#I'm sorry this got out of hand @blue-water-crystallis ;^;

[pandorxxx]

Sweet mind of yours…

Lo’ak x metkayinan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: fluff, smut, cursing, creampie, orgasms, p in v, belly bulge.

Synopsis: you and lo’ak had been close ever since he came to your clan seeking Uturu. It was clear that you both liked each other, but you were scared. Scared of what might happen if you finally let him in. What happens when you finally do?

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His words rolled off of his tongue like molasses with a bright smile. His baritone knocking you out of your trance.

You picked your head up, meeting his soft gaze. His eyes were pools of rich honey…inviting, almost too inviting. You were falling hard, and you knew other girls were too. He was the shiny new toy around the clan, but it seemed as if he wanted to spend all of his time with you.

His strong, calloused hands were delicately placed in his lap. His posture slightly slouched as he sat next to you on the edge of the rock. You’d normally bring him here to watch the sunset, but the sunset wasn’t the only view.

His freckles danced under the dimly lit sky, like painted constellations across his broad chest. His braided hair, placed in a loose ponytail as one braid covered his eye, courtesy of you. Once you told him how handsome he looked, he never stopped with the style.

His smile, so sweet and delicate. It made your heart flutter every time you saw him. And tonight seemed to prove no different.

“Thinkin’ about how dull my life was…before you came along.” You smiled back, a dusty purple tint staining your cheeks in nervousness.

“Is that so?” He asked playfully, bumping your shoulder with his gently. You let out a soft giggle, smiling down at your feet, swishing the ocean water around beneath you. You nodded in response.

“Yup. Know what else?” You turned to look at the side of his face briefly before turning away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to tell me, huh?” He chuckled, now staring at the side of your face, hoping you would give him the gift of your beautiful blue eyes. It was like you two were playing a game of tag. You were never good with direct eye contact, especially with lo’ak.

“How every girl here is probably frothing at the mouth for you.” You joked, but nothing about it was a game to you. It was scary to know that this could all end in the blink of an eye. He cocked an eyebrow, staring out into the crystal blue water.

“Nah. I'm not too much interested in any of those girls. Plus, I’ve got my eyes on a beauty already. Just wish she had her eyes on me…” the last sentence trailed off into the air as his eyes met the side of your face again. And you could feel the heat radiating on your cheek. He let out a patient sigh, kicking his feet languidly in the water.

“Why don’t you look at me?” He asked with a concerned tone. His hand engulfing yours. You felt your heart skip a beat, and you unintentionally pulled away from his embrace.

“I-I wasn’t trying to- Im sorry.” He panicked, before face palming, followed by a shake of his head in embarrassment. It became awkward, and you couldn’t help but think you ruined the moment.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to look at him for too long, or that you didn’t want him to touch you. In fact, you wanted all of those things more than anything else. You were just scared. Scared that if you stared at him for a second too long, you’d fall in love. Scared that if his fingertips grazed your skin the right way, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself. And although he was sending you all of the right signals, what if you misread them?

It was scary for you, all of it. There were so many worthy girls here. Why would it be you? How could it be…you? The silence filled the air, and he couldn’t take it. It was all too much for him.

He couldn’t read you even if he tried. He had a feeling that you liked him, but you never really let him in. Never opened up. He needed to know how you felt about this. Even if that meant pushing the boundaries of your friendship by making the first move.

“Y/n…” he sighed, shifting his entire body to face you. You swallowed thickly, as it seemed that he wasn’t going to let this go. You slowly shifted your entire body to face him as well, crossing your legs on the rock. He did the same, pulling you alittle closer to him by your waist. Being as gentle as possible with you.

“You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on in that sweet mind. I can’t read you, as much as I would like to.” He spoke softly, engulfing your hands in his, still searching for your eye contact. Your heart ached in fear, knowing that this was quite literally now or never.

“I-I can’t. Please don’t make me.” You shook your head, tears clouding your vision. So many feelings coming to the forefront. Feelings that you’ve worked so hard to suppress. It was safe to say that you were madly in love with him, so much that it hurt.

“Yes you can, please. I-I need to know what’s behind those beautiful eyes that you like hiding from me so much.” His hands trailed up to caress your cheek. An audible gasp escaped your lips. Your body began to heat up, and not in the way you’d think. Not so much with lust…it was deeper than that. It was as if you had finally found what you’d been searching for. The touch you’d been yearning for, but was too afraid to reach out and take. He was your missing piece, and it was evident now more than ever.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But I can't seem to shake the feelings I have for you. Can’t seem to shake the feeling that we belong together. I just wish I knew how you felt about me. It’s like I know you…but I don’t. I can’t make sense of this. So maybe we can help eachother.” He confessed, a hopeful smile creeping across his lips. And just like that, he had your attention.

Your eyes met his after his confession. Your ears flicking in the wind while your tail swayed high behind you. “There’s my girl…” he smiled, watching in awe at your reaction. Finally confirming what you felt for him, you didn’t even have to say it…but you felt the need to.

“Lo’ak, you just kinda came in and swept me off of my feet. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t know what this is either, but I know that I just wanna be with you. That’s all I wanna do, lo’ak.” You finally confessed, still maintaining that eye contact he’d been craving ever since he laid eyes on you.

He bit his lip with a cheesy smile. His hands finding your dainty arms, caressing them in a way of praising you for finally opening up to him. You shifted to your knees, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. His face was soft, yet his cheek bones were prominent and sharp. Your eyes traced over his intricate freckle pattern, unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Lastly, your eyes trailed over his lips. Your thumb gently brushing over his bottom lip. Now his tail was swaying high, patiently waiting for you to make the first move. He was just happy to witness you coming out of your shell. Just happy to be in your presence. He’d wait forever for you…

“If you wanna kiss me, I won’t stop you.” He chuckled. You bit your bottom lip, deciding that you wanted to do alittle more than that. You straddled his lap, holding onto his shoulders for support.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as his hands found their place on your waist. Your lips crashed into his, essentially answering his lingering question. He let out a satisfied groan, shifting his hands down to your hips. You grabbed the sides of his head to deepen the long overdue kiss, instinctively grinding into him.

His huge hands guided your hips to create the right amount of friction. You both moaning into the kiss at this point. You could feel his cock growing by the second, and he could feel the pool between your legs. It was absolutely bliss.

“May I?” Lo’ak asked in between kisses, tugging on the back of your loincloth. “You can do whatever you want to me.” You spoke breathily, moving down to his neck, leaving hickeys on his skin.

“Mmm baby, don’t get me started.” He grunted, planting sweet pecks on your shoulder as he untied your loincloth from around your tail. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to sit up briefly for him to pull the loincloth from underneath you, and you happily obliged.

An immediate flow of your slick trickled down to his thighs. You were more than ready for him, and had been for some time now.

“Take this off.” You whispered in his ear as you tugged on his loincloth with great force. He let out a soft chuckle at your sudden eagerness. He shifted you to your back, with him now kneeling between your legs. His eyes trailed your entire body, your freckles glistening in the night sky.

“So beautiful.” He shook his head in awe, reaching behind himself to untie his loincloth, the fabric dropping to the ground beneath him. His cock sprung up, hitting his belly with a loud, heavy slap. A string of precum oozing out of his tip. The freckles on his shaft

dancing individually in anticipation. Your legs had intentionally opened alittle more. You reached out, your fingertips just barely grazing over the base in wonder. He let out a soft gasp, his tail hitting the ground with force repeatedly in excitement.

“So beautiful.” You smirked, leaning back on the ground, ready for him to take you as his. Ready for him to have his way with you. He smiled at you, grabbing his cock to jerk it off slowly.

He then proceeded to thrust in between your wet folds, earning a soft moan from you. “Please, give it to me.” You whined, grabbing his cock to line it up with your aching hole. His eyes widened in anticipation, letting you take control for right now. With one simple push, you slide him into you slowly, your walls immediately sucking him in. You both letting out a series of moans.

“Fuuuck, baby girl.” He whimpered, gripping your hips to thrust into you expertly. Immediately hitting all the right spots in a matter of seconds. Your back bowed to the rock, exposing the large print In your lower belly with every hard thrust into you.

“Y-You’re in m-my fucking stomach, lo’ak.” You whined in pleasure, head tilted all the way back as your eyes rolled. Your dainty hand dancing around the print.

“I-I know, I know mama. Taking it so well, too.” He grunted, running his hand over the bulge briefly. The pleasure was consuming the both of you, more so you. You couldn’t seem to control the sounds that came out of your mouth, or the faces you made. It’s like lo’ak had completely control over you.

Your hands found their way to your face, trying to hide yourself from him. Your screams becoming muffled instantly. His thrusts quickened, and deepened. His tip constantly slamming against your sweet spot.

“No, no, no baby. I wanna see you.” He spoke lowly, gently grabbing your hands, holding both of your wrists in one of his large hands as he continued to fuck into you like it was the last time he’d see you.

You tucked your bottom lip into your mouth. Eyebrows furrowed, and face screwed in pleasure as you tried desperately to hide your cries.

“Oh come on, mama. Don’t hide from me. Let that shit out. You know you can’t hold it forever.” His baritone soothing your eardrum just right. He sent you slow, hard strokes. So intense that you had no other choice but to drop your jaw. Small whimpers escaping through with every meeting of his pelvis to yours.

“Yesss, juuust like that baby. Open up.” He nodded, licking his bottom lip as he stared into your eyes. He shifted your legs over his shoulders, before placing his hands on either side of your head. You were nearly folded in half. His face hovering just over yours, so there was no excuse not to look at him. He was deeper than he’d ever been, closer than he’d ever been.

“Lo’ak- t-oooo deep.” You whimpered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He just watched you in awe. You were so pretty taking all of him, and he couldn’t get enough.

“I know, baby. You’ve gotta take it for me. You’re too pretty like this.” He moaned, rolling his hips into you as he stared down at your flustered face, waiting for a reaction.

“Ohhh my- lo’ak! I-I love you! I love youuuu!” You screamed, legs beginning to shake. He nodded in satisfaction, his breaths becoming short and heavy.

“Mmm, I love you too baby.” He confessed, a slight whine in his tone before his bottom lip found comfort between his teeth. You could feel it, your stomach began to contract, almost like you were exercising. Every stroke was revealing trickles of your arousal flowing down to the surface beneath you, and it was becoming too much for lo’ak to bare as well.

“Shiiit, y/n. You’re gonna make me fucking cum. You’re d-driving me crazy baby.” He whined, before his lips crashed into yours. You both muffling eachothers loud moans as your peeks neared. “Lo’aaaak. I-I” you moaned deliriously between kisses.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me. I wanna feel that shit, you hear me?” He asked, a tinge of aggression in his tone. You nodded frantically, eyes locked on his.

“Cum in me. Pleaseeee!” You begged, pulling him in for another kiss. He sent you one hard thrust, rolling his hips into yours again with a loud growl against your lips. Your eyes crossed in pleasure. Your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, slipping off his shoulders and to the side of his hips. You pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you let go on him.

“Yessss, I-Im cumming lo’ak. I’m cumming!” You whimpered, walls fluttering around his sensitive shaft. He let out a series of low groans and growls as he emptied himself inside of you. Thrusting into you languidly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Take it all, baby. Milk me dry.” He moaned, rubbing his head into your neck, scenting you to claim you as his. He sent you one last stroke before leaving himself inside of you. You both catching your breath as he laid ontop of you.

“That was…” he started.

“Amazing” you finished.

He flipped you both over, you were now ontop of him and he laid flat across the rock. You two were now face to face. Sharing the same breath. It was beautiful. “If you’d let me. I’d love to see what’s going on in this beautiful mind of yours.” He smiled, grabbing his queue, bringing it In between you two. You watched his trendils dance. You lazily reach behind you, grabbing yours to bring it to the forefront. It was almost like a magnetic force, the way both of your trendils pulled towards eachother like they belonged together.

You both watched as they connected. Pupils blown with an audible gasp from both of you. It’s like your memories of eachother were in sync. A little movie playing of all the moments you spent with eachother. Only things that’s you two would share, now and forever.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more, lo’ak.”

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[greyeyedmonster-18]

we meet again

(so @arliedraws created a slytherin!sirius universe in which james in an auror and sirius is a death eater (or is he??) and they have unfulfilled homoerotic urges for one another and i...came up with this idea, and it's been in my brain (and @impishtubist's SMS text messages for licherally months). It seemed that arlies most recent day of birth was an appropriate time to drop this. xoxo)

--

James's cheeks hurt from smiling so widely as two first-year aurors brought out a cake, lit with an abundance of candles that shot up into the air spelling out Happy Retirement Auror Potter! To complete the package, the cake was decorated as a tropical lagoon. Crystal blue waters, and yellow sprinkles on top to mimic a sunset. Sending James a final subliminal message to cash in his 30 years of unspent vacation time, aside from a few days here and there, and disappear into the tropics. Off the grid, off radar, off the cases. Officially.

Not that James was one who ever said I cannot wait to retire in passing--because he had loved every moment of his years in the aurors department. His first year in the training program, his first big raid, his promotion to Senior Auror, to Director of the Department and finally in his last year, the ultimate promotion of having the responsibility of training new aurors. He had put in the work, and he could leave the department and rest easy knowing everyone left behind would continue to do faithful and just work for the wizarding world. Including his son, Harry who, after years of telling James no I'm not coming into the department, I don't want to, I'm not following in your footsteps, shove off, Dad and trying a host of obscure occupations just to prove a point (most recently a shop clerk at Florean Flortescue) he finally confessed to James he had applied.

James tried to pretend he wasn't elated. Harry tried to pretend he wasn't equally as excited, both of them concealing smiles on Harry's first day in the department. Keeping it cool as the Potter Men were known to do.

"I can't believe you actually did it," Harry said, as cake was passed around, the retirement party in full swing. James was halfway through his slice, blue frosting magically enchanted to pool around the rim of his plate.

"Did you doubt it?"

"Yes," Harry stressed, alongside Moody and Sturgis Podmore, both chatting within earshot. Harry gave James a pointed look, as if to say see, it's not just me. "I thought you were going to delay it again just last week when you got all weepy about writing the report details for your last training class. 12 pages--"

"It's important to be thorough--"

"And that last one was damp, swear," Harry teased, and James shook his head cutting off another bite of cake.

"Oh, just you wait. You'll be crying at your desk too when the time comes," James told him, teeth tinted blue as he spoke, "and you'll look around and wonder where the time went and wish you could--"

Harry dropped his head to the side, closing his eyes and letting out a small snore, earning a loud laugh from Moody, before pretending to wake up, "Sorry? I must've fallen asleep while you were reminiscing."

"Reflecting," James corrected.

"Much more interested in our vacation--"

"Oh no, you're much too busy," James told him, letting out a low whistle, "I've seen that training curriculum and I don't think you'll have time for much of anything for the next few...years?" James shrugged, "Looks like I'll be seeing Santorini, and Turks and Caicos all by myself. Maybe I'll finally take your advice and," James paused to think for a moment, "What is it you've been telling me? Find--"

James sentence was cut off by the department doors opening, Kingsley Shacklebolt striding in, violet robes trailing behind him, jaw clenched and eyebrows close together. James couldn't help but laugh a little as Harry seemed to straighten up, putting his hands behind his back as the Minister of Magic made his way toward Moody and the other Senior Aurors in the room. James had known Kingsley for years--and by extension, Harry had known Kingsley for years, but everything seemed to shift when Kingsley went from Your Dads Friend with the Cool Tattoos and Earrings, to Minister of Magic and Effectively Your Boss. Harry cleared his throat and gave James a nod, before following the other younger aurors in looking extremely busy around the office. Suddenly papers were all too out of place, and there was much work to be done, when only moments before, they were playing a rousing game of napkin Quidditch.

