#OR we could smile and wave it away and say it's all good he's optimistic now

[unofficialadamtaurus]

Adding onto that Qrow thing with that animatic they put out.. Why is it now that anytime he loses something he just decides to be more optimistic? Sense when was he ever like that? Ajdkskkflskdlskd

I'd say "take a shot for every time a character does the exact opposite of what their actual characterization suggests," but then we'd all be dead on the floor, much like Qrow if he saw where his "arc" was heading back in V4

[dontopenfairies]

“You’re holding so well. Just one more cup of water, okay?” She takes his glass from him and he waits on the couch while she fills it up in the kitchen. The elastic waistband of his diaper is pressing firmly against his lower belly and the soft material feels so relaxing and inviting…but he can see phone’s timer ticking down on the coffee table and he still has another half-hour to go.

“Here, sweetheart,” she says, passing him the glass of water and interrupting his thoughts. He mutters a thank you and starts to drain the glass. “You’re doing so well, I’m not even sure if I should have put you in a diaper. You might make it this time!”

I’m not too sure about that, he thinks, as his crotch and bladder start to really tingle. He leans back a little on the couch, waiting for the wave to pass.

“How about this,” she says, tapping her fingers on her chin thoughtfully, “how about we go sit on the toilet for the rest of the timer?”

Oh no, he thinks, but she’s made up his mind. She scoops her phone up off the table and grabs his forearm, helping him off the couch. She follows him to the bathroom, keeping so close behind him she’s practically pushing him with her body.

As soon as he stood up, the tingling feeling got ten thousand times worse. He can feel it in his whole belly and even his upper thighs. Deep inside his bladder a little burning feeling is starting. And as he sits down on the toilet, he feels his urethra open.

“Mommy, I really don’t think I’m going to make it!” he blurts out. The far-away feeling of the toilet seat and the open hole in the middle is making it so much harder to resist flooding his diaper. He’s trying to concentrate and get his urethra to lock up again.

But his girlfriend isn’t listening. She’s putting on soft music on her phone. The extra noise and the bright bathroom light is making him feel overstimulated. Don’t think about that, he thinks. Concentrate on your groin. You can hold it. Just…don’t move…

The first few minutes he thinks he’s doing okay. Mommy gives him a comic book to read and leaves and room to check on other things around the house. When she comes back he can definitely feel the urge, but he’s optimistic that he can maybe make it through the timer. After all, he has a really big and strong bladder.

She’s standing over him now, stroking the side of his face. He feels his lips part and his mouth fall open. It’s so relaxing… a tiny, tiny spurt of warm liquid slips out of him and quickly soaks into his padding. He sits up straighter, suddenly alert.

“Are you going to pee in your diaper, baby?” she asks, unbuttoning the first button of his shirt one-handed and sliding her hand down his chest.

“N-no,” he stammers, as she caresses up from his nipple to his neck.

“Okay,” she says. “You think you’re pretty far away from having an accident. I bet you can hold it a little bit longer.” She steps towards him, gazing into his eyes, and it’s so overwhelming. He can smell her, warm and musky and perfumey, and she’s smiling down at him…

“I can hold it,” he says.

“Ohh, you’re such a good boy! So eager and so polite. I think we should add another five minutes to the timer, sweet boy. I bet you could even do that. Couldn’t you? Couldn’t you show Mommy what a strong bladder you have?”

He nods vigorously, embarrassed of what her condescending tone is doing to him. She comes back over and wraps her arms around him again. He can feel his dick twitching. Even his legs are twitching a little bit. He’s trying to tighten up all of the muscles in his lower body…another little spurt of pee soaks his diaper. And then another, longer one. He gasps.

“Baby isn’t peeing his diaper, is he?”

He shakes his head, but another spurt comes out. He manages to catch it before it becomes a stream, but his eyes prick with tears.

“Are you crying?”

“No, my eyes are just…oh!” He gasps as another spurt of pee comes out. He wants to relieve himself so bad now, he wants to feel it soak the diaper, wet and warm. But he wants it to come out slowly, and if he lets go it’ll jet out.

“Baby, I think you’re peeing your pants, aren’t you? Are you peeing in your pants?”

He shakes his head, hands involuntarily grasping the sides of the toilet seat. “No, Mommy, it was just a little bit!” But then another little bit comes out. There’s no way he can close up now. His girlfriend’s hands are undoing his fly, and her fingers are bumping him all over around his lower belly and his thighs. Right as she cups the front of his diaper with his hand, a long spurt escapes him.

“Ohh, I think someone’s peeing right now,” she says. “Aww, honey, look. Three minutes left on the timer. Can you make it? Hold it, baby. Hold it.”

“I c-can’t!” he says, feeling more pee saturate the diaper. It’s starting to feel heavy around his legs, and he’s embarrassed of how much he’s already gone when it feels like he has so much more in him. The spurts start to converge into longer streams, stopping and starting as he loses control. “Mommy, I’m peeing!”

“Ohh, sweetheart, and with two minutes and thirty seconds left on the timer. Looks like you couldn’t make it.”

The stream is letting up but he still feels like there’s more in him. “Mama,” he says, pulling her down to his level. “I think I need to go pee-pee more but it’s not coming out.” He bends at the waist and leans forward, crossing his arms over his stomach.

“Push, baby, remember? Pretend like you’re going number two.” She rubs his shoulders over his shirt. “Lean forward a little more and push, okay, honey? Can you do that for Mommy?” He immediately complies, and she gets close to his ear. “You’re such a pervert. Immediately doing anything I tell you just to show me how wimpy and babyish you are. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be all wimpy and babyish and needy?”

He’s taken aback. She doesn’t usually tease him this much and it’s making him feel all blushy and shy. Distracted, he pushes again, and this time soft, mushy poop fills his diaper. He hadn’t even realized he needed to go! He sits up immediately, looking at Mommy.

“I just…um…! I think I just, I mean, accidentally, like, um…”

“What? Did you finish going pee?”

“I…I think so…but it isn’t really that, I…”

“Did you just poop yourself?”

“Um…maybe a little bit.”

“Let me see.” She teaches her hand down the back of the toilet bowl and squeezes his butt through his pants. “That’s not a little bit, honey. That’s a full-blown accident. Is there something you didn’t tell me? Do you have a problem with this?”

“N-no, I…”

“It’s okay, honey, you can admit it. Are you not fully potty trained at the age of 25? It’s okay if you’re not, honey, you just need to tell me.”

“I am!! It was just a mistake! I don’t usually…I don’t even REMEMBER the last time I…”

“Honey, boys who don’t go poopy in their pants don’t…well, they don’t poop their pants!” she says, laughing. “Stand up, baby. We need to give you a diaper change. And I think you need to be in diapers for a little while.”

[alisonsfics]

lovers to exes, to lovers? part two

pairing: ex!tyler owens x ex!reader

summary: who ever heard of exes being civil after a breakup? not you and tyler. which makes it interesting when you both end up in the same town.

word count: 4.1k

part 1

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand jobs, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink kinda, minors DNI (18+ only)

You had a horrible night, tossing and turning all night as you struggled to fall asleep. The image of Tyler with some mystery girl was torturing you.

You didn’t know why you felt jealous. Tyler’s wasn’t yours anymore. You both had your chance, and you both crashed and burned. You didn’t know why you felt like giving it a second chance.

So the next morning, you were understandably grouchy. You headed down to the diner to get some coffee.

You waited at the counter as the waitress poured you coffee and toasted a bagel for you.

You looked down the counter and saw Boone sitting a few feet away. He politely smiled and waved at you. “You excited for the storms today?” You asked him, walking over and taking the seat next to him.

“Totally. The conditions look great today.” He said, enthusiastically. You quickly thanked the waitress as she handed you your food.

“Hey, good morning, sweetheart,” you heard Tyler say behind you. You quickly spun around and froze when you saw Tyler smiling down at you.

“I have to go find Javi. It was nice talking to you, Boone.” You said, before spinning on your heel and leaving the diner. Tyler was left stunned as you refused to even acknowledge him.

He slowly sat down next to Boone, his eyes following you as you left. “I thought you said that you two patched things up a little?” Boone asked, equally confused by the way you ignored Tyler.

“I thought we did. Maybe I was wrong,” Tyler said, softly. He felt a pit in his gut. He had felt optimistic last night that you both could put aside your differences, but you weren’t done being mad at him yet.

He wasn’t immune to feeling the chemistry between you both. He felt stupid for hoping that you’d invite him into your room last night.

You spotted Javi and the team looking at a map by the trucks. You lightly jogged over and started helping them plan.

A storm to your east was starting to form. “I think that one’s the most promising.” You said, pointing that direction.

“I completely agree. Let’s roll out.” Javi said. That seemed to be the common opinion as most of the chasers started piling into their trucks. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tyler and Boone walk out of the diner.

You helped Javi pack up the map and laptops, so you could leave. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw Tyler jogging over to you.

“Not now. We’re about to leave.” You dismissed him, refusing to even look at him.

“Yeah, us too.” He said, walking closer to you and grabbing your hand. A jolt of electricity ran through you as you felt the roughness of his hand. “Be safe out there, sweetheart, okay?” He said, softly kissing the back of your hand.

You tugged your hand away from him. “I will be.” You said shortly, before jumping into the passenger seat of the truck.

“So what’s up with you and Owens?” Javi asked as you raced towards the growing storm. You shrugged to yourself. “I don’t know. He was a dick last night, and he came to my room to apologize. It felt really heartfelt, and maybe like, I don’t know, like he was still into me?” You said, not knowing how to describe the feeling.

Javi let out a loud laugh. You spun around to face him. Seeing your confused expression, Javi explained, “I’ve seen him look at you. Come on, you’re a genius and you can’t see that he likes you?”

You shook your head. “He clearly doesn’t. Cause I went to his room afterwards, to try to…ummm” you struggled to find a way to describe it that wasn’t “fuck your ex-boyfriend.”

Javi wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Bow chicka bow wow,” he said in a sing-song voice, mocking you. You jokingly rolled your eyes at his juvenile nature. You could feel your cheeks start to heat up.

“Okay fine, guilty as charged, but I got to his room, and let’s just say, he was already occupied with another girl. I overheard them and obviously ran back to my room, so I don’t think he knows that I know.” You said, looking back out the window.

“Oh, man, I’m sorry.” Javi quickly apologized. He felt bad for you. It was clear that Tyler was special to you, even if he got on your nerves.

Just then, Tyler’s truck swerved right up next to you guys. You could see Boone cheering in the passenger seat. Tyler shot a wink towards you. You rolled your eyes and focused your attention straight ahead. Tyler furrowed his eyebrows as you ignored him before speeding off ahead of you.

“Oh, fuck him,” you muttered to yourself.

“I think you’ve already done that.” Javi joked, trying to change the mood in the car. Your jaw dropped as you looked at Javi, in shock. You struggled as you tried not to laugh at his joke. You playfully hit his arm.

The school of trucks closed in on the tornado that had just touched down. Tyler’s truck sped ahead of everyone else, as you expected.

You and Javi jumped out of the truck to turn on the sensors. You both struggled to turn the machine on. “Oh, come on, you piece of shit,” Javi swore, hitting the barrel.

You felt the air change. You turned around and saw a second tornado touch down behind you. “Javi, get in the car, now,” you yelled, knowing if you got boxed in, you were screwed.

In his rearview mirror, Tyler saw you both running back into the truck, and then he saw the second tornado. “Boone, hold on,” he yelled as he quickly spun the truck around and started racing towards you.

Javi started to drive away when you saw a tractor flying through the air. It was coming straight for you. You could feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck as you braced for it to hit.

The tractor slammed against the side of the truck. The loud screeching of metal stung your ears. You could feel the truck started to flip. You desperately reached for anything you could get your hands on.

Tyler felt his heart drop as he watched your truck flip upside down. He swore under his breath. The tornado was coming straight for you, and you couldn’t move.

Tyler drove up next to you and smacked the button to start drilling the truck into the ground. Him and Boone jumped out of the car. Tyler raced to your side.

He quickly kicked in your window. Tyler was a self-proclaimed adrenaline junkie, but he’d never felt his heart beat this fast.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you out the window, while Boone helped Javi out.

Tyler quickly swooped you up bridal style and ran towards his truck. Javi and Boone hopped into the driver and passenger seats. Tyler swung the back door open and climbed in with you in his arms.

As soon as the door closed, the tornado picked up Javi’s truck and sent it flying through the sky. Tyler only had time to get you buckled in the harness. He landed on top of you. He wrapped his arms your waist, holding on tightly.

You cupped the back of his head with your hand. His eyes were tightly closed as he buried his face in your neck.

You could feel how his whole body was shaking with fear. It wasn’t fear for himself. It was for you. He couldn’t stand the thought of you getting even a scratch.

Suddenly, the truck stopped shaking and the winds let up.

Tyler picked his head up to look at you. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You quickly nodded your head.

He rolled off of you and laid across the backseat. The car was silent except for all of you catching your breath. Tyler stared at the roof of the truck as his chest rapidly rose and fell.

He couldn’t bear to think about how close he came to losing you. You unbuckled the harness and jumped out of the car. “No, sweetheart wait,” Tyler said, weakly. He’d accepted that you wouldn’t listen.

You looked all around you at the damage. The grass was all torn up and debris had fallen everywhere. You saw Javi’s truck in the distance, it was completely smashed.

You heard Tyler jump out of the truck and walk over to you. He walked up behind you and set his hand comfortingly on your shoulder. “C’mon, sweetheart, we’ll give you a ride back.” He said, softly.

You shook your head and shrugged his hand off of you. “I’ll be fine. I’ll walk.” You argued, stubbornly. Tyler let out an exasperated sigh. He grabbed your hand tightly, not letting you pull away this time.

“I’m not letting you walk back. We’re at least five miles from the motel. You almost died, and you’re still being stubborn? Stop pushing me away and let me be here for you.” He snapped at you. Tyler was okay with giving you your space, but not when it put you in danger.

“I’m not the one pushing people away.” You remarked, pushing past him and getting in the back of the truck. Tyler sighed, defeated.

Boone and Javi gave you sympathetic smiles as Tyler got back in the truck and started driving to the motel.

As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, you jumped out of the car and headed towards your room. Tyler jumped out and was hot on your tail.

“Enough being stubborn,” he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you back towards his truck. Boone and Javi quickly hopped out and went to catch up with the rest of the teams.

Tyler kept a tight grip on your arm while he grabbed the first aid kit from the bed of the truck. He flung the tailgate open. In a swift motion, he picked you up and sat you on the tailgate before joining you.

“I know for some reason you’re pissed at me, which I still don’t understand cause you were fine last night. But you have a giant cut on your arm, and it needs to be cleaned, okay?” He said, setting your arm across his lap.

You felt bad for ignoring Tyler when he was being sweet, but then you’d remember that he spent all night with someone else wrapped around him, and your blood would start to boil.

He softly wiped your arm with a cleaning wipe. He gave your hand a quick squeeze when you winced at the sting. You gave in a little and rested your head on Tyler’s shoulder.

You didn’t see the way he smiled down at you. He was looking at you like you were his everything. He carefully bandaged your arm up.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes. He rested his hand on your back, softly rubbing his thumb back and forth. Tyler’s touch still comforted you more than you cared to admit.

“Watching your truck flip over really fucking scared me. I think my heart actually stopped beating for a second. I don’t know what I would have done if you got hurt.” He admitted.

His voice came out as a soft whisper in your ear. You were the only person he felt comfortable talking to about his feelings. Most of the time, those feelings were annoyance, but you were also the only girl Tyler had ever said “I love you” to.

“You’re the reason I didn’t get hurt. If you hadn’t helped, I would have died. I saw where the truck ended up. It was completely smashed up.” You said softly, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your temple. “I’m always gonna be there for you. You’re my everything. You make all of this make sense.” He told you.

You picked your head up off his shoulder to look at him in shock. Tyler had been acting nicer to you, but a love confession was not what you expected. Not after he spent the night with someone else.

“Oh, come on, Tyler,” you groaned, giving a deadpan look. He didn’t respond. He searched your eyes for some clue as to how you were feeling. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. He’d been expecting you to either kiss him or slap him across the face again.

“What? Is it so hard to believe?” He asked, resting his hand on your knee.

“I know that you don’t mean that because if you did, you wouldn’t have been with that girl last night.” You snapped at him. He froze. He genuinely thought he misheard you.

“What girl from last night?” He asked you, furrowing his eyebrows at you. His brain was running through everything from last night, and he had no idea what you were talking about. “I went to your room last night, and I heard you with a girl.” You told him, thinking he was just playing dumb.

His look of confusion turned into a subtle smirk. “You went to my room last night?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your knee. You hadn’t realized that you’d handed him some of the power. He was giddy as he realized that if you had found him last night, you both would’ve had a one night stand.

“All you got from that was I went to your room? You’re ridiculous.” You said, rolling your eyes at him. That flirty smile never left his face. “Why’d you go to my room?” He asked, even though you both knew damn well why you went.

You put your head in your hands. You shouldn’t have been surprised that Tyler was still acting like a child after all these years. You lightly smacked his arm, trying to get rid of the cocky look on his face. “Would it shut you up if I told you I wanted to have sex with you last night?” You asked him.

His eyes ran down your frame. Something about hearing it from your lips made it ten times more satisfying.

“I’m really flattered, sweetheart. I guess you always know where to go for a good time.” He said, winking at you.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” You said, crossing your arms and huffing at him. He chuckled to himself as he watched you pouting.

“It does matter cause I share a room with Boone. He was with a girl. I slept in my truck.” He told you with a giant smirk. You had been feeling jealous and angry, but your expression morphed into one of complete shock. Tyler chuckled at your clear surprise.

You flicked him in the forehead. “I’ve been mad at you all day because I thought you were just trying to sleep around with every girl here.” You told him, like you were reprimanding a child.

He shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “If you had just been honest with me, I would have told you that. But, you decided to pout all day.” He teased you.

“So, you’re telling me if I had just texted you last night…” you started to say. He quickly nodded his head. “Yep, I could have done whatever dirty little thing you had in mind.” He said, with a twinkle in his eye.

Your eyes went wide as you imagined what could have happened. “So, what do you think? Is it too late now?” You asked him, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Tyler practically dragged you off the truck, and he kicked the tailgate closed with his foot. His rough hand quickly found yours and interlaced your fingers. He tugged you towards your room.

You both sprinted up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. You made it to the door first, leaning back against it. Tyler stopped for a second, admiring you and looking your whole body up and down.

You felt like a supermodel when Tyler looked at you. It was like he was always trying to commit every detail of you to memory.

You grabbed the collar of his flannel and tugged him towards you. His lips met yours in a heated rush. His rough calloused fingers slipped under your tshirt and ran over your stomach.

“I fuckin’ love you.” Tyler mumbled into the kiss as you raked your fingers through his hair. You both paused for a second, realizing the gravity of what he’d just confessed. It’d been years since he last told you he loved you.

“I love you too, Tyler Owens.” You said, softly. His lips crashed back into yours. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and playfully tugged at it. Your soft whimper was muffled as Tyler kissed you, but he heard it.

He let his hands slide down the curve of your back. They stopped at your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. You arched your back, pushing yourself into him. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” Tyler praised you.

You blindly reached for the door handle, managing to slip it open without breaking the kiss. You stumbled backwards into the room as Tyler guided you.

The door slammed as Tyler kicked it shut. He sloppily kissed you, wanting to memorize the taste of your lips. Your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. “Tyler, just need a second,” you mumbled against the kiss, struggling to pull away as he hungrily kissed you.

You kicked off your shoes and shimmied out of your jeans. Tyler took the hint and did the same with his boots and jeans. “I’ve got this, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing the hem of your damp tshirt and slowly peeling it off of you.

He carelessly let it drop to the floor as his eyes landed on your black lace bra. “Oh, fuck, beautiful. You’re gonna be the end of me.” He said as he stared at you speechless.

You crawled backwards onto the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Then, come join me.” You encouraged him. His fingers eagerly fumbled with the buttons on his flannel before he flung it to the side.

He practically pounced on top of you. Your eyes were glued to his chest, admiring his toned abs. “You know what that look does to me.” He teased you. Nothing was better for his ego than watching you drool over him.

He grabbed the back of your neck and leaned in to kiss you. Feeling Tyler’s bare chest against you was enough to make you see stars. You gripped onto his muscular shoulders. Your stomach did flips every time you felt his muscles flex under your fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented you, weaving his fingers through your hair.

Your finger trailed down his chest, stopping right before you got to his boxers. He pushed his hips against you, in anticipation. “Patience, cowboy,” you teased.

Your fingers slipped past the waistband of his boxers. You wrapped your fingers around his cock. His grip on your hair tightened, and he bit down on his lip. “Feels like heaven, sweetheart,” he let out a breathy moan.

You ran your hand up and down his length a few times. Each time, he jutted his hips into your hand. Your thumb ran over the tip, and a whole string of curse words came flowing out of Tyler’s mouth.

“That’s enough, sweetheart. I don’t wanna cum til I’m inside you. Let me get you warmed up though.” He instructed. You shuddered at his strict tone. He pulled your hand out of your boxers, and then pulled your panties down your legs. You quickly unfastened your bra and threw it to the side.

