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sluttyminghao · 4 years ago

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studio stress | h.vc

w.c: 3.5k request: hi!! can i request a dom!vernon x fem reader where he fucks her in the studio because he’s jealous? maybe because his gf talked to another member or something lmao genre: smut! pairing: vernon x female!reader contains: dom!vernon, jealous vern, sub!female!reader, mentions of spit play, oral and fingering (fem. receiving), mentions of restraints, marking, slight degradation, vern is a bit of a shithead lmao a/n: amazing idea! thank you for this anon! im also tagging @junsol because she wanted to see this :)

Vernon wasn’t the type to get jealous much, if at all really.

He was normally always level headed and calm, and he had no problem with you hanging out with his band mates when he wasn't around, because he trusted both you and them enough to know that neither of you would do anything. Vernon’s bandmates respected and liked you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything with them, and vice versa.

Your boyfriend and his bandmates were currently under a significant amount of stress, however, due to their new album preparing to be released in the following weeks. They were snippy and snide to one another, and their actions didn't always come off in the nicest ways, even towards you, but you knew they really didn't mean it at the end of the day, and they would always apologize to you after.

Today was one of those days, and it was particularly awful. You didn’t know just how bad it was going to be, but if the texts from the other band members was anything to go off, you were in for a doozy.

You were headed towards their recording studio after Vernon had sent you a text to come visit, and you were more than ecstatic to see him after he had holed himself away for a few days, only sparing a few minutes to text you. You hadn’t really minded of course, but you had missed him dearly, and you knew that seeing him would make your day better.

The texts had been short and concise, and only really things like “hello” and “i love you”, but it was nice to know that he was still thinking about you even when he was under so much pressure with his company and his bandmates. You knew that after the album came out though, they would all go back to their happy and relaxed selves, and you would have your boyfriend back in your hold soon enough.

The walk to the studio wasn’t overly long, but the cool winter air had seeped under your various layers of clothes and had ultimately chilled you to the bone by the time you were standing outside the studio, your body shivering and teeth chattering, texting your boyfriend to let him know you had arrived. The door to the studio quickly swung open not long after the text had been sent, and Seokmin was standing in the doorway with his signature sunshine smile.

“Hey you! Come on in, Vernon’s been expecting you for hours!” He exclaimed loudly, his broad frame moving out of the way so that you could walk in to the warm building and attempt to shake off the cold. “Thanks for letting me in Seokmin, how is everyone doing today?” You asked as you shrugged off your jacket, quirking a brow in confusion when you heard faint shouting coming from down the hallway.

“Uh...it’s not going great at the minute,” he muttered, his lips forming a pout at yet another shout, followed by a crash sounded from the room down the hall. He sighed and lead you down the hallway, where the voices became louder and the screaming more prominent, your eyes widening in surprise that the team seemed to be crumbling behind the very door you were about to walk through.

Just as Seokmin pushed the door open to the recording studio, the voices that were screaming just seconds before had become hushed and the bodies had stilled, as if being a group of deer caught in the headlights. Every person in the recording room turned to see who was opening the door, and visibly relaxed when they noted that it was only Seokmin and yourself, making Vernon beam widely as the rest of the band members fell into conversation once more after exchanging their hello’s with you.

He stood up from his spot between Minghao and Soonyoung, and walked quickly towards you and enveloped your body tightly with his strong arms, his favourite cologne drifting up your nostrils and invading all of your senses in all of the best ways. “Hey ‘Sol,” you mumbled, your face smushed into his firm pecs, making him giggle at the slight vibration against his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered into your hair, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and sending tingles throughout your body. You smiled as you pulled away from his warm body reluctantly, letting him return to whatever he had been doing previously, and finding yourself a chair to sit on while he worked.

Finding purchase on a seat across the room, you found yourself squished between Seungcheol and Seungkwan and quickly fell into idle banter with the two, who were bickering over something you could not quite comprehend, but you also weren't paying a whole lot of attention because you were watching your boyfriend busy himself with recordings.

