pimple all over. She linked her fingers over her tummy, enjoying the comfort it gave her. Knowing that a part of Henry was always with her. She felt a new determination to make things right again, look after her mental health and her physical health. Stop being such an emotional wreck. Prove to everyone, and herself, that she didn't have to be supervised. Although she was so very grateful for everyone's help, she didn't want to be a worry for them anymore.

Henry wore a permanent smile. Whilst everyone on set was stressed and worried about the lockdown, Henry was like an excited puppy. He was desperate to tell everyone. But he knew he had to wait until Penny was ready. He was so relieved that she was back to her normal self. They'd still not had much time to speak in-depth due to his schedule and the time difference. He was desperate to get back home and hold her. He just wanted to get the film over and done with. He needed her touch, her kiss. She was his home, and now she'd be the mother of his child. Something he kind of knew deep down for a long time now.

Henry finally had a day off, he'd decided to wake up super early so he could speak to Penny as much as possible. Kate had gone home that morning, happy that Penny was back on track. Today was the day they were going to tell Ben, Helen, and Henry's family. They already had a family zoom call booked with Henry's lot. He was also going to visit Charlie and Heather at their lake house for the day once Ben was told.

Penny set up the iPad at the kitchen counter. Ben was excited to see Henry and Kal. Everything had been really weird since he'd left. Penny was a little nervous about how he might react, and if he'd want to know more about how it all happened.

"Hey, Buddy!! How are you doing?" Henry beamed at his own iPad screen. Kal jumped up onto the bench next to him, snuffling after the sound of his little pal."

"I'm good, hey Kal!! Ha! Kal's gonna eat your iPad, Henry!"

"Hopefully not, he's just pleased to see you, as am I. Penny?"

They'd already briefly discussed how they would handle this, Penny would take the lead, and Henry would back her up.

"So - Ben. We've got some news to share with you, Sausage." Penny gulped, glancing at Henry's huge Hollywood smile.

"Are we going to Canada Mummy, to see Henry?"

"Erm, soon, hopefully, but - that's not the news. The news is." She faltered now seeing the disappointed look on his face. "Is - that Henry and I, and you. Well, not you but, kinda you as well. Oh - crap. Let me try again." Ben looked at Penny with a quizzical look on his face.

"Ben, buddy." Henry piped up "You're going to be a big brother."

Penny grimaced a smile as she clenched her hands together in anticipation of Ben's reaction.

"No way! No way!" and Ben began to cry.

Penny pulled him into her chest, kissing the top of his head.

"It's ok, Pumpkin. There's nothing to worry about." Penny soothed.

"I know, I'm not sad Mummy! I've always wanted a brother or sister. When are they coming?"

Penny cried in relief. She was so worried about bringing any more upheaval into his world.

"Well, Mummy's got to keep them safe inside her tummy until he or she is big enough to come out," Henry added.

"So it'll be in about 5 months, so enough time to help us buy lots of fun things, and decorate their room ok?"

Ben's face lit up at that prospect.

Penny took his small hand and placed it onto her stomach.

"You are going to be the best big brother ever! You know that right?"

He leaned forward, cupping his hands against her belly. "Hellooo it's Ben, it's nice to meet you. I'm your brother."

Now both Penny and Henry were in tears. Henry cuddled Kal as he licked at his ear. Wishing he was with them both and not in this tiny trailer.

"Love - you - - guys." Henry choked out through his tears.

The family zoom call was chaotic at first. People dropping out, technical issues, and children interrupting. Finally, 10 minutes into the call the conversations started. Everyone wanted to know about how Penny was feeling and how Henry's filming was going. The variant in Vancouver had garnered international interest due to its infection rate and the increase in the normal numbers being hospitalised. Everyone took turns to update the Clan on their lives, from school reports to growing vegetables. Penny grinned at how invested Henry was in these details considering his celebrity lifestyle.

As the call felt like it was reaching its natural end, Henry cleared his throat loudly and purposefully.

"So - Mum, Dad - how do you feel about adding another grandchild to the table setting?" He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head looking more than a little pleased with himself.

Heather squealed and crawled over Charlie to jump onto Henry as random staccato screams and laughs echoed over the video call as everyone spoke, screamed, and laughed at once.

"Penny? Is this true?" Marianne had to check, her mascara already running down her cheeks.

Penny nodded as she cried too "Very true, in fact - sixteen weeks true" she cringed, scrunching up her face and shoulders as she spoke.

"Sixteen weeks?! What the hell?!" Charlie added as he punched Henry on the arm. "Fucking Hell, man, you don't waste any time!"

"Language Charles! The children can hear!" Marianne barked "This is truly wonderful news my dears. Finally, all of my boys will be fathers.." she broke off as she tucked her face into Colin's chest.

"Congratulations son. And Penny, thank god you're making an honest man out of him. It's about bloody time!"

"Dad, steady on! You make me sound like a complete cad!"

With that, the others all burst into laughter, making fun of Henry's promiscuity.

Penny pretended to hold her hands over her ears as she giggled at their happiness.

That evening, once Ben was fast asleep Henry phoned back to check on Penny.

"Hey Mama, how you feeling?"

"Good actually, just had a shower, nice and squeaky clean now."

Henry's voice dropped "Does that mean you are naked?"

"I can almost hear your eyebrows wiggling Mr. Cavill!" Penny teased

"Well, is that a yes, or a no?"

Penny chuckled to herself. Suddenly feeling a rush of blood to her core.

"I need to see you Pen. Just thinking of you with my baby inside you has had me hard ever since you told me. You knew how much the idea of getting you pregnant turned me on. And to see the life that we created growing inside you is the fucking sexiest thing I have ever, ever known. Show me Pen, please don't be shy."

Penny smiled at his excitement, glad he wasn't the kind of man who'd find her getting bigger off-putting. Ant was the same, he was a pest the whole time she was expecting Ben, constantly touching her, checking to see if her boobs had grown, or if her belly button was ready to disappear. She cherished feeling so, so, loved, and adored. And now she has that again. She was truly blessed, and would never stop thanking her lucky stars for bringing Henry into their lives.

She took the phone, resting it against her jewellery box before switching to a video call.

"Hey"

"Oh Hey! This is a nice surprise."

"Oh come on, you practically begged me! I had no other choice." she winked at the camera and sent him a wonky smirk.