"Sorry, Potter, this celebration may have to be cut short. Auror Bones just sent a patronus, and that burglary down at Diagon Alley might not be so simple after all," Shacklebolt said, dropping his voice lower, "The owner of the shop confessed to having some...untoward artifacts in the back, and you'll never guess what was taken."

"What kind of artifacts?" James asked.

"You're retired, Potter."

James looked at his watch, "I'm not retired for another two hours, now what kind of artifacts?"

"Reliquaries is how the owner described them. Heirlooms that have been passed down in his family for centuries...which means--"

"Layers of dark magic." Moody mumbled.

"That's not the important piece, I'm afraid," Kingsley continued, "The only reason the owner knew there had been a burglary was because the backdoor was left unlocked. I remember when I was a junior auror here...there was a series of home theft...shop theft...all of them with the back entry way left open and--"

"A note," James cut him off immediately, eyes wide as his heart pounded against his rib cage. He could feel a flush fall over his body, acid rising in his throat.

"Oh no," muttered Moody.

"What did the note say?" James asked again and Kingsley hesitated, sharing a glance with Moody.

"Potter, you're retiring, enjoy your--"

"What did the note say?" James asked again, this time loud enough to catch the attention of other members of the department.

"Finders keepers."

--

James's ears were ringing as he left the auror department, not even pausing after Kingsley had spoken the words on the note. Two single words, and suddenly James couldn't see straight. Couldn't think straight.

Finders keepers, finders keepers, finders keepers.

It didn't matter that James was set to retire in an hour and a half.

It didn't matter he had left a party in his honor. It also didn't matter that his lips were stained blue from cake, or that he had dinner plans with Harry after the party to celebrate, just the two of them. He threw open the door to his office, the walls now barren and the space void of any personal touches, and quickly went toward his filing cabinet.

This case, had been the only one James had be removed from. This case, had been the only one in thirty years that had just been marked closed with no real resolution. A series of home thefts over the course of three months, all seemingly connected, but they came up empty every time, eventually abandoning it. After three months, after James was removed from the case, not a single report.

Every time a burglary had been called in since, James read the file and poured over every detail, hoping for more information. For a reason to reopen the case. But none was ever found. James had the dates memorized. Pulling each report one by one, and opening them to the notes found at each scene.

Finders keepers.

He grabbed the files, shrinking them and shoving them into the pockets of his robes, wand in hand as he left his office once more, closing the door behind him. Moody, and Kingsley were already on their way down the hall, nearly chasing after James, urgency in their footsteps to stop him from doing something stupid.

"Potter!" Moody barked

"Evening, Alastor. I believe I have a party to be getting back to," James said simply, though sweat was dripping down his back, beading on the center of his forehead. He ran a hand through his greying hair, in a way he hoped was nonchalant and not in a way that looked dangerously suspicious.

"Potter, do I need to remind you, you were removed from this case and--"

"I'm retired, w-why in Merlins name would--don't be--no, I-I'm not, and there's no, it's a party! I'm having a great time, have a good night!" James gave them both a wave before resuming his brisk walk-run down the hallway, shoes squeaking on the tile floor, eager to get out of the department

He knew where to go.

He knew he shouldn't be going there.

But.

He had to.

There was a fireplace on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic for floo access. James approached the fireplace, thinking, briefly, that perhaps it was foolish to think that after all this time he might still have access--clearance-- to this location. He grasped a handful of floo powder anyway, closing his eyes as he stepped into the fireplace.

"NUMBER TWELVE GRIMMAULD PLACE!"

--

The sitting room looked exactly as James remembered it.

Sort of.

The curtains had been changed. They were a deep yellow now instead of grey like they were the last time James was here. The carpet had been removed, and James stepped out of the fireplace onto cool hardwood floors.

The pristine black leather couch, and the gaudy chandelier were the same though. So were the end tables, and the armchair in the corner with a hand-embroidered throw pillow. James had laughed at it then, because a crook shouldn't have had something so dainty and delicate so proudly on display in their home. So distracted by the decor, the once familiar smells and sounds of Number 12, he didn't notice the man in the doorway.

"I have to admit, Potter, this is quite the surprise."

James jumped, hand immediately grasping the wand on the inside of his robes, attention turning toward the man in the doorway. Dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, not quite tucked into his trousers; dark hair cut shorter than the last time James saw him. 20 years ago. He was wearing house slippers, which shouldn't have been odd, considering they were indoors and among other names James could've called him, Sirius Black was far from a barbarian, and knew better than to wear shoes around the house. But the slippers were fur lined. And James had to stop the corners of his mouth from grinning--just as they had at the pillow.

All at once, James was in his thirties again. Not his fifties.

And he was staring at Sirius Black. Tall, dark, irritating, criminal , Sirius Black. Thoughts racing, with absolutely nothing to say. Tongue swollen in his mouth.

"I could have you arrested," Sirius remarked casually, tilting his head to the side. "I believe this is what people in your line of work call trespassing, isn't it?"

"Your floo let me in," James responded, sounding much younger, and much more petulant than he intended. It was always that way around Sirius. James had thought that years as an auror would put him in a better position to deal with Sirius Black and his quick tongue. That this time he would be ready, and James would be able to respond with ease and not stare and stammer as he did in the past.

He was wrong.

"Ah, so this is just poor manners? Or did I forget the moment I invited you to my home? Did we have dinner plans?"

"Well, no but--"

"No to poor manners? Or no I didn't forget?"

James rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, "We didn't have plans, Black. I'm not here for a chat--"

"But we have so much to catch up on. It's been ages-- how's your son?"

"Cut the shit, Black. I know you were behind the burglary down in Diagon Alley."

Sirius gasped, pressing his hand to his chest, looking surprised and affronted by James's accusation, "Me? But I've been at home all day. Baking. Would you like a slice of rhubarb, Potter?" Sirius gestured with his head, turning around to walk back through the doorway and down the hall of Grimmauld Place.

James followed.

"Well, don't stand there, you can have a seat. Make yourself at home," Sirius gestured to the kitchen table. Fresh flowers in the center. James took a seat, watching as Sirius waved his wand to begin slicing a pie on the counter, all the while smirking at James with his arms folded across his chest. "Do you still take your tea with cream?"

"No!" James objected, "I mean, I do but don't offer me tea, I'm here--"

"Yes, yes, very official auror business, I remember. Just because you have poor manners and show up unannounced to people's homes--"

"I don't!"

"--doesn't mean that I do, and you're a guest in my home, so I am going to offer you tea. Do you still take it with cream?"

"Yes...thank you," James said, watching as Sirius poured two cups of tea, sending them over to the table, along with the pie before joining James.

Black still had that same damn smile. Not a grey hair in sight, though had more creases under his eyes.

"Thank you," James repeated, looking down at the pie in front of him, something clicking in his brain. "Why...why do you have this pie?"

Sirius smiled slowly. "Why not?"

"Why do you have a rhubarb pie, Black?"

"Well, since you asked. A little birdie told me you were retiring from the auror department and...I just thought I'd...prepare for the occasion. It's your favorite, isn't it?"

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Just fine.

Pairing: Austin butler x reader

Warning: short smut (sorry ya'll), Pregnant sex, Sweetheart Austin, Mention of miscarriages, Crying, hurt/comfort, fingering, gentle/ rough sex, Austin drinking Mc's breast milk, Oral (Fem) and masturbation.

Summary: You were on your last semester before you met your bundle of joy, and needed to fuck Austin like you needed oxygen to live but He wouldn't and you didn't know why.

"Austin, Babyy please," you begged looking at your husband with weepy eyes as he got ready for work. You hungered for the man like a lioness hungered for Zebras, Hungered like a bee for honey, you wanted his natural nectar badly, and everything your husband was doing is suddenly enticing, running his fingering though his hair? You wanted to pull his locks as he fucked you, suck on his fingers. Reading a book? You wanted to make him read out loud with no doubt a stutter as you throuted his cock, Got out the shower? You wanted to lick the water off his chest.

You being horny was understatement.

And what makes it worse was he refused to have sex with you and you didn't know why. You of course made moves like sucking a lollipop like you did his dick, wearing tight underwear so he could see your outer lips through the fabric and everything that ever turned him on, it effected him you could see but he didn't budge. He was like a pure unmoving, unforgiving stone but you will creak that stone or you simply might go crazy.

Austin would be home in a few minutes and you set your plan in action. Your back arched as best as it could when you're nine months along, your fingers rubbed the button of nerves as your other hand slide the dildo of your husband's sculpted cock the best you could, whine of Austin's name fell from your mouth, getting louder as you heard the front door and footsteps coming up the stairs. Austin opened the shared bedroom, visibly tired but that tiredness snapped away as his blue crystal eyes widen, his orbs zeroing in on the dildo sucked into your soaked cunt, your lidded eyes looking at him as you mewled, he gulped before turning around "Austin please! I need you so much." you cried out desperately making your husband pause "Austin, please.." you begged, Austin took a deep breath in and turned to you, a battle raging away in his mind, he gave in and took off his white shirt, crawling on to the bed. His eyes darken as his breathing because faster "Let me." he muttered as he pulled the colorful dildo out and replaces it with two of his fingers, he moved your hand away from your clit, he laid on his stomach, his lips so closer to the bud, his fingers moved as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around while he sucked hard, his fingers curved at the spot that made your eyes roll back, his tongue licks between your folds to your clit all the while his eyes met yours, intense lust drowned in those sapphires. It was too overwhelming, you moaned loudly as your head throwback on the pillow as you cum on his face and hand, pants left you as the high washed out over you, fuck it had been too long, but it was not enough to satisfy you "Austin?" you questioned hurriedly as he began to get off the bed "Yeah?" he replied looking everywhere but you "What's wrong? Why won't you fuck me?" you sat up, wishing he'd look at you " I-" he started but paused, gulping he started again "I'm scared, what if we lost this one too?" his voice creaked at the end, his tear-filled orbs finally looked back at you, a look of pure sadness and fear laced his face, and fighting hard to hold back his tears.

Suddenly it made sense to you. You had hard times getting pregnant though you and he went at it, like animals in heat and rut, you had got pregnant three times before this, and losing the babies was hard on you and even harder on him, he always believed it was his fault somehow "Oh baby" you cooed softly, scooting to him and holding his cheeks "We okay, we're doing everything right. We won't lose the baby, they are as strong as their daddy" you wiped the stray tears, looking and smiling at him like he holds the moon and stars "You think so?" he asked hopelessly "I do." you whispered, pulling him into a loving kiss.

The kiss became quickly heated, your lips massage his, and your back hit the bed as you helped him take off his clothes, his ring-covered fingers lined his cock to your weeping cunt, whimpering to feel him so deeply. His lips met yours once again before sliding into you slowly, every inch rubbing your walls just right, you both moaned as he began to move, hips moving like that of a pro dancer, rolling them sharply as his hot tongue encircled your aching stiff nipple. His lips latched onto it at last, milk filling his mouth, overstimulating his tastes buds, his thrusted sped up as he which to your other breast doing the same treatment "M-More!" you begged, his lidded eyes locked with your watery ones before pounding into your pussy and his fingers toyed with your clitoris roughly.

Each and every thrust felt better than the last, your eyes widen as he pushed your legs to your enlarged belly, forcing you into a mating press position "Fuck!" you screamed, the new angle triggering your climax, Austin let go of your tit and moaned, your pussy clenching around, trigger his own, his cum painted your wall with a cream thick white. Pulling out carefully and he collapsed beside you "Fuck," he muttered "I missed that." he sighed content, pulling you close to him, and placing a kiss on your forehead.

A few months later, you gave birth to a healthy baby girl. You finally got what you wished for more than anything. You couldn't wait to see what the future held for your family.

[iamatinydinosaur]

🪻Bruce🪻

First Encounter

Bruce sat on the sand looking out to sea in a small cove about an hour away from the resort. He couldn't believe this has happened. He separated from Brandi a year and a half ago. Now his divorce is final. He never thought it would happen. He thought he would grow old with her and die with her surrounded by his children. He sighed knowing that dream faded completely into existence. However, now she's quit the resort and has taken the kids with her. They've got shared custody. However, he wanted his family back.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone would be here." He heard a small voice behind him. Bruce spun around and saw a smaller green troll. "Oh no, you're fine." He smiled at the troll. "Please sit." The green troll sat next to him. He looked at her as she sat. She was pretty. "I'm Y/N." She said extending a hand towards him. He gently took it shaking it. "Bruce, I own the resort." He said. They both looked out towards the blue crystal clear water. There was a slight breeze.

"Why are you out so far from the resort?" Bruce asked looking at the troll. "I'm here with my family. My sister organized a family holiday. Because I'm not seeing anyone I have been tasked with looking after the kids most of the time because as I quote "You don't have anyone to spend time alone with". I discovered this cove when I got a break from everything on the first day. I've come here everyday since for breaks from my family. If you own the resort why are you so far from it?" She asked looking at the brozone member. He sighed. "I'm not sure if I should tell this to someone I just met..." He muttered. Bruce explained his situation. From him meeting with his brothers and getting back in the band. This causing his marriage to fall apart, from not being at home a lot. Y/N listened. She felt sorry for the troll.

The next couple hours they used to get to know each other. They found out that Y/N is 5 years younger than him and have a lot in common. both love to surf, cook, have the same book taste and love the same music. Bruce looked at the sunset. "We've been out here a while maybe we should head back." He suggested getting up, dusting the sand off his shorts. He offered her his hand to help her up. She took it gratefully. They walked back to the resort talking and laughing. He felt so relaxed and felt his troubles slowly rush away.

"Thank you for spending the evening with me, kinda don't want it to end." Y/N said shyly kicking at the dirt, avoiding eye contact. Bruce smiled at her shyness. "How about everyday you're here we meet here at 6 o'clock and we head to the cove or go for a walk to a different part of the island." Bruce said taking her hand kissing it, his charming side coming out. Y/N face blew up to a dark red color. They agreed and said goodbye with a hug.

That night for the first time in a while Bruce fell asleep with a smile on his face.

A/N: I'm on a roll. Here's some Bruce for his fan group out there. Hope you enjoyed it!!! Also I will like to say I love Brandi, I think she's a great character. I felt sad writing this.

@pendephoebe

[star-dust-stuf]

Goodnight Robicheaux x fem!reader

title: bottled up emotions, whiskey lullaby

warnings: pregnancy, labor pains, blood, fluff that'll make you cry

a/n: sorry, this has to be done. definition of real romance. i love this and I hope you like it too, sorry for typos, with love.

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It was getting dark, too dark and too dangerous for us to continue back to the town on the horses. He insisted we stopped and start a fire near the tree, laying a blanket down for me. It was a windy out but it wasn't too cold. And there were coyotes yelling in the distance, he had his gun ready beside him as he smoked his cigar. 

I settled to sit on the blanket close to him next to the fire, having some issues due to how big I was, he chuckled at this. "Youre gettin' quite big." 

I smile a little, looking at the fire. "You think a baby out here would be better than one around lots of other people?"

Goodnight sighs a little, smiling, the smoke came out fo his mouth, "if you're worried about the rest of that town hearing your howls I'm sure they'd understand." His voice was soft.

I shake my head, "not that, it's the fact that it's so peaceful out here."