Tyler grabbed the back of your thighs and roughly pulled you towards him. Before you knew it, he’d hooked your legs over his shoulders. You whimpered as you felt his hot breath between your legs.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I remember exactly how you like it.” He teased, winking up at you. He laid his tongue flat against your folds and licked a thick stripe.

You bucked your hips up against his face, which only encouraged him more. He grabbed your thighs, making sure you couldn’t pull away.

He teased your entrance, watching as your back arched against the sheets. “Just desperate for me, aren’t you?” He asked, cockily. You furiously nodded your head as you bit down on your bottom lip.

He dove in, licking in the shape of small figure eights. You moaned his name, turning him on even more. Tyler loved to hear you whine and moan his name. It was his favorite sound.

Wanting to hear it again, he lightly sucked on your clit. “Oh, fuck, Tyler.” You mumbled, grabbing his hair and grinding down on his face. Tyler loved making you desperate enough that you took a little control. He licked circles around your clit, speeding up each time he heard a breathy moan.

You looked down at him and admired the sight. There was nothing hotter than the image of Tyler with his face buried between your legs. In bed, Tyler never did anything half-assed.

You grabbed at the sheets, balling them up in your fists. Your knuckles turned white as you got closer. You repeated his name like you were a broken wind-up toy. It drove Tyler crazy.

You felt a tightening in your stomach as Tyler gave more attention to your clit. Your thighs squeezed around his head, only egging him on more. “Baby, yes yes,” you screamed, almost pornographically.

Before you could warn him, Tyler felt your legs start shaking as you hit your orgasm. You called out his name as you felt yourself clenching. “Such a good girl, you ready for another round?” He coaxed.

You were gasping for air, but you quickly nodded your head. Tyler chuckled at your eagerness. He kicked off his boxers and laid on top of you.

“You did so good, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work. You relax and cum for me again.” He said, wiping your hair off your sweaty forehead. You pecked his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He deepened the kiss and pushed his cock into you. You gasped as you adjusted to his size. “You seem impressed, like I haven’t fucked you a thousand times.” Tyler teased, planting kisses along your jawline.

“I forgot how fuckin’ big you are.” You moaned. You knew his ego needed boosting every now and then, and you weren’t lying.

“I love filling you up like this. You feel like heaven— so tight for me.” He moaned as he thrusted back into you.

Hearing his sweaty skin slap against yours only turned you on more. You thrusted your hips up to meet his. Tyler let out a low moan as your nails scratched down his back. He grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He pushed even deeper into you. Your breath got caught in your throat. “Come on, baby, just like that.” You encouraged him. He sped up his pace, pounding into you.

The bed frame thudded against the wall repeatedly. Neither of you cared about pissing off the neighbors. Your eyes rolled back as he hit your g-spot.

“I know you’re close, baby. I feel it.” He groaned. Every time you squeezed down on his cock, his hips bucked into yours.

His thumb found your clit and started rubbing tight circles. Your moans got higher pitched and louder as you felt your stomach begin to tighten.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you warned him. His pushed his hips deeper into yours. Your legs were starting to shake. “Me too, honey. Cum with me.” He instructed. You pushed your hips up to meet each of his thrusts. You caught a glimpse of how his cock got buried inside of you with every thrust.

You both were starting to see stars. “O-ohh, fuck, baby. I’m gonna—” Tyler moaned as his hips jutted into yours. He pumped you full of his cum. It was enough to send you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you, and you sunk your nails into Tyler’s shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents.

He slowed his thrusts as you squeezed onto his cock. He rested his head on your shoulder, catching his breath. You raked your fingers through his hair, kissing his temple.

He rolled off of you and collapsed next to you. “That was fucking magic, sweetheart.” He said, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. You interlaced your fingers with his, giving his hand a quick squeeze.

“Guess we need to stay together to keep each other sane.” You mumbled, catching your breath. Tyler chucked. “Oh, you’re never getting rid of me again.” He said, pecking your lips.

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[lcvclywon]

the waves and evening air

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synopsis .ᐟ When you and your best friend Jungwon get stranded on the beach, it might be a bigger blessing than you realise

warnings: mentions of food, denied feelings, fluff fluff fluff, not anything I can think of rn!

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ; best friends to lovers

parings: best friend!Jungwon x best friend!female reader

wc ˖° around 1.2k ^^

thoughts frm yuya 💭 this was definitelyyyy based off that one scene from reply 1988 where taek and deoksun get stranded at the beach bc that's my comfort drama ^^ also thank you to my pookie @wonfilms for helping me conjure this up at 2 am, wrote this for u elle fr ><

“This is all your fault!” you cried out while slightly pushing Jungwon to the side (to which his stance sadly did not falter). To give some context, Jungwon had stupidly convinced you to stay just a little bit longer at the beach in hopes to find a few more seashells he could keep as souveniers. Which then resulted in you two missing the bus back home, meaning you would have to wait for next bus. Unfortunately said bus would only come at 8pm that night, meaning you had around 3 hours to kill. 

“Hey! It’s not that bad. At least we got cute seashells,” Jungwon defended as you two walked away from the bus stop defeatedly “, and I’d say three hours goes by quick if you have fun!” You turned to his face which had a grin plastered across to accompany his hopelessly optimistic attitude. 

“Yeah and how do you suppose we do that, we already did like 99% of the activities they have to do at this place.” you grumbled whilst kicking at small pebbles in your way as you walked 

“Uh well…” Jungwon said before scanning around the boardwalk to see if there were any shops that you’d haven’t been to yet. Suddenly catching something from the corner of his eye his head perked up before exclaiming “Hey shaved ice! We haven’t had that yet, and besides you need a refreshment.”

“I guess…” you grumbled under your breath before Jungwon started forcefully dragging your body to the shaved ice shop. Eyes glistening with hope and steps fueled with determination. 

“Hello! Uhm could we have two orders of shaved ice: one mango and one strawberry! Oh um both small sizes please, thank you.” you envied how no matter the situation, Jungwon’s voice always managed to come out calm and cheery. You also always caught onto how Jungwon knew your favourite flavours by heart, despite never telling him outwardly how much you loved mangos.

Shaved ice in hand you both made your way down near the sand to sit and watch the waves. Jungwon had mentioned earlier he hoped to catch the sunset with you before leaving, guess he got his wish you thought to yourself. You both sat in a comfortable silence while enjoying your desserts, letting the gentle sounds of the waves fill your ears. 

“Hey is yours any good?” Jungwon asked breaking the silence 

“Oh, yeah it’s good!” you said before scooping out a spoon of shaved ice for yourself. However before you could get to even enjoying the sweet treat Jungwon’s head dipped down and stole the bite you had crafted for himself, smirking before responding with a sly “Hm, it is good.” 

You nudged him slightly before whining out “Hey, that bite was for me!” 

In response Jungwon scooped out a spoonful of his shaved ice; moving the spoon closer to your mouth with a hand under to catch anything that might fall, uttering a small and simple “ahh” 

Despite the blush forming across your cheeks you moved your head forward to accept his offer, the sweet strawberry flavour melting on your mouth leaving you with a satisfied smile. You have to admit, shaved ice wasn’t a horrible idea. Leaning back into your chair you sighed out, eyes wandering to the oceans waves moving back and forth with the tide, a gentle smile forming across you face. One that Jungwon seemed to notice. 

“What’s on your mind hm?” he asked before spooning a mouthful of shaved ice into his mouth and tilting his head to face you. How did he always catch on to the small things? 

“Hm? Oh nothing, just you know-” you answered while poking at your somewhat melted dessert “this is, nice…”

“Told you so.” Jungwon joked with a smug grin, elbowing you playfully. 

“Nevermind, I take it all back, worst idea ever.” you deadpanned before turning away from him slightly. 

“Kidding kidding!” he said whilst wrapping his hand around you wrist to pull you closer. God he had to stop making your heart flutter.

Suddenly a huge gust of wind blew in your direction, the bitter cold causing shivers to run down your body. Immediately your hands reached to your sides to rub them and hopefully generate some warmth, which Jungwon once again seemed to notice. 

Without a word he unzipped his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. Looking up in startled, you cocked your head to the side with a confused look glazing your eyes. He simply flashed a small knowing smile in response, was his smile always this pretty? 

As the sun set darkness quickly engulfed the beach which led you two to heading into a small restaurant to enjoy a warm bowl of hot pot. You sat peacefully enjoying your warm bowl of soup whilst jungwon poured a bit more into your bowl. Glancing up you muttered out a small thank you in between bites. 

Shortly after the old woman who had been serving your table and running the restaurant came up to you two asking “Would you and your girlfriend like more soup?” 

You choked slightly on your fishcake before rushing to deny that you two were dating, however Jungwon seemed to be quicker. 

“No we’re just finishing up! Thank you though, must be hard running this place yourself” he replied politely 

“Oh it’s no trouble! What a gentleman you are, I’ll go and get your check then. You kids enjoy the meal” she cooed before heading off to the back. 

You stared at Jungwon with puzzled eyes and mouth slightly agape before uttering “Girlfriend?” 

“No point in correcting her right? Eat, eat…” he responded nonchalantly before spooning the remaining bits of fishcake into your bowl. What did he mean by that? You tried to brush it off and continued eating, but you couldn’t lie that it remained in the back of your mind even while riding the bus back home. 

“I mean there kinda was a point.” you said out of the blue, obviously throwing Jungwon off guard a bit. 

“Hm, what do you mean?” his face resembling confused kitten as he tilted his head to the side

“I mean, we aren’t dating. So there kinda was a point in correcting her” you reached for the hem of your skirt twiddling with it slightly.

“I mean we might as well be right?” Jungwon answered before lacing your hand with his. A bright blush formed across your face when you registered what he just said. What? 

“So does that mean…” you asked expectantly, trailing off as you were too embarrassed to finish your question.

“It means exactly what you think it means.” Jungwon replied before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand “Why’d you think I made you stay and collect seashells? Obviously I don’t like seashells that much YN, I just wanted to keep hanging out with you.” 

“Well it worked, today was great” you giggled out before yawning 

“Are you sleepy?” Jungwon questioned attentively 

“Hm just a bit…” you commented, feeling your eyelids begin to become heavier. 

Before you could do anything Jungwon moved your head to rest on his shoulder before muttering a small “Sleep on me, I don’t mind” 

You happily accepted his request, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber. A smile painted across your face, a smile you trusted you could always have with Jungwon. 

Maybe missing the bus was worth it

[mdsbabygirl]

“DRUNK.. NO, HIGH INLUV”

Pairing: Final timeline!Sano Mikey Manjiro x f!reader

Sinopsis: Your overwhelming infatuation with Mikey consumed your every thought, leaving you desperate to capture his heart. In the heat of your passion, you'd go to the greatest of lengths, even resorting to using an intoxicating drug to ensure that he succumbs to your desires.

Wc: 2k

Cw: SMUT, drug use, reader is very obsessive, final timeline Mikey, racer Mikey, Mikey and reader r friends, use of pet names (baby, love..), cowgirl, nipple play, creampie, slight breeding kink, needy whiney Mikey, bottom Mikey, top reader...

"Soo.. are we still up for dorayaki later?" You nervously ask, biting the inside of your cheek as you look down at your feet. "Uhh.. sure yeah!" He shrugs, looking at you with a slight smile."hey, don't worry  y/n-chan~! We're still friends ok?" Mikey gently pats your shoulder, his tone a rather reassuring one.

"Yeah ik.. friends, just friends" you force a smile, trying your best to hold back your tears. "I guess we'll meet later then! Bye bye Mikey!" You wave at him before turning to go away, all your emotions hitting you all at once like a speeding train.

Damn.. getting rejected by him really hurts. You wiped a few tears, walking away as fast as you could. What were you thinking when you randomly decided to confess your feelings for your friend at one of his races? We're you outta your mind thinking that he'll reciprocate even when you knew damn well his feelings for you were platonic? I guess girls and boys can't really be friends.

You get out of the stadium, and start walking home. Even if you didn't get your shot with him right now, you'll definitely do next time.. you're a rather delusional.. no- an optimistic person, deciding to live in your sweet little dreams instead of facing the harsh truth. He doesn't love you–not in the way you'd like him to– and will never reciprocate your feelings, but hey taking matters into your own hands can't hurt right?

You sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets, taking out the small vial of aphrodisiac, looking at it in an unpleasant way.. I guess it's time for plan B, you think to yourself before heading back home. Your Mikey will love you-I mean...eat his dorayaki no matter what.

Later that evening, Mikey stopped by your house, apologizing for his latency. "So sorry for being late y/n-chan.. I got a bit busy!" He chuckled, looking at you with those dark eyes, those deep ocean eyes you'd stare into forever if you had the chance.

"Oh don't worry, I was busy too... I made you dorayaki!" You cheerfully said as you took his hand and led him to the living room, where a big plate of freshly made dorayaki was resting on top of your coffee table.

To say his eyes lit up the moment he saw the food was an understatement, he quickly rushed there and delved into it, devouring the little treats as if he was starving for a long time.

"They taste Sooooo good y/n-chan!" He said in a cutesy muffled way. You always loved it when he'd just dig in your food, complimenting your cooking skills–that you so hard worker for– wishing he'd devour your needy pussy the same way.

"I'm glad you're liking them! Eat as much as you want!" You replied meekly, sitting beside him on the sofa, looking at every little movement he makes.

"Aren't you gonna have any?" He asks, as he gulps down, his breaths growing slightly heavier. "Uhh, nope. I'm not hungry atm!" You said softly, resting your head on your hand.. he shrugs, turning to the plate, taking another piece and bringing it to his mouth.

Your eyes were glued to him, intently watching how his lips moved, those soft plushy lips you'd die to feel on your own, those lips you'd greedily kiss and suck until they'd bruise, those soft lips you so much crave.

Mikey's suave voice pulls you outta your trance, his hand tugging at your shirt as he asks you with a breathless tone, "yn.. haa- why .. why is it hot in here? I feel weird!" He mumbled, his cheeks flushed as he was struggling to breathe properly.

Your breath hitched, not expecting the drug to work so fast. You quickly grabbed your fan and started fanning it, trying to cool him down. "Ahh.. it's.. it's not gonna help it y/n. IG it's better if I go home" Mikey muttered, looking down between his legs, where he felt a strange tingly sensation.

"No! no you can't go home rn.. you.. you're too weak, you could get hurt!" You explained, your fingers coming to touch his black silky hair, combing through his dark locks. "But.. I don't wanna be a burden.. and plus it's-" "shhhh" you quickly shut him off, pressing your slender finger on his tender lips, "don't worry about anything rn Mikey!" You spoke in a calm sultry voice, your finger sensually sliding on his skin, before you pushed him onto the sofa, "you just lay there! I'll do everything from now on!" You breathed out, hoovering over his hot and quivering frame, looking at him with deranged awe as the potent aphrodisiac was setting in his system further and further. "You look so pretty!" You mumble, gently caressing his soft cheek.

"Y/n ... Don't..we-haa.. we've already talked about this." He breathed out, his hand coming to push you off of him, but his usually strong body, now weakened from the drug, failed miserably to do so.

"Mikey.." you caressed his face, your half lidded eyes staring intently at him, "don't worry, I'll make sure you'll enjoy this!" You affirmed in a husky voice, As you nestled your head into Mikey's inviting neck, relishing his intoxicating scent, his unique aroma, an intoxicating mixture of man and musk, enveloped your senses, leaving you intoxicated and wanting more.

With your face so close to his skin, you took full advantage of the proximity, tracing your lips along the contours of his neck and jaw, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses that sent a shiver down his spine. Your tongue occasionally darted out to lap at his skin, tasting the salty essence that coated his flesh.

Your affectionate gestures, however, weren't entirely gentle. From time to time, you'd sink your teeth gently into his supple skin, eliciting a startled gasp and a moan of pleasure that only fueled your desire for more.

The tent in his pants got bigger by the second, as his cock hardened under the drug's effect.. he didn't wanna do this.. but damn he needed to get off.. a few breathy whimpers left his mouth as you lapped at the skin of his neck, trailing lower to his collarbones.

He covered his mouth, trying so hard to shush himself.. you quickly stopped, looking up at him in confusion, "Mikey? Why r u covering your mouth?" You reach to pull his hand away, your lips curving into a smile as you got closer to him, your foreheads touching. "Babe, I wanna hear you moan.. pls moan for me!" You begged, your soft whisper sending tingles of excitement to his already hard erection.

His cheeks reddened even more, and his eyes got watery as his hand reluctantly cupped your cheek, his quivering lips parting to say something "y/n.. please.. kiss me.. make this feeling go away.." he begged, his shaky murmur turning your mind into putty. "Ofc my love! Everything for you Manjiro!" You cooed, your eyes almost turning into hearts for him.

Your lips met Mikey's in a gentle touch, the connection electrifying and all-consuming. His initial reluctance at your presence dissolved, replaced by a raw, primal hunger as you both surrendered to the sensual kiss.

Slowly, you traced your tongue along the seam of his plush lips, and with a soft, inviting moan, he parted them, allowing you full access to his sweet mouth. You explored, tasting, and teasing each other with a slow, languid rhythm. Mikey's hands reached up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close, while his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you even tighter.

In that moment, with your bodies close and your lips locked in an intoxicating dance, it felt as if time itself ceased to exist. You both drowned in the bliss of the kiss, each breath, each touch fueling the fire that burned bright within.

"Take your clothes off! I want you to ride me!" He pulled away, a small string of spit connecting your lips. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving up and down.. this surely surprised you, you didn't expect him to be this willing and needy, but hey, it's not like you were complaining.

Your clothes were quickly discarded leaving both your bodies naked in front of each other. Your eyes stared at him, his toned body and pretty hard cock made your mouth water..

"Mikey..." you moaned, your voice laced with a mix of longing and desire as you carefully enveloped his pulsating length within your hand. Your skilled fingers glided effortlessly along the veiny shaft, tracing the ridges and bumps that adorned it, imprinting the intricate details in your memory.

Soft moans left Manjiro's lips, his eyes closing shut as he was enjoying the blissful pleasure he was feeling.. that damn drug had at least an advantage, it made the pleasure skyrocket. He threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, with each of his gulps and breaths..

"I'm close.. I'm so fucking close y/n" hearing his words you stopped your movements, your hand trailing upwards to pinch his nipples, your fingers playing with the hard nub, which gained a gasp from the man beneath you.. "ahh, fuck y/n" he choked out a moan. "Shhh, I'm gonna make you feel so good Mikey! I just need you to be patient!" You whispered in his ear, licking his lobe.

With a predatory gleam in your eyes, you bent down to tease Mikey's sensitive nipples with your skilled tongue. Your hot, wet licks sent shivers down his spine, making him whimper needily. Sensing his arousal had peaked, you decided it was time to grant him the pleasure he craved.

You straddled Mikey, guiding his rigid, pulsating cock to your already glistening entrance. The slick fluid coating your folds eased his entrance, the tight warmth of your cunt sending shivers down his spine.

As you slowly lowered yourself onto him, both of you emitted guttural moans that reverberated through the room. Mikey's eyes fluttered shut, a blissful expression plastered across his face. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he panted, his hands gripping your hips, urging you to move. "Please move, I need you to move." He begged.

As you began to move, rocking your hips in slow, sensual circles, the friction of your snug, wet heat clenching and releasing around Mikey's length sent jolts of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your breath hitched with each thrust, and the sweet, carnal sounds of your impassioned lovemaking filled the room.

You leaned forward, your breasts brushing against Mikey's sweat-slick chest, as you began to increase the tempo of your movements. Sweat beaded on both of your brows, mingling with the intoxicating scent of your combined lust.

Your rhythm grew more urgent, faster, and more fervent, as the waves of ecstasy grew ever closer. Mikey's hands clenched your waist, his grip tight, and his thrusts mirrored your own increasing fervor.

In that frenzied moment, with the two of you entwined in raw, animalistic desire, it was clear that the line between the sensual and the sinful had been erased, leaving only the most exquisite bliss.

As you moved faster, the friction of your snug, wet heat clenching and releasing around Mikey's length sent jolts of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your breath hitched with each thrust, and the sweet, carnal sounds of your twisted lovemaking filled the room..

"fuck I'm so close!" Mikey whined out, his needy voice sending sparks of pleasure to your little clit, "me too love! Me too ahh.. fuck, cum inside me!" You moaned, begging the man you loved, for his seed, the seed you so much craved..

You both reached the peak of your arousal simultaneously, your cunt squeezing and clenching around his throbbing cock, driving him to his limits.

"I'm cumming!" Mikey cried out, his voice a rough, guttural growl. His body shuddered, and with a loud groan, he unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky cum deep inside you.

"Me too," you gasped, your own climax crashing down upon you like a tidal wave. You convulsed, your inner muscles milking every last drop of pleasure from Mikey's spent length.

Breathing heavily, you collapsed onto his chest, your arms wrapping around him. As the night progressed, the two of you, drenched in sweat and sated desires, found yourselves drifting into the comforting embrace of sleep.

However, as the first light of dawn began to pierce through the curtains, a sinister realization dawned on Mikey. A nagging feeling deep within his subconscious reminded him of his earlier rejection, and the strange sensation of his senses feeling hazy.

As he cautiously, and fearfully, roused himself from the afterglow, his mind began to piece together the missing fragments, and a slow, creeping horror crept into his soul. He had been drugged.