He was busy concentrating on and discussing an odd bass loop with Jihoon, the pair trying to find the perfect place to put it in the song where it wouldn't sound weird or repetitive. Your eyes unashamedly grazed all over his body, admiring how toned he had gotten over the last few weeks from his constant workouts and personal training sessions.

You were snapped out of your trance however, when Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your face to garner your attention. “Were you even listening to me?” He quipped, sass dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes back in response, albeit with a huge grin on your face as he continued his story about picking up his Americano earlier that day.

While you were chatting with Seungkwan, you felt the hairs on the back of your head begin to stand, and it felt almost as if someone was watching you. Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the reason for the suspicious activity, until they finally locked onto your boyfriend’s dark ones. You hadn't seen him look at you like that before, and it only sent shivers down your spine and you forced yourself to look away before you flung yourself at him.

You tried to occupy yourself by having a conversation with Seungcheol, who was showing you some of the lyrics he was writing and leaning in quite close to you. It hadn’t seemed like a problem for you since you were always talking to them about their lyrics and what they were working on, but there was something that felt...off, about sitting and talking to Seungcheol, even though all of your previous encounters with him had been nothing but pleasant and fun.

Vernon’s eyes refused to move off of your form as you sat next to Seungcheol, and all he could focus on was how his blood was beginning to boil, watching how his band mate would wrap an arm around your waist or whisper into your ear and make you laugh at some dumb joke he had explained to you. It was all getting too much for him, and before he could even control himself, his palms were slamming down onto the table with a loud thud, causing the room to fall into silence and everyone’s heads to whip around to face Vernon.

“What’s wrong Vern? You seem a little stressed, almost like you need to get laid or something,” Jeonghan joked, playfully hitting his younger friend’s arm lightly. The room fell into silence again as everyone awaited his response, not sure what the outcome would be from his seemingly harmless joke.

“Everyone needs to leave, I can’t concentrate with all this noise going on,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth, and everyone stayed still for a split second, before they scrambled to gather their things and leave as quickly as possible, not wanting to know what was going to happen once they left.

Because if they knew Vernon, they knew that he was hardly ever like this, and if he was going to snap, it wouldn't be pretty and they didn't particularly want to see it. They gave you quick, worried glances as they left, and you could only remain planted in your seat as you watched your boyfriend’s form tense and untense the more he looked at the music in front of him.

“Are you okay, baby?” You finally squeaked out once the door to the studio had shut and you were left alone with your stressed out partner. He remained silent for a few beats, and you thought about just grabbing your stuff and leaving him to his own devices, but his raspy voice stopped you before you even had the opportunity to grab your bag.

“I didn’t like the way you were talking with Seungcheol, it really got on my nerves,” he spoke through his teeth, hands gripping the table until his knuckles turned white. Your head tilted in confusion, before a small laugh bubbled past your lips from his statement, which you could hardly believe. “Are you serious? You’ve never had a problem with me talking to him before! Why is it any different now?”

His body immediately whirled around in the chair he sat on and he stood up, making fast paces towards you. You suddenly felt overly small in his presence, and even more so with his dominating nature that he was currently exuding. His eyes had darkened a few shades, and it was a look that you were all too familiar with, one that made arousal pool within your stomach and a distinct wetness clinging to your panties.

“I never had a problem before, because he wasn’t flirting with you last time, sweetheart,” His voice was rough as he stood in front of you, a small smirk reaching his mouth before he was crashing his lips into yours harshly, teeth and tongues clashing and you couldn’t help but let a mewl spill from your lips.

“He-he wasn’t flirting with me Vernon!” You managed to stutter out when he pulled away and sat on the couch next to you, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. His head snapped up and his eyes bore into yours again, before he let a sinister chuckle fall from his lips, and he was ripping your shirt off, leaving your upper body exposed to the slight chill in the air, with exception of your bra.