"If you think this, out here is a good place for birth then you say the words darlin'." I smile and leaned a little to give him a kiss, he leaned forward too and gave my lips a soft touch. It was only after a while that i stood up, brushing off my dress, he tilted his head and looked up at me, taking his hat off. "What's the matter?" 

I look at him, "I feel funny." 

He smirked, "funny? Is it the baby?" 

I nod a little, placing my hands on my bump. "It feels different." He stood up, he got to me and put his hands on each of my arms.

"If you have any pain tell me." He stood over me. His crystal blue eyes lit up in the fire. I look up at him, all the sudden I felt a small amount of pain got me scared, so scared I gripped his arms. "Sweetheart...?"

In that moment, it happens. The waters from me soaked the dirt below me and he looks down, he noticed the dampness and looked back to me, a small smile, sweet and concerned but not too concerned to scare me. "Well would you look at that." 

I exhaled shakily and he put one of his hands on the side of my belly and the other on my back, "shh, shh, shh."

"I can't, I.. I can't." I lowered myself back onto the blanket and so did he.

"Now, you listen here. You're a strong, brave woman and I need you to remember that I'm going to be here the whole damn time." His voice was stern but soft, he never forgot his word.

I nod a little, holding onto his hand, "just don't let me go." I was shaky, tears falling down my cheeks.

He smiled and wiped my tears with the stroke of his thumb. "Theres my beautiful girl." I grip onto him as a contraction set in, making me do nothing but cry out, he smiled sadly and comfortingly as I did and whispered in my ear as he held me close. "That's it." 

I groaned loudly and held onto him till it ended, leaving me already exhausted and panting, he rubbed my back as my head was pressed to his chest. It was a painful experience for sure and he knew that, he's always known that. His gray beard brushes against my soft cheek but it was a comforting feeling, a feeling I needed. 

As the contractions continued there wasn't anything but my yells, cries, and screams. He wanted some way to calm me a little though he didn't want me to stop doing something so natural. "Sweetheart, do you hear that?" He whispered softly.

I look at him, my face glowing with sweat as the fire flickered, "mmh." I moan softly as he kisses my forehead and smiled down at me.

"Those mountains echoing back at us like a choir." I cried out once again, hearing that echo he spoke about. He gently rubbed my back in a soothing motion and made sure I was comfortable till I needed to start pushing, which didn't take long. 

He let me lean back on him and held each of my hands, kissing my temple and whispering in my ear as I pushed, pressing up against him. "That's it." He put some wet locks behind my ear.

I screamed out and grip his hands even tighter before I was able to rest. His eyes swelled with tears when I cried his name. "Robicheaux!" 

He rocked me gently, his lips resting on the top of my head as tears fell from his eyes, "that's my girl, that's my beautiful girl." 

I cried out again, gripping his hands tight and leaning against him. He moved the rim of my dress upwards of my thighs before he gentle held one of his hands under it. "Almost there. Push!"

I cried aloud and pressed my back against him, he laughed softly as he realized how absolutely amazing it was, how incredible it is to see the woman he loved give birth to his child. And when I gave that last push he helped me lift my baby up onto my chest.

The baby crying loudly, Robicheaux touched the babys head gently before grabbing cloth from his back pocket and cleaned the baby's face from the blood. Robicheaux smiled and brushed my damp hair back, "oh sweet thing. You did it." 

I cried, holding our crying baby close, "I couldn't have done it without you." 

"It's a girl." He laughed with complete joy. I smiled, tears in my eyes and sweat in my forehead. His eyes all glossy as he continued to wipe the babys face gently. He gently took the baby and wrapped her up all warm and cozy, kissing the top of my head and carefully pulled me closer to him putting my dress down over my legs. 

Through the rest of the night it wasn't hard for me to get to sleep. Though the blessing was still there, the happiness and the beautiful sight of the new born in my husbands arms. The baby's cries were the most beautiful thing to hear, it was life and he knew that better than anyone. 

As he held me close with our wrapped up baby in my arms he touched the baby's head again, brushing through her thin hair and seeing how peaceful she was sleeping, he chuckled. "Seems like she's exhausted." 

I smile softly, my eyes exhausted. "She's so small..." 

Robicheaux stroked my hair back and kissed my temple, "she's beautiful like her mother..." I rest my head on his chest once again and held our sleeping daughter in my arms. 

[queer-aunty]

"Maybe we can be weird together"💚💙

Ship: Fremillei [Collei × Freminet]

They got me in a chokehold, so i'm planning a fanfic about them being penpals. This scene is after a chaotic event and it's a little awkward between them. It's a little snippet, so I hope you enjoy:)

A silence was between them, both not knowing what to say. In front of them was the wide blue of the ocean and the wind was blowing around their ears, playing with their hair. “S-sorry", Freminet stuttered. Collei looked at him confused. “Why are you saying that?” Freminet didn’t look up. “I don’t want you to feel weird around me. I’m just not good with other people”, he paused for a second, “Everything is easier, when I’m writing it down in a letter. But in reality it’s a lot harder to talk to other people. I hope I didn't upset you.”

Collei laughed. Freminet looked at her laughing, confused, but also...stunned. Wow. How can someone have such a laugh. It reminded him of the dance of the jellyfish in the ocean, how she looked like in the moment reminded him of the peace he always felt when the sun shone through the ocean's surface as he swam among all the fish and plants in the sea. He felt like something inside of him wanted to be closer to her. To be more around her. All around him was forgotten and the only thing, which mattered was her with the green hair and those amethyst crystal eyes. “I’m sorry for laughing”, Collei said in embarrassment, pulling him out of his daydreaming, “this whole time I thought I was weird. I was stuttering so much and felt so nervous. And I felt so embarrassed, when I dropped the cup back there and everyone was watching me.” She scratched the back of her head, flustered. Freminet looked down to his hands, which were on his lap. “Maybe….we can be weird together. I mean, I don’t really like it to be around other people and this whole penpal thing was my brothers idea. But I’m glad I found you, someone, who is… similar to me.” His eyes shifted aside to Collei, who nodded with a smile. Was she feeling the same way? “I feel the same way”, she answered softly to his unspoken question as she gazed to the ocean, where the sun sank down into the water, reflecting in the surface of the depths of the underwaterworld, painting the sky and clouds in beautiful orange-red-pink colours.

[microwave-core]

I've been plagued by thoughts about the cooking skills of the champions for some reason and have no choice but to write them down so here you go. Blue strikes me as the type of person who has the potential to be a great cook but rarely ever puts the effort in. He just doesn't care too much for cooking. He has other things to do and he can get food somewhere else. That being said, if he is cooking for another person, than he is going to go all out because he is a try hard. Complimenting his cooking gives him the biggest ego boost.

Red is a microwave cooker, as in at least 90% of his meals are going in the microwave. Average meal consists of a cup of noodles and a mug brownie. It's passable, it works enough for him and that's all he cares about. Dude lived on a mountain for a long ass time, he doesn't need luxury, he just needs to get by. He has a male living space, I'm sorry.

Lance is pretty average. Your not getting anything incredible out of him, but you know it's never going to be terrible. He also seems like the kind of person to eat the equivalent of chicken and rice for every meal almost every day of the week. He's not against making something else or eating out, but he would prefer to just make something quick and move on with his day.

Steven is banned from the kitchen. This man will burn water. Anything he touches will be scorched in an instance. Don't ask him how it happens, he doesn't know, his hands just turn ingredients to dust upon making contact, and no amount of supervision or guidance can save him. The only reason he should be manning a stove is to be making Bismuth crystals.

Wallace is a great cook and also loves cooking. He will make a banger meal, every meal, every day of the week, and he takes pride in that. He loves to cook for other people, both to show off and take care of them. He is also the only reason why Steven hasn't died of malnutrition. If they ever get divorced, Steven is in danger.

Cynthia would be on the better end of average. Still not anything incredible, but, again, you know it's never going to be bad. But she definitely seems like the type who would much prefer to eat out at any and every opportunity, especially with company. She doesn't dislike the act of cooking, she just doesn't like how long it takes.

Alder is a grill dad. At every event-family gatherings, league mandated meetings, Ghetsis' court hearing-he is outside and he is grilling. He's got the kiss the cook apron and sandals and everything. Whatever he makes, it is going to be delicious, and you will almost defiantly be sent home with tons of leftovers. Man is just dad shaped.

Iris feels like she ranges between incredible and terrible. As in, she will either make one of the most delicious things you've ever had in your entire life or the worst thing you've ever put in your mouth, and there is no in between. It's entirely dependent on what she makes, like she has some recipes that are baller and anything outside of that is risky at best. Also seems like the type who would make really good ramen.

Diantha is also a great cook, but she rarely has the time to do any actual cooking. Girl is way too busy juggling the work of being both a champion and movie star to set aside time to cook. She's almost always going to eat out, mainly around Lumious City. She's practically a regular at every major café, as she constantly cycles between them for each meal of the day.

Kukui is pretty good, but is also a group cooker. He needs to be cooking with another person, whether that be his wife, or his pokemon, or one of his many adopted children, or his actual child. It doesn't matter, he just needs to be with someone to talk and mess around with. it's lonely when no else is there.

Hau only eats Malasadas. It is the only thing he has consistently eaten for years. The fact that he is still alive is a mystery. People close to him are constantly offering to eat out because that is the only way he will eat literally anything else. It's not that he doesn't like other foods, or that he's a picky eater, he just really likes Malasadas.

Leon is on the lower end of average. He can usually make a passable meal, but he's gonna miss sometimes. He's also never at home, so he rarely even has time to cook with to begin with. However, as a baker? He's nothing short of immaculate. Easily the best baker on this list. He would win The Great Galarian Bake Off every year without any competition.

Geeta is an enigma. Is she good? Is she bad? Incredible? Terrible? Only she knows. She's also the type who barely ever has time to cook to begin with, being the workaholic that she is. She probably hasn't touched a stove in years, and has very little desire to change that fact. Do not ask her to cook, she will not do it.

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ saves the world sentence starters pt 1 ( created using lyrics from muna's saves the world album. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

i want to grow up

i want to put away my childish things

i think that i'm ready to take this song off repeat

i'm tired of the party games

i'm calling their blugg

they always turn out the same

i want to grow old

i want to lay down

i want to let go

i want to grow

so i heard the bad news

nobody likes me and i'm gonna die alone in my bedroom

looking at strangers on my telephone

wouldn't you like if i believed those words?

if i'm born to lose, i'll never try and i will never learn

i've been looking at myself in the mirror

don't leave me now

oh my god, like i'm your number one fan

so iconic

i would give my life just to hold your hand

i'm your number one fan

here's the bad news

i'm coming for everyone and i'm coming on strong

new hair and new shoes

i get what i like because i do what i want

in the thick of it

will you stick up for me?

are you gonna believe that i can do it?

love me in the way that only you can

by my number one

if i see my old friends, we'll go out dancing

if we go out dancing, then we'll go to the bar

if we go to the bar, then there's gonna be drinking

if i drink, i wanna see where you are

i don't see my old friends

i don't go dancing

i don't do most things i used to do

now that i'm thinking about it i did most things to get to you

no one ever told me leaving was the easy part

i gotta stay away

leaving you was easy

now i gotta do what's hard

stay away

if i go driving, then i'll put on music

ig i put on music, then i'll play your song

if i play your song, then i think i'll lose it

end up pulled up at the front of your lawn

i don't go driving

i just stay in

every moment is a fork in the road

all my roads lead back to you

if i turn off the light, then i might start thinking

if i start thinking, i'll think of the time when you said that you love me

you said i was perfect

you said you were sorry

you said you were selgish

if i don't stop it, before i know it all the bad things never happened

you never lied or treated me bad

if you did then you'll wish you hadn't

start believing you were right and i was too dramatic

i gotta leave the light on for tonight

any little misstep, i'll be at your doorstep

talking about forgiveness, giving you my heart back

just so you can break it one more time

i never thought you knew what love was until i heard you sing a love song

with the way that you treat me i had to reach my own conclusions

i thought your heart was stone

i thought you never let your feelings show

who are you singing about now?

you sounded clear as a crystal

you sounded soft as the rainfall

every note was a lump in my throat

i knew i had to hear it all

it was like a dream to hear such a sweet melody

i knew it was for not me

i need to know who

drove to the mountains in the morning

on the way back down, i thought my breaks would broken and the road would end

i would just keep going through the air and into the pacific ocean

i'm just trying to keep my head above water

get enough sleep and drink enough water

i'm so navy blue

i'm so navy blue over you

took a train to a friend's house

feeling shaken

seems like you somehow turn up when i'm at my weakest

don't know what to say so leave it blank like silence

go back home and wait for some new change that's coming

do you know that i've been holding my breath all of this time?

weren't you going to call me when you got back?

was it all lies?

weren't you going to love me if i just did everything right?

i don't know if i like love

i think i've had enough

seems like it's alright for some

it's just i'm not one

consider this my resignation

please consider this an end

deliver this recitation to the one who did me in

i'll never love again

i don't know if i like songs

i think maybe i was wrong

to think i could make it hurt less with a chorus sing-song

consider this, cause this is it

deliver this last performance to the source from which it stems

are you happy?

[lover-222]

See You Again (Alejandro Balde)

...

y/n was a law school student in new york, she was finally on summer break. she decided going to the dominican republic would definitely be a fun trip. in another place of the world was barça's new boy, alejandro balde. he was going to the dominican republic to his parents hometown. it was always so nostalgic for him to go back and finally relax.

the water felt amazing on her skin. it was glistening under the sun, it lightly beamed on the crystallized water and on her golden like skin. y/n laid down her towel down on one of the chairs. she laid down and put her sunglasses on, taking in that dominican sun. she felt so at ease until a soccer ball came in contact with her legs, she jumped by surprise and whined from the strong sting as she rubbed the area.

a boy who looked about your age came running to you, "i'm so sorry!! are you okay??!!", he said as he looked at her worried.

she looked at him, he was concerned and worried. although she was more stunned by his body and handsome face. little did she know, he was feeling the same thing.

"yes i'm fine don't worry about it" she smiled at him.

alejandro felt really bad, so he invited y/n to a local smoothie shop, as well as his favorite childhood place. she agreed and they began their way to the shop. once they arrived they ordered their smoothies, y/n got a mango smoothie while ale got a mixed berry smoothie. she took a sip of the sugary drink, the substance danced on her tongue.

she looked at him with wide eyes, "oh my god this is amazing" she smiled.

"this is my comfort place ever since childhood, i'd come here with my parents and my friends while i was growing up" he explained as he reminisced on his younger years.

alejandro and y/n got to know each other. she learned his favorites color was blue, he was a barcelona football player, he was a libra, and was born in spain. he learned that she was a law student in ny, her favorite color was lilac, she was a virgo, and loved to read.

they didn't notice that they had talked for a long time until they noticed the sunset.

"do you want to go back to the beach and watch the sunset?" he asked her, his eyes gleamed, she happily nodded.

they sat down on the cool sand, the golden colors complimented her skin and her eyes. he looked at her, she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. she was down to earth, everything he liked she had; his dream girl right next to him.

"i enjoyed my time with you ale" she told him as she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"i did too, i was wondering if i could get your number?" he asked, she nodded and grabbed his phone, she put her contact in and gave it back.

y/n end ups hanging out with alejandro for the majority of her summer break. he took her to one of the famous waterfalls there. the water splashed all over the place, she was glad that she found someone like him. he was different, he was always smiling and had an amazing personality.

"the water is so colddd ale" she shivered.