"Only if you're comfortable Honey - I'm sorry if you felt pressured."

"Zip it, Cavill. Now take off your clothes and prop your phone up. I want to see all of you!"

"Yes ma'am." he quickly discarded the only clothing he was wearing, his black boxer briefs. Before resting his phone on his bedside table and laying on his side. Gazing at his screen like a four year old at their first funfair.

Seeing him stretched out, with his sun kissed skin and biteable muscles made Penny hyper-aware of the ache deep within her, and the throb of her clit pushed a soft moan from her lips.

She stepped back from the phone, making sure her torso was clearly in the shot. She faced the camera as she unhooked the fold of the towel and allowed it to drop to the floor.

"Holy Fuck Pen, I can never get tired of this image. You're fucking gorgeous."

She knew it wouldn't be long before he reached for his cock and began tugging it.

The subtle light from the bathroom behind with just the soft glow from her phone screen in front made a perfect almost silhouette view of her changing figure. She slowly turned to the side, pulling her shoulders back and resting one hand in the curve of her spine. Her other hand smoothed over her bump. Considering she didn't even know she was pregnant a couple weeks ago there was no denying that she was now.

"Oh God, honey. Jesus. Keep rubbing your belly, baby." Henry huffed as all she could see of him was his face close to the screen, taking in every detail. The jerky stuttering giving away his activity off-screen.

Penny smiled and chuckled at his horny expression. Eyes dark, nostrils flared, lips alternating between being subconsciously licked and pressed tightly closed. She felt her own desire building within her as she moved to squeeze her breasts, pushing them together as she stepped closer to the camera and Henry's wide eyes.

"Fuck, fuck Pen, I'm..." and he sat forward as he caught his seed in his hands. "Woah, sorry Pen. I - you're too bloody much. Just a sec, be right back..."

Penny chuckled, pleased she had the desired effect.

When he came back she was laying on their bed, still naked, smoothing her free hand over herself.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Maybe.." Penny arched her eyebrow at him, silently waiting for him to speak.

"God how I wish I was there to knead my fingers on your thighs as I follow around to the curve of your arse. I'd lick you hard along your folds, nuzzling my nose at your clit..."

Penny closed her eyes and moaned, remembering how much she enjoyed Henry's touch down there. She gyrated onto her own fingers, feeling her wetness increase.

"Tell me more Hen.." she whispered.

"I'd knead your swollen breasts and gently twist your nipples. Then I'd rub my hands over your gorgeous belly. God, I can't wait to see you swell bigger and bigger with my child Pen. To grip the sides of your tight, round stomach as I slide into you from behind. Your engorged breasts swinging heavily with every thrust. Fuck, I'm hard again already."

"Fuck, Hen, everything is so fucking sensitive. I need you here, now I need your huge, hard body rubbing against mine, gripping me, licking me. Tasting me. Hen, f- Hen."

The rapture bloomed over her body like a chemical reaction. Henry watched as she scrunched up her eyes and tilted her head back on the pillow. Her faded pink hair like a crown around her head. A soft smile eased onto her lips as she opened her eyes to see Henry, his head resting on his pillow. A satisfied grin on his handsome face. They laughed at each other.

"Undoubtedly it's a good thing you're all the way over there. Otherwise, I'd never get any peace."

Henry's deep chuckle sent a wave of contentment through Penny.

Although she missed him dearly, the happiness she felt right now was all consuming. For the first time in a long, long while she was looking forward to her future.

Henry felt so alone and frustrated. He didn't want to be thousands of miles away from Penny any longer. He needed to be there, making plans, helping out, taking care of her. He'd arranged for her to visit a specialist obstetrician in London, he wanted to make sure she and the baby had the best care that money could buy. Penny protested at first but knew she couldn't argue against the fact things weren't quite straightforward with her health recently, and she worried about her age being a big risk factor too.

Penny was also making sure that she was taking care of herself. She'd hired a personal trainer who specialised in prenatal exercise and nutrition. He visited her for three sessions a week, showing her safe exercises for improving her fitness and strengthening her core. To begin with, she was mortified at how unfit she was, but after a couple weeks of sessions, she started to feel the benefits. Her sleep had improved, she had more energy and generally she felt brighter and sharper. She felt calmer too, and less anxious. She had reluctantly told Henry about Paul, her new P.T. He was uncomfortable with just anyone being involved in Penny's fitness. He'd checked him out fully, getting feedback from previous clients. He'd spoken to him several times also to discuss his methods. Paul was used to overprotective partners, but Henry was on another level.

The covid situation in Vancouver and many other areas in the States had worsened further. International travel was severely restricted from hotspot areas, so the trip to visit Henry was impossible now. Henry became increasingly frustrated and sad for missing this special time with Penny. She would send him photos and they'd talk every day, but he felt like a spare part in his own child's life. Something he swore he would never be if he was ever lucky enough to become a father. This was his dream, so why was he sitting here, thousands of miles away with a bunch of people he hardly knew on a film he wasn't committed to?

Leah had to convince him to stay on almost a daily basis. Having to act every day with his pregnant co-star wasn't ideal either. He felt like it was a cruel twist of fate having a beautiful pregnant woman with him that wasn't his Penny. Sadie had convinced herself at this point that she'd done or said something to Henry to upset him. He couldn't get away from her fast enough once a scene had ended. After a particularly difficult scene, she'd decided to confront him. She ran after him as he predictably strode away. His long legs forcing her to almost jog to catch up with him.

"Henry! Henry - will ya slow down a minute!"

Henry spun around to see Sadie holding her hand up at him whilst she caught her breath.

"You ok Sade? Why the hell are you running?!"

"Because you keep running away from me all the time and I wanna know why Henry. Did I say something to upset you?!"

He stood quietly for a moment, then unexpectedly slid down the wall of the dark corridor they were in and began sobbing. Sadie was in shock, looking around to see if anyone else was seeing this.

"Oh God, Henry honey, what's the matter?" she awkwardly knelt down in front of him, holding onto his bent knee for support.

"She's pregnant Sade. Penny's pregnant, and I've fucking abandoned her."

Seeing this big, worldly guy crumble in front of her brought out her motherly instincts as she swept him up into a hug. Patting his back as he let out more huge sobs.