©2024ᴍᴅꜱʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Dear Spa

Synopsis: The Belgian Grand Prix haunts the grid once again

young female mercedes driver reader x F1 2023 grid

(george is on williams with alex, logan is the reserve driver)

We can’t remember “before you”

“Hi!” You grinned into the microphone when an interviewer called you over, to stand beside your teammate, Lewis. “Hi Y/n” He pulled you into a side hug. “Y/n, Mercedes have been looking fast so far, what can we expect from you two today?”

“Well, we hope to get onto the podium, and if not that, then just into the top 5 would be nice”

“And Lewis, what are your expectations for the cars today?”

“I mean, as Y/n said, we’re looking for the car to be in the top 5 at least. We’ve all been working hard in the garage and at the factory and we can only hope it pays off”

“Okay, thank you two, good luck today” The interview said as you two walked away and into the paddock.

2023 was your first year driving for Mercedes, although your third year in Formula 1. Toto Wolff had recruited you from Alpine in the middle of 2022 and had signed you for four years to drive alongside Lewis Hamilton. Seeing as you were much younger than him, you had developed a mentor-mentee relationship with the British man, and he became one of your closest friends on the grid. He gives you advice whenever he can and defends you when the racing world becomes too critical of you.

Right as you were walking through the paddock, you feel two arms wrap around your shoulders. “Hola” “Bonjour” Two accented voices say. “Hey guys, you ready for the race?” You grin at Charles and Carlos as you throw your arms around their shoulders.

“Yes, I can’t wait to be ran off the track again” Charles teases.

Two weeks ago, you ran his Ferrari off the track without even realizing it when he was trying to overtake you. He’s not mad since he ended that race in P3, but he still doesn’t miss an opportunity to tease you about it.

“That was two weeks ago, Chuck. Forgive and forget” You reply

“Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll just wave when I pass you” The Spainard says.

“And are you going to impede me if you do?”

“If I feel like it” He smiles. You laugh “I’ll see you guys later, good luck” You call as they walk towards the Ferrari garage.

You see George, Alex, and Lando together next. “Hey guys” You smiled as you brought each of them into a side hug. “Y/n, so, you remember how we asked you to come golfing with us on Tuesday and you said no?” George asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Well, we asked Lily and Carmen to come along, so you won’t be bored when you join” He smiles as if he came up with the smartest idea possibly.

“Oh, seriously you guys?” You threw your head back as the trio smirked.

“Alright, I’ll come with you. I’m not golfing though”

“Aw thanks, Y/n, you always know how to make us feel loved” Lando said sarcastically.

“We’ll see you after the race, Y/n, good luck” Alex called over his shoulder as the three friends walked away.

“Good luck”

“Alright Y/n, you ready?” Lewis asked you as you stood across from each other in the Mercedes garage. You two were about to start your formation lap, but not without seeing the other off first.

“Of course. We’re going to do great, good luck” You smiled, then you remember you were wearing your helmets, so you hoped he could tell by your eyes that weren't yet covered by the visor. He removed the hands that were on your shoulders.

“Good luck”

There was during you...

You sat in your car as the thirty-second warning came on. Your car rested at the P6 position, Lewis in front of you and Checo Perez behind you. It was supposed to be a good race, the skies were clear, the stands were full, and all ten teams were optimistic.

“Alright everybody, as the red lights come one, everybody clears the track” The voice of David Crofty becomes audible.

You take a deep breath, tighten your grip on the wheel, and focus your gaze on the lights above you.

1...

2...

3..

4..

5..

“And its light’s out and away we go in Spa! Max Verstappen gets away with no trouble, Charles Leclerc following after him into Turn 1. Fernando Alonso isn’t as lucky, scrambling to get away from Carlos Sainz’ Ferrari behind him. Lewis Hamilton manages just fine, as does his teammate behind him, Y/n L/n, pulling away from Checo Perez easily”

There’s a lot you probably should be worried about, but you’re glad you're not. You navigate through the race pretty easily, both Mercedes staying in their respective places until Lap 17. Carlos overtook Fernando, and now your teammate is attempting to do the same.

“Alonso, about to lose two places as Lewis Hamilton closes in on him in Sector. 3 He’s going for it. Hamilton down the outside...can he pull it off? Yes he can! Lewis Hamilton P4 and the show isn’t over for Fernando here. Y/n L/n wants a bit of action too, she’s going for it, their nearing Turn 3...”

DRS is on and you’re not giving up. You go down the inside of the Aston Martin, you’re Parrell to him, you’re going wheel to wheel...

“They touch! Contact between Alonso and L/n! L/n gets turned around and- oh no! Sergio Perez hits into the side of her car! Oh my...that looked...” For the first time in a while, David Crofty is speechless.

Suddenly there is debris everywhere. It’s an immediate red flag and the reflexes of the drivers behind Perez are tested as they try to avoid the collision in the middle of the track. The crash caused Sergio’s car to slow down, but it also set your car forward again which allows his to accelerate again. The Red Bull pauses, waiting for the cars behind him to clear before moving forward and stopping his car at the limits of the track.

“What happened?”

“Who was that?”

“That..that looked bad. Who was it?”

“That was Y/n? Is she okay?”

It all happened too fast. As a Formula 1 driver, you needed to have the fastest reflexes possible, but this time, if you blinked, you’ve already missed half of it. You knew your car had been sprawled sideways across the track, you just didn’t know Checo Perez was a second and a half behind you.

It felt like the entire right side of your body had bowling balls thrown at it. You tried overtaking Fernando on a straight, so the Red Bull crashed into you with full power. Your hip felt the most force, but your legs were crushed under the dented medal of your car. You couldn’t even feel your right arm and it’s better that you didn’t. The crash knocked your head straight into the left side of your headrest and even with that bulky helmet, you were seconds away from unconsciousness.

For reasons you couldn’t figure out and didn’t have the time to, the words said in your last conversation swam in your head.

“Good luck”

“Good luck”

“Good luck”

If this is good luck, then what is bad luck?

You thought as your eyes closed. You didn’t have to find out, because the luck that was your life, runs out.

Eighteen cars are back in the pitlane, but Sergio Perez’s Red Bull remains out on the track. He turns off his car no problem, but his shaky hands cannot seem to unbuckle the harness that keeps him in his seat. He’s been in Formula 1 a long time, and he can’t thoroughly describe it, only as a terrible, terrible feeling, one you have all over your body. He’s only felt it once and he never wanted to feel it again. His body is in déjà vu, thinking of the terrible day in Japan, in denial of this day in Spa.

He pulls himself out of the car and sprints towards you. “Y/n!” He screams as loud as he possibly can. “Y/n!” He’s muttering curses and pleadings. “Y/n please” He lifts your visor to reveal your closed eyes. The Mexican swears again and looks around frantically for the medical team. He weaves his arms through the halo and starts shaking your shoulders. Segio doesn’t know what it’ll do but he doesn’t know what else he can do.

He unbuckles your harness as well before removing your helmet and balaclava whilst his brain is trying to remember the safety procedures he was taught. The man places two fingers underneath your chin where your pulse point is supposed to be. Except it isn’t, and Sergio Perez begins to panic. He tries to be still for a moment, watch your nose and your mouth and your chest for any signs of breathing, and places his hands over his own helmet covered face. His voice breaks. “Y/n”

Flashes of red lights dance across your reflective visor and the sound of sirens becomes audible. He keeps his head rested on the side of your car and his hands clasped together in a prayer, hoping that the crash could be undone. There are wheels squeaking against the track and footsteps rushing around and he feels a hand placed on his shoulder.

“Sergio, are you okay? Come over here, you need a checkup...” A marshal drones on but Checo’s mind is on you. That terrible feeling is drowning him, forcing him to remember how it felt when he learned Jules Bianchi died and how he promised to never let a friend die. Sergio Perez has been in Formula 1 a long time; he should know not to make promises you can’t keep.

But we never thought there’d be an “after” you

The Mercedes garage knows first. The message comes from a radio and Lewis thinks that no message that important should be given by a radio.

He’s angry first. The British man is not known for his rage, but it escapes him before he can control it. He’s been out of his car for almost 10 minutes by now, Toto telling him to come out when 20 minutes passed, and they hadn’t been given an update. Lewis was listening to the station the medical team uses, and he, like everyone else in the room, was still.

“We’ve completed the examination, there is no pulse. Y/n L/n is dead”

A calm, before the storm.

He grabs the radio before anyone can react and is shouting without even realizing it. “No you haven’t. You check and you check again and again until she walks back here, okay?” Lewis’s voice breaks and his heart knows it even though his brain is denying it.

“I’m sorry but she’s-”

“No, no, she isn’t anything. She is fine and you bring her back here right now. You tell her I need to talk to her, you tell her I need her right now” A sob slips from his mouth and he’s buried his head in his hands as if taking his eyes off the world would bring her back into it.

The normally stoic Toto Wolff has tears shining in his eyes and Susie is crying next to him. The engineers in the room don’t know what to do, only that they want to go home and miss you and try to convince themselves they’ll see you later, walking out of the hotel with a smile on your face, rushing to catch your flight.

The FIA knows your relationship with the rest of the drivers well enough that none of them will have the heart and mind to finish the race. They radio each of the team’s garage’s one at a time, breaking the news and informing them of their decision.

David Crofty and Martin Brundle know next, and they are graced with the gift of telling almost 400 thousand people that one of their drivers have died. David Crofty and Martin Brundle are well into their age and have seen a lot but seeing a young woman killed doing what she loved in a freak accident? No, that’s too much.

A heavy silence fills Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps and the fans are stunned into the silence of reality.

The drivers are questioning themselves for the first time since 2019. Charles Leclerc breaks down into tears and he’s not sure how many more loved ones he can lose before he crumbles completely. Pierre Gasly sobs at the thought of having to lay another bouquet of flowers at this track and this time, without you by his side.

Esteban Ocon is spiraling into déjà vu and Yuki Tsunoda is torn between comforting himself, Daniel Ricciardo, or making the trip to Alpine to see his best friend. In that moment, the Australian is sure he will never smile again because you aren’t here it mirror it or cause it. Carlos Sainz hopes he never loses one of his sisters but if he does, he knows it will feel like this. The Spainard only wished to protect you and keep you happy and is left crying while his wishes fall away just like his tears.

Fernando Alonso knows this is something that will be engraved in his mind for every second of every day for the rest of his life. People assure him, it’s not your fault, it was a freak accident, but it doesn’t feel like it. He knows how to defend, especially without making contact, so how do you explain this? The man is advised not to let the grief consume him, but he welcomes it, lives with it until November, when he announces his retirement and knows that it’s permanent this time.

Lando Norris, George Russel, and Alex Albon are in states of disbelief.

We were talking, not even two hours ago... she was supposed to go with us...

You were supposed to go golfing with the three, yes, but you were also meant to go through Formula 1 with them. Be there for every podium, every win, every World Championship the four of you always dreamed of winning. Now they just dream of getting one more minute with you.

Dear Spa, stop killing our friends

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Vanitas finding out his s/o was a former Paladin but got kicked out because she showed mercy to a vampire mother and her children? S/o's loyalty to the Chasseur was already wavering but being told to kill a mother and her children made her completely lose faith in them.

“Hold still.”

Despite the order, Vanitas flinches on instinct. Although he has a very high pain tolerance thanks to his past, his psychological pain threshold is very low. Aka: he hypes it up in his head too much. “It’s hurts!”

“I haven’t done anything yet!” [Y/N] snapped back at him.

They eventually sigh and let his arm go. “Just…stay here then. I’ll go look for some bandages and supplies. You work on getting over this so we can actually fix your arm.” They get up to leave and disappear into the shadows for their search. Leaving Vanitas alone.

He sat there for a while. Huffing and puffing about having to sit there like a child while he waited for them. Then, he suddenly heard the sound of his name, “Vanitas-san!”

The black-haired man tensed and grew pale as he turned, hoping he was just delusional from blood loss. But no. It was certainly Roland.

“What are you doing here?? Oh my goodness, you’re hurt!”

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” Vanitas coiled into himself on instinct. Though Roland was very nice, and an optimistic idiot, he still belonged to the organization that tortured him for years. “My uh…friend is getting me some bandages.”

“Awwww! That’s very nice of them!” Roland cheered. “It’s good to have a partner when you are fighting evil. This set back is just a minor hurdle, but proves to the fortitude of your cause!” Vanitas really wished he had some sunglasses to block out the blinding rays of Roland’s spirit.

“Ok. I have the bandages. Now if you can just hold still we can get…..” [Y/N] trailed off as they returned. Their eyes and Roland locking and an unfamiliar expression on the idiot’s face he hadn’t seen before. Surprise.

“[Y/N]….chan….”

“What are you doing here Roland?”

“Oh I was…on a mission…” He explained. “Hunting evil vampires.”

[Y/N] arched a brow. Probably at the comment of ‘evil vampires’. Vanitas was surprised too as he thought that the Chasseurthought all vampires were evil. “What are you…?”

“I’m here with….” Vanitas offered a little wave with his good hand to contribute to this awkward conversation. “Are you here alone? Or are you with….”

As if on cue, there is the distant call of Roland’s name. “It’s Olivier.” He told them. “Do you want to-“No. I can’t.” [Y/N] cut in quickly.

Roland nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll distract him and get him away from here while you get Mr. Vanitas out of here.”

“Roland. You can’t-“I won’t tell anyone.” His turn to interject.

[Y/N] put the bandages away and helped Vantias, who was still very confused, to his feet. The Chasseuralready making his way back to his comrade. “Roland!” He paused and turned back to look at [Y/N]. “If you need anything…”

The blonde just smiled. “Don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine!” Then he was gone.

Alone, Vanitas turned to [Y/N], “what was that about?” He was confused, and honestly a little jealous. There was clearly some history there. A history he knew nothing about between his partner and man who was once their enemy turned friend. “How do you know Roland? What was he talking about not telling?”

[Y/N] looked scared and dejected. Another expression he hadn’t seen before today. They swallow a lump in their throat before they tell him. “Roland and I used to be friends. When I was their Sapphire….”

Vanitas was shocked to the point that his whole heart felt like it stopped. They used to be Chasseur?? Sworn to the very people how tortured and nearly killed him!! “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“It was irrelevant. I’m not that person anymore.”

“Irrelevant?! Irrelevant?! You used to belong to the church and the people who….” He was too traumatized to even say out loud that they did to him. For the sake of ‘science’ and the holy order. “How could you not tell me?! How could you work for those people?!”

“I know exactly what kind of people they are Vanitas! It’s why I left!”

Vanitas stopped being angry for a moment and returned to shock again. To his knowledge, no one left the Chasseur. One, their life expectancy was short. If they weren’t killed by vampires, the treatments and drugs they were given drastically shortened their life (all for the cause). Two, it was forbidden for Chasseur to ever leave service. They were bound by their oath until death. They couldn’t just…leave.

“You’re lying.” He accused. So, [Y/N] sighed and told him the very sad story of why they left.

They had believed in the cause, at first. You don’t join the Church without believing. They were very good at their job and training, and eventually promoted to Sapphire. Second only to their Diamond. One day they were sent on a mission to irradicate a vampire village somewhere in the French foothills, but they were amazed to discover how civilized they were. No violence. No secret horrors. The people had been kind to them and in the end they couldn’t do it. Sending word that these people needed to be left alone in reciprocating peace that they showed. But the church didn’t take kindly to that.

They dispatched more Chasseur and with their force wiped the village from existence. [Y/N] was taken into custody for heresy. Clearly ‘manipulated by the vampires and their illusionary tactics’ and sent for ‘reeducation’. Sometime during the process, [Y/N] couldn’t remember how long they had been there for while they were tormented under the guise of salvation, they escaped.

“I’m not sure if they sent word that I was dead, or an excommunicated traitor, but they didn’t come after me. I still had to hide, but started a new life for myself away from the church. After that, I met you. That time and now are completely different places for me. You must understand that.”

Vanitas listened to their story and tried to process it. “I didn’t lie to you. Or…I didn’t mean to lie to you, if we consider omission a lie. If you don’t think you can trust me, or if this is too much for us, then let me know and I’ll fix your arm and go.”

Vanitas reached out with his good arm. Snatching theirs in his grasp. As if on instinct at the suggestion of them leaving him. “I don’t want you to go.” [Y/N] breathed a sigh of relief. “But…I will need sometime with this.”

[Y/N] nodded. They patched up his arm in silence and they left together in silence as well. They would be back to normal eventually. Or whatever version of normal their lives were. For now, this was just a lot to process. But if Vanitas could be unlikely friends with a Jasper, then perhaps he could make a relationship work with a Sapphire.

[dozing-marshmallow]

HENRY HOTLINE X OPTIMISTIC! READER ONE SHOT

“Oh hello Henry!” you waved,“I’m doing some origami, would you like to join me?”

“No.” yet he still watched over your hands,“What is this anyway?”

“Oh! It’s the art of paper folding that originated in Japan and there are so many shapes you can do!” you explained, putting down the one you were working on to proudly hold up a few that you’ve done recently,“This one is a star, and I made this duck and these rabbits a couple of days ago.” you showcased, now going back to work on the current one, though on the next step, it came out irreversibly wrong.

“Ah, looks like I messed up a step there. I guess I’ll have to restart.” you admitted, scrunching up the paper and discarding it in the bin.

“Too bad you won’t have that option next season.” Henry was very encouraging.

“I know, that’s why I’m going to try make all the mistakes I can.” you agreed, grabbing a new piece of A4 paper,“Though every time I do these things, I always think this is the one.“

“So you purposely set yourself up for such high standards? It must be so devastating when things take a turn away from them.” he assumed pessimistically.

“Not at all. Life goes on and so do I.” you folded diagonal triangles on each side of the paper and unfolded so the dents were perpendicular.

“Not for long.”

“And that’s what makes it more important!” you chirped, folding smaller triangles,“I really thought being in here would crush my spirits. I’m not happy about having grown used to seeing dead people on display, but I guess that’s all part of the motivation. The inflated possibility of death facing me everyday, it...it forces you to acknowledge the delicacy of life. You think you’ll be here long, but no, anything can happen.” more triangles in the centre,“We take for granted even being able to feel.”

In his disagreement, Henry prompted you,“And what if the feeling was agonising?”

You repeated the steps on the other side of the paper, not taking your eyes off,”Every day is a day worth making to. If we really had everything we wanted by the snap of our fingers, would the point of living really exist?”

“You sound like a cartoon.” Henry sneered, grabbing one of the rabbit origami you made and squeezed it in his fist,“And I hate cartoons.”

You saw what he did, but weren’t offended. You could always make another,“That’s okay too. We can’t please everyone, can we?”

Henry stuttered at your response,“How do you find it in you to still be so untroubled?”

You thought for a moment. The minds of human beings were inclined to stay in the bad, mysteriously needing more good to cancel out one bad,“I might have trained myself to. No matter my failures, rejection, I...just think oh well. That’s that. It’s not in my control to worry about. My responsibility is to focus and move on, do better next time. Even if things don’t improve immediately, the fact I take action, is still progress. If I give up now, I’ll truly guarantee nothing.”

“The only thing you’ve guaranteed is death.” sneering, the ruined work in his hand now descended back to the table.

A chuckle falls under your breath,“It may seem that way. Focusing and mourning about mistakes, failures of the past, won’t do anything for me. Yeah, a lot of the past influences my present, but it doesn’t mean it’ll influence my future.” you hummed thoughtfully up to him,“There’s this saying that goes, the temptation to give up is usually right before success.”

“Then I’m assuming you either never had the strong temptation...” he began, now looking into your eyes,“Or you’re simply in the rare unusual.”

“Who’s to say? How much do your dreams mean to you if you gave up at a few setbacks?” you asked, smiling at your progress, adjusting the shape,“Woohoo! That’s the second box done!”

Henry paused,“I forgot we were discussing this filth.”

You frowned,“You’re free to go, you know.” 

“I am, but it’s been so long since I could talk to a contestant, let alone a winner, and they like doing this.” he pointed a sharp finger at the table like it really was unbelievable.

You grabbed the other paper box,“And so what? I could believe the sky is purple and the moon really is made of cheese, does it do anything to you? Does it hurt you or anyone else?”

His wired neck yanked his head back,“It hurts to watch.”

You put the ends of the long rectangular paper through the gaps on top of both of the boxes,“Then that just means you haven’t learnt to appreciate having fun for yourself. When you do, you would find that comments like that don’t mean much.” you replied, rotating the origami from all angles before throwing a fist of victory in the air,“There! I finally finished. You can have this one, Henry.”

He caught it when you tossed it and he examined it.

“From what I’ve heard, origami is typically given as a gift of healing and hope since a plain piece of paper can transform into something beautiful.” you grabbed a new piece of paper, planning on recreating the rabbit one,”At this rate, I’m not sure if I’ll see the day where I reach that, but I’m happy I got to do something.” you grabbed a new piece of paper, planning on recreating the rabbit one,“You can destroy that one if you want,” yet he shoved it in his interior pocket.

[4xbfdi]

hello!!! ive created a little story based on my algebralien bunny au!

The sun was just beginning to rise over the rolling hills of the Equation Playground. Dew sparkled on the soft grass, and the air filled with birds chirping a gentle morning melody. In the middle of the meadow, near a cozy shared burrow, stood Four and X, who was eagerly waiting for a new arrival.