"once you're in it for a while it's not cold anymore look" he said as he held out his hand which she gladly placed her hand in. she trusted him, she'd go to the end of the world with him. as crazy as it seemed, only knowing him for a very short time she felt like she knew him all her life.

they walked to the epitome of the splashing water, he hugged her as the cold water splashed on them. she hugged him tighter to conceal her shivers. she seemed to warm up quickly and danced in the water. the two swam gracefully while also laughing, playfully bickering, and just being in their company.

later on in the week ale and y/n went to a near by club, they danced till their feet hurt. they felt the rhythm of every song in their bones. they swayed their bodies together on beat.

they'd get too comfortable on the dance floor which none of them mind. her back was facing him, her hips rotated in a perfect rhythm while he placed one hand on her waist. his grasp on her was gentle, there was a difference. he was gentle, caring, respectful; not like the other guys she's been with who were selfish, douchebags, and overly possessive.

the shots and drinks kept coming in, tequila shots mixed in with sweet flavorings were hitting the spot. perhaps too much, y/n was slowly but surely getting too intoxicated; while ale was already intoxicated not by the alcohol but by her. her scent, her features and her intellect was enough for him to fall for her.

after a long night of clubbing and drinking alcohol like it was pure water, they finally headed home. he dropped her off at her airbnb, making sure that she was all set. he placed a garbage can next to her bed just in case she felt sick later and a bottled water with a pill for her hang over tomorrow morning.

as she came into her room she took of her outfit and put on a big shirt and small shorts. ale was turned around the whole time. she then drunkly took of her make with makeup wipes.

"you can look at me you know i don't mind" she playfully winked while he turned around and shook his head while he scoffed.

y/n crawled into her bed and covered herself in her blankets. as he was about to exit her bedroom, he was stopped by the pretty girl.

"wait ale can you stay with me porfavor?" she pulls him down on the bed.

he rubbed her hand softly and nodded, "i'll be gone by the morning mi amor", he softly said but she was already asleep.

y/n ended her summer break with alejandro the same way it started; back on the beach. to her surprise alejandro's parents were there too. this beach had been apart of his childhood as well due to it being super close to his house.

she met his parents, to say they liked her was a true understatement.

"you're so beautiful wow" alejandro's mother said with a smile, y/n thanked her.

his parents got to know her and were so interested in her. even his dad was stunned with her intellect and what an interesting person she was. after meeting them and spending time with his parents they went to take a walk on the beach.

"you know i'm going to miss you" he sadly said as he grasped her hand.

"me too but we'll see each other soon i promise" she smiled softly.

she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. she kissed him as he was leaving her forever, and to be fair that'd be slightly true. she wanted to leave everything behind and be with him; to go with him back to barcelona and watch him be the best future football player.

"will i ever see you again?" he says.

"of course you will, i'm only one phone call away" she replied.

Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said I'm 'bout to go to war I don't know if I'ma see you again

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: the tumblr girlies really do eat it up on the oneshots omggg but brand new ale oneshot

i'm literally just uploading my wattpad oneshots to here just for fun since i'm on here a bit more

gif credits: @/doinggreat

[kingsleydied]

The memory you left // Kaveh X Reader Genshin Impact

Kaveh x Reader WC: 1,900 GN reader Warnings: death, kinda angst, my cursed writing

Sun holding still, casting its light upon every leaf, rock, and insect in its path, the atmosphere of the lack of clouds in the morning sky told the tall blonde that the peaceful weather wouldn't be changing anytime soon. Kaveh, the young and master architect, was finishing the golden buttons of his shirt. Checking his fair colored hair for the dozenth time that early morning, he sighed to himself, peering in to the full body mirror of his bedroom. He stood there for quite a time, studying his own subtle brown eyes. "Everything will go just fine." He whispered to himself, his voice the only sound to what he thought was miles upon miles.

The man made his way downstairs, ignoring his slightly taller room mate, Alhaitham. He brushed past him, trying to let his brain let go of the delicious smell of breakfast. Although the food may put a calm to his over growing anxiety and would fulfill his human hunger, no, he decided. He mustn't eat. As his hands reached for the brightly appearing flowers he'd previously laid out in a clear jar of water on the counter the night before, the eyes of his room mate settled and locked onto him. He could feel it burning into his back. "I hope your date goes well today." Wished Alhaitham. Kaveh continued to remove the delicate flowers from the jar. "Thank you," he said in a laid back monotone voice "But I'm sure it'd all go well, so I won't need it." Not bothering to meet the annoyed glare of Alhaitham's, he simply rolled the flowers in a neatly tied knot he'd crafted himself. Once pleased, he recalled your forgotten bracelet. Swiftly, he opened a drawer, taking it out. After an examination of the pink and green jewelry, he wore it on his own wrist. "Goodbye," Kaveh called throughout the shared home "I'll be back his evening." And left without another word.

Architect leaving his home with the flowers and decorated bracelet, he did his best to assure himself that everything will go pleasant and as planned on his date with you. Just as he'd told his room mate back at home, but of course not all things Kaveh said he believed for his personal thoughts. You didn't live too far, fortunate for Kaveh. Not much of a exercise, though he felt at times he needed it, all that time drawing up blue prints for buildings and structures was spent at his desk, not on his feet. Soon, your home was in his sight, an undisturbed looking house, the widows always kept clean, the plants surrounding were more lively than any wild flower he'd ever seen. But undisturbed was the last thing your home ever was. The closer the blonde got, so did the dread get eating him inside out. He felt as if there was a force pulling him back, back towards Alhaitham, to the safety of his bedroom, away from you. Still, he fought. He wasn't about to let his anxiety win, not again, not after everything you'd taught him. Breathing in then out, only to breath in again. He summed up the courage to knock on the door of your shared address of your family's. Knuckles meeting to the wood of the door, he impatiently waited for a response. Fidgeting with his hands, his eyes moving side to side, the sooner someone welcomed him the better. His heart couldn't withstand much more mental torture. A twist of the knob came, the doorway suddenly changing to the warmth of the house you'd grew up in. Your mother stood before him, her glare something he wasn't quite used to, not from her at least. She usually greeted him with a timeless smile, gesturing him indoors. Yet that friendliness seemed to all have faded. "Ma'am," He finally broke the awkward silence. "I'm here to see Y/n on our date." Mother stopped to stare at him with shock, only for it to switch to something with more concern. "I'm sorry Kaveh," she started off sad, tears began to drip from her crystal orbs "but they're dead. They're dead. You know that don't you?" "I know, but I still want to see them. Is that alright with you?" He spoke calmly, forcing the tears to not roll down his paling face, but it only made it more difficult when Kaveh saw your mother cry. Slowly, the woman gained the strength to hold back her sob, doing her very best to nod. Stepping aside to take Kaveh walk through the house to the backyard. He took great care in not recognizing any object around him, afraid of the reminder of you behind it. You always haunted his life, and you were sure to haunt your own house too. Yet even the flooring held your absence. It all brought sadness to him, the times of being bored, nothing better to do than lay on the floor and stare at your own ceiling in the hallway. He would have found it funny, that was if you were still here, but your absence of the memory made him feel guilty along with empty.

Another tear had made its path down his cheek as he made contact with the door to the outside. Carrying the flowers in his left hand, he turned the knob with his right, hoping the fresh air would help ease the overgrowing dread within him. It did release some of the mournful energy he'd had from your home, not nearly enough to make him forgetful of why he traveled here in the first place. Swallowing, he looked around for the heavy grey stone in the tall wavy grass, it was reduced to hardly a task, the tomb sticking out like a sore thumb. Wearily, one step after another, he crouched down to the spot where your body laid underground for exactly a year now. A year had passed since your incurable sickness, not even doctor Tighnari could fix. It'd happend all too fast, stealing you away from him without mercy. Now, here a year later, all he managed to do was sob unto your headstone. Moments of pure sorrow passed, until Kaveh's broken tone finally broke the off charm tone from the cloud of birds. "I'm so sorry. I should have done something different. Tired harder. You deserved so much more...so much better than this." Laying down the bright flowers and removing the bracelet you'd left by mistake on your stone, Kaveh unbent his knees, towering over the spot which you laid. He brushed the tears away from his reddened eyes, he was sure he'd looked awful now, unlike the way he arrived. Sadly, he peered at the stone with your name one last time before walking back towards your old house empty handed. "Kaveh," Your mom called, her crying paused "would you like something to go? Maybe a snack or a glass of tea?" "I appreciate the gesture, ma'am, but I'll be fine. It's all just...unsettling. I miss them." "So do I. I miss them everyday." Nodding her head, she peered deeply into the young man's eyes. "I'm happy you stopped by, really. I have something for you." The lonely woman picked herself up the stairs. Minutes later, she returned with a thick pink book, the spine he guessed somewhere between 2 to 3 inches wide. Kaveh eyes the book more and more, seeing a scribbled note on it. It was your handwriting. "When I was going through their things a couple days ago...I found lots of pictures of them, they hurt me to see them, so if you could, take those photos with you." Said the mother, orbs shiny with teardrops again. Nodding, Kaveh held the book close to him in posion. He hadn't seen your smiling face in so long, the book would truly be a blessing for him. Oh, how you were so dear to him. "Thank you very much. I'll be sure to take great care of this." Though he never dared to peer at any of the pictures within the book at the moment, as he was sure it'd be too much to bare, he believed that this book would be a treasure of history for the both of you and himself, Kaveh.

Opening the door to his own home, he found his room mate relaxed on a bar stool in their shared kitchen. He instantly turned alert upon the arrival of the blonde, his eyes locking onto the book. "Welcome back, Kaveh." For once, it didn't sound like Alhaitham was swearing his name. Knowing a need to hide the book would be completely unnecessary, he held up the pink binder of pictures of you, his now dead lover. "What is..." He stopped, eyeing the words of the front. They said Y/n L/n. "How did it go?" Not daring to look at Alhaitham, he kept his head to the floor, stepping on by and he spoke: "It went well... Y/n's mother is doing as expected." And scurried out of the other man's line of sight, wishing to peer at the album alone. Sitting on his wooden bedroom floor, the album sat flat open in front of him as he examined every picture carefully. Your face in every photo. It was so special to him, seeing you smile as if you were still existing with him, as if he could kiss you just like he used to. If only. Fingertips lingering on a certain picture of you, left eye winking, other left wide open, and grinning wildly. He was right beside you, accompanying you in the image. The photo said all there was to know, as his brown crystal eyes gazed upon you, love sickened undoubtedly, and then simply you, enjoying life. Yet, here the man was, despising it. Hatred suddenly filled him, hating and utterly disgusted with it all. Ever since you've been gone it'd all went so rapidly downhill. Motivated by anger, he stood to his feet, book in hand, and tossed it with a loud smack against the wall. Tears clouded Kaveh's vison as he breathed heavily. "Why Y/n!?" He shouted on the every top of his lungs. "Why would the Archons take someone so innocent!? They never did anything wrong!" He didn't know what really happend, but he felt the warmth of another nearby, a hand touching his shoulder. Then, a voice rose. "Kaveh, Kaveh calm down." Alhaitham was by his side. The brokenhearted boy only cried harder, sobbing into the palms of his hands. "I miss them too." Alhaitham said, looking at the fallen book on the ground. "But you must push forward. Y/n wouldn't want you to stop here. You...you're such a talented architect, you're bound to get called in for another job any day now... You were a great boyfriend, you know that? I don't think I ever heard Y/n complain about you besides how you never did the dishes. Still, I believe you can get through this." After a few moments, the sounds of crying started to die down. The red on Kaveh's face made him look sick. "Th...thank you Alhaitham. I just...miss them so much." He spoke between hiccups. The grey haired man said nothing in return, but instead leaned in to hug him. Taking control of his breathing, Kaveh for the first time in a year Kaveh felt something that wasn't emptiness.

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Alt lands, by himself, in a bedroom. It's not a familiar bedroom. Small, and made even smaller by how crowded it is with knickknacks. The walls are pale green. There's a desk, a wardrobe, a bed, and a small table shoved in the corner by a big window. On that table are candles, some figurines, bowls, a wooden wand, a plate with a five-pointed star drawn on it--an altar of some kind, apparently. And there's a cat. A small black one. Standing on the desk and staring directly at Alt with big yellow eyes.

Alt looks around the room and almost immediately groans out loud. He whacks the TRVLR in his hands with a scowl. "What is wrong with you?? Why are you acting up now??" 

The TRVLR briefly shows the menu screen--and the code UF-0707019PW in the corner--before the low battery icon takes over.

Then, he notices the cat and he freezes. "Oh.. hi kitty?" He can't help but soften as he pockets the TRVLR and tries to get near it, holding out his hands for it to smell.

The cat immediately bolts, knocking down a water bottle and plastic cup of pencils as it jumps down from the desk and runs out the open bedroom door. No offense to Alt. Seems it just has the zoomies. 

Alt glitches back in surprise and watches the cat jump away and can't help but laugh as he watches. Oh... tiny kitty zoomies. He remembers when Glitches had those-

Down a hallway, someone shouts. "Luna Void, I swear to fuck if you knocked over something important--no pets for the rest of the day!" It's followed by an exasperated groan and approaching footsteps. 

Alt freezes at the voice. Shit! His mind blanks on something to do as he backs up- tries to think of something to say. He's broken into someone's house! ...completely on accident but! Still!

A man walks into the room, stopping in the doorway. He has long wavy hair pulled back in a ponytail, and is wearing a black sweatshirt with a design of a cresent moon made out of various-sized circles. He looks at Alt. His eyes widen and he backs away. "Wh-whoa, hey! Hey! I-I don't know how you got in here, b-but I'm calling the police!" He's reaching into the pocket of his jeans, probably going for his phone.

Alt jumps and glitches a bit to get closer, "Wait don't please I-I can explain!" He tries to say quickly. He searches the man's face, trying to see if he recognizes it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you I just- d-don't know where I am-"

The man freezes the moment Alt glitches close to him. His eyes, somehow, go even wider. "What the--what the fuck?" He suddenly scrambles backwards. "How did--what--I--What the fuck?!" And then he turns and runs down the hallway.

"...shit-" Alt mutters and then tries to glitch after him. "Wait!"

The man reaches the living room, where there is another man standing. This one is wearing a blue button-up shirt and has a mustache. He clutches a phone in one hand like he's ready to dial.

"JJ!" the first man shouts. "I-I don't know what's going on, but--" 

Then Alt appears in the hallway entrance. The first man spins around, gasping, and the second one jumps in surprise.

Alt finds himself freezing once again and he very slowly puts up his hands. "H-Hang on... please- I... I can explain- I'm not gonna rob you- or hurt you... I just... g-gotta figure out where I am." He swallows thickly. "Please, just, hear me out?" 

He eyes the second man, taking in the signature look of JJ and feels himself start to relax. Okay- parallel again... so the first one must be... Marvin? Cuz cat? 

The two men stare at him in shock. Slowly, Marvin backs up towards the coffee table. Then he quickly grabs a small piece of candy from a bowl and gently throws it at Alt.

Alt blinks and goes to catch it, holding it in his hands. He blinks comically back at the two men. "...uh... thank you?"

"What the fuck?!" Marvin shouts again. "You're real?!"

"Y-Yes I'm real!" Alt shouts back. He shoves the candy in his pocket and then shakes his hands, "Okay let's just.. back up. You already think I'm insane so let's just run with it!" He stands up taller and with confidence as he says, "My name is Alt Brody. I'm from another universe- a parallel one. Where the same people exist in different places. So... I know people just like you two, Jameson and Marvin."