"Oh honey, that's amazing news, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"We've only known a few weeks, but she's already 19 weeks along, we didn't realise. It's all a big mess, this isn't what I'd planned for when I started a family. They'd always come first. And here I am, in fucking Canada."

"Right Big Guy, I'm gonna give you a big kick up your patootie. Penny has had a baby before, she knows what she's doing. She will still be pregnant when you get back ok? You'll have plenty of time to share the pregnancy with her before the little one arrives. And if you hadn't noticed, I'm kinda in the same situation myself over here! Adie is pulling out what hair he has left while I'm stuck in the Covid boiling pot. And believe me, if I didn't think this wouldn't be good for my career and the financial stability of my family I'd be back home flicking through the Pottery Barn catalogue with my swollen feet up!"

Henry grimaced. He was so embarrassed to overlook how Sadie must be feeling.

"Shit Sadie, I feel like a complete fuckwit now." he sniffed.

"That wasn't my intention honey. I was just trying to put things in perspective for you ok?"

"No, you're right, you're right."

Sadie attempted to stand as Henry quickly stood to help her up.

"Come here you big idiot, congratulations Hen, this is great news."

She pulled him in as he allowed himself to be hugged. His insides squirmed as he felt her stomach press against his. He pulled away, feeling weird again.

"It's ok Henry. Give me your hands." she took his wrists and pulled his hands towards her, resting them on either side of her bump. Her costume was cut cleverly to minimise her stomach, and the camera angles had to try and hide as much as they could, but at almost 29 weeks there was a sizeable bump hiding away.

"Before you know it this will be you and Penny. Now, this little guy is missing his daddy so he's relying on Uncle Henry to look out for him ok?"

Henry's smile grew wide as his eyes brimmed with tears again, in awe of Sadie's strong will and kind ways. He nodded, unable to speak. Rubbing his hands over Sadie's bump, chuckling as it jiggled with her laughter.

Penny's appointments had all gone smoothly. The baby was growing happily and Penny was coping well with the pregnancy. Where possible, Henry joined her appointments via Zoom, or Penny recorded them for him. She was impressed at just how much time and attention you would get when throwing huge sums of money into private healthcare.

She'd managed to keep the news between close friends and family still and made sure she wore baggy clothes on the school run or trips out. An oversized handbag was her new best friend, hopefully hiding what her clothes couldn't now she was halfway through.

She was counting the days until Henry's return. She desperately needed his touch. She'd never felt so alive, so energetic, so feminine. She'd watch Henry's films and shows in the evenings, needing to pleasure herself at the same time to give her some kind of release. She dared not admit this to Henry, knowing he too was struggling with lack of intimacy.

Without consciously planning, she sent him fewer bump photos. Wondering if they were making him feel worse. After the initial shock and drama of discovering her pregnancy, Penny was on such a high, so motivated to take more control of her life again. But in recent days she just needed him back. She wanted to share the joy with him, feel his strong arms around her, his large hands over her changing body. Henry's family and Helen were constantly checking in on her. Offering help and moral support. But all she needed was him home.

That day Henry was supposed to be flying back to LA to appear on The Late Late Show, but this had been changed to a video chat. Leah was nervous about this as Henry's mood lately had been so low. They'd set up a room for him. The show had sent over various props and cardboard cutouts as well as a copy of the desk to dress up Henry's side of things. The aim was to promote the Witcher 3 which was nearing the end of post-production and a teaser about the Rosie Project too. Leah had left strict instructions with them not to ask about his personal life.

A large portrait screen was set up behind the desk to make it look as if James Corden was sat there, another large screen was in front of Henry showing him what the main cameras could see. Henry had decided against wearing a suit due to the humidity, opting instead for a mid blue linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of smart casual grey trousers.

After a brief off air chat with James and one of the producers, they began filming. Henry creased up seeing James in his version of Geralts' Witcher costume, complete with yellow contact lenses. Henry needed a good laugh and James ensured he spent most of the interview bent double, or throwing his head back cackling. Further costume changes appeared. James struggled to keep a straight face asking him in-depth questions as he wore a fake muscle suit under a copy of Henry's Superman suit. He wished he were able to not take himself as seriously, he always worried he was too stiff and stilted in interviews. James managed to rope Henry into the silliness as he was quizzed on his own career and had to wear props for every quick fire question he answered incorrectly. In the end, the tower of hats crashed down, prompting Henry to pop one onto Kal's head who had sat solemnly on the chair next to Henry the whole time, looking like one of the guests.

Nearing the end of the interview the props were cleared away and Henry got the chance to promote the Witcher and his new film. Just as he felt it was winding up James asked.

"So Henry, everyone is just dying to know more about your lovely fiancée, it's Penny right?"

Henry's mouth gaped, unprepared for the question, and not knowing what to say.

"Yes - yes, that's right. Her name is Penny, she's - just - amazing. And we're extremely happy." He sat back, hoping that would satiate James's curiosity.

"Ah, come on Henners, you gotta give us more than that. What about the wedding? How did you propose? How did you guys meet?" James sat forward, hands cradling his face in a comical anticipation pose.

Henry shifted in his seat. The live audience in the studio with James murmured in excitement at Henry's obvious awkwardness.

"Well James, I'm not sure how much I can divulge without getting into trouble." he shot a look at the camera, resulting in giggles from the crowd. "But what I might be able to tell you - " he took another look directly at the camera "Sorry, Pen," he said with a grimace and a wrinkled brow, "Is how we first met.."

Henry gave James a romanticised version of their first encounter, his car issues, Penny rescuing him, the dramatic snow, the drive back to Penny's, and their trek in the blizzard. James and the audience lapped this up, loving Henry's chivalry and Penny's kind nature and foul mouth.

Henry continued to talk about how amazing a mother she is and how he can't wait to spend more time back in the UK and step back from his intense workload for a while.

James was genuinely moved by Henry's honesty and soppiness, seeing how Henry was glassy eyed as he spoke too.

"Ah, man. I'm so happy for you brother. She sounds like an amazing woman, and she has to be to put up with waking up to your ugly mug every morning." The audience roared as Henry feigned upset.

"Thank you, James, I think. It was great talking with you, thank you for having me on the show."

They said their goodbye's and filming stopped.

Henry let out a huge sigh of relief petting Kal at the same time.