“You must be blind if you couldn't see the way he was undressing you with his eyes and holding your waist tightly, but it’s a shame he won’t ever get to see you like that,” he seethed, letting his lips run across the expanse of your neck and collarbone before letting his teeth sink in to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

A small hiss left your lips as he continued to suck on your neck, leaving pretty purple and blue blooms across the expanse. Your hands found purchase in his locks, tugging roughly on the roots and pulling him off your skin. “W-we can’t do this here...” you trailed off, voice growing small when you noticed your boyfriend stripping his own clothes off, another laugh slipping past his kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get a say in that, I need to show you who you belong to,” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning over your body and unclasping your bra, before pulling your pants and panties down in one swoop, leaving you stark naked in front of him. You face burned red with embarrassment, and you poorly attempted to cover your body up with a pillow strewn carelessly on the couch.

“Why are you trying to hide your smoking hot body from me?” His dominant act dropped momentarily and he let his body fall so that he was crouching between your legs, his eyes softening as he looked at you adoringly. “I-I don’t know...” a stuttered breath fell from your lips as he removed the pillow from your grip and threw it across the other side of the room.

His large hands roughly gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the air and his eyes. You saw his eyes grow hungrier and darker the longer he stared at your folds, and he couldn’t help but lean in towards you and lick a flat stripe against you, a smirk playing on his lips when you gasp and attach your hands to his scalp.

“Fuck, Vern! Your mouth i-is like ma-magic” You moaned out, unable to stop your legs from violently shaking with pleasure. His hands kept your legs pried apart, and it only heightened your levels of pleasure when his mouth found your clit and he sucked on it gently, sending waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. “You always did like when I eat you out, I bet that Seungcheol couldn’t even come close in terms of eating you out, I will always be on top” he moaned out loud, reattaching his lips to your folds and sucking vigorously.

Vernon spent a significant amount of time alternating between licking and sucking at your folds, and it came as no surprise to either of you that you were nearing your first orgasm already, your moans increasing in volume substantially when he began teasing a finger at your entrance. “You’re soaked, baby, I bet I’d just slide right in huh?” He teased, hissing when his finger was met with no resistance when he did slide it in.

He could feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and he knew that you would be cumming any moment now. Your whines were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on to add another finger into your swollen cunt, the wet noises making his cock twitch and a groan to spill from his lips.

You were too late in giving him a warning that you were cumming, it happened so fast and before you knew it, your legs were attempting to close around your boyfriend’s head and there was shapes and white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. You could faintly hear yourself crying out his name as you came down from your glorious high, and came to just as Vernon’s hand caressed your cheek.

“That was a powerful orgasm, sweetheart, but don’t forget that I’m not quite done with you yet, I still wanna fill you up with my cum.” He all but growled at you, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard and leaking length, a continuous bead of precum growing at the tip of his erection. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it still worked wonders inside of you, and the thickness made you feel so full it was almost as if you would split open.

You leaned over to reach for his cock, but his hand gripped your wrist and held on tightly, making confusion cover your features. “No, we don’t have time for that right now, the members will be back any moment soon,” he replied, laying you down and hovering over your sweaty and shaking body. You could feel his heavy cock resting against your clit, and it only made you shiver in excitement at what was going to happen.

“F-fuck me ‘Sol...make me see stars,” You whined out, before he effectively silenced you by shoving two of his fingers in your mouth and glaring down at you with hooded eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, slut, you’re lucky i don't have anything to tie your hands back with because that’s where they’d be.” He groaned, letting his tip slide down to your entrance.

He teased his cock at your entrance, prodding at it and pushing in slightly, only to pull back out again and leave you a whining and sobbing mess. “P-please...I need your c-cock!” You cried out, your body wriggling around on the couch in anticipation. He quirked a brow at your neediness, stopping his actions altogether and making you whine even louder.