The two of them just gape at him. Marvin glances at JJ and asks in sign language, Do you think this is a trick? Is A-N-T-I back? 

He wouldn't do something that weird, JJ says. And if it was, he knows sign, you're not hiding anything. 

"Fuck," Marvin curses. 

"...I also know sign." Alt says sheepishly. His stomach drops at they seem scared once again of someone called Anti. Of course... at least the last one was kinda nice. "...I'm... technically a parallel of... your Anti. But, I'm not like.... evil or anything. I'm a magician."

Silence. "Okay. Yeah. Sure." Marvin laughs. "If this is a prank, it's not funny. Come on, where are the cameras? How did you do those weird effects?" 

JJ just frowns at him. You're my age. You're not Anti.

Alt knits his eyebrows at JJ and slowly nods, "Yeah... you're younger than my JJ... huh." He then turns to Marvin and sighs, "It's not an effect." He holds out his arm and lets its glitch, showing it splitting into different colors and pixels before snapping back into place. "I'm magic. And also a glitch. Technically." He stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at them. "...someone in your group... has to be magic... right? ...someone always is... somehow."

JJ and Marvin stare at the glitching. They both look weirdly pale. Marvin folds his arms, hiding how unnerved he is. "Yeah, okay, ha ha. I'm not that kind of witch. I-I-I don't know--how you're doing that--but this is a really fucking cruel joke." 

I don't think he's joking, Marvin... JJ signs slowly. 

"He--he has to be," Marvin says a bit desperately. "I-I mean--that sort of 'magic'--like in the movies--it's not fucking real!"

Now it's Alt's turn to look pale as his eyes widen. "...magic doesn't exist here...?" He breathes. Then, he pushes back his hair and slowly starts to laugh. "...oh boy... Mag is not gonna be happy..." 

He looks back at them and opens up his palm, creating a ball of dancing electricity. He tosses it up into the air and as it hovers for a second, he glitches and then changes into a mostly black calico cat that stares at them up from the floor, his strange heterochromaic eyes practically glowing. Then, as the ball falls he glitches back and manages to catch it before it zaps away into the air. "...for me, magic is real." He says quietly. "I wouldn't lie about that."

Marvin and JJ watch all this silently, their faces an identical mix of awe and shock. Then Marvin slowly walks over to the sofa and collapses on it. 

Are you okay, Marvin? JJ asks. 

P-R-O-C-E-S-S-I-N-G. Marvin signs out the word letter by letter.

JJ nods. He leans back against the wall by the door. It's like... the many worlds theory. 

You sound like H-doctor. Clearly, Marvin means 'Henrik' by that. 

My point is, if it's true, then there are infinite possibilities. Including that magic is real somewhere. 

"Fucking bejesus hell," Marvin mutters.

Alt shuffles sheepishly. "...sorry- we... haven't traveled to a world without magic before. I'm... so used to just being able to do it." His form buzzes with static for a bit, pixels vibrating off him before he forces himself to snap back together. "I guess it makes sense... we've been to enough places- about time we ended up in a place with no magic." He sighs and leans up against the doorway, "But that creates a lot of problems on my end..." He starts to take out his phone, hoping he can contact Jackie or Chase.

"This is... gonna be a lot," Marvin says. "Mr. uh... What was your name? Anti?" 

He said 'Brody' too, JJ recalls. 

"So, what? He's from a magical alternate universe where Anti is Chase's brother instead of y--" 

JJ makes a shushing sound. 

"Oh. Sorry." 

Alt’s head snaps up at this, staring at Jj with wide eyes. “…you’re brothers with Anti…?” He asks quietly. He’s very quiet for a second, trying to imagine Dr. J being his sibling but… no. Too weird. 

JJ tenses a little bit. By blood, he says carefully. Our relationship is... bad. 

Marvin rolls his eyes. "Light way of putting it."

Alt nods in understanding. 

“…it’s uh Alt, by the way.” He corrects Marvin, “don’t really go by Anti anymore… only Chase calls me that.”

For once, cell service and WiFi work. The cell service is abysmally low, but it's there. 

Suddenly two cats run into the room. The small black one from before, chasing a fluffy ragdoll cat. The black one corners the ragdoll in and jumps on top of it, causing a "mrow!" 

"Stop, you two," Marvin says automatically. "Not near the terrarium."

Alt glitches at bit back as the cats rush in but then his eyes sparkle. He kneels down, just to look at them as he grins. “Oh… such pretty kitties…!” He softly coos.

The ragdoll cat pushes away the black one, who zooms away while the ragdoll licks his paw. 

Marvin grins. "That's Luna Void and Ragamuffin. They're my babies. Them and Salazar... though I wonder if I should change his name recently." 

Marvin points at a large terrarium nearby. Inside, curled up on the floor, is not a pile of purple rope, but a snake. "I'm biased for the kitties, to be honest, though." Seems the cat talk has helped him recover from his rattled state of mind. 

Alt giggles at their names. “Great names… I have a little void at home. Her name is Glitches. …you can probably guess why.”

Alt’s eyes wander to the terrarium and makes a slight Pog face as he almost glitches over- but he doesn’t want to scare the kitties or the snake. 

“Woahhh! A snake! What a cool color!” Alt winces a bit at the name and laughs, “Yeah… not a great time for anything named from Harry Potter, huh?”

“He’s a lavender corn snake,” Marvin says, grinning. “And yeah… I’m thinking of calling him Crowley now, after a character in this book called Good Omens.” 

Did you hear they’re making a series of that? JJ comments. 

“I did! Think it’s coming out in May.” 

Alt grins happily bouncing, “So cool- snakes are cool…”

Marvin takes a deep breath. “Okay. I think I’ve processed this whole… thing. Or at least I’m functional now. JJ? What about you?” 

The same, JJ says. 

“Alright. So.” Marvin looks at Alt. “If you’re… from an alternate universe… what are you doing here? How’d you get here?”

Once it seems like the others are settled he sighs and nods, “that’s the thing… we should be home. The first time we used this device, the TRVLR.” He pulls out the device to show them, “we didn’t know our code to get home but now we do and for some reason we keep ending somewhere different! Which might not be a problem if it was just me, my brother and Jackie… but we have a hitchhiker… a villain named Magnificent. He’s also magic… and very very dangerous. And everytime we jump- we end up separated… but pulled towards parallels we know in this universe.”

“Evil magicians,” Marvin mutters. “Ooookay. Great.” 

JJ frowns. Don’t you use ‘Magnificent’ as your username on a lot of games? 

“Wha—No!” Marvin says defensively. “It’s um… that… but in leetspeak. Whatever, are you saying I’m evil?” 

I’m saying if they appear towards parallels of people they know, that’s a big coincidence. 

Alt tries to hide his laugh about Marvin’s username. 

“Okay whatever, moving on,” Marvin says hurriedly. “So we have to help you find this guy and the two others you came with? Jackie and… your brother? Chase, right?” 

We know two people with those names, JJ says. If your friends appeared near them, we can contact them. 

Alt sinks into his jacket and hides his hands in its pockets. “…you don’t have to help if you don’t want to- but… yeah they’ve most likely appeared by one of them.” 

“Is Anti an option for people you appear by?” Marvin asks. “Since you’re like him? Because if that’s the case, they could be fucking anywhere, Anti skipped town a while ago.” 

Let’s hope they don’t appear near Anti, JJ says. He would take advantage of that. 

Alt stiffens as he hears about Anti and looks up in slight fear, “h-He skipped town? Oh… fuck. Yeah they… they might end up next to him- we’ve ended up in separate countries before… fuck!”

Please don’t panic, JJ says. If your friends have powers like you they can handle him easily. 

“Can you call them or something?” Marvin asks. “Do phones work in other universes? If they don’t, we can at least check with Chase and Jackie.” 

"Y-Yeah lemme see who I can call... I think I saw I had some bars..." Alt mumbles, taking out his phone. He dials Chase's number-

————— 

Bro lands in a small, dark space that smells like cleaning supplies. What is this? A closet? Nearby, Jackie lands in an empty waiting room, with rows of chairs and a couple different hallways branching off. There’s a directory on the wall listing things that sound very hospital-like. He hears a clatter inside a doorway labeled ‘Janitor.’ 

Bro oofs and then feels around the room, laughing nervously. "H-Hey! Who turned off the lights?? Hello??" 

Jackie rubs his head and shakes off the disorientation and then perks up when he hears Bro's voice. He laughs and goes to see if he can open the door- "H-Hang on Bro-!"

As Jackie goes over to open the doorway—which isn’t locked so he’s easily able to—another doorway opens. The front glass doors leading into this waiting room get pulled open and in walks a man in a snapback cap and gray jacket. He sees Jackie right away and grins. “I don’t think you’re allowed to go in there, bro.”

Jackie jumps slightly and whips around, looking at the man that entered. "Uhh-" 

Bro peeks his head out of the closet, his own gray cap on backwards. "Yooo! Haven't ran straight into another me right away in hot minute! Sup?" He grins wide, going to shut the door to the closet behind him. 

"You and Alt are wayyy too casual about all this jumping business, dude." Jackie mumbles. 

"Eh its starts to feel less and less crazy with each jump."

The other Chase stops walking, taking in the sight of another him popping out of the closet. “Uh—What the—huh?” He stammers. 

"See dude, you freaked him out!" Jackie says, nudging Bro. 

Bro shrugs, "It gets all the weirdness out of the way!" 

And then someone else appears, walking down one of those hallways. A man with shoulder length hair and round glasses, pulling on a red jacket. “Man, fuck that paperwork,” he mutters. “Hey Chase. Hey… wait a minute.” He glances between Jackie and Bro and Chase. “Uhhhhh…”

Jackieboy and Bro both blink at the new man that enters and Bro grins, pointing, "Eyyy two for one! Lets goooo!" 

Jackie hits him again.

The other Jackie and Chase just stare at them. Then Jackie quickly walks over to Chase, giving the two a wide berth. 

“Chase, what the fuck is going on?” he whisper-shouts. 

“I dunno, I just got here! Isn’t there supposed to be a receptionist or nurse or something?” 

“I think the desk guy is on break and I ditched the nurse.”

"Hi! Totally can still hear you by the way," Bro says cheerily. "Sorry to freak you out- we're you guys! From a parallel universe!" He beams. "Don't know where the hell we are though- hospital? I guess?" 

"Probably- I've been in enough to recognize the smell." Jackie nods. "Uh sorry- to be honest I'm just as fucking lost as you two must be. But, I'm Jackie Mann- This is Chase Brody, also known as Bro Fantastic." 

Bro waves.

The two of them just stare. Chase stiffens slightly as his name is mentioned, but they’re otherwise quiet for a while. 

“Riiiight,” Jackie says slowly, clearly not believing them. “Well… good luck then. We’ve uh, actually got a thing to go to so we’ll be leaving now.” 

“We do?” Chase says, confused. 

Jackie nudges him. “Yeah. We do. So let’s go.” He looks more than a little freaked out. 

“Yeah that’s a fair reaction-“ Jackieboy sighs. 

“Oh- okay. No worries,” Bro says, letting his happy demeanor drop, “Guess you all don’t see this kinda stuff often here. Before you go though, can you tell us what city this is? Or I guess what hospital this is?” He shrugs, “We need to find some other people so it’d be nice to know. I think my cell should work here-“ 

Jackie pulls out his and nods, “Yeah I think we got bars.”

"Um... y-yeah, sure," Chase says uncertainly. "This is Southpoint General Hospital in Corrigale." 

Jackie looks at him like he's crazy but he ignores him. "Um... m-meeting up with friends?"

"...kinda yes kinda no-" Bro laughs, "I gotta find my little bro, Alt. Then- well... we gotta find a really bad guy before he... does something... bad." 

"wayyy to sugarcoat it, bro," Jackie mutters. 

"They're already freaked out I don't wanna freak em out more!!" Bro whisper-shouts.

Chase and Jackie glance at each other. "Um... one second, please," Chase says, pulling Jackie to the side. 

They're out of earshot for Jackieboy and his normal range of hearing, but Bro can still hear them whispering. 

"Okay so they're not crazy fans of mine. They'd know I don't have a brother." 

"Why do they look like us? What sort of bit is this? Are we on a fucking prank show? Who does that in a hospital?" 

"I-I don't know! But, I... I don't think they're with Anti." 

"Only Anti would be able to make makeup that real-looking, though." 

"Maybe they really just look like us? Look, can you really see Anti pairing up with someone to fuck with us?" 

"...No. I don't think he'd risk coming back into the city to do something so weird."

"...Chase I know you can probably hear them but can we just try to approach this like we're nor- okay yeah no you're not listening to me." Jackie tries to whisper to Bro but can already see his friend's eyes locked onto the other two. 

In a quick zip, Bro comes a bit closer to them- not too close but definitely closer than he was. He blinks at them and tilts his head, "You guys mentioned a guy named Anti? That's technically who we're looking for! Well- my Anti- not yours, I'm guessing. Looks like this guy has you all kinda spooked. Is he a bad guy here?"

Jackie's head whips over to Bro. His face blanches and he suddenly bolts for the front door. 

"Jackie!" Chase shouts. He glances at Bro. "I-I'm so sorry, he's--he's gone through some stuff. Jackie!" And he hurries after him.

Bro's face falls and he looks apologetic. He's frozen for a second before he rushes out after them. 

“Wait- Chase!" Jackie yells out. He then sighs loudly before rushing after him. 

Outside is a cloudy afternoon sky. Jackie presses his back against a lamp post, hands over his mouth and breathing heavily. Chase is trying to comfort him. "They said it's not the same guy, they're not with him, it's okay, nothing's gonna happen. It's okay, it's okay."

Bro slows down and tries to approach, "I-I'm so so sorry...! It's just... my brother- he's called Anti too. R-Really only by me but... I... I didn't know it would make you react like that... I promise my brother isn't anyone who would hurt you. He's... a really good guy- and magic! So... um... im... im really sorry..."

“F-funny name, hah…” Jackie leans his head back against the lamp post, moving his hands from his mouth to his chest. “I-it’s not your fault. It’s okay. This is just… really weird.” 

“Do you need a moment?” Chase asks him. 

“I’m good now. Promise.” Jackie rubs his eyes under his glasses. “S-so… your brother. His name is Anti? A-and he does magic tricks? Th-that’s cool.”

Bro looks sheepish as he nods, "Yeah... he goes by Alt now though. I call him Anti- but only sometimes. Cuz that's the name he wanted when he grew up." 

"He can do more than just magic tricks- he's a magician. He can glitch and shit-" Jackie adds. 

Chase blinks. “…glitch? More than tricks? What do you…” He trails off, realizing this isn’t the time for questions. 

Bro looks really concerned, "... You don't have to say anything you don't want to but... I'm guessing your Anti... he hurt you? I just... we might run into him... knowing our track records. I wanna know what we might be getting into. ...my brother could be with him."

“Yeah, he… hurt me,” Jackie mutters. “Our friends, too. Y-you, uh, your brother probably won’t run into him. We think he left town to avoid the police.”

Bro nods solemnly, "...I'd be more inclined to believe that normally but... one time we ended up in other countries and... and he got really hurt there so I..." He looks terrified for a second and grips his hands into fists, "..police- so he's a criminal. Okay... I... I just hope Alt didn't end up with him." He looks back at Chase and Jackie and smiles slightly. "...I'm sorry for all the trouble. We can... get out of your hair- thank you for answering our questions."

"It's okay, really." Jackie nods slowly. 