"How did I do Leah?"

"Great, Henry. Although I'm not very happy he asked about Penny, I told them not to."

"It's ok, I didn't mind. I just hope Penny doesn't when I tell her."

Henry was nervous before his evening call to Penny. Although they'd fallen into a little routine with their daily chats he felt there was so much left unsaid to protect each other's feelings. He was so proud of how Penny was coping without him, but he knew she was an expert at coping. With him back they could both stop existing and start actually living their lives as a proper couple, a little family.

He was concerned to find her still at her desk when he phoned.

"Hey Mama."

"Hey You."

"What's going on, you still working?!"

"Yeah, crazy deadlines." she sat back in her chair, pushing her glasses back onto the top of her head. Henry admired her sunkissed skin and freckles.

"How's Beanie?"

"They're fine, doubling in size every day it feels. I can already feel my lungs being pushed up. When I was on the cross-trainer earlier I had to keep stopping to catch my breath."

"Pen, you really should be taking it a little easier now honey..." he paused, knowing she wouldn't appreciate the criticism.

"I know. I'm being more than sensible Hen, trust me."

"I do trust you Pen, I just worry, you know."

She looked at his puppy dog eyes and immediately became overwhelmed with sadness. She began to cry whilst being annoyed with herself for getting upset in front of him.

"Oh Pen, don't cry honey, I'm sorry. Shhush now, oh Pen.." and now Henry was crying.

Her nose already running, she blew her nose and attempted to slow her breathing.

"Fucking hormones... " she laughed.

"What's my excuse though?" Henry added with a smile.

"I just miss you, Yogi, we miss you." she rubbed her belly as she tilted her phone down for Henry to see. She was wearing another of Henry's t-shirts. Her bump now beginning to stretch out the fabric.

Still sniffing back his tears Henry spoke "looks good on you Pen. Beanie looks super cosy in there." he broke down into more tears, unable to keep his stiff upper lip, "I want to come home Pen, there's not a single cell in my body that wants to be here right now."

They both allowed their tears to flow. Sick of pretending they were coping.

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The very next day, their prayers were answered. Three members of the crew tested positive for the new variant and the set was closed. Everyone was relieved. None more so than Henry and Sadie. Now he just had to get a flight home and quarantine before finally getting back to where he belonged.

He toyed with the idea of not telling Penny but didn't want to lie to her. He also didn't think it was a good idea to turn up out of the blue unexpected.

As soon as he heard he messaged.

SET CLOSED. I'M COMING BACK PEN!!! xxxxxxx

Penny had just got back from the school run when she read the message. She grabbed Ben and hugged him hard. They both cried with happiness at the news.

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Thankfully Henry was able to charter a private flight back to the UK with Kal and Leah. Due to the concern over the variant they were having to quarantine in a hotel near the airport. Kal wasn't allowed to stay with them so Simon was able to collect him and take him back to his home.

Henry was shocked by the precautions in place with this variant. Despite desperately wanting to see Penny now he was back on home soil he was in no way willing to risk her or the baby by cutting corners. He'd not taken Covid too seriously in the past, but now he was going to be a father he had a renewed sense of responsibility.

Having this time to decompress was also not a bad thing for Henry, a chance to destress, make plans, relax and eat.

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Penny was on cloud nine. She'd booked herself in at the hairdressers and beauty salon to get primped, ready for her Henry. She ordered more clothes, far more than she should but having lived mostly in Henry's t-shirts and anything baggy lately she was keen to show off her new curves. Her PT sessions with Paul had not only given her a sense of control over her own body and strength she never knew she could possess, but it had also beautifully emphasised her natural curves. She felt great, more than great. Her anticipation was electric.

Although determined not to shock Penny, Henry had told a tiny little lie about when his quarantine would be finished. He'd just received the all clear to go home after his final PCR test. He pranced around his hotel room, singing along badly to the Rolling Stones as he pulled on his jeans. He smirked as he realised they'd become a little snug around the waist. 10 days of mostly lounging and eating had already affected his waistline. He patted his own tummy, not caring for once in his adult life about his weight. In fact, he was more than happy to compete with Penny's expanding waistline.

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Penny was back from dropping Ben at school. The house looked and smelt amazing. The fresh summer breeze flowed in through the back of the house, the large doors pulled open. The garden was so full of colour. She'd hired a gardener this year to help and it had never looked better. The lawn was lush and green and even had stripes - something Penny had never achieved herself. She was learning to delegate, and actually enjoying the freedom it gave her. She'd already started working a four day week, planning on cutting that down even further once Henry was back. Steve, her most trusted illustrator had really stepped up and shown he could take on more responsibility. Despite his youth, he was sensible and hard working, full of great ideas too of how to grow the business realistically. Finally, Penny was able to release the reigns a little.

Today was her day off, a great chance to finalise everything for Henry's return tomorrow. Not that there was too much left to do. First off she needed to get her hour in at the gym. She finished up her special vitamin shake, whipped off Henry's t-shirt, and headed for the treadmill.

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Henry's heart was thumping as the taxi pulled up at Penny's house. Henry and the driver unloaded his luggage at the gate. He was determined to 'gently' surprise her. His phone was set up on the security system so the gate opened and Henry dragged his luggage up to the front door. He let himself in. He was home. This was his home, he'd never planned for it to be, wondering if they should buy somewhere new together, somewhere that wasn't Ant's. But it wouldn't have felt right to leave this place. There was so much history and love in this building it was part of all of their lives now.

He slid off his boots and stepped into the main room. No Penny. She must be working in her office. He briefly allowed himself to soak up the sun streaming through the windows and the serene atmosphere that he'd missed so much. As he opened the door to the extension Penny spotted him immediately. She pulled out her earbuds and self consciously pulled her large towel over her shoulder. She wasn't prepared for Henry to see so much of her so soon. He was here! She'd forgotten almost how much presence he had, how large he was. He walked along the mezzanine, confused as Penny had finally packed up Ant's office and moved her things into there. Her old studio was left empty for Henry to do what he wanted with it.

Penny stood still on the treadmill, watching him. She felt like she was having an out of body experience until finally he turned to look down into the gym and spotted her. His smile, his beautiful toothy white smile. God how she'd missed that. His deeply tanned arms were bulging against the sleeves of his white t-shirt. He jogged down to her, slowing his pace as he reached the bottom of the stairs. His hand rubbed his face as he neared her.