“I can’t believe Two’s finally moving into the Equation Playground!” X exclaimed, his ears twitching with excitement as he leaned against Four, their paws lightly touching. “It’s going to be so fun having them nearby! Aren’t you excited?”

Four groaned, his nose twitching. “Excited? That’s not really the word I’d use. Do they really have to move in next to us?”

“Fouurr… come on! Two will be a great neighbor! Besides, you two are already friends, right?”

Four narrowed his eyes. “If by ‘friends’ you mean ‘they constantly annoy me’ then sure, friends.” He huffed, folding his arms. “I don’t get what your deal is with Two. You always act like they’re the best.”

X giggled. “They’re nice! Maybe you just need to give them a chance. You two have a lot in common, you know.”

Before Four could continue his rant, they spotted a familiar figure hopping toward them over the hill. Two, ears bent slightly in an eager, nervous way, was using their magic to carry a box full of belongings. Their wide grin made X smile instantly.

“Hey Four! Hi X!” Two called, waving with one paw. “It’s so good to see you both! I’m so excited to be your neighbor!”

“Two!” X hopped forward. “You made it! Welcome to the Equation Playground, we’re going to help you get settled in!”

“Oh, thank you X!” Two said, then turned to Four with a bright smile. “And Four! My old friend, thanks for coming to help too!”

Four frowned, nose twitching. “Yeah… ‘friend.’ Let’s just get this over with.” He muttered under his breath.

Two either didn’t notice or pretended not to, their excitement undampened. “I’m glad we’ll be right next to each other! I’ll get to see you every day!” They beamed as if that was the best news in the world.

Four winced at the thought, but X leaned in with a grin, nudging him. “Isn’t that great, Four?”

“Yeah… great,” Four groaned, managing a tight smile.

The trio hopped over to Two’s new burrow, which was conveniently located next to Four and X’s shared one. X was already hopping around, excitedly pointing out the best spots for tunnels, while Two surveyed the space with plenty of ideas.

“So, what kind of burrow were you thinking of?” X asked, peering into the box Two had set down, inspecting all the little trinkets. “Something fun with curvy tunnels?”

Two’s eyes sparkled. “I was thinking of something balanced, you know? Like, some curvy tunnels like yours, X, but also symmetrical rooms. That way it’s fun but organized.”

X smiled. “That sounds perfect! Right, Four?”

Four thumped, clearly annoyed with X’s attention being shifted away from him. “It sounds fine, I guess… as long as they don’t mess up the neighborhood with too many weird tunnels.”

Two chuckled, hopping over. “Don’t worry, Four! I know you like things neat. I won’t make a mess. We’ve always worked well together!”

Four’s ears twitched, and he muttered, “If you say so.” He shot X a look that said, please get me out of this.

But X, ever the optimist, just smiled and began digging enthusiastically. “Come on, let’s get started!”

Four attempted to dig straight, clean tunnels for the foundation, but Two kept bouncing in with their own ideas, curving paths and suggesting tweaks that drove Four up the wall.

“Ugh, Two, can you not curve this tunnel?” Four groaned, staring at a bend Two had just made. “It’s supposed to connect to the room in a straight line.”

Two blinked and smiled. “But a little curve makes it more fun! Besides, X loves digging curves, right X?”

X looked up from happily digging side tunnels, grinning. “I do, but maybe we can balance it out?”

Four shot Two a glare, the kind that said, you’re only doing this because you know it bugs me.

Two grinned, unfazed. “Come on, Four, it’ll be fun!”

Four sighed but relented. “Fine. Just don’t add any surprise tunnels.”

With Four keeping things orderly and X adding creative touches, the burrow turned out surprisingly well. By the time the sun began to set, the entrance tunnel was neat and straight, just the way Four liked it.

Once the digging was done, Two opened their box full of decorations. “Now for the best part!” They pulled out a set of colorful math-themed décor.

Four raised an eyebrow. “What… are those?”

“Decorations!” Two said happily, hopping into the burrow and placing little items on the walls. Smiling at something in the box, they pulled out a green-framed picture of Four, X, and themselves, with Four being the only one not smiling. Two carefully placed it above their bed.

They continued unpacking—a decorative green tea set, framed posters, and more. “This one goes here… and this can hang right at the entrance,” they mumbled, lost in concentration as they arranged everything.

X peered in, his eyes lighting up when he saw the framed picture. “Wow, Two! It looks amazing! I remember when we took this!” He giggled.

Two stood back, admiring their burrow. “This is great! Thanks so much for the help, you two.”

Four, looking exhausted from the day’s work, gave a half-hearted nod. “Yeah, I guess it’s fine.”

Two nudged Four playfully. “See? I knew we could work together, like always!”

Four’s ears flattened, but he didn’t pull away. “Just don’t get used to me digging for you all the time.”

As evening settled in, the three bunnies sat outside the burrow, enjoying the cool night air. Two was thrilled to be in their newly decorated home, while Four and X curled up together, paws intertwined.

Even though Four grumbled about Two living next to them, there was a fondness behind the bickering, like siblings who could never admit they actually cared for each other.

For X, the day was a success. Two had a new home, and Four, though he wouldn’t say it, was happy to have helped.

As the stars twinkled overhead, Two looked up and smiled. “I think this is going to be a great new start. Thanks for everything, X. You too, Four. I can’t wait to start decorating more tomorrow, I’ve got even more ideas!”

Four’s ears twitched. “More? You brought enough decorations to last a lifetime.”

X chuckled softly. “You’ll like it, Four. I’m sure Two’s decorations will grow on you.”

“Don’t count on it.”

With that, the three bunnies settled in for the night, knowing that even with a little rivalry, they’d always have each other’s backs.

And as X drifted off, nestled against Four, Two watched from their newly decorated burrow, feeling like they truly belonged in this little corner of the playground.

Maybe, just maybe, Four was starting to feel the same way.

[kydrogendragon]

"Where'd you find this?" Hob asks, picking up the old, rather brittle leather case. He smiles, rubbing his thumb over the scratched and faded color.

"Up in the top of the closet." Jo sighs and sets down the tall stack of old boxes onto the kitchen table. She crosses her arms over it and rests her head against them, groaning as she stretches her back. "Christ, Hobsie, I don't even know how you fit so much in there. And I still haven't found that old bag you claimed to have in there."

He snorts, flicking open the snap button on the case and pulls out the now very outdated Kodiak camera from its case. He runs his hand across the metal shell, feeling warmth well in his eyes as memories flood through him. It's been ninety years now since he first got this thing. Nearly a century. He might not have any working film for it, but he's certain it would still work as good as the day he got it.

Hob clicks the button on the top, letting the front lens pop open. He trails a finger over the folded bellows. Maybe he's just nostalgic, but there's something charming about these folding cameras. Sure, modern-day ones can take spectacular images. Lots easier to use than film. And cheaper. But these feel more...alive. Maybe he likes these for the same reasons he still prefers vinyls over streaming music.

Or he's just old.

"That's neat," Jo says, pulling Hob out of his thoughts.

"Yeah," he says, tilting the viewfinder straight and peers down at it. Jo's face reflects back at him through the fingernails sized glass. He dials in the lens, sharpening the image. "It's my old camera. First one I ever got. Definitely used a village's worth of film in the first few years. Peggy got a kick out of it, though she did scold me after I kept taking her picture early in the morning. Said she wanted to be remembered not for her morning hair and bad breath but for her taste in clothes and skilled use of a curler.... Didn't touch it much after the blitz." He works his jaw, taking a breath as he does so. It's been a long time since he lost her, but the sting is still there. Still...raw. Especially holding items like this.

"Sorry, Da." He waves her concern away, sniffling back the sadness.

"Want it? I bet if you managed to track down some film, it'd work. Maybe Rachel would think it's charming," he says with a wink. Jo rolls her eyes, but takes the proffer camera from his hands.

"Well...it is pretty cool. Bet I could clean this case up. Got that leather kit for my docs. I bet they'd work on this too." He watched with a soft smile as she fiddles between the case and the camera and his heart squeezes in his chest. It's small thing like this, he realizes, that he missed with Robyn. Passing things along, having them gain new life in the next generation. Even if Jo's not his by blood, she's his daughter, even if she grumbles about it. Christ, he's gonna tear up again. He doubts she'd believe him if he blames it on the dust.

"Right!" He says, clapping his hands together. "Clearly that closet's been neglected for too long. Here, I'll help sort through some of thing. Maybe we can actually get it organized."

Jo laughs as she sets the camera, now secured back in its case, on the coffee table in the living room. "Very optimistic of you. That's a weekend long chore at the least."

Hob lifts the lid on the nearest box and groans internally at the mess of clutter and paper inside. Jo's probably right, but that doesn't mean he'll give her the satisfaction. "Well, we can get as far as we can then. Maybe we'll even find that old bag while we're at it."

A few weeks later, he gets a letter in the mail with a small stack of photos of Jo and Rachel taken on that very same Kodiak. Hob sticks them on the fridge with a smile next to the old photos they'd found all the way back from 1937 of him and Peggy.

[mrsalwayswrite]

What Words Can't Say - Chapter 1

A/N: Welcome to my new series! When I watched MOTA I had no intentions to become obsessed but here we are.

Summary: When Abby joined the war effort, her only purpose was to support her cousin and fix up the B-17 Fortresses so they could continue their missions. She had no intentions of getting close to the men who piloted them. Yet when the 100th Bomb Group flew into Thorpe Abbotts, specifically a handsome blond Major, her carefully built walls began to crumble, one brick at a time.

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and violence

Words: 1455

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

May, 1943

The sound reminded her of a thunderstorm as she stood on the tarmac, watching one by one as the Boeing B-17 Flying Fortresses took off into the blue sky. There was beauty in the forts as they took off, these massive machines rising into the clouds and defying gravity as they dotted the sky above. A similar beauty as found in thunderstorms, in her opinion. There was a timeless awe in witnessing lightning racing across the sky. 

Yet she had lived through too many storms, the initial spark of wonder drowned out by knowing what those storms brought, the destruction that followed in their wake. 

As her hazel eyes followed the path of the forts, heading to their new target, she could not help but wonder how many men and planes would return. 

An arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close. She willingly followed the action, leaning her head against the man's shoulder, even as they both kept their eyes on the sky. 

“It'll be better this time. I've got a feeling.”

She could not help the sad smile that her cousin's comment drew forth. “You're too much of an optimist for being in a war.”

“Yeah? Well, your pessimism is annoying.” He flicked her ear with a chuckle. 

“Ouch!”

He quickly stepped away before she could retaliate. “Alright, let's get some chow and rest!” He called out to the ground crew standing nearby. “We've got six hours until the forts are expected to return.”

She glanced up at the sky one more time as the last of the bombers disappeared in the distance. She hoped her cousin's feeling was right. Maybe they would get lucky this time. 

“Come on, Abby,” her cousin called to her from a few paces away. 

After a brief sigh, she turned on her heel and quickly caught up to where he stood waiting for her. “I'll do the task list, you go lay down. I know you barely slept last night.”

“It's alright, I can–”

She not-so-gently shoved him. “Go, I've got this. I'll sleep after.”

Ken Lemmons squinted at his older cousin before conceding defeat. “Fine. Have Dog-Face help you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” She dismissively waved a hand. “Go on before I write your mother a letter about how you aren't taking care of yourself.”

“You wouldn't!”

“How quickly do you think she'd get on the next ship to England?”

Ken groaned. “I'm going! Christ. I thought we were a team!”

“We are.” She smiled innocently. “Teammates look out for each other.”

“Threatening to write my mother is not something a teammate would do.”

“Only for your own good.” She reached up to rub her hand over his curls, only to pull her hand back with a grimace. “Ugh, when was the last time you showered? Your hair is disgusting.”

Laughing, he pushed his head towards her face, made easier since she was shorter than him. “Smell me!” 

“You're gross!” She shoved him away, laughter bubbling up inside her. “Shower first, then sleep.”

He gave her a quick two finger salute before jogging to catch up to the other male ground crew, all hoping to get a couple hours of shut eye before dealing with the chaos that would arrive when the forts returned. 

Walking over to the over-glorified shed where they stored their tools and extra parts for the B-17s, she mentally started going down the checklist, making sure everything was back in its place and no idiots - dammit Simon - lost another wrench. The actions were second nature by this point, and why Ken (who was the ground crew chief and lead mechanic) trusted her to do it. 

Once completed, she headed towards the Red Cross nurses’ hut to catch up on her own sleep. Since she was the only female mechanic at Thorpe Abbotts, they had billited her with the nurses. Most of the nurses were friendly enough with her, although it took time for some of them to mentally adjust to her being in a ‘men's’ role and not a nurse, secretary or radio operator like the other women on the base. Overall, it was not a terrible arrangement, but with the amount of women coming and going from the hut due to their various shifts, it was hard to get a deep, restful sleep. 

Before stepping into the hut, she glanced up at the sky one more time and sent a silent prayer to a God that vanished with the onset of the War, praying that more men and forts would return this time. 

Please, let this mission not end in disaster…

*****

Fire, screams and sirens filled the air as what was left of the bombers returned to the airfield. 

Her eyes scanned over the few planes that returned, assessing the level of damage and repairs needed. Not enough. Not enough forts and men returned. Again. Even though she had been doing this for months now, it never got easier. Seeing the destruction of the forts, the decimation of the men and the knowledge of who and what were lost…it sapped strength from the soul. 

But she had a job to do, and she would not stop until they told her too. 

“Is it always like that?” 

Abby heard the question asked to the left of where she stood. The quiet question was at odds with the chaos around them, a juxtaposition in which she could not help but take notice, even as she continued surveying the damaged planes. She always waited until the injured were removed from the tarmac and the rest of the men were driven off to interrogation before getting close. She had learned the hard way that with her smaller stature, it was easy to get trampled. 

“You wondering what to tell your guys? My advice - don't. They'll find out once they're up there.” The veteran pilot walked away, hoisting his pack further up on his shoulder. 

The new major stared up at the plane he suffered hell through with a mix of horror and resignation. His fellow pilot's words were obviously being replayed over and over along with the horrors he witnessed in his mind. So caught up in his own memories, she doubted he even noticed her move closer. 

Abby heard about the new major and his 100th Bomb Group that were to arrive in the next two weeks. Most of the information she gleaned from the man before her was from the nurses she bunked with. Apparently, Major John Egan had quite the reputation. The nurses gossiped about his handsome features- those dark eyes, the mustache that tickled when he kissed them, and that cheeky smirk that broke hearts as easily as a bullet shattering glass. Abby witnessed firsthand how the man seemed like the sun and everyone around was unable to help the gravity pulling them towards him. He was charismatic, funny and kind, and did not mind making a fool of himself. The ladies loved flirting with him, offering dance after dance in the Officer's Club. While those that snuck away into dark corners with him gossiped about how attentive and talented he was, with more than just his mouth. 

Yet at this moment, none of those characteristics were apparent. Instead he looked like a lost, little boy that had been dared to jump off the bridge and did it; but now at the bottom, he realized the danger he survived and wondered if his friends would too. 

“Major?” She hesitantly said, trying not to startle him. 

Her voice seemed to jolt him from wherever his mind had traveled too. Those dark eyes -haunted now by what he saw- darted to her and he almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief from being released from those memories. 

“Sir, you've got blood on your hands. You should wash it off and then get to interrogation. The Brass here are particular about that.”

“Uh…thanks.” He tried to smile but it was a faint thing. He glanced up at the forts once more then turned on his heel, heading to a nearby jeep waiting for him. 

She watched him walk away and wondered if he would tell his Bomb Group the truth or like what was suggested, let them experience it for themselves. She could never truly know what those pilots experienced, but for how often she had to patch up their forts and witnessed the dead and wounded men removed from the planes beforehand…she could take a guess. 

And there was nothing that could prepare a soldier for that level of hell. 

Straightening the red handkerchief that covered her brunette hair, she sighed before jumping into the fray. Hopefully, they had a couple days to work on the forts before another mission happened.

Hopefully. 

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Hope, love & V - Chapter 4: The first steps towards healing

Summary: V learns to live with the new changes in her life.

V had changed her mind. This sucked so much. This was so much harder than she thought it would be. She initially had been so happy after her surgery: the amputation and attachment of the prosthetic connectors were a success and in addition, her legs had regained some motion. She was all set to finally get this road to recovery in high gear.

And then she took her first step on said road …and it was filled with potholes, cracks, detours and crashes. It had been months, and she felt like she was taking more steps backwards than forward …metaphorically speaking.

Her doctors had warned her; this wasn’t going to be easy. She was required to do extensive physical and psychological therapy, which would all take time. Despite the warnings, V had been optimistic, if not a bit dismissive, about all of it. She had survived the Absolute Solver, she had survived the Sentinel attack, she had overcome – or was at least on the right path - her own reluctance about forming close relationships, be it platonic or romantic and most of all, she had survived the surgery.  Some therapy wasn’t going to be a big deal.

But …it was. It was a big deal. In fact, she’d rather face the Sentinels again than this …torture they called a ‘gait training’. It was humiliating, using this parallel bars thingy to learn how to walk again. V huffed and groaned as she took careful steps, wincing as pain shot through her right leg while it felt her left leg was getting peppered with spikes. Her grip around the bars was so intense, she could hear the metal groan.

“Are we almost done?” V asked, trying so hard not to make it sound like she was whining.

“Almost, Miss V.” her doctor, Steen, said on the other end of the bars – the far end, to V’s chagrin. “Just once more, and we are done for the day.”

Robo-God, that was easy for him to say. He wasn’t struggling out here. V bit back a sarcastic comment, not wanting to waste her energy on something that pointless. She knew he was only doing his job, and she couldn’t have made it this far without his expertise. So, she’d cut him some slack …for now.

V reached the end of the bars and took a few moments to catch her breath, which somehow only managed to make her feel the pain in her legs even more. The nurse that had helped her put on her prosthetics had tightened the screws just a bit too hard where they kept the connectors in place. It felt like the prosthetic was scarping against them with every step, which made walking very uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath and spun around …only to feel her entire body seize up again and everything cramped up tightly. She gripped the bars so hard that she wasn’t surprised that they didn’t snap in two. Luckily, while the seizure was fierce, it was also very fleeting. It only took V a few seconds to relax again. With a grimace, she noticed her doctor peering over his glasses.

“You okay there, Miss V?” he asked.

“I’m just fine!” V snapped, sounding a bit harsher than she intended to be. She took a deep breath. She threw her doctor an apologetic grin. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s quite alright.” Steen said, waving her apology away. He was probably used to it by now. V tended to snap like that once or twice during their sessions. “Take a few seconds to compose yourself, and make your way to my side.”

V took a few deep breaths, calming her buzzing core down and started to take careful steps towards the other end of the parallel bars.

“Yes, that’s it. Almost there. Just few more steps, aaand …good, finished.” Steen helped guide V towards her wheelchair and gently helped her sit down. He smiled as he gestured V towards his desk. He hummed approvingly as he made his way to his desk and sat down, waiting for V to roll herself there as well. “Excellent work, Miss V. You’re making great progress.” 

“Really? Doesn’t feel like it.” V mumbled. She flinched, realizing she had said that out loud. She hadn’t meant to say it, but it came out before she could stop herself. “I’m sorry, I-“

Steen held up a hand, his face friendly, no indication whatsoever that he had taken offense to V’s comment. “No need.” He assured, folding his hands on his desk. “It’s quite normal to feel …frustration, when progress is slower than you were hoping it would be.”

“You sound like my therapist.” V stated flatly, leaning back into her wheelchair, letting out a content sigh. It was ironic, really. At first, she had been so eager to get to walk again, and now she ended up trying to avoid it all together most time.

“Speaking of which, how are your sessions with Dr. Baher?” Steen asked. “I hope you’ve been keeping up your regular appointments with her?”

V hoped her doctor hadn’t seen her flinch. “Yeah, yeah, I have. It’s been going great.”

“Well, that’s not what she’s been telling me.” He chuckled when he saw V’s shocked expression. “Did you forget that she’s my sister-in-law?”

“No, but I do know about a little thing called ‘doctor-patient confidentiality’.” V stated, crossing her arms and looking away, a bit embarrassed that she got caught.

“Which is true, but we are both assigned to your case, so we need to keep each other informed about your progress.” Steen adjusted his glasses, still smiling sympathetically at his patient.

“It’s not like I haven’t been going …” V couldn’t stop herself from blushing, feeling flustered about the interrogation – or ‘consultation’, as everyone seemed to be calling it. “I just …don’t like getting someone in my head since, y’know-?” she gestured at herself. “This whole situation being the result of the last time that happened?”

“Miss V, no-one is denying that you and your kin have gone through very traumatic events-“

“I’ve caused a few of those too.” V interrupted, producing – what she hoped to be – a cocky grin.

Steen continued, unperturbed by her interruption or dark statement. “And because of recent changes, besides your surgery and semi-loss of your legs, but also your past and current role in our colony, it is necessary – nay, vital – that you come to certain form of closure about …everything.” He gave her a warm smile, one V imagined a father would give a daughter. “It’s all for your own good. The body can’t mend, if the mind remains damaged.”

V felt something surge deep inside her. A need to defend herself, to make him eat his words and vehemently deny everything he just told her …but she managed to push that urge back down again. She often needed to remind herself that people actually just wanted to help her, and sometimes that meant listening to things she didn’t want to hear.