"Yeah, uh... nice to meet you. If a little weird." Chase laughs a little. 

Jackieboy laughs, “Yeah it’s a bit strange. Thanks for humoring us.” 

And then Bro's phone starts ringing.

Jackieboy and Bro seem like they’re ready to head out when Bro blinks and digs out his phone. “Oh! It’s Alt!” He quickly answers.

"Oh good!" Chase smiles a little. "Glad to hear he's alright--" And then his phone gives off a text tone. He blinks, answering it. "Uh... huh." He shows Jackie what he just received. 

A messages from a contact labeled Double J. Weird question but have you run into anyone claiming to be from an alternate universe? 

Jackie blinks. "What the hell...?"

“Chase! Are you okay?” Alt’s voice asks frantically on the other end. “Where are you?” 

Bro looks relived, “We’re okay, are you?” 

“Yeah I’m fine- I ended up with Marvin and jj- did you know there’s no magic here??” 

Bro’s eyes widen, “Really? None at all?” 

“No- they were really freaked when I got here - then they told me about the Anti here and I got scared that you were-” 

“We’re not with him. I’m with Jackie actually- and we found both of our doppelgängers. But we’re okay- we’re actually right outside a hospital. Southpoint general.” 

“Okay… it’s probably best for us to keep a low profile so- maybe we can see if someone can… drive us…?” Alt’s voice sounds disgusted at the thought. 

Bro laughs. “Yeah maybe- I can ask.” 

“And we’ll need to keep out for signs of Mag… I dunno how he’s gonna react to a world like this.” 

“…Right. Okay bro bro we’ll keep you updated…”

Meanwhile, Chase is having a text conversation with JJ. Yeah how did you know? 

Some guy showed up in Marvin's house. And I know it sounds crazy, but we believe he's telling the truth about the different world thing. 

Jackie glances at Bro and Jackieboy. "What the fuck?" he whispers. 

Chase keeps texting. How do you know for sure? 

He could do impossible things. Like teleport and transform. I'm not fucking with you when I say this. 

No yeah youre not the type Sounds like the guy is talking with his friends on the phone now. Something about meeting up. Chase and Jackie glance at Bro again. 

I think were on the other end of that conversation Ask the guys for proof about being from another world. they might do something strange. 

Kk 

"You guys... weren't being serious about the parallel world thing... were you?" Jackie asks slowly. 

Bro and Alt end their conversation for now and the hero blinks back at Jackie. “Oh no I’m completely serious.” He says, not missing a beat. He then grins mischievously. “Want me to prove it?” 

“Bro didn’t Alt just say-“ Jackie tries to warn. 

“I’m! From a world! Where Chase Brody is a superhero~” Bro laughs and then steps back into the air, hovering a little bit off the ground. He beams.

Chase's mouth drops open. The phone falls from his hand. 

Jackie just stares blankly. "I'm not... I'm not hallucinating, right, Chase?" he mutters. 

Chase shakes his head slowly. Then he suddenly bursts into laughter. "Man. Why couldn't I be born in the universe where I'm a superhero?" 

"I mean... technically... you were, I guess. And this is... you?" Jackie gestures at Bro. 

"Yeah. Yeah." He bends down and picks his phone up again. "Well. Uh. You probably don't want to fly like that for too long. Or else you're gonna end up all over the internet."

“Yeah Chase get down you’re not even wearing your mask!” Jackieboy scolds as he grabs Bro by the jacket and pulls him down. 

Bro laughs and touches down quickly, messing with his hair. “Yeahhh that’d be bad for you… don’t want that. Not being able to fly around is gonna suck ass though-“ 

“Oh boo hoo- you’ll have to be normal like the rest of us for a bit-“ Jackieboy grumbles. 

Bro shrugs, “So Alt is actually with your friends Marvin and Jj! So he’s safe- for now at least…. But that only leaves the issue of Magnificent…”

“Magni…what?” Chase asks. 

“Isn’t that Marvin’s name on Minecraft?” Jackie asks. 

“Oh my god- that’s amazing.” Jackieboy laughs.

“I don’t know, I don’t play Minecraft.” Chase says.

“You should ask JJ to add you to his server, it’s really cool, there’s a mushroom biome at spawn—” Jackie starts to ramble. 

“God- we should get back into minecraft-“ Jackie blog says to Bro. 

“Maybe if I didn’t have to keep catching this damned cat.” Bro grumbles. 

“We’re getting off topic.” Chase shakes his head. “Okay. Remembering what you guys said, Magnificent is probably the guy you’re looking for. The bad guy you have to stop. Am I right? Do you have any idea where he could be?”

Bro shakes his head, “I have no idea. We have ways to track each other- but no way to track Mag. Usually… he ends up finding his way back to us. And if this place has no magic… he’s probably gonna try to find Alt. He has the device we use to travel between worlds.”

Jackie sighs. "This is... so much." 

"W-well, uh... I can at least give you guys a ride?" Chase suggests. "Jackie can't drive, and I don't know if you guys know the bus system here."

“Yeah if you don’t mind that’d be great,” Jackieboy replies with a smile. “I know it’s a lot- a have a hard time following along when it’s stuff just in our universe-“ 

“Oh but- you guys were going into the hospital for something right? We don’t want to get in the way of that.” Bro adds.

"Oh, Chase was picking me up," Jackie explains. "I was, uh, in there for a while. But I'm good to go now." 

"I kinda wanted to stop by and check on Jack," Chase mutters. "But this feels more important. I'm sure he'd understand." 

"The question is, would he believe us?" 

Chase opens up the camera on his phone. "That's what photographic evidence is for. Hey, other me? You wanna take a picture together?" 

"Oh my god." Jackie rolls his eyes, but still smiles.

Bro’s eyes light up and he bounces slightly. “Yeah! Let’s do it!” He rushes over to stand next to Chase. 

“Dork!” Jackie calls with a grin.

"God, the dork-ness transcends universes, doesn't it?" Jackie agrees.

“Yeah- but unfortunately he’s my dork.” Jackieboy laughs. 

"Alright, say cheese." Chase holds the camera up high and does a peace sign as he takes the picture. Bro copies the gesture with a big ol’grin. 

"And we're good." Chase puts his phone away. "We can do more later. I think we should head out now. I want to meet your brother. Oh! Wait a minute. He must be an alternate version of Anti, then? A... nice one?" 

"Now that is hard to believe," Jackie says. "Oh, uh, I'm sure your brother is great, though."

Bro beams and nods. Then he messes with his hair. “Yeah- Alt’s a good guy. He’s not like a lot of Antis we meet. You’ll see. I uh- I think Alt said they’re at Marvin’s house?”

Jackie pauses. "I'm looking forward to meething him, then." "Great, that's not too far," Chase says. "Come on. I'm parked over here." 

----------- 

Magnificent lands on a carpeted floor. This is a long hallway of some kind, lined with doors that have numbers printed on them. Probably in a hotel. ...No, not a hotel. It's too... clinical for that. The magic ice holding his arms to his sides is gone. Not melted, just disappeared like it was never there, leaving only a lingering chill. 

Magnificent pushes himself up, suppressing the chill that the ice left behind. He looks around the hallway curiously. He, of course, tries to look around for any sign of magic nearby. Surely there must be something?

... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Usually he's able to sense at least some distant magic, but not this time. In fact, he almost feels his own magic more drained than normal. What the fuck? 

Magnificent's stomach drops dramatically. There's no magic here? ...oh no.

There are voices coming from around a corner. They're coming closer.

He hears voices coming and he curses, quickly using his power to change him into his Jack the Magnificent disguise. But- less showman-y and more... business like. He tries to casually look like he belongs.

A group of three people round the corner. There's a short woman with black hair, wearing a white coat, a taller man in some sort of beige uniform that kind of looks like nurse's scrubs, and a man with brown hair wearing an off-white sweater, holding a notebook and pencil bag. 

"--really glad it's been working out," the woman is saying. "I'd love to see what you're working on some time, but you don't have to share if you don't want to." 

"No, I know, thank you," the brown-haired man says. "I feel like I should show you, yes? I mean, there is the therapy in art therapy--" He's the first to notice Magnificent. And he stops short, staring at him, confused. "...Marvin?" 

The woman and other man also notice.

Magnificent stiffens. ...he knows that accent. He waves timidly, trying to seem friendly. "H-Hey! Whats up?" 

...he's so fucked-

"Um... how did you get in here?" the woman asks. She looks at the tall man. "Oliver?" 

"What? I didn't let anyone in." 

The woman sighs. She gives Magnificent--under the impression that it's Marvin--a stern look. "You know we have security cameras, right? You can't just break in whenever you want. Aren't you still paying that fine?" She's close enough that Magnificent can see she has a name tag: Dr. Rya Laurens. 

Magnificent tries his best to process this all quickly and sticks his hands in his pockets, shrugging. "What? I can't visit my good friend Schneep? Seems your security is a little lax so- you can thank me for showing you its flaws." He tries to laugh. 

Schneep blinks. "When did you cut your hair...?"

Mag blinks at Schneep and pats his hair, "Oh uh- recently. It was getting in the way... you know?"

"Oh. I thought you liked it long." Schneep looks confused, but he accepts this. 

Dr. Laurens still looks a bit annoyed. "Well... you still can't just do that. We're all on edge after what happened with Anti. You'll have to go." 

"Ah right... the Anti thing." Mag says, nodding like he understands. "Dunno why that just... slipped my mind.”

"Um... w-well, he came all this way, we can... talk for a little bit," Schneep stammers. "I-I can show him my room." 

"I don't know if we can allow that..." Laurens says slowly. "But... we can go down to the visitor's room, if you want." 

“It's alright, Henrik- I can just come back and visit another time. Properly, of course." Mag tries to smile charmingly. "Though- i turned myself around so- maybe you can least help me find the way back out?"

Schneep chuckles. "Your sense of direction is still terrible, then?" 

Laurens also smiles a bit. "Okay. Sure. Schneep, you want to come with?" 

"Yes, yes, of course." 

"Alright, then. Oliver, do you mind?" 

Oliver shrugs. "Nah." 

"Very professional sounding of you," Schneep mutters. 

"It's this way, we'll take the stairs," Laurens says, hurriedly turning around back the way they came.

"Ah thanks- 'ppericate it." Mag smiles and follows after them. 

As they walk Magnificent lingers behind, trying to see if he can probe into any of their minds... just to see what universe they're dealing with. He tries to look through Schneep's mind first.

There is absolutely no resistance to Magnificent's probing, but what he sees doesn't really make much sense. Schneep's thoughts and memories are in scattered fragments, interspersed with things that look incredible--bleeding shadows moving on the walls, eyes dangling from the ceiling, the feeling of things crawling beneath the skin--but aren't... consistent in the way real things are. The figure of a man with two-colored eyes loom large in his memories, half his face terribly scarred. Fear is linked to this figure and his cruel grins. Magnificent sees a man in a red hood screaming, arm bent at an awkward angle, and flashes of dead people's faces. There's a man with a mustache and gentle smile whose face sometimes flickers into the scarred man's, there's one with a snapback cap who's smiling at him, one with green-dyed hair who has the memory of sickness and guilt attached to him, one with a long wavy ponytail--ah, that's his other-world counterpart. The more recent memories are the most stable, many of them involving hour-long conversations with this Laurens woman, all of them taking place in this building. A hospital. But not the normal kind of hospital.

Hmm... so Schneeplestein is in a mental institution. Fascinating. But, not helpful. It seems there's no mysterious power or anything to harness here. The two-colored eyed man seems interesting but not in a way that captures his attention. Sure, he could conquer these guys minds and maybe suck their life forces if he's desperate. But... what is there to gain? Boring... hm... what to do...

They reach the first floor, winding through some hallways towards the front of the building. 

"You know they say I will be able to leave soon," Schneep says. "Not on my own, a-and not... permanently, I mean. I'm not ready for that. But for small trips into the city. Maybe we could... do something when that happens." He trails off. 

"That'd be nice, Henrik." Mag replies shortly, still caught up in his head. 

Something has been bothering Schneep about Marvin during this short trip. He's trying to ignore the paranoia, but it's hard. Is this... really Marvin?

...He doesn't think it is. There's something in the way that he walks that's off. He's too... confident. In a way that almost reminds him of... him. 

"Schneep, are you okay?" Laurens asks. "Remember to breathe. You're not breathing." 

"I-I-I am f-fine," Schneep says. "Um... Marvin has been in this area before, h-he should know where to go from here." 

Magnificent pauses as he realizes Schneep seems to be more wary all of sudden. His right eye burns bright green as he tilts his head at Schneep. "Is something the matter, Hen? You don't want to lead me to the door?"

Schneep gasps as his eye starts to glow. He staggers backwards, dropping his notebook and pencil bag. 

"Hey, be careful," Oliver says, crouching down to get those for him. 

"Schneep?" Laurens follows Schneep's line of sight--and sees Magnificent's eye glowing green. Her jaw drops. "...what?"

Magnificent starts to laugh, "Oh- did I give something away?" He chuckles a bit more and shakes his head and as he raises his head again, you can see the scars around his left eye. "Oh well... cat's out of the bag, now, isn't it~?" 

A bloom of spiraled magic appears behind him as he laughs, "Don't know what I'll do in such a pathetic world but... a puppet is a puppet~!" 

"Wh-what is--th-this is not possible--" Schneep stammers, backing up. 

Laurens reaches for the pager on her belt, about to call for security. 

Oliver pops up and pushes his way to the front, protecting the other two. 

Mag starts to approach them slowly, grinning sinisterly as he puts a finger to his lips. 

"Hush now, kittens. Don't want to alert the other normies to my magnificence just yet~" 

The effects are instant. They don't know how to pull away. They don't know what Magnificent is even trying to do. The moment their eyes land on the magic, all of them are instantly under his spell. Schneep lets out a final squeak of protest before the magic completely takes over his mind.

"Mmmm excellent job, kittens.... don't fight it now." He giggles and prowls closer. He goes straight to Schneep and lifts up his chin. He hums, "Oh... I missed seeing this face under my power~! You know, Schneeplestein... I think you can aid me quite well..." He looks at Laurens and Oliver and tilts his head. He then snaps and shoos them off. "You two. I have no need of you. Lock yourself in one of these rooms and forget me and Henrik were ever here, won't you?"

Laurens and Oliver nod. They walk over to the nearest room, with Laurens dropping her keycard on the ground before closing the door on them. 

"What will we do now?" Henrik asks quietly.

"Hm... what will we do indeed?" Mag giggles. He looks around and then hums. "We should get away from the cameras... we have a naughty cub to find." He grabs Henrik and in a snap, him and Schneep disappear in a flicker of static out of the hospital.

[spahhzy]

Silent knight getting ice cream??

I'll do you one better...making ice cream!

-

Neo Politan was unhappy.

Why was she unhappy?

Well, she had planned with her boyfriend to go out on a date. There was this new ice cream parlor that opened up, and Neo being a connoisseur of all things Ice cream, really really wanted to go and have some.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

The sky had cast dark clouds and trembled with anger as water had made its way onto land.

So, Neo's Ice Cream Date was ruined by mother nature.

Neo sighed, with plans changing she waited for her dear knight to come over. They would cuddle, watch a movie , and have some of the ice cream she had left in her freezer.

Knock - Knock

A two tap knock on her door made Neo's mood improve a little bit as her Knight, Jaune had finally arrive.

She moved from the window and opened the door to see that blue eyes she loved so much staring back at her with a smile on his face.