He reached out both hands, sliding his fingers into her curls as he pulled their heads together. Foreheads touching. Penny placed her hands over his and closed her eyes. Neither of them said anything for several moments. Instead, listening to each other’s breaths. Penny opened her eyes to see him staring directly into hers. He crashed his lips against hers and they tasted each other's tongues for what seemed like an eternity. She'd missed how soft his lips were, how languidly his tongue moved around hers. How he always tasted so sweetly.

They'd still not spoken. He held out both hands as she stepped down from the treadmill. He looked at the large towel over her shoulder. He sought approval in her eyes as he grabbed it and threw it to the side. His eyes darkened, his smile off centre as he pursed his lips. She was wearing a cropped sports top, her cleavage accentuated by the support. He reached out his hands as he took in the sight of his child within her. The top of her beautiful rounded belly was tanned and smooth. Her maternity gym leggings were pulled high above her waist. Gorgeously clinging to her pregnant form. He could tell she'd lost weight, but gained some muscle too perhaps, she looked unbelievably vital and delicious.

Penny chuckled at his goofy expression, taking his hands and placing them each side of her bump. His Hollywood smile reappeared, his eyes already leaking tears. He was touching his child, HIS child. Their baby. He dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach, hands still firmly on each side.

"Oh, Pen. Oh, Pen."

She ran her fingers through his short hair. He looked like a classic movie star right now. The perfect man, a true adonis. Kneeling before her. Worshipping her. She was his goddess. Never had she felt more desired and loved and sexy all at the same time.

He looked up at her, his eyes now edged with pink. His grin was infectious. She chuckled as her belly jumped up and down with her laughter. She placed her own hand underneath to support it.

"You're - so..." he struggled to find his words.

"Pregnant?" Penny added with a smile.

Henry nodded and laughed, kissing her stomach again and again. His hands then roamed around to her backside, eliciting a breathy sigh from Penny.

Henry stood up, wrapping her in his arms, feeling her arse again. His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, and around to her breasts.

Suddenly he pulled away. "I'm sorry Pen, I didn't intend to jump you."

She raised an eyebrow to him "Shame" she winked as she began undoing his belt. He pulled his t-shirt over his head as Penny looked up and gasped at him.

"They waxed me," he said coyly, as Penny ran her hands over his smooth chest, marvelling at the definition of his muscles.

"I do miss your fur, but this is nice too honey." as she licked him lewdly from his naval to his sternum. He tilted his head back and moaned at the sensation.

"Fuck, Pen. You don't know how much I've missed your touch baby."

Penny continued to undo his jeans and pushed them down past his meaty thighs. He savoured every touch, quivering with pleasure as she pulled down his boxer briefs. He was already painfully rock hard and grateful for being freed from his clothes. Penny reached up to kiss him as she grasped his cock and slid her hand around it, then cupped his heavy balls.

He searched for the fastening for her top, on finding none, Penny chuckled and pulled it up over her head. He had noticed previously that her nipples had darkened and grown, something about that pulled at him deep within, making him leak even more pre-cum. Her breasts defied gravity, so round and full and pert. He reached out to them and gently thumbed her nipples as he massaged them. Penny broke from the kiss to moan loudly at the divine sensation.

"They're so full Pen, you're like a playboy bunny."

Penny chuckled at the slightly insulting comment, knowing he meant only good by it.

Henry bent down to take as much of her breast into his needy mouth, being careful not to be too rough. He then moved to tuck his hands into the sides of her soft leggings as he slid them down and over her large stomach and down her legs, along with her knickers. She rested her hands on his wide shoulders as she stepped out of them. Henry remained on one knee as he grasped her stomach in his large hands, admiring the sheer size and perfection of it. Her previous stretch marks were still silvered and hardly noticeable. Her once soft and squidgy pooch was now taut and ripe. Her belly button shallowed.

"So bloody beautiful. Hey Beanie baby, Mum, and Dad are going to have some fun so keep sleeping ok little one?" he littered her stomach with kisses and held his cheek up against it.

"You've worked so hard Pen, you look amazing, I'm so proud of you honey."

"Might be able to give a run for your money now Cavill."

Henry let her jibe wash over him as he continued to acquaint himself with her new body. He smoothed one hand around and around her stomach. Penny's desire rose with every touch and every licentious look. She pulled him up and pushed him back towards the large leather bench. Henry allowed himself to be directed. His cock twitching with excitement. As his calves caught the bench he sat down as Penny immediately straddled him. This caught him off guard, fully expecting a slower pace of events. He let out a silent scream at the sensation of Penny's walls slowly stretching to receive him as her stomach pressed against his chest, he pulled her forward to reach her breasts, sucking them and nibbling them hungrily.

"Jesus Pen, you're a wild woman, this is fucking amazing. Hold on tight."

He stood up as she wrapped her legs around him. He walked over to the power cage.

"Hold up above," he instructed as he gripped her arse with his strong hands as he lowered her down onto him.

He held the back of her pelvis as she supported some of her weight on the bar above.

Soon though her arms tired and the awkward angle wasn't quite working as well as Henry had hoped. He lifted her up and back onto her feet.

"Sorry Pen, I thought that might work. Have I ruined the moment?"

Penny smirked and grabbed him by his manhood and guided him to the narrow weight bench. The slightly angled back was perfect for Henry as Penny straddled him again, her bump comfortably pressure free. They laced their fingers together as Henry helped her find her rhythm. Her eyes were closed, the look of rapture etched onto her face. He had always fantasised about having sex in a gym, and now here he was with his future wife, pregnant with his baby. Grinding on top of him. He was going to come, he couldn't stop it. Fuck!!

"Oh no!" Henry hid his face with both hands. "I'm so fucking sorry Penny."

Penny laughed, enjoying the sensation of her giggles vibrating into Henry through her walls.

"It's ok Hen. I know it's been a while for both of us. Shows I've still got it I guess?" she asked sheepishly.

"Still got it? You fucking own it, honey! I've never been so turned on in all my life."

"Oh jeez, I'd better order some more lube else someone's gonna chafe!" Penny joked, still sitting on Henry.