“Someone is a needy brat tonight huh? That’s bold considering you were flirting with one of my bandmates not even an hour ago,” he scolded, finally letting his cock sink into you slowly. “I- ngh, I wasn't f-flirting with him!” you screamed out, his hips finally meeting yours as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“You definitely were, I could see it in your eyes,” he stuttered out, his hips beginning a rapid and unforgiving pace. His cock was stretching you out so nicely and filling you right up to the brim, and you couldn’t even find the energy to respond to his snarky comment. His cock was making you feel amazing in so many ways, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs beginning to shake the more Vernon pounded into you.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from c-cumming inside of you,” he groaned, lifting one of your legs up so that it was propped on his shoulder and he could angle his cock better inside of you, attempting to hit that one spot inside of you that would have you clenching around his cock in a matter of seconds.

“R-right there! Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers digging into the flesh of your boyfriend’s bicep and leaving bright red crescent marks indented on the skin. He smirked at your cries and continued to hit in the same spot over and over, hissing when he felt how your pussy began clenching rapidly around his cock, making it even harder for him to thrust inside of you.

You were so close to falling over the edge, you just needed one more action to send you toppling, and Vernon knew exactly what to do to send you into that fucked out state. He removed his fingers from your mouth, groaning at the sight of the line of saliva dropping from them and landing on your skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he spoke softly, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing harsh figure eight’s on the swollen bud. His grunts and the way his hips and fingers were moving sent you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream, your body arching up so beautifully.

Luckily for you, the studio was soundproof.

Vernon was so extremely close to cumming as well, and seeing your face and body contort underneath him sent his cock twitching and unloading his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. “F-fuck...fuck!” He moaned out, pulling his cock out of you and watching globs of cum fall from your pussy. He smiled and let two of his digits scoop up the cum and press it back into your folds, a defeated whine leaving your lips as you shook from oversensitivity.

“No more, please ‘Sol...” you rasped out, feeling as if you were on another planet from how lightheaded your orgasm had made you feel. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you, loving how your body shook in response to his actions. “You did so well...so well my baby,” he spoke softly, wiping his fingers on a nearby pillow. His clean hand came up to caress your face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes and leaning in to kiss you softly.

The kiss was so soft and warm and made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him as close as you could. He finally pulled away from you with a wide grin on his face, before he got up and began to dress himself again and make himself look presentable.

He turned to you and helped you to dress carefully, kissing over each and every mark he left on your body, as well as whispering apologies into your skin and making you giggle at his adorableness. “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten some of your stress out ‘Sol?” You asked, smoothing out your hair so it didn’t look as messed up as it had moments before.

He turned to face you and nodded with a huge grin on his face, pulling you in to a hug and swaying with you slightly, humming an unfamiliar tune that nonetheless made you smile and relax into his body. Just as you were about to ask him what he was humming, the door to the studio opened and a few faces popped in, worry on their features.

“It’s okay to come in, we’re all done in here,” Vernon commented, your face burning red with his outright comment. The boys slowly trickled back into the room and made themselves comfortable once more, falling into small talk with each other and you before you decided to make your exit.

“Oh, by the way,” Jeonghan started, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, and you knew that whatever he was about to say to you, would probably embarrass you until the ends of time. You made eye contact with Vernon, who looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Some of these walls aren't soundproof, for future reference.”

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arent-you-scared-lil-human · 4 years ago

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Bølger (2)

Merman!Kae x Reader.

Words: 3,183

bølger means waves.

Chapter 1.

Merfolk were almost divine to your eyes, living near the coast gave you the blessing of discovering these amazing creatures, well, or the thought of actually seeing them.

You were 7 when your mother gave your guard to your aunt Betty, your mom grew sick and she wanted to be sure you would be cared for when she passed. But it took her cancer to reach stage 4 to allow you to live with Betty.

The thing was, your mother hated the coast, the town, and the ocean.

When Betty went to visit you, she would take small cards with fairies, merfolk, werewolves painted on it. She would tell you to believe in magic and accept that we aren't alone on the big blue planet.

Which made your mother mad because she hated the mere idea of mermaids, so much that the little mermaid movie was never allowed. But she had to swallow her revulsion to be sure you would be cared for and not thrown on the orphanage in the end.

So you went to live on Walrey Coast with your aunt. She was a good woman, a bit light-headed but good nonetheless. She taught you how to cook, even though you hated it, taught you how to work in her small restaurant and how to read and love Julio Verne's work.