"Hey Neo, sorry for the wait. I went to the grocery store to pick up something for us!" He said as he held put two grocery bags, Neo tilted her head, but a clash of thunder made her jump a bit before she grabbed her boyfriends hand and all but dragged him inside.

"I'm sorry it rained today, I know how much you wanted to go to 'Pipkins Ice Cream Emporium'" Jaune said as he removed his soaked hoodie and hung it up on the coat rack.

Neo just shrugged her shoulders before embracing him, Jaune smiled before bending down and giving her a soft kiss, staying locked in the embrace for a few minutes before Jaune pulled away.

"Buuuuut, I think I have a little idea that might be fun for us to do!" Jaune said as he motioned to the bags.

Neo once again tilted her head and tried to peak into the bag but Jaune just shook his head.

"Go upstairs and put on a t-shirt and then come meet me in the kitchen, okay?" Neo still looked curious but nodded as Jaune went into the kitchen to prepare while Neo went to her room to change.

No longer than five minutes, Neo made her way into the kitchen, and Jaune was wearing an apron.

In front of him were two bowls an assortment of measuring cups, ziplock bags, rock salt, cream, milk, sugar, vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate extract.

Neo walked up to the kitchen table as Jaune finished his preparations.

"Curious? Haha, my mom taught me how to do this when I was young, and I've been making it for my sister's any time they asked, " Jaune told his girlfriend whomst still looked confused.

"Well... I know we have some in the freezer, but I figured, why not make some ice cream for ourselves?" Neo had stars in her eyes as she hugged his arm to which Jaune just laughed.

"Alright, let me show you how it's done"

Jaune grabbed the milk before motioning to a measuring cup.

"Pour milk into measuring cups to however much you want, I like to usually do two cups," he explained to hervas she watched him do his magic.

After filling the cup, he sat the milk back down before grabbing the cream and pouring that into the measuring cup as well.

"Pour until just about 2 1/2 cups and then..." he set the cream back down before grabbing some vanilla extract.

"A few drops of vanilla...don't worry, I got strawberry and chocolate as well," Jaune said with a wink before setting the extract down and making a grab for the sugar, as Neo just looked at the measuring cup in wonder.

"Now we put in one cup of sugar," Jaune said before adding the sugar into the measuring cup before grabbing a small spoon and began stirring the contents inside.

"Will mix it up a little bit until all the sugar crystals are dissolved," he told her as she nodded at him, following along.

Finally done with stirring, Jaune grabbed himself a small ziplock bag.

"Now we'll go ahead and transfer this into the ziplock bag," he told her as he looked at Neo and then back at the bag.

Neo grabbed the bag and held it open as Jaune carefully poured the contents of the cup into the bag before gently taking said bag from Neo.

"Now we will close this bag up and remove any air pockets..." Jaune zipped the bag up, slowly letting any and all air escape it before finally closing it.

"...with that done, we can get another bigger ziplock bag," Jaune said before grabbing a bigger bag, opening it, and sitting it facing up.

"We go ahead and fill this up with some ice cubes!" He said to her as he went to her freezer and pulled out the bucket of ice cubes inside.

"I like to fill it to have a base at the bottom," Jaune said as he took some ice cubes and spread it evenly at the bags bottom before he grabbed the other bag of mixture.

"Now, before we toss the bag in, we gotta put some rock salt in." Jaune had already put half a cup of rock salt, so he grabbed that and poured it on his bed of ice as Neo still watched on.

"Now you're gonna put your bag of ice cream onto the base of ice, and then you will fill up this bag with ice, okay?" Jaune instructed as he filled up the bigger bag covering the other bag up before ziplocking it.

"Now, finally, all you gotta do is shake it for five minutes!" He told her as he put a kitchen towel over the bag and began to shake it rapidly.

"Shake it with intensity...think like you're throttling someone's neck," Jaune joked as Neo let her mind wander, and a vision of her throttling Cinders neck played in her head, Jaune just laughed seeing his girlfriend be devious.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, the action making her blush.

"Love you" was all he said, making Neo smile and look away bashfully.

A few more minutes later , Jaune stopped shaking the bag, and he set it down next to two bowls before finally removing the cloth and opening up the ziplock bag before pulling out the other bag.

Jaune smirked at his handy work before opening up the contents of the bag to Neo, who's jaw dropped.

Their inside was fresh soft serve ice cream.

Jaune set the bag near the bowl before taking a scooper and pulling some out and placing it in the bowl as he then took a taste.

"Mmmhm" was all he said and was about to take another bite but stopped before seeing the puppy dog look on Neo's face, and Jaune just chuckled before handing her a spoon and the bowl itself.

Neo took it kindly before scooping the vanilla ice cream up and taking a bite.

Neo's taste buds lit up at the delicious taste as a moan of content escaped her, to which Jaune smiled.

"We'll..." Jaune said to her, snapping out of her ice cream high before motioning to the ingredients laid out before her.

"Now it's your turn, hmm?" Neo eyes widened as Jaune nodded his head.

"Don't worry, I'll help you along the way," he told her, and she nodded before taking one more bite of the fresh vanilla ice cream as she stood at Jaune's side and looking up to him before tugging his shirt.

"Hmm?" Jaune didn't get to ask much as Neo brought him down into a passionate kiss. The remnants of the ice cream he made still on her lips and tongue, making it all the sweeter.

They pulled away, breathing a little heavy as Neo set her eyes to the task at hand.

Making the best ice cream ever with the love of her life.

"Best date night ever"

[hugmekenobi]

Ch13 Snippet

I am terribly sorry for how far behind I have gotten, but here's a lil something cause I'm back to being to work on it more now! Some very light smut included below the cut!

Phee raised her hands before she half-turned to Shep. “Lead the way, Shep. I’ll catch up.”

You all made to follow Shep, but you couldn’t help but notice Tech linger to look back at Phee and it warmed your heart. You just wished he would clue into the part of his brilliant brain that would realise he and Phee had potential.

“Leave them alone.” Hunter whispered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to turn your gaze away and focus on walking behind Shep.

How are you not more invested in this?

“It’s not that I’m not invested but I know my brother, and this is something he needs to take at a very slow pace.”

“You’re so good.” You knew he was right. You focused instead on taking in your new surroundings.

--

The more you got to see of Pabu as you walked, the more you loved it. Everything was so pretty and letting Omega run ahead with Lyana felt completely safe, there wasn’t a threat to be found. It felt natural to be here.

“Upper Pabu is the oldest part of the island.” Shep informed you all as you paused to take in the magnificent view of the island and its crystal-clear blue waters. “As we’ve grown over the years, we’ve expanded the wall into Lower Pabu.”

You leaned over the wall to take it all in.

“Hi, Shep!”

“Hi, Mr Eenta. How are Sari and Micha?” Shep replied warmly to the old man that had approached them.

Mr Eenta let out a cheery high-pitched laugh. “They’re doing good. Thanks for asking, Shep. I see we got some newcomers here too. Although we haven’t had some quite as lovely as you join our community in a long time.” He added with a kind smile in your direction.

You smiled in thanks at the man and elbowed Hunter playfully. “Gotta up your game, I might just run off with him.”

“Ha ha.” Hunter replied drily as he drew you into his side and pressed a soft kiss to your hairline.

Mr Eenta laughed at your words. “I best be off but welcome to the island! Feel free to stop by anytime!”

“Nice to see you!” Shep waved him goodbye.

“Uh, do you know everyone here?” Wrecker asked Shep.

“Of course. We’re all like family. Now, if you’ll continue to follow me, I can show you were you and (Y/N) will be staying.” Shep said to Hunter. “I have a place for the rest of you too and Omega can go to either house, but I gather it would be best to show that to you after dinner?”

“Staying?” Hunter repeated.

Shep paused for a moment. “Well, I imagine you two’ll want some privacy before dinner tonight. There’s plenty of time. Unless I’ve read things wrong, or you want to stay as a group-”

“You have read things correctly.” Tech said without looking up from his datapad.

“Tech-” Hunter started.

“Yes, please, take them somewhere far away from us.” Wrecker said in an exaggerated manner.

You punched his arm.

Shep paid little attention to the teasing insinuations. He remembered what it was like to be young and in love. “We’ll pass my home on the way anyway so you can see Omega get settled and join us in an hour or so?”

You and Hunter glanced at one another before Hunter nodded his agreement and you both walked beside Shep trying not to look too eager or walk too quickly.

--

You didn’t remember much about the place you were staying. All that really registered with you was the discarded pieces of armour and weapons by the door and the short route from the doorway to the bedroom. From what you did recall; it was very cosy and homey, but right now your focus was on the fact you were sat across Hunter’s lap at the edge of the bed. Your kisses were slow and deep, there was no residing worry of being interrupted or needing to be rushed and the two of you were perfectly content with not rushing things, both too intoxicated by the feeling of your lips on each other’s skin and the noises leaving your mouths.

“I want to call this in.” You panted against his lips as your fingers traced the red scarf.

Hunter groaned as he felt you grind against him. “But I-”

“I want to call this in.” You repeated seductively as you lifted it over his head and pulled back to look into his eyes. “Please.” You murmured as you pressed delicate kisses along his jaw.

[mikey180]

Since your wanting requests I have one for you ! Can I request Hatz and Khun with a fem s/o who loves to collect cute merchandise of mascots for example [My melody /Hello kitty /gloomy bear ] please ?

Thank you so much. My tumbler has been acting up lately, I've been trying to post this for a couple days now so I'm sorry for the wait.

type- fluff

Hatz

He doesn't understand your obsession. Why that one? Do you just like stuffed animals? No, you have figurines too... And keychains and pencils and bed sheets and, well that's just too much.

Your bed is full of just that one character, it's everywhere. He finds it a little overwhelming, but who is he to tell you anything?

He gets you one of those limited edition pieces for your birthday and you freak out. Well now...he has to feed your little hobby, look at how happy you are! He's fallen in love with your smile all over again.

The day after your birthday you awake to find a mountain of merch in your living room, Hatz sitting on the couch right behind all of it cleaning his sword like usual. "Hey babe, what is all of this?" you question as you walk over to him. He looks at you and stands up with his usual blank face as you walk into his arms for a hug. Embracing you tightly he glances over at the pile of stuff he had bought you that morning " I didn't know which one you would want so I bought one of each. You like this one right?" He looks back down at you with a questioning stare " I think I got the right one."

Taking your head away from the warmth of this chest "I, well yes I like this one, but why? It's so much. Where did you even find all of this?" you look at him again, meeting his eyes as you await his answer. He takes a second to say anything, you can make out the faintest words. "Because you like them." he mutters, A light blush covering his cheeks.

Khun

He finds it childish, but he will indulge you. We both know he has enough money to get anything you want. As long as you can find a good way to organize your collection his spoiling is like a perfect dream, but that will only last so long until you have to ask him to stop because it's gotten all the way to your living room.

You walk into your shared home and you're immediately greeted with the sight of stuffies and pins littering the floor. Sighing as you gently pick them up and place them out of your path; not having the heart to just kick the out of your way. You though off your purse and sit on the couch only to stand up again with a short, pained yelp. Grabbing the back of your thigh you look behind you to the couch to see an open pin. groaning, you decide to make your way back to where your beloved was most likely working.

Opening the door you look back down the hallway that you had just come from seeing all the suffys that you had to dodge, but turn your head to look at the glowing box and the pristine room where Khun resided when you weren't sleeping. Heading in you knock at the blue wall and wait for him. " come in." He says obviously preoccupied with something. stepping into the lighthouse you see him as he spins his chair to look at you. "Did you need something beautiful?" His voice was soothing as usual "come here." He pats his lap inviting you for a seat. as you sit down you look up at him, the blue light illuminates his face and brings crystals to his eyes, and casts shadows on his disheveled button-up. " Khun.." He takes his hand and slides it across your cheek as your eyes start to water not wanting to say the next few words. "I, I think we need to get rid of some of my collection. There just isn't enough space for everything." Tears start to roll down your face.

He doesn't say anything for a minute, thinking, before he turns back to you "Or we could just get a bigger house."

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It was kind of hard for me to come up with actual headcanons for this, so I apologize for it being more the short story that I do with each one of these rather than actual bullets. I do hope that you liked it.

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 29

Moments later, The kids, Lizz and Ivy went to go and get the Flora Tropica from the botanical gardens that stood before them. Luckily, the flower was in practically Every topiary, bush and flowerbed...unluckily, it was also guarded by a BUTTLOAD of security surrounding it.

"Figures that Prim would make sure that no one touches the flower. How are we supposed to get the flowers with all those guards?" Emma asked. Lizz gave a small cheeky smile, as she waved her hand and muttered the word "Siatris." Suddenly, the temperature around them dropped as a blizzard of snow and ice surrounded the guards. In seconds, where living guards had been, were replaced by frozen ice statues. "There. Problem solved." She said, as the temperature rose again, but the ice didn't melt.

"Um...They won't be like this forever will they?" Leo asked, feeling almost sorry for the frozen guard. "Don't worry, they'll thaw out...in the next 78 years" Lizz said, giving a somewhat mocking tap on the guards cheek. Cringing, the kids quickly made it past the guards, and over to the garden. Let's grab a few and get out of here before more guards notice that there was flash blizzard." Mei says. Trisha Jane looks down at the garden with suspicion. "Hmm...This seems too easy..." she muttered. "She's right. Prim wouldn't just have some guards blocking entry to the flowers...Something isn't right." Leo said.

"Hmm..." Ivy started. Picking up a handful of snow, she blew it over the garden, only to reveal rows upon rows of laser trip wires for anyone foolish enough to even TRY to pluck one of the flowers from its resting place "Yep...Prim isn't that stupid." The girl said, looking distainfully at the lasers. "Well, the hole luckily isn't that small." Rebecca said, sticking her hand in between the lasers to make sure they don't go off. She grabbed a small cluster of both the who flower, and it's petals. "Got it. Let's go." She said. Slowly pulling her hand back, and the group quickly running out so that they didn't get caught.

Meanwhile, At the Beach...

Piper gazed down at the crystal blue water, the sea so clear that you could see every grain of sand underneath the cool blue waves. "So. How much water did that scientist guy say that we needed?" Fiona asked. "He said that it needed to be coral water, so I'm guessing out there near the reef." Iben said, gazing out into the horizon. "Ok. That shouldn't be to hard." Bruce said. However, all sense of comfort left as the group saw a shark fin peeking out of the water.

"Ooooooor not..." Haoyu muttered, paling at the sight of the fin. Piper narrowed her eyes as she focused her energy onto the water. In seconds, the water that surrounded the shark lifted high into the air. "I don't know how many more are underwater, so wherever the reef is, you better swim fast." She said. Fiona nodded as she takes a running start towards the water before quickly diving in. Being a diver, Fiona was always more faster than most in the water. After swimming far out into the sea, she dives under, and finds the coral reef under the waves.

'OK...So far so good...' she thought as she takes out a bottle, and fills it with the 'Coral' water. Unfortunately, behind her, an entire horde of sharks were swimming close by...and they were HUNGRY. Fiona saw them and panicked as she quickly dove into the reef, hoping that they wouldn't see her. The sharks could however, still SMELL her. 'Oh no!! I'm doomed!' She panicked, realizing that she was now running out of air, and the sharks were circling even more.

Suddenly, the sea split in halt, letting Fiona take a much needed breath of air. She looked to see the sharks, were now either flopping and gasping on land, or on either side of the split sea. "FIONA!! HURRY!!" She heard Haoyu shout, along with a struggling Piper, who fought to keep the see open "I...CAN'T...HOLD...IT!!" She yelled. Fiona quickly grabbed the bottle and ran as Piper's grip on the water slowly loosened, letting the sea reconnect, and giving the sharks water. Unfortunately, the water was slipping just a bit too fast, and Fiona had to run faster.