V let out a frustrated mumble. “I guess I could …maybe, be a little more …cooperative.” She let out a deep sigh, and nodded to his statement, leaning back into her wheelchair. Her eyes glanced down at her legs and she scowled. The change in her expression was involuntary, something she didn’t want to show to her doctor.

But alas …

“Something else bothering you, Miss V?” Steen asked.

V let out a surprised squeak, crossed her arms, shrinking into herself and avoided any eye contact with Steen. “No!”

Silence fell over the room, neither of them speaking up. After a few moments, V glanced up, sighing when she saw Steen’s gaze fixed on her, like he was waiting for her to answer. She realized that she wasn’t going to win this fight. She relaxed her body and folded her hands on her lap. “Okay, something is bothering me.”

“Go on.” Steen’s voice was soft and patient.

V bit her lower lip, mulling over her words. She eventually took a deep breath. “You said that when I would do the surgery, I would get back my ability to walk, yeah?”

“What I said was ‘improve your mobility’, which has happened.” Steen gestured to the parallel bars, as to prove his point.

“But that’s just the thing.” V exclaimed loudly, frustration building up in her voice. “I’m not improving. I’m …not getting better. I still need this ….stupid wheelchair or crutches, I still get seizures, my legs hurt all the time, and …and-“ She buried her face in her hands, more out of frustration than the tears that had started to trickle down her visor.

A silence fell over the room once again, this time lasting for what seemed to be an eternity, before Dr. Steen took a deep breath.

“V?”

The familiarity in his voice made V look up. Steen was giving her a warm, sympathetic smile, nothing in his face saying that her outburst had shaken him.

“It’s completely natural to feel this way, like you’re not progressing fast enough, or not at all, even.” Steen began, his tone soft yet serious. “But you must understand, progress takes time and improvement doesn’t happen overnight.”

“I know that, it’s just …” V sighed, rubbing her arms. “I thought …”

“Thought what?”

“I don’t know …” V wrung her hands together.

“Miss V, the speed of your progress might not be what you wanted to be, but let me tell you, as your doctor, that you are doing very good, and at a faster pace than I initially thought it would.” He smiled when V looked up at him in surprise. “So cut yourself some slack, don’t rush this and just …take it day by day, okay?”

V smiled, a genuine one since she’s had set foot inside his practice, and nodded. “I think I could do that.”

“Good.” Steen opened a drawer and took out a set of coloured data sticks. “Now, I’ve got some new medication for you – don’t give me that look, you need them.” He pointed at each one of them. “This one is a new patch for the legs, that should fix up the balancing issue the last patch caused. The blue drive should help your system deal with your seizures a bit more. Take one shot in the evening, and one when you wake up. The last one is a just a little something to help you sleep, since you’ve mentioned you’ve been having trouble with that lately.”

V grabbed the drives and put them in her purse – yes, she was a purse person now, courtesy of Lizzy with providing her one – and nodded her head. “Thank you, Dr. Steen …and sorry for being such a difficult patient.”

Steen stood up with a chuckle and accompanied V to the door, opening it for her. “Oh, you’re hardly the most difficult patient I’ve had over the years.” He said with a chuckle. “Miss Uzi always gives me such a run for my money when she’s over here.”

“Does she now?” V asked with a mischievous grin, already using the ammo her doctor had unwittingly provided her to formulate a little tease for the purple haired girl. She rolled out of the office. “See you next time, Doc.”

“Oh, I’ve almost forgot!” Steen suddenly cried out, taking long steps to catch up to V. “Has someone informed you that you are being discharged from the hospital wing today?”

V screeched to a halt. Did someone tell her? The nurse that helped her in the morning, one who seemed to have extra energy when it came to talking and yapping about pointless things, did announce she had exciting news, but …V had kinda tuned out. She grimaced nervously. “Uh …maybe, but can you tell me again, just in case?”

“Well, since you’ve improved significantly since you’ve started your treatment, we have determined that you may return home.” Steen informed her with a soft smile.

V bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed. ‘Home’? Did she have one? She had been in that hospital room for the last few months, and had only ventured outside the hospital wing a few times. It had never really occurred to her that she’d move out eventually, even though it seemed only logical. She couldn’t just take a room there and call it her own. Would she need to go back to the pod? With this wheelchair? Her wings didn’t work anymore, so how-?

“V!” A voice suddenly called out, making the latter look up. She was surprised to see N walking up to her, carrying several bags of what she assumed to be her stuff on his person. “They said you were here!”

“Here I am.” V joked teasingly. She pointed at the load N was carrying. “What’s all this?”

“Your stuff.”

“Yeah, I’ve realized that, dingus.” V bit back teasingly, rolling her eyes. “What are you doing with them?”

“I’m taking you home!” N announced, nodding to Doctor Steen, who patted V on the shoulder a few times.

“I’ll let you two on your way.” Steen said, turning around and walking back towards his office. “I’ll see you on your next appointment, Miss V. Don’t forget to do your exercises in the meantime.”

“So, what’s this about, N?” V asked, taking a few of the smaller bags from N’s back, giving him a bit more room to move. “Last time I checked, the pod was destroyed by J, when she still thought she was helping Tessa, and not the Solver-controlling-Tessa.”

“I’ve got my own apartment here now, remember?” N asked, as she started to roll V’s chair down the hallways.

“Yeah, so?”

“So?” N chuckled, and V really had to contain herself from slapping him. She was trying to be a ‘kinder person’ now …which was as much of a struggle as her situation with her legs sometimes. “So, you’re moving in with me. It’s certainly big enough, like …three time the space the pod had. We’ll all have our own room, there’s space for your wheelchair.” He chuckled when he saw V’s surprised expression. “What, did you really think I wouldn’t share my space with you?”

“No?” V answered, actually surprised. “I figured you and your girlfriend were going to be moving in together?”

“Uzi still needs to go to school, and …well, her dad …”

Yeah, okay, V saw what N was saying. Khan Doorman, ever the vigilant doorkeeper. Although he had begrudgingly started to trust that the ‘Murder Drones’ – which Uzi kept saying was an offensive term to use – wasn’t going to attack the general populace, he certainly had trouble warming up to the idea of Uzi dating one. Lizzy’s dad, Teacher – what was the guy’s name anyway? – seemed not to care about his daughter dating the literal apex huntress of Dronekind.

“Listen, N, I really appreciate that you would do that for me – especially after all the abuse I’ve thrown your way over the years – but …are you sure?”

“sure I’m sure!” N cheerfully announced, waving towards some people they were passing. With him pushing her wheelchair, V couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel his demeaner change a bit. His tone became somewhat …serious. “And what about you did …I know that you had your reasons. You was …protecting us. Trying to make sure the Solver wouldn’t-“

“Shhh!” V looked around her, making sure no-one was around. N chuckled sheepishly and gave an apologetic nod. No-one knew the real truth about the Absolute Solver, and V, for one, wanted to keep it that way. If the whole truth came out …who knew what was going to happen?

“You were doing bad things for the right reasons.” N said instead. “That’s something that makes sense, right?”

“Right …” V smiled, a genuine warmth – not from overheating this time – building up inside her. “Thank, N. I mean that.”

“Hey, we’re family, aren’t we? And family looks after one another.”

“A bit weird to say, since we’ve both had crushes on one another at some point in time.” V mused, letting out a silent giggle.

“So, we are a weird family.” N chuckled. He gave V a soft pat on the shoulder. “But it looks like we both ended up with someone amazing, right?”

“Yeah …” V couldn’t help but blush a little.

“Speaking of Lizzy, she said she’d come over after school.” N said with a grin. “Help you ‘unpack you stuff’, which I think is code for ‘making out without interruption’? She seemed happy to hear that you’d finally move out of your hospital room.”

“Shut up.” V growled, blushing fiercely. She looked over her shoulder with a sarcastic grin. “Since when did you get confident enough to crack jokes like that? I thought Golden Retrievers had ‘gentle mouths’, and not ‘sarcastic bites’?”

N chuckled, turning a corner. “I guess that being with Uzi helped me grow like that. I’m not the same guy as before.”

“That’s certainly true.”

“Neither are you. Not the same girl, I mean.” N chuckled.

“Jeez, I wonder why?” V asked sarcastically, knocking on her legs.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.” V leaned back into her chair. “And I know what you mean …it’s weird, being here. Actually being around other drones, and they’re not afraid of us.” Her audio receptors picked up some whispers from Drones they passed. Some more of the same whispers she had gotten accustomed of hearing these days. “Well …mostly not afraid.”

“It’s getting better every day, though. We’re here.” N stated, stopping in front of a door and rummaging in his pockets for his keys. “Since I’ve been working with the WDF, people seem to warm up to me more and more. I’ve shown that they can trust me. Maybe you can do something similar?”

“My options are a bit limited, with these legs of mine.” V stated with a roll of her eyes. N had a point, though. Maybe, once she’s well enough to actually be active, she could find something to do in the colony. Not the WDF, that’s for sure. Not much use for a crippled Drone there, she thought. Maybe something ..productive? Something where she could provide a service or something. Back in the Manor, she mostly worked the Library wing, tending to the books, keeping them organized. It was something that she loved, something that she begrudgingly missed about her old life.. Maybe …?

V shook her head with a silent giggle. Look at her, already planning out her future, like she was going to be a regular Drone like any other.

Then again …maybe that’s what’s she could be. Just …normal. Herself.

“Got it!” N cheerfully said, opening the door to his apartment. “Welcome home, V!”

V rolled her wheelchair inside, letting out a soft whistle as she gazed around the room. N hadn’t been lying about having space. It was certainly bigger than the pod. It was …nice. It suddenly hit V …she never had something like this before.

Back in the Manor, when she was still a servant/companion for Tessa, she slept in a corner of the room, plugged into an outlet.

As a Disassembly Drone, she shared the pod with two others – first with J and N, and when J was -temporarily - out of the picture, it was Uzi who briefly filled that ‘void’.

The last few months, she was recovering in a hospital room, but it’s not like she could call it ‘her own space’. 

This … this was her place. Sure, she was sharing it with N, but at least she would have her own room. Speaking of which …

“Where’s my room? I’d like to rest up a bit.” She asked. Today’s physical therapy had worn her out, both …well, physically but also mentally. She hadn’t planned to have a semi-emotional breakdown before her physician.

“Oh yeah, right here.” N walked over to a door and opened it for her, allowing her to wheel herself inside. It looked much like Uzi’s bedroom, albeit a bit …actually, a lot emptier. N chuckled sheepishly as V looked around, placing the latter’s bags on her bed. “Yeah, it’s a bit …barren for now. We thought we could try to decorate it with some of your stuff from the pod, but Uzi pointed out that it would look less like a bedroom and more like a, uh …”

“Torture chamber?” V guessed, wheeling around with her wide, trademark psychotic grin. She always kept some ‘snacks’ in her space, in case she’d start overheating between hunting missions.

“Uzi went with ‘food storage, but yours works …disturbingly better..” N rubbed the back of his head nervously. “We figured that your, uh …reputation needed a little sprucing up, so we didn’t go for it.”

V crossed her arms with a huff. “Uh-huh.”

N flinched, feeling he was being inconsiderate. “V, I didn’t mean to-“

“N, I get it. I know my image. I never was the most ‘stable’ Drone out there, no matter the reasons I had for acting so.” V sighed. “I know people are afraid of me. I’ve heard them whisper when they think I don’t hear them. Some people – a lot of them - are happy to see me in my current crippled state. And honestly …I don’t blame them.”

“V…”

“N, it’s okay.” V wheeled over to him to grab his hands and squeezed them with a reassuring smile. “From the moment I woke up in that hospital bed, I knew I had a hard road ahead of me. I’m not stupid, I know I have a lot to make up for. To these Drones, to Uzi and you …I’ll figure something out. Figure myself out, ‘kay?”

“You know you’re not alone in this, right?” N stated softly, squeezing V’s hands as well.

“I know, you goof. Stop giving me those puppy eyes.” V rolled her eyes. Dang him and his considerate, helpful nature.

“Just saying.” N grinned, reaching into his pockets when something buzzed in there, taking out a phone. His expression changed when he read the message. “I’m sorry. I would like to help you unpack, but I need to go.”

“Something wrong?” V asked, following him as he walked out the room and into his own.

“Not really, I think?” N soon walked out of his room, wearing a backpack with the WDF insignia. “The WDF has been trying to clear out the rubble to the deeper parts of Cabin Fever Labs, and they’ve just managed to breach through. They wanted to go deeper, but heard …things inside. They want me to check it out first.”

“Still the disposable one, huh?” V teased, laughing as N rolled his eyes. Her expression turned curious. “What do you think it is?”

“With our luck, maybe some stray Sentinels.” He flinched, realizing what he just had said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” V waved his apology away. “Jeez, no need to tiptoe around the subject, you know? It’s not like I’m seize up whenever someone mention those things. Now get going, I wanna rest.”

“Okay, okay, I’m gone.” N chuckled, spinning around and making his way to the door. As he opened it, he got knocked in the visor by Lizzy, who yelped in surprise.

“Oh my gosh!” The pink-eyed exclaimed, blushing in embarrassment. “N, I swear I didn’t mean to do that.”

N rubbed his visor with a chuckle. “No biggie, no damage done, Lizzy.” He gestured her to get inside. “V, you got company!”

“I noticed, dingus!” V shouted, rolling her eyes. “Get lost!”

N just grinned, and with a final salute, left the two drones alone.

Lizzy wasted no time, quickly running up to V to hug her, giggling as the latter kissed her on the cheek. “So, happy to get out of that boring hospital room?”

“Yeah, and right into the boring regular room.” V joked, gesturing towards her room.

“Meh, we’ll get it decorated in time.” Lizzy reassured, winking at her girlfriend. She took command of V’s wheelchair and rolled her into her bedroom. She helped V from her chair into the bed, the latter sitting down with a big, relieved exhale. After she parked the wheelchair in the corner of the room, Lizzy took a seat  next to V, her expression turning a bit more serious. “How was it today?”

V sighed deeply. “Fine, I guess.” She smirked. “I got reprimanded for missing out on my psych therapy, though.”

“Told ya they’d catch you.”

“And …I had seizure. A MILD ONE!” V quickly stated when she saw the instant worry on her girlfriend’s face. “Nothing to worry about. Just overexerted myself a bit too much. Been stressing too frequently lately.”

“About what?” Lizzy asked, hooking her arm around V’s, resting her head on the latter’s shoulder.

“A bit of this, a bit of that …” V sighed, pulling Lizzy closer against her.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.” Lizzy grabbed her phone and started to browse through her messages. Or at least, pretended to. She smirk that was forming in the corner of her mouth was a dead giveaway. Lizzy knew how she could help V – rather ‘manipulate’, if you’d ask the latter – if she was in one of her moods.

“Jeez, give up fast much?” V snorted, knowing very well what her girl was up to. “Okay, fine, I’ll lay out my feelings for you.”

The grin on Lizzy’s face matched the one on her own. “Thought as much.” She grabbed V’s hands and squeezed them. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong.”

V gave her girlfriend a quick recap of what had transpired at the doctor’s place. How she felt that she wasn’t getting anywhere quick, how she felt like a burden to her friends, and, most pressingly, how she was getting sick of that wheelchair.

By the end of her little tale, Lizzy had pretty much wrapped herself around V, hugging her tightly.

“And then, I guess I kinda realized that, well, I need to figure out myself, and what my place is going to be here.” V rubbed Lizzy’s back, nuzzling her face into her blond hair. “I need to be something more than just ‘the former Murder Drone’, or ‘N and Uzi’s friend’, or ‘Lizzy’s girlfriend’. No offense.”

“None taken.” Lizzy released herself from the hug, smiling softly at the downtrodden Drone. “You’ll figure things out eventually, V. You’ve got me to help you.” She smirked, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “And your other friends too, I guess.”

“You start to sound like N.”

“Ew!”

They both bursted out in laughter, V pulling Lizzy in a tight hug, which the latter greatly appreciated. V suddenly let out a pained hiss, making Lizzy quickly jump off her.

“V? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” V hissed, rubbing her legs. When Lizzy’s seemingly unending gaze started to weight down on her, she let out a long sigh in defeat. “ It’s my prosthetics. The nurse who helped me getting these things on just screwed the bolts on too tightly. It’s been painful to walk on them.”

“And the reason you didn’t tell anyone is …?”

V huffed, not wanting to give an answer.

Lizzy sighed. “Of course.” She crossed her arms, giving her girlfriend a disproving scowl. Her tone was sharp and accusatory. “Miss Tough Shit doesn’t need help, right?”

“I’m working on that!” V actually felt embarrassed, being reprimanded like this. Not that she didn’t deserve it. She could’ve just said something to the nurse, to her doctor the entire time she was there for her therapy, or even to N. Yet, she didn’t. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“You better be.” While Lizzy’s voice was still anything but soft, concern was clearly woven between the sharpness. Her expression softened, planting a fist on her hip while letting out a sigh. She smiled warmly at her girl. “Do you feel like you want to ask me something?”

V sighed, biting on the inside of her cheek. She was so grateful that Uzi wasn’t here. The purple-haired Drone also could be such a nag when V was like this. She preferred it when Uzi was just angry with teenage angst.

…

Okay, that was a lie.

“Lizzy, could you help me take them off?” V asked, lifting up one of her legs with great difficulty.

“I could do that …” Lizzy stated, grabbing her backpack. She took out a first-aid kit and opened it, revealing a set of tools inside. She took out a wrench and knelt down at V’s legs. “But first, you’re going to do your exercises.”

“Lizzy …”

“Uh-uh, none of that.” Lizzy reprimanded sharply, pointing the wrench at V’s face. “You want me to forgive you for not saying you were in pain, you’ll do this. But before you do that …” She placed the wrench on one of the bolts that kept V’s prosthetics in place and gave them a gentle twist, loosening them just a little. V felt the pressure in her legs give away a little, and she involuntarily let out a deep sigh of relief. Lizzy giggled. “Yeah, I figured that would feel nice.”

V looked down at her girlfriend as the latter worked, smiling softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Few do.” Lizzy joked, giving the other bolts on V’s prosthetics the same treatment. She huffed. “Man, it’s like that nurse didn’t want these to come off ever again. These are screwed on tight. Like …forcibly tight.” She looked up with concern. “You think she did that on purpose? To make sure you were in pain?”

V just shrugged. She wouldn’t put it past some of these drones, considering her, uh, violent history with the colony. She had been the most prominent hunter out there. While N and J also had been hunting Drones for their oil, V had been the one trying to get inside those doors protecting them for months. She was the one who had pleasure in hurting them, maiming them.

“Like I said …” V stated with a sigh. “I’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Still isn’t right.” Lizzy mumbled, caressing V’s legs. “I’m going to have a talk with your doctor about this.”

“Eh, Steen is a good one.” V stated, moving her legs to test them. They felt a lot better, now that Lizzy had worked her magic touch on them. “He actually wants me to get better. Speaking of ‘better’ …thank you, Lizzy.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Lizzy stated with mischievous grin, jumping up and walking over to the closet in the room. She threw the doors open and took out a set of crutches. “I’m still making you do your exercises.”

“Are you – ah!” V let out a yelp when Lizzy threw the crutches at her, catching them just in time before they’d hit her straight in the visor. “Are you really going to make me do this?”

“Yup.”

“You’re a vindictive Drone, you know that?”

“Aww, what a nice thing to say!” Lizzy chuckled.

“You know I hate walking with these, right?” V stated, attaching the crutches to her forearms. She didn’t like her wheelchair, but she couldn’t feel to help just ridiculous walking with these. For one thing, it was uncomfortable. Just the fact that they were just that bit too short, because they wouldn’t give her custom ones before her doctors would give their consent, infuriated her. 

“Well, you better learn to love them, because the doctor said you’ll need them, even if you learn to walk on your own again.” Lizzy stated sternly, crossing her arms. She smiled softly. “C’mon, just do this for me, and then you can rest.”

“Fine.” V reluctantly agreed. With a bit of effort, she managed to get herself upright, taking a few moments to steady herself. “You know, you could be a teacher. You certainly sound authoritarian enough when you want to.”

“Funny thing about that.” Lizzy stated, folding her hands behind her back with a sway of her hips. “I actually decided that I want to become a teacher, like my dad.”

“Seriously?” V huffed as she took a few steps forward.

“Maybe not ‘just like him’, but …” Lizzy grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Well, let’s get you some practice as well, then.” V grinned. “What do you want me to do, oh mighty teacher?”

Lizzy giggled, taking slow steps towards her girlfriend. She stopped in front of her, visors almost touching. “Something simple, with a great reward.

“Oh?” V gulped down a nervous lump. How was Lizzy the one who could make V feel this flustered, and not the other way around.

“Yup. Your task: use your crutches to get to me, and…” Lizzy walked over to the far side of the room. She leaned against the wall in a rather seductive manner, like she was presenting herself to V. “I’ll give you a kiss.” She made a kissy face, for good measure.

V grinned, really liking where this was going. Why couldn’t her entire therapy be like this? “Seems easy enough.”

“Seems like it, right?” Lizzy stated, her tone just a bit too casual for V’s liking.