Henry reached up to touch her breasts again, feeling the weight, gently squeezing and tweaking her nipples. Sparks of pleasure ran through Penny's core as she clenched and felt Henry swell within her. Sensing his growing arousal she took his hands and helped him massage her, slowly grinding into him again. She pulled his hands down to her waist and her arse cheeks. He chuckled as he knew he would be good to go again quickly, keen to hasten her release now.

The exquisite sensation of Henry stiffening inside of her caused a multitude of flutters within Penny's walls, teasing her with a quick orgasm. They both laughed at their excitement and desire.

"Hen, I've missed you so bloody much." she stretched her arms up to the vaulted ceiling in sheer bliss and rested them behind her head as she began rocking slowly back and forth.

Henry grabbed her hips, matching her rhythm, determined to maximise her pleasure. His seed mixed with Penny's own arousal. He watched as her swollen breasts gently bobbed with each languid movement. The skin across her abdomen glistened with small beads of sweat. A surge of blood caused Henry to buck up against Penny, speeding up their pace. The delicious moans and pants from her throat were echoed by his own. The intensity of their coupling and their mutual desire was electric. Penny felt as if she would lift away from her own body as her excitement grew within her.

She held her own breasts, squeezing and lifting them as she began thrusting hard, panting louder, gritting her teeth. Henry sunk his fingertips into the meaty softness of her arse cheeks, obtaining more purchase to pull her closer and faster. Every movement sent ecstasy throughout her, she felt a huge bubbling surge inside her as her climax crescendoed and her sensitive walls clenched and spasmed around Henry's manhood. She screamed louder than she knew she could as it echoed off every solid surface, she kept riding him, grinding out the feeling which never seemed to end. Henry had never known such a strong and prolonged orgasm and duly began to come within her again.

"Fuck!! Fucking Hell Penny, I'm gonna come too, fuck!" with just his shoulders and his heels as leverage, Henry arched his body from the bench with Penny on top in his uncontrollable reaction. She leaned back as he pressed against her most sensitive area, her orgasm still shuddering through her.

She rested her hands behind her on his legs until she found her senses. Leaning forward she found Henry wide-eyed staring up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck Pen?! That was, that was - pfufft - I don't know what the fuck that was apart from un-fucking-believable. I've never known anything like that before."

Penny covered her face and chuckled. Feeling Henry soften within her again.

"Oh, my word. That was very well needed that's for sure. Cup of Tea?" and they giggled again.

Authors Comments

I'm sorry (again) to keep you waiting for this. Life seriously got in the way of writing this chapter, as well as a little bit of writer's block.

Their reunions are always pretty epic, and this one was the smuttiest so far I think!

I have the amazing @just-chirpin to thank for the inspiration behind the end of this chapter from her story Surprise - please check it out

I hope you are all enjoying their journey, would love to hear your feedback! x

(I've also had to add my tag list separately as Tumblr is doing all sorts of crazy sh*t at the moment!)

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[floraltypes]

Old Beginning Pt. 2

pairings - aaron hotchner x reader, jethro gibbs x reader

chapters - one 

summary - the news of a dinner party arrises, but there are some little challenges before the actually night

wc - 3k

an - sorry this took awhile, my summer is over and my writing schedule will be a little wonky now. i’m taking a break from answering requests, so I apologize if I haven’t answered yours, but i eventually will

Penelope and you both looked back at Aaron, taken back by his repeating of the word ‘boyfriend’. You didn’t plan on telling people so soon, considering he was your boss from your old line of work.

“I want to know everything about him, you have to invite him!” Penelope quickly went back into her loud chatting, attracting other faces at her comment. “I also may have mentioned to some of the team that you do have a boyfriend, it just slipped! You know I can’t keep secrets!”

“It’s okay, Pene,” You smiled softly. “I can’t invite him though, you know, since I’m not the one holding the dinner event.”

“You can invite your partner, everyone else can as well, considering it is a catch up,” Dave walked over, a cup of coffee in his own hand as he used the other to scratch at his stubble. “I’ll even invite the woman I’ve been seeing. Feel free to all bring a plus one, I have enough room and everyone deserves a taste of my Italian dishes, will change their lives.”

“Thank you, Rossi, but I simply can’t. It’s so soon, and he’s such a busy man,” You laughed, waving your hand. “It was a kind gesture though.”

“L/n, don’t tell us you’re embarrassed to show your new boyfriend to us?” Derek walked back over, poking your shoulder. “Penelope told all of us down here, just wanted to wait and see when you would tell us.”

“I’m not embarrassed, that’s absurd. He’s truly busy.”

“Invite him, I’ll make sure Will comes and hire a babysitter for Henry, so that we can truly have a adult night,” JJ chuckled. “Everyone is bringing a date, so it would be odd if you didn’t.”

“Actually, I don’t have a partner at the moment due to how invested I am in my studies and the factors of that many young woman my age only focus on the factor of conventional attractiveness rather then the complexity of brains and deep-”

“Don’t worry, Spencer, if you don’t have a date, then I’ll just bring two,” Emily joked. “You don’t need a date, I’m not bringing one either, but Y/n is for sure.”

“I’ll be like the tw-”

“You are dating someone, we aren’t, so you’ll bring that someone. Come on, L/n,” Emily continued on, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “I’ll walk you out,” She turned back to wink at her coworkers, leading you to the elevator and soon the parking lot.

“Aaron,” Rossi looked towards his friend, a man who had his glare fixated on your exiting figure. “Will you bring Beth, the more the merrier.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will,” He answered, retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, pulling up her contact picture, thumb hovering over the call button. “Let’s finish up this work, so we call all get home.” He shoved it back in his pocket, commanding everyone else while moving back up the stairs to his office.

Meanwhile, you were outside of your car, looking at Emily still was right by your side.

“Bring your boyfriend,” She commented, watching as you fished for your keys and unlocked your car. “I want to meet him, I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.”

“We’re both so busy. Him as well.”

“Seriously, Y/n, I’m not gonna ease up on you. I’ve noticed the new tint in your eye, new considering the last time it was severely dulled. It’s amazing to see your real smile again, you closer to your old self despite the past losses. He really has helped you, so I want to meet the man who helped my dear friend so much.”

You contemplated her kind words, getting down to the point that everyone probably was happy to see you again, yourself physically and mentally.