"HURRY FIONA!!" Bruce yelled, panic in his eyes. Luckily, Fiona reached the shore just before she became shark chow "(Pant...Pant...) Phew, That was close..." she panted out of exhaustion. Iben and Haoyu helped her up "I hope that the others aren't having that much of a hard time..." He said, looking down at the bottle of coral water

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Piper, Ivy and Lizz belong to @jettthespeeddemon

Lora belongs to @alex-frostwalker

[mysteroads]

Chapter 5: A Bit of Mayhem

I really enjoyed this chapter, so I'm posting it here for people to enjoy! Family fun and mayhem for everyone! (You can click the link for a more reader-friendly format than dear ol' Tumblr.)

Summary: Lydia's plan goes into action.

Friday afternoon was HOT. 

Summer had dropkicked Spring all the way into next year, and now was hovering over Winter Pines, rubbing its hands together and laughing maniacally. Heat haze shimmered constantly, the black top had turned into a tar pit, what bits of shade that could be found were pale shadows of their former selves, and the telephone poles along main street had begun to wilt. It was so hot that even the jingle of the ice cream truck sounded like a cry for mercy.

“Kid,” Beetlejuice said, drooping as he followed Lydia home. “You have got to let me teleport you. I’m a corpse. I’m going to start rotting in this heat.”

Lydia held her nose. “You sure you haven’t already?”

Rolling his eyes, he stretched his arm out so he could flick her forehead. “Oh ha-ha. Just for that, I’m going to take over the garbage truck and unload it right into your bedroom window. Then you’ll know the truth about stench."

“You could take off your coat, maybe loosen your tie?” He clutched at his coat and she sighed. “Or not. You do realize I have no intention of stealing your stinky old coat, right? I don’t think the even most desperate homeless person out there would even consider it as an option. Heck, I wouldn’t let an undead cat have undead kittens on it!”

He frowned at her. “Okay. Hurtful.”

"Truthful. Your whole outfit could use a wash even more than you.”

Grumbling, he folded his arms and went into a sulk. Lydia matched his silence until they got to the house. Her gaze moved to the window. Yes, there it was. A bright blue crystal set on the sill. That was the signal that all was prepared. 

“I’m going to go change into something cooler,” she said, quickly dumping her bag and shoes and heading for the stairs. “Why don’t you raid the freezer?”

He brightened. “Popsicles?”

“Why not? It’s the day for it.” 

Humming happily, Beetlejuice drifted into the kitchen and started poking around in the freezer. Finding his prize, he pulled the wrapper off, ate that, then stuck the popsicle in his mouth. Even though he was alone for the moment, (where were Delia and the Maitlands anyway?) he amused himself by wrapping his long tongue around the popsicle in a suggestive manner, and then giggling as he imagined everyone’s reaction. 

Someone cleared their throat behind him and he forced himself not to tense. God/Satan he needed to get over this ‘not liking people behind me’ thing. Sure, he’d never felt comfortable with anyone behind him, but after the whole ‘bad art’ incident, it gave him knots in his stomach like he was going to puke— He should get over it. 

Taking a breath, he put a grin on his face and gave the popsicle an extra innuendo-inducing lick as he turned. “Adam… hey s— my man. How ya been?” 

Adam gave him what he could only describe as a sheepish smile. “Sorry about this. Have fun, okay?”

“Wha—?” Before he could finish his question, the backdoor flew open behind him and Adam gave him a ghost-powered shove. 

Beetlejuice was unprepared, which was the only reason he went flying. And being unprepared was the only reason he hit the grass on his back, plowing up a furrow of dirt, instead of landing on his feet or doing a backflip, as he definitely would’ve done under any other circumstance. That was his story, and he would stick to it.

Groaning, Beetlejuice started to sit up when a shadow fell over him. It was Charles, wearing a dingy t-shirt, those dad sandals that were one step short of flip-flops, and… green swim shorts? The fuck? He was also wearing a huge grin. That was unusual, but it wasn’t what set alarm bells ringing through Beetlejuice’s head. What got the alarm bells going was the absolutely enormous water gun pointed right at his chest.

Still smiling, Charles pulled the slide on the gun and said, “You have to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well do ya, punk?”

Beetlejuice had barely enough time to register that Charles was not only quoting Dirty Harry, but quoting it correctly, before he got blasted.

Swearing, he tried to get away, completely forgetting that he was a demon with powers stupid humans could only dream of. 

“BJ! Over here!” 

Delia’s voice got his attention and he looked to see her around the corner of the house. She was laughing! But she was also waving to him, urging him over, and all he wanted was to get away from the ungodly amount of water being sprayed on him, so he teleported. 

“Cheater!” Charles shouted as he reappeared next to Delia.

Still laughing, Delia used a towel to wipe his face, then pushed something into his hands. “I’m nicer than Charles. I’ll give you a ten second head start.”

“What?!” He looked down to find himself holding a super soaker (not as big as Charles’s, though). Another look showed that Delia was in a tie-dye bikini and a crochet cover-up, and was duel-wielding two water pistols. Normally, he would’ve made a comment, but he was kept from doing so by another stream of water. This one wasn’t aimed at him though, and Delia shrieked, dancing in place as Charles roared with laughter. She whirled on her fiancée, guns held sideways, gangster style.

“Oh, I’ll get you for that, Charles!”

Taking advantage of the distraction, Beetlejuice dashed off, still not knowing what in hellgates was going on. His confusion was compounded as he saw Lydia jumping out her window.  

He scrambled to catch her, only to realize that Barbara had beat him to it and was lowering the girl down. Both women saw him and started laughing. 

“I see the fight’s begun already!” Lydia shouted, and raised her own gun—which looked bigger than she was— and pointed it right at him as she floated. “Prepare for annihilation.”

“Not you too!” he wailed, back peddling and just barely avoiding the shot she took at him. The grass was already slippery, and the tread on his boots was so worn it was like running across a marble floor in socks. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“It’s hot, you doofus! We’re cooling off! Fight back!”

“What?!”

“Delia gave you your gun. Point and shoot, or surrender now.” Lydia landed, gave Barbara a thumbs up, then turned to Beetlejuice. Her smile frightened him and he found himself clutching his gun to himself like a shield and backing up. She must’ve seen his confused fear, because, more gently, she said, “This is supposed to be fun, BJ. Just a little bit of mayhem to beat the heat. A water fight.” She motioned to herself and the swimsuit she wore. “You have to have seen water fights before, right?”

Water fights?

He looked down at the gun, then back at her, and the smile she wore was suddenly less ominous. He knew what her fake smile looked like, he reminded himself. Lydia actually was a pretty terrible liar. She was smiling like she had when they were haunting the house, or singing during their revenge concert. Like she was… having fun. Not like she had when she’d come back from the Netherworld with a plan for murder.

Okay, so this was just playing? He heard Delia and Charles laughing behind him, and relaxed some more. They laughed like that while playing games, or cooking, or even cleaning the house sometimes.

This was playing.

He looked back down at his water gun again, smiled, and brought it to bear— and immediately got hit in the face. Sputtering, he swiped the water from his eyes and laughed, really laughed. “Oh you little nerk! It is on!”

“Bring it, bug boy!”

Beetlejuice had just managed to score a hit when both he and Lydia were ambushed by Charles and Delia, who had teamed up. The next few minutes were filled with chaos, which was right up his alley once he got used to the idea that he wasn’t the only cause. Didn’t mean he couldn’t be a major contributor though. 

Beetlejuice pulled off a fantastic slide through Charles’s legs, then shot him right in the butt. Charles yelped and did a most undignified dance, and Delia laughed so hard she fell down, which made her easy prey for Lydia. 

“You know what would make this even more awesome?” Beetlejuice asked, getting to his feet and holding his gun up like an action star. The three Deetz’s eyes widened in horror as Beetlejuice answered his own question: “MORE ME!”

The clones poofed into being, all of them holding some form of water gun. One next to Lydia tried to squirt her, only to find that his gun was empty. It glared at Beetlejuice and stamped its foot, gesturing toward the gun then at Lydia. Obviously, it felt cheated. She started to giggle, but kindly refrained from shooting the unarmed.

“I can’t make food or drink, remember? Go fill those up.” Beetlejuice pointed to the kiddie pool they’d been using for fast refills (and a dunking pond). There was a mass scramble in that direction. Delia tried to cut them off, only to get squirted by Beetlejuice. “Oh no you don’t! You people wanted some mayhem, so I’m going to make sure you get mayhem!”

“I’m on Beetlejuice’s side now!” Lydia shouted, defecting to the side with overwhelming numbers like the smart girl she was.

“Traitor,” Charles accused. “I buy you pizza and this is how you repay me?”

She brought her gun up. “Sorry Dad, but there is no loyalty in— Wait, you bought pizza?”

“Of course. We’re going to be hungry after this. Delivery should arrive in half an hour. Also, no betrayal take backs.” He soaked her from head to toe while she squealed and laughed. By that point, the clones had their guns ready to go and everything devolved into PVP.

Barbara watched Beetlejuice… playing, there was no other word for it, and could barely believe the difference. It was as if he’d shed some invisible, uncomfortable weight, and was now free to act like a… a person, not a demon. Soaked to the bone, hair and suit plastered to his skin, he laughed like a little kid as he scooped up a flailing Delia and dropped her in the kiddie pool, only to get pulled in after her. The splash as he hit the water was too big to be natural, because it managed to get both Charles and Lydia, who were standing a fair distance away. 

Delia and Beetlejuice both sat in the middle of the pool, leaning on each other, almost paralyzed by the cold water and their own laughter, but Beetlejuice didn’t hesitate at all when Charles offered him a hand up. He also didn’t hesitate to join Charles in hunting down Lydia after she sniped them both from behind some bushes.

Was this the Beetlejuice Lydia saw and loved so much? The one who had haunted their house with her, helped her play school-wide pranks, and practiced music and dancing with her? It must be. In that moment, Barbara understood why Lydia had chosen this particular method to bring the ‘family’ together. What better method to get a mischievous demon to let his guard down than to play a mischievous game?

She felt Adam put an arm around her waist and she leaned against him, both of them watching their family playing outside. Their job had been to keep the doors and windows shut so Beetlejuice couldn’t escape inside, but that didn’t look like it was going to be an issue anymore. He was having too much fun.

Beetlejuice summoned his clones and Adam kissed the top of her head, then chuckled. “Looks like it’s our turn.”

Lydia had wanted to make sure that the Maitlands were included in the fun and games today, and they had told her not to worry, that they’d be fine watching. What they hadn’t told her was that they had a scheme of their own. 

Giggling, Barbara took a leaf from a certain demon’s book and said, “It’s Showtime!” 

Beetlejuice, almost out of ‘ammo’ and on his way to get a refill, was the first to spot the garden hose uncoiling itself. It had been left in the kiddie pool, and none of them paid any attention to it except to make sure it was on enough to keep the pool full. 

Stunned, all he could do was stare, mouth agape, as the hose rose up like a particularly large and skinny snake. Then the tap turned and the hose hit him full blast. He tried to get away, slipped, and ate dirt.

“Holy shit! Retreat!” he shouted, or tried to shout. It came out more of a gurgle. Since he was facedown in muddy grass, he wasn’t witness to much, but he could hear the Deetz yelling and he felt his clones’ alarm as their weapons ran dry. Shaking his eyes clear of mud, he looked around and saw that they’d all been rounded up.

The sound of laughter directed his attention to the roof, and he was in for his third big shock that day, and probably the biggest of all. The freaking Maitlands were on the roof, Adam obviously directing the actions of the hose snake, but what was Barbara up to? His question was answered as she raised her arms and a veritable swarm of water balloons rose into the air.

“Blitz!” he hollered, just before the swarm descended.

As a fat, pink balloon splashed all over him, he discovered that these were no ordinary water balloons. They had bubbles in them. Was that even a thing? How was that possible? He sneezed and a bunch of bubbles flew away. It was so ridiculous he started laughing again, and used his magic to give the bubbles a boost so that when the next balloon hit Lydia, she resembled a snowman in an instant. 

This brought a whole new element to the game, and he couldn’t help but urge more bubbles into being, until the backyard was awash in them. The smallest of the clones and Lydia were actually able to army crawl under and through the mess, and they, along with Adam’s hose snake, became everyone else’s nemesis. 

Finally, actually tired for once, Beetlejuice sat down amidst the sea of bubbles, still chuckling as his clones vanished one by one with a flourish and a bow. 

Delia waded over to him, smiling broadly. “Tuckered out? Perfect timing. Pizza should be here soon, and we don’t want to give them a reason to take us off their delivery list again. Would you mind clearing this away, sweetie?”

Sweetie. Trying to ignore how being called by an actual pet name made him feel all fuzzy inside, he waved a hand at the frothy bubbles, sending the lot flying away in a strong breeze. Rule Three, after all. Clean up after yourself.

Charles had taken possession of the hose and was using it to rinse himself and Lydia free of bubbles. “Come over here, you two,” he called. Delia pulled Beetlejuice back to his feet and they obediently went over to get rinsed. 

“Did you have fun, Beej?” Lydia asked. 

Slicking his hair away from his face, he grinned at her. “Yeah actually. When did you come up with this, you little chaos gremlin?”

“Earlier this week. The news said a heatwave was going to hit today, and it had been a long time since I had a good water fight, so I figured it would be fun for everyone.” She looked up at the Maitlands, who were sitting on the edge of the roof, obviously pleased with themselves, and laughed. “They got me though. I wonder where they got all those water balloons from!”

He put a hand on his hip and followed her gaze, squinting up at the two ghosts. Then he smiled and waved for Charles to wait a minute with the hose. “You know, they should get the whole experience. Just to be fair.”

Barbara and Adam were watching the bubbles, still visible in the distance, and wondering how far they’d drift, when there was a pop! of displaced air in front of them. Beetlejuice appeared, floating and grinning ear to ear.

“Hey Adam, remember that Flashdance bit I did when we first met?” Reaching up, he pulled an invisible rope, and all the remaining water from the kiddie pool was dumped on top of them.

It had been more than a month since either Maitland had experienced the sensation of being wet, and a lot longer than that since they’d been soaked while fully dressed. It had also been a long time since they’d really experienced temperature. Having cold water dumped over them was a shock, to say the very least

Barbara managed a tiny shriek, while Adam just gasped and coughed. Once the flood had stopped, they shook water out of their eyes, looked at each other, then burst out laughing. 

“Oh my goodness!” Adam laughed, grinning broadly. He turned his smile on Beetlejuice, who seemed startled by this reaction. “How did you do that?”

“Uh, I dunno? I just do it.” Beetlejuice eyed them both warily. “You guys could do it too. It’s in the damn Handbook. Like, chapter seven. Re-uniting the state of immaterial with that of the material plane through the application of conviction and expectation."

“Thank you. And thanks for the tip,” Adam said encouragingly. 

“Yeah, sure.” Giving them a last confused look, he vanished, reappearing down with the rest of the family.

Adam turned to her, still smiling, and pushed hair away from her face. “That was refreshing. We should give those chapters another try tonight!”

“We’ll do that,” Barbara agreed. They sat, enjoying themselves, then a thought occurred to her. “Um, Adam? How are we going to dry off?”

Notes: Buy a water gun and soak someone you love today.