“Okay, here I come!” V took a deep breath and started to make her way towards Lizzy. Her stance was wobbly, her steps uneven. Yeah, okay, she needed to practice more with them. But, at least she didn’t have to go far. She was only a few steps away from Lizzy, and-

“Too slow!” Lizzy suddenly ran to the other side of the room, leaning against that wall now.

“Hey, no fair!” V growled, almost losing her balance when she tried to turn around too fast.

“Well, I said ‘get to me’.” Lizzy grinned, sticking out her tongue. “I never said I was going to make it easy on you.” She winked at V, curling her finger suggestively. “Now, come get me, you big, scary, yet pretty Disassembly Drone.”

“Shut up.” V blushed, making her way to where Lizzy was now. Her posture was a bit better, the placement of her crutches a bit more calculated. She got there faster than before, but –

“And now, I’m over here!” Lizzy shouted, laughing as she dodged as V attempted to grab her. She ran out of V’s room, taking a seat at the table in the kitchen area. “I’m waiting for you, babe!”

Although she was getting really annoyed, V couldn’t help but smirk. She did like a good hunt, after all. No fun if her prey gave up too easily. With renewed energy, she began her chase. She hadn’t even entered the kitchen area, when Lizzy ran off again, laughing in a delighted manner. V couldn’t stop herself from laughing as well.

Lizzy had made V walk around the entirety of the apartment. V was getting better with her crutches, determination – and the promise of a kiss - fuelling her progress. At one point, Lizzy ran back inside V’s room, with the latter closely on her heels, and planted herself on the bed. She yelped when V, who had dropped the crutches when she went through the doorway, practically threw herself on top of her, which quickly turned to laughter as the silver-haired Drone started to tickle her.

“Okay, o-kay, yo-ou win!” Lizzy laughed, trying to push her girlfriend of her. She let out yelp when V pulled her onto her, making the blonde Drone straddle her. She started to blush so hard, it almost lit up her entire visor.

“And now, I claim my price.” V whispered triumphantly , digital sweat dripping down her visor, slowly pulling Lizzy closer to her.

“I guess …” Lizzy swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around V’s neck. “I guess you earned it.”

“I sure did, but first …” She let out a breath, giving Lizzy an apologetic grin. “Do you mind if I take a breather first? You did let me run around the entire apartment, you know?”

“Oh, oh okay.” Lizzy pouted, definitely not okay with it. Nevertheless, she did grin as she got of V. “This is payback, right?”

V just chuckled, grabbing the wrench that was still on the bed. She was about to unscrew the bolt, when Lizzy snatched it out her hand.

“Here, let me do it.” Lizzy said softly as she knelt down. Her eyes gazed upwards, still blushing. “I figure I’ll better get used to helping you with this. Just relax, catch your breath.”

V smiled warmly as Lizzy got to work, loosing the bolts that kept her legs in place. She couldn’t help but hiss a little when the first prosthetic got removed. When Lizzy gave her a concerned look, she just shook her head, mouthing a quick ‘I’m fine’, taking a deep breath when the former gave her other prosthetic the same treatment.

The feeling of relief that washed over her when the last prosthetic slid off was so intense, V couldn’t help but let out an audibly deep sigh.

“Feels good, right?” Lizzy chuckled, stashing the two prosthetics next to V’s bed. She glanced over her shoulder, throwing V such a sultry look that the former Disassembly Drone thought that she’d overheat in a flash. She hopped on the bed and wordlessly instructed V to lie down. “Now relax, close your eyes, and I’ll make you feel even better.”

V closed her eyes.

That first moment where their lips met never tasted sweeter.

***

V opened her eyes with a groan and sat up to stretch. Man, did she have a good dream. She raised a digital eyebrow when her internal clock showed her the time. It was an hour later than she had set the time for. Did she sleep through her alarm clock? V had the day off, but even then, she liked getting up early. She looked at the empty space next to her. Seems like Miss Perfect Teacher had already gotten up, and neglected to wake up her wife.

With a precision that years of practice brought, V threw her legs over the edge of the bed and got herself into her wheelchair that was parked right next to it. She noticed something missing. Where the heck did her legs go? She was certain she had left them in her room to charge.

Sighing, V rolled herself out of the master bedroom and into the living area. She smiled when she saw Lizzy sitting at the table, still eating while reading the morning paper.

“Morning, Liz.” V greeted as she wheeled over to her.

Lizzy looked up from her newspaper, a massive smile forming on her lips. “Good morning, Babe. Slept well?”

V kissed her wife, casually letting her hand slip down south to give her butt a squeeze, making the normally prim and proper teacher giggle. “I slept, alright.” She gave her wife an accusatory grin. “Did you disable my alarm this morning?”

“It’s your day off, honey.” Lizzy said, turning back to her newspaper. “They can handle the library one day without you. You’ve been working way to hard lately.”

“But I promised Andrea that-“

“And that’s why I called Andrea with clear instructions.” Lizzy glanced over, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “If she sees you anywhere near those books, she has my express permission to kick your cute little keister out of there.”

“Okay, fine. I guess I can use the time to rest.” V chuckled, and gestured Lizzy to lean in so she could kiss her cheek again. She rolled over to the fridge and got out a carton of coolant, grabbing a glass to fill it up. “So, what are you up to today?”

“Just giving my classes. Mostly history today, with Drone Independence Day approaching.” Lizzy stated, finishing the rest of her breakfast.

“You free tonight?” V asked, albeit jokingly.

“Why, you wanna do something?”

V glanced over her shoulder, throwing her wife a deadpan expression.

Lizzy giggled. “Oh, don’t be so sour. It was just a joke.” She walked over to her wife and booped her on the non-existent nose. “We’re meeting Uzi, N, J and Tessa at the restaurant around 7.30PM.”

“It’s been a while since the 6 of us were together.” V mused.

“And N has asked me to ask you ‘please, do not make any jokes about TJ, or any suggestions about Thad.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault J got drunk and hooked up with an equally drunk Thad.” V chuckled. “Inside the Untrained Neural Network storage. And they’re not even together. The only reason that she didn’t obliterate Thad out of existence, is because of that little guy.”

“It’s been 12 years, it’s time to drop it.” Lizzy warned.

V held up her hands, chuckling nevertheless. “Okay, I promise I’ll behave.”

“Thank you.” Lizzy walked over to the counter and started to collect some of her things. She let out a sigh, her expression softening. “Too bad J isn’t able to have a bigger role with TJ’s upbringing, though. Not while she’s working with Tessa for the New Earth Alliance government of the Unified Colonial Planets” She stated softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. “Especially because she adores that little troublemaker. She’s always going on about wanting to have a ‘take your son to work day’ with him.”

“Yeah, wanna bet that, after a few glasses of kerosine wine, he is all that she’s going to be gushing about?” V asked, a glint of amusing in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s only going to take half a glass.” Lizzy added with a equally amusing glint. She glanced over at the clock. “I’ll better get going and make sure that Dad is in his office on time. You’d think after he’d became the principal ….”

“Hey, before you go.” V quickly interjected. “Have you seen my legs? They weren’t in their charger.”

“Huh, now that you mention it, no.” Lizzy scratched her cheek. A grin spread on her lips. “Have you asked our resident troublemaker?“

V sighed, throwing her gaze up. Of course. She turned her wheelchair around and rolled over to the only closed door in the house. “Avery, can you come out here, darling?”

The door opened, and a 16-year old blue-haired Drone’s head peeked out, their amber eyes curious, yet alarmed. “Yeah, ma?”

“Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” Lizzy said cheerfully, Yet her tone of voice was filled with a warning she hoped their daughter would understand.

Avery flinched, grinning sheepishly as they walked out. “Oh yeah, sorry. Good morning, mom, ma.”

V wanted to chuckle, but she had to commit to her role as mother right now. “Have you seen my legs?”

“Oh yeah, got them right here!” Avery quickly ran into their room and soon emerged with V’s legs.

“Did …you polish them?” V asked, suspicion rising inside her core. This kid was up to something.

“Yeah!” Avery presented V with a wide, sharp grin, non unlike the one she had when …she still was in her old life.

V and Lizzy threw each other a look, and turned back to their daughter. “Okay, Avery Casio, what’s the catch?”

“Whaaa? No, no catch!” Avery exclaimed loudly, their voice rising as they played nervously with the non-binary/transgender flag that was stitched on their jacket. “Nah, I just wanted to helpful, because you did such a good job of raising me, so I wanted to do something out of the goodness of my core; and by the looks in your visors, neither of you is buying any of this, are you?”

“Not at all.” Lizzy stated, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“Yeah, thought so …” Avery admitted with a grin. “Okay, there is something I wanted to ask you guys.”

“So?” V asked. “What is it you want to ask us?”

Avery hopped from one foot to the other, their voice eager. “Okay, Lexi Valdez is holding a movie marathon tonight. Nix, Jackie, Lin and Gloria already said they’re going and I was really hoping if I could go too?”

“You’re on time to ask that.” V stated, making Lizzy giggle.

“She only asked me yesterday.” Avery explained. “And …then I forgot about it until this morning. C’mon, Auntie Uzi and Uncle N are letting Nix go, and you’re out with them too tonight anyway. Please, I can’t be the only one who has to stay home tonight.”

V shook her head in amusement. She glanced over at Lizzy, who sighed and nodded.

“Okay, you can go.” V agreed.

Avery pumped their fist. “Yes.”

“But, you’ll be home by 10PM.”

“Aw, c’mon, It’s Friday.”

V glanced over at Lizzy again, who rolled her eyes but nodded again.

“Okay, 10.30PM.”

“Agreed.”

“But on a few conditions.” V stated sternly. “You’ll listen to Mr. and Mrs. Valdez. I don’t want to get a phone call about you misbehaving, okay?”

“Understood!”

“No R-rated movies, and I mean ‘none’!” Lizzy added, crossing her arms with determination. She, of all Drones, knew exactly what happened on such parties.

“Aw, mom …” They flinched when Lizzy cleared her throat. “Okay, fine.”

“And tomorrow, I better not smell gasoline on your breath, otherwise …” V gave her daughter a look, the implied consequences of breaking this rule burning in her gaze.

Avery gulped. “Yes, ma.”

“And Avery?”

“Yeah, ma?”

V smiled and took one of her daughter’s hands in her own, giving them a loving squeeze. “Promise you’ll have fun, okay?”

Avery chuckled, showing their sharp grin. “That, I can promise with 100% guarantee.”

“That’s my little bird.” V said softly. She clapped her hands together. “Now, wanna help your mother with her legs that you’re still holding hostage?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Avery quickly grabbed on of their ma’s legs and carefully slid it on the connector. The leg beeped and whirred, a buzzing sound hearing as it secured itself into place.

V’s current legs weren’t like those first ones she got all those years ago. These ones were more advanced, and were controlled by a program that V had installed on her own internal system. They still hadn’t given her back her full mobility, since she still often required a crutch to walk, but she could be without aid for several hours before she needed to rest.

Her seizures were pretty much completely under control. Only during moments of great stress did they dare to rear their ugly heads around. It’s for this reason that V had really worked on being more mellow over the last few years, especially after Avery was born. It really helped improve her reputation around the colony too.

She smiled softly at her daughter as they attached the other leg to its connector. When she was certain that her legs were both online, she got out of her wheelchair. Avery quickly grabbed one of her ma’s crutches and gave it to her. V caressed her daughter’s cheek, giving them a warm smile. “Thank you, dear.”

“Anytime, ma.” Avery said with a grin, blushing a little.

“Ave, we need to go.” Lizzy called out. “Grab your things, you don’t want to be late for class.”

“yeah, I heard that your teacher can be a real-“

“V!”

Both mothers and daughter laughed. Avery ran into their room to grab their backpack, while Lizzy walked over to V to kiss her goodbye.

“Don’t forget to give your mother a kiss before you leave, Ave!” Lizzy called out as she walked out the door.

V had already spread her arms before her daughter even ran out of the room. The Drone in question gave their mother a quick hug – and the promised kiss on the cheek – and joined their other parent by the door.

“Have fun at school, you two!” V called out with a soft smile. As the door closed behind the two Drones she loved more in the entire universe, she let out a sigh. She walked over to the big bookcase – can’t be a librarian without her personal collection of favourites – and picked out a book she could keep herself busy with for few hours.

“Hope, Love, and Me: My Journey of Choices and Second Chances.” V read aloud, as she took a book out of the shelf. “I think Tessa brought me this one, last time she visited. Haven’t read that one yet. Guess I have found my book for the day.”

V hobbled over to the couch, got herself comfortable and turned the first page. Before she read the first word, something made her look up and gaze around the room. It was filled with pictures on the wall, of her life these last 20 years.

A picture, taking during her stay in the hospital.

Her first day working at the library.

Her and Lizzy moving in together, with the latter sitting on the her lap in the wheelchair.

Uzi and N’s wedding, with Lizzy in a beautiful pink dress, and herself in a suit.

Her own wedding with Lizzy, both in dresses this time.

The two of them holding baby Avery in their arms, both crying their visors out. Right under there, there was a picture of baby Nix and baby Avery together.

And so many more decorated the wall.

It made V smile. Despite all the odds and obstacles she’d endured and overcome, she was living a full and happy life.

And she wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

[giulolosblackmail]

cozytober2024: 7. The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods

"You do understand you're paying us a kings ransom to what amounts to burnt cookies," Shatina asked Magda, still skeptical.

"They might not all be burnt," Carlos, wearing what was clearly one of the maid's flouncy white aprons, says like a damned optimist. Carlos wasn't an optimist, being around Magda just made him stupid.

Magda gently took another sharp utensil from Gocheau and patted him on the arm. "Back when we first had the mercenary tea party, I just thought it would be fun to spend some time together like this, just doing something fun without the weight of expectation," she smiled, and damn if that smile didn't do things to Shatina. No wonder she made Carlos stupid. "And now that things have changed, I have the means to treat you all for once, so yes, a king's ransom. Because I earned it." Various mercs laughed from around the kitchen, even Mona, who'd been clinging to Magda's arm ever since they'd been introduced, managed a smile. Bethala had been the only one to get banned from the kitchen outright. She simply couldn't help but stick everything edible she touched into her mouth. One of the harried house staff could be heard from the dinning room, trying to placate her with tea and sandwiches. Those poor fools.

"I, for one, am honored to be invited," Carlos piped up. Shatina tried to glare him down, but he was too busy making eyes at Magda to notice. She signaled Mona, who burst into tears in a moment, pulling all of Magda's attention away from Carlos. Ha!

Shatina slapped the back of Gocheau's head when she started getting thoughts about chopping fingers bleeding into her head. "Would you stop trying to cut things," she snapped. Shatina grabbed the kitchen knife from Gocheau and switched places so he was getting gross goo under his fingernails, mixing dough. Shatina went at the apples with a vengeance.

Magda looked over her shoulder. "Ah, slime might be too fine a consistency for a pie." They both looked at the sludge the fruits had turned into. "Maybe that means we don't have to cook them, since they're already gooey?"

"That's not how that works!" called Bethala from the dinning room. She was the only one of this lot that knew how to cook. Too bad she was too much of a bottomless pit to be a chef.

Michelia let out an unholy screetch as she tripped trying to squeeze past Magda and Mona, dropping a bag of flour almost heavier than she was. Like a massive explosion it spread through the kitchen in a thick white wave.

Magda's head chef finally kicked them all out, since, apparently, flour is flammable and they'd rather the kitchen not turn into a smoking crater. The mercenaries were all shuffled outside to several blankets that had been laid in the garden under the autumn leaves. Harried looking house staff tossed them some greens to mix into a salad, that being the only thing they couldn't possibly ruin, and ran off to save dinner.

Carlos was no longer wearing the apron. It had been, admittedly, one of his better ideas since he was only mostly covered in flour, as opposed to everyone else's completely covered in flour.

They could smell pies, cookies and cakes being fixed in the kitchen. Shatina leaned over to ask Magda, "Are we still getting paid?" Magda laughed and agreed so Shatina yelled, "Job well done!" The rest of her group cheered in response, and even Magda joined in.

[knowltonsrangers]

theoretically pt.7

Benjamin Tallmadge x F!reader

first , prev

Caleb never asked if you got seasick, expertly drawing the boat to the shoreline and jumping inside. The man hummed a tune you didn't know as he offered you his hand, swaying gently as the waves bobbed to the coast unanimously.

“Thanks,”

Your hand finds his, his unused hand grabbing your opposite elbow to steady your balance.

"You seem like you’re good friends with the Major,"

Small talk is awkward, but if it meant to carry on a conversation longer than a question and an answer, you would entertain the notion.

"I would sure hope so. Been friends since we were kids,"

“That’s sweet,”

You mean it wholeheartedly, something you hope translates with a small smile on your lips.

Then, your own feet betray you, unceremoniously tripping onboard the small boat as Caleb lunges to catch you.

"I said I'd take care of ya, y/n, can't do that with you in the drink,"

Swallowing thickly, you nod, regaining your footing before sitting down, gasping slightly at how unstable and unsafe all of this felt.

“Speaking of,”

You catch his attention as he looks over to you curiously, seated across from you as he halts his digging through his bag.

"I think Benjamin’s just about had it with me,"

You sigh as he pulls the rope free, the boat officially leaving the shore in one swift motion.

"What makes ya say that?"

"Well, for one, he's incredibly insistent that I leave here. And he doesn't seem to like my jokes."

You only mean the second half as a poor attempt at a jest, yet Caleb begins to seriously mull the two reasonings over, gathering the oars in his hands as he begins to row.

"Nah, don't think of it that way, y/n. He's sendin' you away to protect ya, and I think in my entire life I've seen Ben genuinely laugh six times."

He pauses.

"Maybe seven."

"I can't help it that humor is my defense mechanism. Or coping mechanism.”

You hesitate, then include:

“Or both."

"If I could see it your way, y/n, I'm positive I'd understand."

"Yeah, I can empathize with that."

There's a pause, and you find yourself frowning slightly, every time your mind wanders to the fact you are scarce out of ideas to find your way home from here.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

You whisper, hands coming to your upper arms as if to instinctively hold yourself. Caleb laughs, then takes a good look at the expression on your face and realizes you aren't kidding.

"No, no! Not ta me, at least. Interestin’, that’s a way I'd call the situation."

“Thanks.”

The warble in your tone is enough to make you physically cringe.

“That means a lot,”

There’s a beat of silence before the brunette presses onwards.

"May I ask you somethin', y/n?"

You swallow thickly, shaking the feeling of dread away for a moment, gently bobbing your head up and down to usher him onwards.

“Why didn’t you listen in yer history class?”

Your eyebrows raise, and then your mind reels. That would be an excellent question that you don't have the heart to tell the man, so you opt for an ambiguous answer instead.

“I…I don’t know. I guess before now, I didn’t have a good reason to.”

“Well, makes me think that if there’s a class to teach, means we’re doin’ somethin’ right.”

“You’re an optimist. That’s a good way to look at it.”

“Not that I’m known for my great ideas or nothin’.”

The trip across the sound was full of mindless chatter, and one thing you appreciated was that Caleb never tried to pry any more information out of you. It was quite nice to just have a simple conversation like it was meeting a new friend, and happy to not be stuck in that tent, nor the endless hours of interrogation.

Once you arrive at the opposite shoreline, it becomes hours of the waiting game. Your chin finds your hand as you sit on the sand, knees drawn to your chest as your clothes bunch and gather uncomfortably.

"I'm due back to get Ben soon. Think you'd be okay for a bit?"

Your head swivels, noting how dark the wooded area had become since you both had arrived upon it.

"He's coming here?"

"Well, yeah. He's gotta tell me what to do with ya, miss."

Caleb snorts, hands on his hips as you sniffle quietly.

"Am I safe? I mean, it seems desolate, but you would know the area better than me,"

The man does a full three-sixty shuffle, eyes scanning the tree line and listening patiently for any movement.

"I'd say so. If someone comes too close, or somethin' rattles in the distance, just keep movin' along the shoreline. S'all connected, I'd find ya."

Your hands run down your pockets, a bit of worry twisting in your stomach at the notion of having nothing on your person.

"Got any spare knives?"

Another joke, but Caleb seemingly contentedly agrees. Shuffling around in his bag, he pulls out a small pocket knife, no bigger than the palm of your hand.

"S'not much, but it's enough to protect yerself."

He hands it to you, and you take it graciously, holding it close to your chest.

"Thank you!"

To you, you have no choice but to happily oblige to any of Caleb's ideas. He was easygoing and downright hilarious, but you can tell just how much he respects Benjamin.

"I promise, even if you come 'cross some lobsterbacks, they wouldn't harm a lady. Just say ya got lost, and ask for the Captain or Major. They'd be able to help you."

His index finger comes to his lips, as if he's about to disclose a secret.

"Jus' don't mention anything about the camp, alright? Yer a patriot now, y/n, don't go switchin' sides."

You stand, wiping the sand from your pants as you go over to Caleb, offering him your pinky. You weren't quite sure if he'd understand what you meant, but almost instantly he locked with yours and shook your interlocked hands once, firmly.

"I promise." "'Atta girl."

And just as quickly as he was in front of you, he was in that boat again, and then in the water, and then...far enough into the fog that you could no longer see him.

"Well, shit."

You kick a rock, praying for the daylight just to hold a little longer. The night hours would be much scarier alone, and you wouldn't find much solace not being able to see your enemy.