“I’ll call him, see if he can come. Can’t promise anything, his work is very important to him, so if it needs him he’s there.”

Emily smiled widely, leaning over to kiss your cheek before you moved to open the front door and start your car.

“Great, I’m actually bringing someone. Poor Spencer might be the only one.”

“Aaron is as well?”

“Hotch, yeah,” She laughed. “Meet her at some track meet he had, Jack really likes her.”

“That’s good, I’ll see you soon then,” You smiled, shutting the door as Emily watched you back out, waving a small goodbye.

Leaving the facility, while at a stop light, you found your flip phone, finding the contact of Jethro and quickly dialing the number.

“Gibbs,” He answered.

“Hey, are you on a case?”

“No, are you driving?”

“Yes, safely. What are you doing? Building a boat,” You chuckled, imagining him in the basement with the tool and sweaty shirt.

“Yeah. Did you meet up with your old team today?”

“Mhm, all surprised to see me today. It was humorous in a sense. But, Rossi invited me and everyone to a dinner, telling us to bring a partner.”

“Who are you planning on bringing?”

“You.”

“So, we’re being more public with our relationship?”

“Just with the old team, my old team, they don’t have contact with anyone apart of NCIS, or at least not personal only professional.”

“I thought you were going to come and see me, instead of making me drive,” You could almost sense his smile on the other line, a mocking one.

Gibbs would obviously accept the offer, the man truly holding a strong affection for you, a soft spot personally for you, so he would agree to drive the hour or two.

But just because he would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t have to mess around a bit, act like he wouldn’t.

“I know, but then you can see my new apartment. And after this weekend, who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again. Both of our jobs involved sporadic cases that start and end at no specific time, hard to plan around. And, everyone is pressuring me to meet you.”

“I’m already popular, huh?”

“I suppose,” You huffed, rubbing your temple, exhaustion starting to take over you, wanting to get some rest, a calming bath to combat earlier feelings that seemed as if they were creeping up once again.

“I’ll come, don’t worry. Get home safe, call me when you have the address and date.”

“Okay, bye.” You hung up, tossing the phone onto the empty seat as you continued to drive, playing the music from the CD already inserted in your car.

Time leading up to the dinner seemed to fly by, especially considering that it wasn’t much time and you weren’t having to work. You decided to take the free time to get fully settled in, figure out your nerves, make a phone call to your therapist, and even read. Trying to get prepared for all the days that are to come.

Your hair was now being changed from its normal du to a new one, fancier in a sense. Applying a nice coat of makeup, new lip color, trying a new pallet and the old eyelash curler that hasn’t been used in a while, you finished ‘upgrading’ your face. A outfit was simple, considering you didn’t have many fancy ones, so with not much to choose, it was a quick decision.

Sliding that on and fixing the straps to be a bit tighter, messing with the bra to fit correctly, and pulling it down a bit, you grabbed your go to purse, shoving needed materials a into it as you moved to the kitchen.

Within the kitchen, there was a certain door within the wall of the pantry with a password. Quickly typing in the combination the door swung open, choosing between a small but handy knife, you put in the pocket of your bag.

You weren’t too worried about dangers at the dinner, but with years of catching/fighting murders, specific people after you, and even very powerful assassins, you carried certain weapons for safety.

Hearing the sturdy knock of someone’s knuckles on your front door, you rushed to shut the the secret door in the pantry, heading to your front door where someone was waiting.

A quick peak through the hole, your eyes widened in surprise and opened the door, allowing the man to walk in.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you, till uh, later tonight,” You mentioned, looking him up and down to see him more dressed up. “Are you not able to attend anymore?”

“No, I’m still going,” Hotch denied, sliding off his shoes and following you to the couch. “I just wanted to chat before than, a chance for just the two of us.”

“Is something wrong?” You walked over to your teapot, filling it with water, and placing it on your stove, heating up the water. “This is very unexpected.”

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you, see the apartment, hear what’s new with you.”

“Things,” You shrugged. “Obviously I’ve had a new job experience, similar in ways and also not. Grew closer with a new group of teammates, people, lost a few. Yeah, lost a few,” You repeated, remembering Jenny Shepard, even Kate, both amazing women, who did amazing things.

“That’s always hard, I guess my most recent loss was Haley,” Aaron hummed, soon the kettle making a high pitched noise, you rushing to take it off and grab some tea bags.

“She was also a amazing woman. Wonderful mother, cared so much for that little boy.”

“She really was.”

“Did you come to chat about her, it’s been a while since we had. Last time we really talked was five months after she passed, after the funeral.”

“It really has been that long?” Aaron questioned, taking the tea that you time handed him. “But it’s not the reason I came. I should have made more of a effort to keep in touch, after your transfer, after your loss.”

“You stayed with me for three months, allowing to lose some time with your son so you could change my dirty sheets and pick up all my snotty tissues,” You laughed, sitting down across from him with your own cup. “You had to get back to your family, make up for loss time.”

“You still helped me with my divorce during that time, and I still saw Jack,” He reminded you.

“I could’ve moved in with my father, but you allowed me not to do that.”

“Your father is a good man, but might not be the best to live with,” He laughed, a deep chuckle, something you didn’t see much. “You look nice.”

“Now you just notice,” You chuckle, taking another sip. “Thank you, you look nice as well. I was actually just going to call Jethro and tell him to meet me there, a bit of a drive and he isn’t happy about having to find a new team,” You spoke freely, feeling comfortable with the old friend, one you used to spill everything to years ago, him ranting to you too.

“Jethro? He has his own team? Sounds like a boss of some type.”

“Uh, technically. It’s complicated. I need to get going, to make it to the dinner on time and, finish, um, cleaning up my room before leaving.”

“I could take you there.”

“No thanks, I’ll see you there, bye.” You helped guide him to the door, a curt wave before he exited and shut it, locking it in a rush and moving back to the dining room table to clean the mugs.

You didn’t want to tell him all that, always insecure due to Gibbs being the prior boss of you and how people looked at that. Rumors were always spread about your and Aaron’s relationship, mostly about it being romantic.

Joining the team, you two easily hit it off due to your personalities. Always being filled with determination and stubbornness, refusing to give up till everything was done and right, even with files. Eventually you joined together, talked, spent most days with each other due to cases, and truly gained a very close friendship.