"Just another fine predicament, nothing I can't handle." Your fingers run over the pocket knife tucked neatly in your hand, jumping slightly as the crunch of leaves echo within earshot.

"Yeah, right-"

[the-bar-sinister]

In Justice We Trust (162836 words) thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 41/41

With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed.

All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.

-

December 26, 8:15 am

Athena had a pleasant, almost strangely normal breakfast with Simon and Halblicht in the hotel restaurant– both of them in quite cheerful spirits. Soon afterward, Halblicht was spirited away by Agent Ash for another round of work on the information they were getting, and Simon and Athena had to report to Chief Prosecutor Edegworth for a meeting of their own. She couldn’t help but feel…truly optimistic, for the first time in days. Not just happy, but warm with the feeling of hope and excitement for all the things that could be getting better little by little. The Organization was on its way to being dismantled. The memories of her mother no longer ended on the worst day of her life. They had rescued another person from the organization’s hands– a chance at hope burning within them– and she was firming her bonds with not only Simon, but Robert and Bobby as well. She even had hope for Apollo and Clay. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she cheerfully led the way down the hall and towards the Chief Prosecutor’s meeting room. Her smile widened even more when she found that Edgeworth had fresh coffee and donuts waiting in the conference room. Sure she'd just had breakfast, but–

"Good morning, Miss Cykes. Prosecutor Blackquill," Miles greeted as he fixed himself a cup of coffee. "Help yourselves, please, before we get down to business."

"Mff mmff mfff!" The muffled additional greeting came from her boss, Mr, Wright, who was sitting at one end of the table with his face full of donut, and waving at her. Athena waved her hand at them with a broad grin. 

“Aw yeah! Let’s get some more coffee, Simon!” She cheered “...annnnd maybe a few donuts, you know. For energy.” 

Simon laughed. "For energy. You'll be more energy than you are lawyer soon, Athena. And more donut than energy, besides."

The jab didn;'t stop him from going to get a donut– but he did feed half of it to Taka immediately. Athena took two donuts for herself, sticking her tongue out at Simon before snatching her coffee. “Better than being more grump than lawyer, Mr. Blackquill!” 

Wright laughed and set down his coffee. "She's got you there, Blackquill."

"She most certainly does not." Simon smirked and sat down too, still feeding bites to Taka.

There was a pleasant mood in the room. One of the lightest that Athena had been in in days. It was especially noticeable that the heavy tension that had seemed to lay over both her boss and Mr. Edgeworth had dissipated almost entirely.

"I can say from experience, grumpy prosecutors go places," Edgeworth said, sitting down as well. He took a sip of his coffee and started arranging papers. Athena plopped down in her chair with a quiet huff. “Yeah, like Cauli on a big crazy mission.” 

"Like that," Wright agreed with amusement. "Honestly, Athena, I think you're probably the only one in the room no one would accuse of being grumpy."

"And she has her moments," Simon drawled. Athena flushed, and fluffed her hair with one hand. “I most certainly do! Though I dunno if I’d call it grumpy exactly. More… I dunno…” 

Simon leaned on his hand and grinned. "More like?" “Charmingly terse. Dignified and imperious.” Athena sipped her coffee. 

"Sounds more like you're describing me, doesn't it, Taka?" Simon smirked, conferring with the bird.

Edgeworth looked over his glasses at the two of them with a dry, stern expression. Athena could sense his amusement anyway.

"If you two are quite done?" “Never, sir. You should probably get started while there’s a lull though.” 

Edgeworth chuckled. "I suppose I may as well. Alright. The latest report from interpol this morning is that they're closing in on one of the targets. Mr. Gaius Lovelace, also known as 'Specs'. There's a sting operation being planned to get underway today." Athena couldn’t help but smile a little wider “AH! GOOD, so he didn’t slip away while we were investigating yesterday? The intel from our friend in lockup helped?” 

"Magnificently," he nodded. "She was able to give us information on where she dropped him off in Kelso's car. From there Interpol were able to follow him via ids in security footage and traffic cameras all the way out to a smaller airport in a city across the border. They're going to meet him when he touches down in Denmark this afternoon."

Athena punched her hand against her palm.

“And this time, he doesn’t have someone to push down to take the fall for him, does he? Just him, and our friendly neighborhood Interpol squad.” 

Phoenix raised his glass from down the table. "Just him, interpol, and as far as I heard something like two dozen local PD they're mobilizing. Bastard doesn't stand a chance.:

"Wonderful," Simon purred, lacing his fingers together. "A late Christmas present for all of us."

"Indeed," Miles nodded. "As with yesterday's suspect, Lang has agreed to a trial in LA, under Interpol oversight." Athena twisted her fingers together. “And me and Apollo are going to be representing him, I presume?” 

"That depends on a number of factors," Miles said. "Athena, I feel that your expertise will be extremely welcome in this trial, However, your boss, Mr. Wright has volunteered to take the position of primary attorney. I will ask Apollo Justice his feelings on the matter, but unless he volunteers to defend, he won't be involved. And likewise, I won't pressure you to participate." Athena held up her hand. 

“I’ll participate.” She took a deep breath, before smiling brightly. “My expertise and experiences over the last few days will be vital to the case. If it brings us to the truth, and further up that organization’s ladder to push ‘em off it, then I’m happy to help.” 

"Your help is very much appreciated, Miss Cykes," Miles nodded. "Thank you again for everything you've done for us thus far. And on that note, Prosecutor Blackquill– the case is yours to prosecute, if you so choose."

Simon stroked Taka's feathers and smiled a rather nasty smile. "I very much so choose, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. It will be my pleasure to send this abomination to hell for his sins. While dear Athena works tirelessly to save whatever might be left of his soul." Athena nibbled on her donut with a nod. “And with the two of us working together from both directions…to damn and to save, we’ll find the middle ground of the truth, and the proper …the just conclusion to this whole affair.” 

December 26, 9:15 am

Simon was humming happily to himself as he and Athena left the meeting with their bosses. Everything was falling into place. To think, only days before, he'd thought his world shattered almost beyond repair. Now there was gold in the cracks.

"We'll have our work cut out for us when we get back to LA, Cykes-dono, and no mistake of that." “We absolutely do, Simon.” Athena chuckled softly as she brushed her fingers through her hair. “...two cases to prepare for– all under Interpol’s gaze. You think we can manage it?” 

"I'd say we're swiftly proving our record, between the pair of us. I know the chief prosecutor wouldn't put it in our hands if he wasn't pleased with our work."

That much was–unfortunately– evident with Edgeworth declining to invite Apollo Justice to the affair. “That’s true…” Athena must have thought of that too, from the sad flicker of emotion that crossed her face before she smiled again. “So we’ll just have to keep impressing him. I’m…kind of hoping we can get Miss Kelso and her new co-host a decent deal from the judge, admittedly.” 

"I'd wager that we'll be able to. Her cooperation will stand well for her. That trial will be more of a formality and a bargaining than anything else." Athena looked up at him with a nod. "Which means the real battle’ll be the one with Lovelace at the stand. Are you feeling ready to go up against me again, Simon?” 

He laughed and tapped his temple. "The real question is are you ready to go up against me again, Cykes-dono. I have no intention of losing." Athena leaned in with a broad grin on her face. She turned and pointed fully at him with a flustered pride in her eyes.

“And neither do I, twisted samurai. Because I’m confident I can find the truth I…” She took a deep breath as she finally said what was on her mind. “I’m going to wear one of mom’s kimonos to the courtroom, and stand proudly at the bench and prove my client’s truth to you, no matter what!” 

Simon smiled widely, and grabbed her shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

"I very much look forward to that, Athena. Very much." He felt a swell of affection rise up. Seeing Metis– it must have been even more powerful for her than it had been for him. And besides that– it was amazing to see how far that she'd come, since facing him for the first time in the courtroom. "Athena…." Athena tucked her hair over her ear, she was flustered from the declaration..that much was clear, but he could see the genuine confidence in her eyes. “Yeah Simon?” 

He squeezed her again. "I know I've said it before, but. Thank you. Thank you again, for everything you've done for me." Athena hugged him then, pulling him close suddenly. After his surprise, he wrapped his arms around her.

“You’re welcome, Simon. I’d do it all again, every part of it ... and I’ll always wanna be there to do everything I can, okay?” She squeezed him back, and her voice was genuine and warm. “Always, just like I knew you were always there for me.” 

"And here we are. Here for each other. What funny tricks fate's had for both of us." He smiled, and brushed his fingers through her hair for just a moment– then stepped backward. "I never guessed a week ago that this was where we'd be." “Me neither, Simon.” Athena put her hand on her hip with a smile. “...I knew I was going to save you by any means necessary, of course…but uh…gotta admit the specifics kinda threw me for a loop.” 

"The specifics have been frankly insane," he chuckled, fluffing back his hair."But they certainly haven't been boring. And it's all worked out… much better than I thought it could. Maybe that makes me a little insane too."

Athena laughed. “...I mean, I’m of the opinion we’re all kinda insane, Simon. It makes sense, yeah? Where would we be without our unique psychologies and quirks? Or ghosts? Or who knows what…? Not here– where things are slowly swinging better than ever.” 

"Not here, without all those things." Simon closed his eyes for a moment. "You're quite right about that, Athena. And I'm very glad to be here."

December 26, 10:20 am

Athena was at the desk in her hotel room, working on the paperwork Edgeworth had given her to fill out for interpol in terms of representing 'asset 24' in court back in LA when there was a knock at the door. Paperwork, the necessary evil, was never her forte– so the moment there was a knock she wasted no time in hopping up and opening the door with a smile . Anything was a welcome distraction from the rapidly blurring text. 

Detective Halblicht was standing there with a large grin on his face, absolutely radiating positivity and warmth.

He saluted her immediately. "I hope I'm not unjustly interrupting you, Ms. Athena!" Athena’s smile bloomed across her face with the answering glow of warm positivity pinging around her internal emotions “Detective Halblicht!!! Of course not! I’m just …ugh, stuck in the mire of Interpol paperwork.” 

"And here I just got out of the same thing. May I come in? I actually have something else from interpol for you." Athena stepped out of the way to let him in with a laugh. “alright, but if it’s more paperwork I might actually scream!” 

"No danger of that at least!" he said, still grinning as he stepped into the room. As the door closed he reached into a bag that was dangling at his arm, and pulled out– a large ziplock bag full of Christmas cookies. "Tada!"

“Oh!!!” Athena’s eyes widened as a hand went to her cheek. “Those look delicious!!” She swayed back and forth happily for a moment. “did…did someone in Interpol make them themselves??” 

"Detective Badd, apparently!" Bobby nodded, pressing the bag into her hands. "He said that he wanted you to have some for all the good work you've been doing. He gave me a bag for Simon as well." “Wow…the big guy’s a real sweetheart, isn’t he?” Athena grinned as she took the bag and hugged it to her chest. “mind if I try one now?? I’m kinda excited!” 

"Be my guest! I already ate half the bag that he gave me while I was working down at the station." He chuckled and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Sounds like you could use the sugar boost." “Honestly, even if Simon would make fun of me for it, yeah.” Athena opened the bag and took a bite of one of the cookies with a hum. “How was workin’ at the station?” she asked…after she swallowed. 

"It was a little tense," he admitted. "Everybody down there is getting wound up because there's going to be a big sting operation later this afternoon. Especially 'cause they can't be there for it, and it'll be headed up by another branch."

Bobby's shoulders sagged a little, and Athena could easily guess that it wasn't just interpol who was tense about that. She reached out and patted his shoulder as she swallowed another bite of cookie. They were thickly frosted, somewhat crumbly, and quite sweet. It was obvious they were hand baked with love.

“...I mean, I can’t blame them,” she began with a sympathetic smile. “They all wanna be there, to make sure it goes down alright…yeah?’ 

"Absolutely." He nodded, and sighed, but he returned her little smile. "But that's not the way it worked out, so we all just have to trust that everyone will do their jobs and justice will be upheld."

He was being positive for Robert's sake– that was obvious. Athena could feel the little, almost nothing, ping of anxiety that fluttered next to Bobby's emotions. Robert was worried that their target was going to slip away.

“I wish we could be there too, you know.” Athena tucked her hair over her ear. “but he’s not going to get away. I heard about the operation some…he barely got away this time, it’s only because he put the Miss…Miss Kelso in an unwinnable situation as a distraction that we didn’t catch him here. But he has nobody else with him, and LOTS of people waiting for him when he lands.” 

Bobby's smile softened into Robert's small, trained expression. "I hope you're right, Ms. Athena. I'm doing my best to trust that. With your help. And Bobby's." She nodded firmly at him with the more subtle smile she’d allowed herself to show in his presence. 

“Good. Hold onto hope, Robert…we’re all going to end this together, remember? You, Bobby, me, Simon…everyone.” Looking up, she met his eyes. “you’re not alone anymore.” 

He met her gaze, blue eyes unwavering behind amber lenses. "Thank you, Ms. Athena. I'm just starting to understand and appreciate that." December 26, ??? PM

"Agent Ash!" Bobby greeted with a sharp salute. "I didn't expect to see you this afternoon!" Sheila Ash was wearing something different than the last day or so when Bobby found her leaning on his doorframe with her sharp-toothed grin. A long red coat, buttoned over a pair of dress pants and black silk blouse.

 “I promised you a shopping trip if we had time in Cauli, didn’t I?” She leaned in towards him “Detective Prime Time, we’ve got the time now. Time to celebrate even, with a little trip around the city’s finest shops.” 

His eyes widened, and an unfamiliar series of emotions washed through them. "We have time? Then you're telling me…?" “That’s right.” Sheila said with a clap of her hands. “We've got the bastard locked up tight, cloistered up in the most secure lockup in Denmark. Lovelace isn’t going anywhere until we drag him to LA to be tried.” 

Lovelace. It was still so strange to think about him having a name. A life.

Things that could be taken away from him.

Bobby smiled widely. "That's amazing! Alright– let me go see if Prosecutor Blackquill will let me borrow his wallet!"

December 26, ??? PM

Pearl peeked out the hotel room door to find interpol waiting for her.

"Oh! Good afternoon, Miss Agent Ash!" Sheila Ash gave Pearl a little salute as the door opened. 

“Good afternoon Little Miss Pearl.” she seemed to have a barely restrained smile on her face, and something tucked against her palm that was just visible enough as she saluted. “I wanted to stop by and thank you again for all your help yesterday.” 

Pearl's smile brightened and she did a little bow. It was obvious she was already recovered from the day before.

"It was my pleasure! I'm always glad to help with that kind of thing." She rocked on her heels,eying Ash's palm eagerly. Ash’s smile twitched a little wider as she nodded. 

“And I hope you’ll help again soon…which is partially why I want to give you this.” She reached down to take Pearl’s hand, and placed a slightly heavy piece of folded leather in her hand…it looked a bit like a wallet. 

A look of wonder came over Pearl's face and she grinned widely as she slowly opened it to look inside. Inside, sewn into the leather, was a metal badge shaped like the planet Earth with a sword stabbed down through its center. Above, it read ‘Interpol’, and below…freshly etched, it read ‘Honorary Agent Small-Medium At-Large’. Sheila’s lips twitched again, and she finally burst into a laughing fit, rocking back and forth. “Consider it a ���bribe’ to consider joining up when you graduate, kid!” 

Pearl squealed with joy like air escaping a balloon, and threw herself against the agent in a sudden hug. "I'm gonna show this to everybody!"

December 26, ??? PM

Badd sat shoulder to shoulder with Gumshoe at the bar, in front of a pair of steaming hot bowls of noodles. He slapped Gumshoe's back.

"Hell of a case, huh, Dick?" Gumshoe laughed, rocking just a bit…Badd was one of the few guys out there strong enough to actually send him rocking with a slap. Always had been that way. “Hell of a case, Tyrell, pal. Not gonna lie, it got real hairy for a while.” 

"Sure did. Ghosts. I'm telling ya I hope that doesn't start to be the norm in our line of work." “What, ghosts sir? I dunno, I mean…how many ghosts can there possibly be, right?” He rubbed his neck as he slurped some noodles. “...I …I guess there’s one for every person on Earth actually. Huh. Scary shit, pal.” 

"Could even be one for every person who's ever been on earth too," Badd nodded. "Scary shit. And terrible for convincing you to join interpol." Gumshoe laughed. 

“You’re still tryin’ huh sir?" He nudged Badd with his elbow “promise…when Mr. Edgeworth settles down and thinks about joinin’ too…I’ll be happy to sign on too. Hell, I know Maggey would be over the goddamn moon too!” 

"I'll keep waiting, then," Badd laughed with him. 

December 26, ??? PM

In the police station in LA, Maggey Byrde got off the telephone, and shouldered a large stack of papers as she came back to the front desk area.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" she chirped. "I just got off the phone with Dick!" “From Mr. Detective Gumshoe?” came her answer. She’d left the front desk in the care of one of the precinct’s rookie detectives while she’d taken the call, and she found him sitting with his face down on the desk. Detective Ray Hoshino looked up from under the fluffy bangs of his blue-black hair and smiled. “W-was it good news?” 

"It was! Interpol captured the target, and they're all going to be on a plane back here tomorrow morning!" Ray’s eyes widened, practically sparkling as he lit up with joy. The young man slapped his hands on the table as he stood with his hand clasped to his chest, and a smile turned towards the stars 

“I knew he could do it! As long as we, the agents of Justitia’s warmth, rise to fight another day…there’s nothing we can’t do!” He started to sniffle, his shoulders shaking. “in..In…In Justice W-we …Trust.” He’d been like this since the trial only a few days before. 

Maggey sighed, and patted the young rookie on his shoulder placatingly. It was tough to watch, when the kid had lost his mentor. Really… they'd all lost someone they liked having at the precinct.

But what could you do, but keep going.

"There, there, Hoshino."

December 26, ??? PM

"Unlike our arrival, I think it's fine if we all go home on the same plane, Kay," Miles said, looking up from his admittedly intimidating stack of paperwork, fresh off the printer. “Oh thank hell.” Kay Faraday grinned at him from where she leaned, tossing a…guitar pick of all things… up and down in her hand. “Booking the two separate flights without a fight breaking out between parties was a nightmare. I’ll just book us half a plane and get us on our way, Mr. Miles.” 

He chuckled. "Perfect, perfect. No fox, chicken, corn scenario this time. Thank Justitia. I hesitate to say it but things might actually be looking up." Kay caught the guitar pick with a wink. 

“Don’t say that, sir. You’re tempting fate to cause like…an all out brawl in the plane. Or for me to book outta Ifly Airlines’ special package for you again. The one with the free suitcase.” 

He slammed his hands down on the table in front of him and half stood at the mere mention of the airline.

"Don't you dare!"

December 26, ??? PM

"So, are you and Pearls okay coming back with us to LA tomorrow, or do I need to book you two an extra day of Cauli vacation with Mr. Gavin, Trucy?" Phoenix teasingly squashed the hat down on his daughter's head.

Trucy squeaked as her hat tipped down over her eyes “Wah!! DADDY! Come on!” She stuck out her tongue “Mr. Gavin was a lot of fun to hang out with yesterday, but after the whole mess that went on while we were there he’s gonna be booked solid with reshoots and stuff for days.” 

"I can't believe you guys spent the whole day yesterday tracking down his stolen guitar." Phoenix shook his head. "At least there wasn't a murder." “Detective Pearl and her trusty assistant Trucy were on the case, so obviously there wasn’t a murder! We probably stopped it before it began with our cunning ways.” Trucy put her hands on her hips with a giggle “...but that left us kinda tuckered out, and since he’s gonna be busy anyway….”

"So what I'm hearing is you don't mind heading back home and putting your feet up."

“Yep!” Trucy laughed “besides…” She tapped the edge of her nose “Your darling daughter did some networking yesterday!” 

"Oh no, don't tell me…"

Trucy grinned widely 

“I met someone from a TV Studio who wants to cut a deal for a HUGE MAGIC SPECTACULAR for my big debut! I’m thinking of basing it on one of my favorite novels…whatta you think of…” She spread her hands in a dramatic gesture, “Trucy In Gramaryeland!” 

December 26, ??? PM

Phoenix cradled the phone on his shoulder and smiled. "Hey, Maya, it's been a few days. Training hard, or hardly training?" “Oh, you know Nick,” The reception was terrible…her voice came through a crackling line of intermittent static…but it was about as good as it’d been since she’d been gone. “Just freezing my butt off under a waterfall. Eating grass. How about you?” 

"Oh you know. Just on the trail of international criminals in a foreign country. Pearl had to do two separate summonings for interpol." He smiled a little, sad that he'd missed Mia, but well… it hadn't been the time. “Wait, hold the phone…you’re holding it, right? You’re working with Interpol now??”  Her voice squeaked through the line “and Pearls is channeling ghosts for them? And I missed it?? Aw man…” He heard her sigh “I wish there was a murder here so you could come and visit with your new interpol pals, Nick.” 

Phoenix laughed. "Come on, don't say that, Maya. Hey, your training's getting close to done– right? I'm gonna fly out there when it's almost up and you can show me around. How's that sound?" “Almost, Nick. Just a little longer and I really will be the master of Kurain Village…crazy huh?” He heard her chuckle, and murmur something to someone he couldn’t hea.r “When I’m done…I’m begging you to come visit, alright? I’ll give you the grand tour, and it’s only gonna cost you a month's worth of ramen and burgers once we’re back in LA, alright? Maybe two months.” 