When rumors were getting around, glares were thrown your way, comments, left out by members who weren’t your immediate teams. People thought you were the cause of Haley and Aaron’s divorce, somehow word got around quickly, drama always does.

It was frustrating, already dealing with many different things at home, and even being in a relationship, it put so much unneeded stress and anxiety onto you.

So, getting into a relationship with Gibbs was a very reluctant thing on your part, he expressed his feelings first, but it was hard to accept them, despite the nerves he faced to do it.

Locking up the apartment, having all of your items with you, you made your way out the door and too your car, starting the drive to David’s house.

Upon arriving, you could hear light chatter in the home, lights on, and soothing music playing in the background. It sounded like everyone was having their fun, you couldn’t make out all the shadows of everyone indoors, just waiting outside for Jethro to arrive.

“Y/n?” You turned around at the sound of his voice, keys jingling in his hands as he walked up to you with a sly smile, shoving them in his pockets to place his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, love?” Be snaked them around, a kiss to your somewhat clothed shoulder.

“Nothing, just a bit nervous to introduce you to everyone,” You smiled back at him, he squeezed a little tighter, catching your lips in a quick kiss. “Looking at your team, yet?”

“Nevermind that,” He grumbled, removing his hands to now interlace your left one with his right. “We should go in, right?”

“Maybe we could head back, to my place, say you are sick or something?” You looked back at him with a pleading look, to which he just chuckled at, starting to move to the front door, pressing the doorbell as you groaned a little.

“You’ll be fine,” He looked back at you as Rossi answered the door, cheerful smile on his lips, glass of scotch in hand as he moved out of the way to let you in.

“Ah! Y/n!” He cheered, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then pulled back. “Glad you made it! This must be…”

“Y/n! Oh where is the man?” Penelope rushed in, coming right by you with her own fruity drink, then leaning to whisper in your ear. “Is this him, oo!”

“Uh, Jethro that’s David,” You pointed to the man who first greeted you, him and Jethro shaking hands. “This is Penelope, the one kind of like Abby,” You smiled, as she gave you a little look, turning back and enveloping him in a little hug. She quickly turned back to you.

“He looks a little intimidating,” She whispered as you just laughed.

“For sure,” You nodded.

“Can I offer you a drink?” David turned to you two, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Something like Garcia for you Y/n, and what about you Jethro?”

“Just call me Gibbs, and yeah that’s fine,” He corrected Rossi, taking your hand as the two of you walked more inside of the magnificent house.

It truly was so well designed, very expensive, and the appetizers adorning the oak wood table looked very delicious. You wanted to go and grab a bite, before you were actually led to the living room where everyone was currently sitting.

“L/n, finally made it,” Derek laughed, beer in his hand as he pointed at you with a little chuckle. “You always know how to be a bit late.”

“Fashionably late, I believe that’s what it’s called,” JJ corrected them with her own wine glass in hand, Will sat right besides her on one of the couch as most of them in that room joined in laughter.

“What can I say?” You laughed, walking over, feeling less nervous with the factor of introducing your boyfriend, taking a seat on another couch in the large room, Jethro automatically sitting right besides you.

“So, introduce us,” Emily motioned over to Jethro, sly smile playing on her lips.

“This is Jethro, but he goes by Gibbs, and, uh, this is the team,” You started to name everyone off while pointing to them, leaving off a few names due to your members introducing their own partners to you.

Emily, Derek, and JJ had all brought partners. Spencer and Penelope decided to ‘go together’ as if they were partners, and Hotch hadn’t arrived yet. Rossi also had his girlfriend helping him cook in the kitchen, making drinks for you and Gibbs now.

“So, you work at NCIS, right?” Spencer questioned. “The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, very interesting considering the type of crimes you investigate. I would love to hear more about some of your cases and how you went about it,” Spencer smiled, a small notebook being pulled out of his pocket with a pen.

“Yeah,” Gibbs just nodded, looking at you a little questioning, which you just chuckled at.

“Why should we talk so much about work, it’s something we all do too much of,” You joked, everyone laughing, as Dave came back out, handing some drinks.

“Fine, fine, what do you do for fun Mr. Gibbs?” Derek asked, putting a arm over the couch and pulling his girl closer to his side, the woman just on her phone.

“I like to build boats, a type of hobbie I’ve been doing for years.”

“Building boats? Where?” Will wondered, intertwining his fingers with JJ.

“My basement, a private workspace.”

“How do you get it out then?” Penelope inquired, now back by Spencer and her face in her hand, leaning closer to show her interest in Gibbs statement.

“I’d be no fun if you knew that,” He shrugged, taking a drink with a small smile as Penelope gasped, Emily mouthing how ‘I like him’. It was sweet how everything was going well.

They all continued to converse with Gibbs, easily accepting him apart of the conversation, it was sweet and you were now on your second drink, practically all nerves gone.

“Sorry we’re late,” A voice mentioned in the hallway, dressed in a fine suit with a beautiful woman standing besides him. He shrugged off the last of his coat as he hung it up, taking her hand and walking into the hallway a little.

“This is such a nice place, Aaron. Oh! Your friend, wow, so grand,” The woman admired, now truly getting in your line of sight.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, eyes interlocking with yours before falling onto Gibbs. “I’m Aaron, call me Hotch.”

“I’m Gibbs,” Your boyfriend stood up, moving over to the other man with his hand stuck out. “Call me that.”

You had a feeling this evening wouldn’t be as smooth as you hoped.

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵

Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘

Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth

You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.

Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.

You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home

But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.

You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage

You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.

Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.

You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.

You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!

So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?

You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.

It was down right torturous!

You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off

The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.

You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"

Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...

That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days

"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow

"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.

"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.

During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.

"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.

"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.

You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy

"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump

Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan

"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans

"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console

He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.

"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!

"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out

"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.

"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"

"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in

"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"

"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious

"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment

"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.

Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.

He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.

You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.

He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.

He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'

Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.

"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.

"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him

"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.

He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.

He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.

His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.

You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.

You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!

Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts

Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.

Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm

You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.

"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.

"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"

"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed

"Hands down... soo round two?"

"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people

"Good shout..." henry chuckled

"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered

"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.

"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.

"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought

"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously

"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"

"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex

"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present

"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.

"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.