"That's highway robbery, Maya. But for you– I'll pay it."

December 27, 8:15 am

There was quite the crowd in the waiting area of the airport that morning, all circling the wagons of their luggage, chatting, and waiting for the plane. The whole LA party was there– only the interpol agents were traveling separately.

Despite the press of the emotions of the crowd that usually overwhelmed Athena, today, like the day before, there was a general positive mood in the air. It was still a lot–big crowds and emotions always were– but it was a lot in a way that brought a smile to her face as she hefted her bag up into her hands. Somehow, impossibly, the trip to Cauli that had been so distressing and overwhelming had turned into something…genuinely wonderful. Understandings were reached, relationships repaired, criminals captured and discord quieted in hears she once worried may be consumed by them. Even her own. She couldn’t help the smile as she looked up at the ticking departure sign. LA was waiting, and with it, new challenges and plenty of hard work to come…but it was going to be worth it.

Apollo Justice was the last to arrive at the spot where they were waiting. His emotions were still raw, but much less turbulent than they had been before.

As she watched, she saw Halblicht– who had been chatting with Ema Skye– disengage, and turn, walking up to Apollo. 

Apollo paused, and they looked at one another. Athena’s breath caught in her throat, and she watched them carefully and curiously…it didn’t feel like another fight.

She felt a sting of anxiety, and realized it wasn't her own. Simon was about to rush forward and put himself between them. As he began to move past her she reached out and stopped him with her arm. She shook her head and mouthed ‘I think it’s okay’ 

Simon frowned, but stopped beside her as she grabbed him, and didn't protest. He craned his head to hear what was being said, but Athena didn't need to.

"There's nothing I can say that will undo it," Robert said, "and no apology I could give that would be meaningful enough."

"No. There isn't." Apollo held out his hand.

Halblicht took it.

The four of them shook two hands. Athena sighed with relief– and felt Simon's beside her– a small and fragile smile crossing her face as she listened in. Things really were looking a little brighter. 

December 27, 9:15 am

Far below Athena Cykes, the seemingly infinite blue ocean flew past and mingled with the white swirls of the clouds. Cauli was already far behind her and getting further every second, leaving her with only the memories and the small bag of souvenir trinkets to give to Juniper and her crew at Themis Academy, and to hang up on her wall besides the old travel mementos she’d amassed in Europe. She watched the swirl of blue and white pass with her genuine and quiet smile, as those very memories played through her mind. The difficulty of facing her mother’s killer turned into sympathy and genuine care for the men…the Phantom pinned on the other end of her knife became Robert, whose soul had been wounded by cruelty…and she’d found understanding within. A strange bond formed against all odds. The tragedy of the UR-1 Incident had shifted to become the reunion with her mother’s ghost and the answer to all the questions that burned inside her heart and the embrace of her mother’s arms soothing unhealed wounds in her heart– and it became her bonding with Simon all over again. Holding his hands and telling him that she’d always be there for him, and he for her, eased the pain of her desperate and unheard sobs in the courtroom as he walked off to die on her behalf. The whole world seemed to twist towards the brighter– even Apollo, sharing a body with his boyfriend, saw the romance of a life spent eternally with someone you love in the silver lining of his unique situation. Cauli changed everything for Athena Cykes. The worst few days of her life turned into something she knew meant more than she could have imagined. They’d even saved the life of one of Robert’s fellow assets, enough to give her a second chance.

What was this, if not a new chance at life for all of them? Simon could let go of his grief and see the care coming from all around him, Robert was free to choose a life of his own with Bobby’s help…could choose love, even., and she was free from the chains of her past, the lingering ghosts of the UR-1 Incident clawing at her battered and unique heart. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she took a deep and shaky breath. “Beautiful.” She found herself murmuring out loud. 

"It is beautiful, isn't it, Ms. Athena?" Hablicht said, leaning over her seat from where he was standing in the aisle, a number of soft drinks and bags of chips cradled in his arms.

It wasn't immediately obvious which of the two of them it was– perhaps a mingling, judging by the small, and persistent smile. Athena snapped out of her musings with a bright grin. 

“Hey Halblicht!” She leaned back, looking up at him as she spoke. “It’s absolutely gorgeous…”

Simon appeared too– leaning in past the bulk of the duo detective. "It seems we're interrupting her after all, half wit," he bullied fondly. "The detective thought you might be hungry already."

"And bored!" Bobby grinned, offering her some of his armload. "We played all those travel games on the way over– I thought we could do some more."

"Justitia help me, why have I put myself in this situation?" Simon murmured with a smirk.

Athena winked at him with a cheerful laugh. “Because you wanna be in it, Simon. Your emotions don’t lie.” She rubbed her neck, and took the offered snacks. “Admittedly I am kinda peckish, and I’m absolutely a little bored!. You’re really excited for the travel games again? Because I love them.” 

"Absolutely," Bobby grinned widely. "And between you and me, I think Robert might be warming up to them too."

"Wonderful," Simon drawled. "I'm thoroughly outnumbered."

December 27, 3:15 pm (Cauli time)

They weren't quite halfway through the flight yet, and Dick Gumshoe was thinking of home. It’d been a hell of an adventure, as it always was with Mr. Edgeworth, and it’d been a real mass reunion with Interpol, too. But nothing quite beat your home beat, and the coziness of your broken-down, shitty apartment. There was the case to build for Mr. Edgeworth, bringing everything they’d worked towards out here in Cauli back home for them to finally take the guy down, and his superiors with him. There was Maggey, who he couldn’t wait to tell every detail to the point she felt like she’d been there…and there wa—

"Detective Gumshoe?" Halblicht's voice cut through Dick's thoughts as the man leaned over Ema's currently empty seat. "We haven't had a chance to catch up. Mind if I take this seat while Investigator Skye is busy with her airline cocktails?" “Well I’ll be damned! Halblicht!” Gumshoe whistled. “Yeah…been a bit, I know you’ve been a busy guy.” He patted the seat next to him “Pop a squat. Investigator Skye’s gonna be busy a while. When I went to check on her, she was five rum and cokes in and started orderin’ them ‘without the coke’."

Halblicht whistled and dropped himself into the empty chair. "I'm always impressed with the way she can put them away like that. Not that I'm much of a drinker myself."

In point of fact, in all the time he'd been at the precinct, Dick had never seen him touch alcohol. “Yeah, she’s uh..” Gumshoe rubbed his neck, “she’s a real fish in water with that stuff Kinda worries me sometimes, Bobby. Robert. But hey, at least most of the time she sticks to snack food nowadays instead.” He looked over at Halblicht curiously, he’d heard everything that’d come out during the case…been there for some of it. According to little Pearl…Halblicht and the mask everyone thought he was wearing really were two guys. Two guys he and the rest of the precinct had gotten close to over the course of the year. “How you feelin’, pal?” 

"A lot, admittedly." He chuckled rather self-effacingly and glanced at him. "Have you heard the, ah, news? The official diagnosis for lack of a better word?" “Sure have, pal. Sure have.” Gumshoe chuckled “You're two detectives in one trenchcoat, yeah? Or uh, one detective and one…ya know.” 

He thought about miming a knife…but he’d been friends with the guy…still was, maybe. Seemed in bad taste. “Other guy.” 

Halblicht laughed and rubbed his neck, grinning the kind of embarrassed grin that Dick was long used to seeing from him. "Yeah, that, exactly. Turns out you've really had a ghost in the office for a year. Funny how that works out, I guess?" Gumshoe laughed with him. 

“Yeah, honestly, I shouldn’t have been surprised. LAPD’s used to weird shit by now, but I gotta admit…took me for a loop, pal.” He leaned over and punched his shoulder “...kinda glad, honestly.” 

Halblicht grinned wider. 

"I'm glad. It's been a pleasure working with your department, and you know, well…" fidgeted with his hands uncomfortably for a moment as he trailed off. "Anyway! That was actually what I wanted to talk to you about, primarily. Working with the department!" Gumshoe tilted his head to the side. 

“Ya weren’t already?” He rubbed the scruff of his chin “I mean…I assumed ‘cause you were already here, pal. You know. On an investigation with us an’ all. Did Mr. Edgeworth say whether or not you were on the payroll?” 

"Well, uh, yes! I talked it over with Mr. Edgeworth, and the pay thing is being smoothed over. I even have an official badge again. But… that's the thing." The embarrassed grin reappeared. "When Mr. Edgeworth, uh, re-hired me, I think the idea in his head was that uh. People wouldn't be able to tell it was me. But as you can see that's not exactly the case?" “....” Gumshoe hissed through his teeth. “Oough.” 

Halblicht rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. Uh. Should we…. come up with a plan for that? Should we ask Mr. Edgeworth?" “I got a plan, Hal.” 

He sat up straighter. "I'm listening." Gumshoe held up a finger “Bobby Fulbright’s secret, morally dubious twin brother.” 

Hablicht opened his mouth. He held up his hand.

And then he straightened his tie, and in a very serious voice said, "Dick, I think that plan needs a little work."

December 27, 4:15 pm (Cauli time)

Simon looked up from his magazine with a smile as Halblicht came and dropped himself back into the empty seat next to him.

"Did Gumshoe have any insight?" Simon asked with amusement.

"Not really," Bobby pouted. He glanced around, and then leaned over and put his arm around Simon. "He said we should pretend to be my twin brother."

Simon laughed out loud. "I thought as much. Perhaps we should ask someone a little more logical. Like Skye-dono, for instance. When she isn't sauced as hell."

Bobby laughed. "I guess. It's just a pickle, you know? We didn't expect to end up in this situation."

"And yet here we are," he drawled. "Well, it's like I said last night. We'll figure the future out together."

"True enough…" he nodded, and glanced around. "You also said something else last night."

"Oh did I?" Simon raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Halblicht's voice dropped low. "And we're running out of time to do it."

"What are you–" Simon followed the detective's gaze across the plane to the bathroom, and he flushed deeply. He'd told him. He'd told him last night about his fantasy on the plane on the way to Cauli. "I–"

"Did you want to?" There was a smooth smirk on his face and Simon knew it was Robert suggesting it.

"Well I'm not going to say no, but we don't exactly have the excuse that we're chained up any more!" he hissed quietly, face burning.

"And I thought you didn't have any shame." Robert looked at him coolly from behind his shame.

Simon pushed him hard toward the aisle, and hissed– "Well then get up, half wit!!"

December 27, 4:15 pm (Cauli time)

Miles watched from the other aisle as Detective 'Halblicht' brazenly put his arm around Simon Blackquill's shoulders.

It seemed that this was one thing Edgeworth had not miscalculated on, at least. And the investigation had been good for their relationship. No surprise there. A little excitement and mystery did wonders for getting closer to someone– even when you had good reason to be angry at them.

He glanced at Phoenix, in the seat beside him, who was leafing through a sky mall magazine, and he sighed.

There was more work to do. So damned much more work to do. He wished that he could just retire, and spend his whole life solving mysteries, and falling in love over and over again, and not have to worry about politics, and scandals, and espionage.

But that wasn't the way the world worked. That wasn't the beat his life marched to. He had to finish the job. He had to keep chasing this espionage ring until the bitter end. He had to reforge the justice system. Simon Blackquill, the twisted samurai, who had spent seven years in jail, was free to do as he pleased, brazenly and without a care.

But Miles Edgeworth had to change the world. If he didn't, who would?

it stung.

He glanced over at Phoenix again, and he scooted a little closer to him in his seat. Hesitantly, slowly– he slipped his arms around Wright's shoulders.

Phoenix flinched, and blushed looking up at him. "Edgeworth, what are you doing?"

"I'd think that would be obvious," he grumbled, feeling flushed himself.

"But– we're in public," Wright whispered– though he didn't push him away.

"Are we? Look around. Kay bought out this whole section of the plane. Can you really say there's anyone here who doesn't know about us already?"

Phoenix bit his lip. "Well, no, but, the flight attendant…."

Miles watched as Halblicht and Blackquill headed down the aisle toward the bathroom.

"Phoenix, I think the flight attendant is going to have enough on her hands, without worrying about us. Maybe we can relax a little, for once."

Phoenix smiled, and leaned into him. "Yeah, I guess."

Miles lay his cheek on the top of Phoenix Wright's overly hair-gelled head.

"You know, Wright. You and I are spending a lot of time talking about changing the world. Maybe once we've fixed the court system we can do something about… this mess."

"Our relationship?"

Miles sputtered in surprise. "I meant society, Phoenix! And its prejudices. But I suppose our own relationship should come first, yes."

"Only you would try to change the whole world before you changed yourself, Miles," Phoenix murmured. "It's almost charming."

"Almost, hmm?"

"Okay," Phoenix smiled. "It's a little charming. And sure, if you want to change the world. I'll help. You know I always have your back."

"I know," Miles said, pulling him close. "Even when it takes you a little while to come around."

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

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»»————-　*gasp. The audacity! I'm the candy!! >:( *picks up bugs spray, shakes it furiously.　————-««

"UWAHHH! How cool! Tatsu-senpai of this world! Your a huge fire breathing dragon...! The vast multiverse is a very cool place indeed!"

Hiiro looks amaze at the sight of Tatsumi huge form. He was the huge flying reptile that come saving him and aira after all.

Tatsumi slowly surrounded with a magic circle and before long be appear before them with his semi human form as the tail and horns still there.

A few scale here and there is like a beauty mark.

"Ahaha~ hiiro- Kun your so optimistic even from another alternative universe of yours." Tatsumi smile as he welcome his new friends.

Through the two of them keep hearing something being smack to bits.

Splat.

Splat

Splat

" Ah. Aira are you playing a game?" Hiiro realize the sound coming from the phone on his breast pocket and take it out to see aira stabbing bees that's trying to approach a flower in a game.

(( It's called bee smasher. I downloaded it to have a stress relief you see~ I CAN'T WAIT TO DO IT IN REAL LIFE~))

"ooh.. I see! Then carry on then. " Hiiro smile as he put the phone back to his pocket and look at tatsumi who giving him a stare.

"You two have come here for me?" He seems knowledge enough to understand what they wanted.

"Hiiro-kun. I don't wish to destroy the so called chaos butterfly. After all. He is still Mayoi Ayase. Our dear friend and companion." He quickly says his side.

"We should talk about this with him. I once talk to him before you two arrive. He ask me such odd question about the mc of this world."

(( Ye... Talk sense to a delulu. That's a good plan.(・∀・) ))

"Oh! Aira did you agree with tatsumi? If so. We could do that but I will still destroy him! Ahaha. I promise my brother and Mayo-senpai that after all." Hiiro can't seems to understand the sarcasm lacing aira voice.

((Btw which ship is this world.))

"Ah. You ask the same or exact question Mayoi have ask me." Tatsumi seems to be surprised at Aira question. "It's HiMERU." He added.

(( Which one? The ore ikemen or the cry baby.))

"Aira-kun. Pls refrain from calling kaname-kun a cry baby. His just too emotional child." Tatsumi quickly tells aira off from his rude words toward his friend HiMERU.

" it's HiMERU." He once again says.

(( Oh it's 3P. Damn the world sure is hilarious~ the love triangle I know previously have very sharp edges that outs for each other neck when certain virus isn't around. AhahaHAHAHA.))

"??????" Tatsumi and Hiiro look at Aira worriedly as the screen have lagged for a moment and a notification appear that says

[ Warning! pls click here to Feed magi to the wild child ]

"Ah... It says I should click here...hmm. ok..." The younger Amagi follows the instructions and press the notification.

(( Damn mc ... You really know me too well... Wish you know what I want too >:())

Aira commented as a candy pop out beside him and caught it. He give a hopeless smile before he nom on it. The pixel butterfly slowly disappear from edges of the screen.

Aira emerald green eyes that once dull for the long while since he become stuck in that phone. Finally brighten up.

(( We should hurry... Chaos is out for HiMERU.))

Aira tells them what he learn from data of the world. His eyes golden ring glow brightly.

"Ah... But today is..."tatsumi seems surprised by what Aira says but his words cut of sort when the huge blast of chaos energy blasted through the sky;

BBBBOOOOMMMMMM

((30% life force parish... 25% slowly draining out of energy... Chaos 85% out of hundred taken control of this world...))

As he read the data showing in the screen. Tatsumi transform back to his dragon form and breath out dragon flame in the incoming wave of chaos, deflecting it's effect to try area he could protect but their surrounding slowly drained out of life.

(( ... HiMERU - Ore-ikemen-san life force is slowly fading away. Kaname Toujou-san is wounded. Mermaid Mayoi Ayase-san have fully been absorbed by chaos. This world destruction will commence in exactly 3.15. minutes. ))

Aira who acted like an A.I and reported each details with nonchalant and monotone as Tatsumi grab hold of hiiro and fly toward the direction of destruction. Hoping to save his friend.

"HiMERU!!!" tatsumi yelled out in worry as he saw from afar his fallen friends, he could hear the sound of crying of Kaname from afar and saw a bloody scene.

(( The world of deep blue sea... MC. As well this world shall end in a minute ))

Aira proceed to show a timer and counting the end of the world as they arrive in the place.

"...oh~? Aira-chan~ we meet again~"

(( 45... 44... 43...))

Aira ignore the call of chaos through he did show an image of him holding a bug spray:

[ L.O.V.E bug spray: Repel all love rivals. Repel them from life too.]

As he continue to count down.

"Hiiro-kun~ and tatsu-san~ oh my aren't we complete here~ would you three come with me."

"Sorry not Mayoi-senpai. But I will have a 'chat' with you before I destroy you!" Hiiro point out as he look at the chaos in the other side of the world in its end.

Tatsumi went to check up on HiMERU seeing their wounded and dare state.

He quickly held them and they both disappear to his space where he put the other surviving living form from his universe for safety.

"Tatsumi Kazehaya... " The older Toujou who's holding his younger brother arms through almost at the end of his life force.

As Kaname cried hopelessly as he saw he cares about fades away yet all he could do is watch. It felt so drainful.

Aira press something in the screen, a magic circle appear beside Tatsumi, red-pink magi candy appear and Tatsumi gives a thanks as he feeds some to the two brothers.

Kaname slowly fallen asleep and HiMERU time pause in the moment before the last fragments of his life fade away.

"HiMERU... Kaname... Please rest for a while..." He mumble as he give a sign of a cross as thanks for his able to make it on time to save them.

He went to what left of mermayoi, a pink pearl containing a fragments of his soul and a bit of mc of this world. And put it to the space.

Once everything returns to normal he would fix the world and everyone would able to go home. That's his job after all as a guardian and a watcher of this au.

(( 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...))

"Amen..." He smiled as he watch the world once again turn black of the distortion world. He seems fine with it as he manage to salvage living beings of this universe when he have a hint it will happen since a year ago.

He manage to salvage at least 80% of people of this au. He still sad as his not able to save the 20% but it's already as far as he can do as a single man doing such task.

The au might have come to distortion but the people of this world now lives inside his domain till it's safe.

"Anyway what was that Chaos butterfly-san...? Sorry I was just finishing my task." He turn to look at the other sentient alkaloid from different au.

(( ......this alternative universe have fully fallen to distortion... All data now gone... Gottdamn...))

Aira finally snap out of his trance of being a force AI for the group. He hates his job.

"Ah... Tatsumi-san is really one of kind." The chaos complimented.

"Why thank you. But I really would like to ask. Not to go rocking havoc in any plain of time and space, chaos butterfly-san. Well at least give me more time to prepare." The dragon kin tatsumi laugh at the compliment. He isnt mad or anything. After all, mer mayoi have told him a year ago about something bad would happened.

"It be like Noah arc all over again after all." (Tatsumi)

(( You mean like endgame since chaos is damn purple man. He already snap out the existence of haft of the billion multiverse...

))

"Aira. Are you ok...? But theres no notification saying your being too feral. So I guess your fine!" Hiiro look at the phone, in search for the same notification like earlier. But find none.

((... Hiiro-kun~ you see if I'm being feral. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

I would try going out of this barrier mc made for me or more like for you all because I'm very very dangerous (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

and become the second chaos because why not~? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

After all you keep calling me feral since earlier. ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

I'll show you feral. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

I'll show you all fucking feral when I'm out of this phone.(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

For example...I will fucking kill all bugs in sight.(・∀・)

Like a bee and spider....◉‿◉ ))

Tears start to fall from his eyes as frustration and annoyance of everything come rushing in. The three look at one another. Even chaos wonder what's up with this kid.

"... Are you ok???" Hiiro ask him after a long pause.

((Huhuhu hiiro, tatsun, even the damn you chaos... ITS YOU FAULT. IM SUPPOSED TO BE BACK TO MY PLACE!! NOW IM FORCE TO WATCH ANIMAL PLANET BUGS LIFE DOCUMENTARY. SO HATEFUL!!!))

"..." What???( tatsumi, Hiiro, Chaos (mayoi))

»»————-　note　————-««

(1) sentient stigma of diamond: tatsumi Kazehaya (dragon kin) || Level SS magic or stat.

(2) AI - AI || sub-pun Ai for artificial intelligence as his stuck in a phone as avatar and since he can gather information about idol in the canon enstar story. That's why his job is to help with the information about the new au. He can assist the 'live stream's of each au he knows including the distorted one as well ESPECIALLY his own au. While doing his job.

(3) if you know, you know. But if you don't then don't.

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