The house was small but notably comfy and colorful, each room had a color and somehow it didn't get overwhelming. Your bedroom had fairies painted on the walls, and a lamp with a mermaid painted in gold.

But you never saw a mermaid or a merman in your life.

And since your city was a small place each person ended up knowing another. You were homeschooled till your 11, but Antony -your aunt friend- told that his nephews were your age and that his sister could teach you too.

Antony's nephews were three, a girl called Hope, and two boys, Archie and Hunter. Hope and Archie were twins, and Hunter was a year younger but their mom taught them the things at the same time so they could always be together if they ever went to a "normal" school.

So, with your 20's and seeing Archie leaving the town to persuade his dream university made you happy, but sad in seeing Carla's tears, after all, she always wanted her kids together.

"C'mon, Y/N, I consider you like a daughter so let us re-form your brother's bedroom..." Carla tried to smile through her tears, Hunter hugged you and Hope rolled her eyes at her brother's trial of reaching your interest, the poor boy has been crushing over you for 6 years already.

You kept your routine of woking at your aunty Betty restaurant, Antony tried to coax you to leave town and go to uni -as every elderly person tries to tell us to-; But something held you in Walrey Coast, maybe it was the trauma of the last time that you left your home was due to a loved one passing, or maybe Betty being abandoned in her big picturesque house... or who knows, perhaps something else, something unseen, or forgotten.

Hope didn't want to go to university, she craved to open an auto-shop, Carla said she didn't mind, but everyone knew deep down she wanted her small girl to be the perfect wife-to-be. And Hunter wanted to become a biologist, the boy adored the sea more than the air he inhaled and after years and years of Antony pulling his ear telling him that the idea of being a professional surfer was as idiotic as his hair, he swallowed down and picked another profession that connected the sea, too.

You loved them, and the town, but you were lonely. You had your first kiss, and even that you studied in "not a homeschool but it was basically one" you knew the other people in town, the men in their 20's that lived near and also the visitors that came and go. And working in the restaurant you saw lots of people, soldiers, biologists, families, even sailors, travelers, wanderers, et cetera.

So you had your 'first times' but nothing serious, and even that Hunter tried several times to date you, you couldn't see him farther than a brother. He was attractive, smart, polite, liked animals as you do but he was... a brother. Through and through.

So your life was based around this minimalist and simple presence. Waking up, helping Betty at home, go to the restaurant, visit Carla and your dear friends, go back to the restaurant, sit in the pier where Antony lived while you ate your dinner looking at the sea, go home, shower and sleep.

Antony tried to make you go swimming or try to surf with Hunter, but you were terrified of the ocean, you loved it, it was fascinating and very very beautiful, but scary.

Dangerous.

Yet, gazing at it brought you a level of peace that couldn't be accomplished in any other form.

So finishing your meal and making sure to set any trash inside a bag so you could throw in the trashcan later, you stood up and gave one last look at the dark waters and went home.

Deep in the waves, stood Kae, gazing at you leaving your favorite spot in the docks, each day you went there and in each one he approached the surface to make you company, a silent one.

Sometimes you hummed a song, one that of course he had not heard before. And sometimes you would put music to play in a small black device he saw humans carrying around all the time, the music was a mixture, but he enjoyed them, and loved when you sang along.

Merfolk took singing into high consideration, it was important to lull food, to find a good partner, to... well, everything!

And he hummed back with you, but he knew you didn't hear him. You didn't remember him.

It was funny how different worlds that co-existed, should know about another, should collide.

Humans are evil, everyone says. But what Eros did with you wasn't it? Hurting an innocent cub, or better saying: a child, and bringing your unconscious body as a trophy was the most repugnant thing he ever witnessed. After that episode years prior, Kae never glanced at his cousin in the same way, Eros was still family, but he wasn't the good merman Kae thought he was.

And with their adult forms and getting the spot of protectors of the ocean society, the mating season was approaching.

Jaxi was in love with a mermaid that was from oceans away, they found each other in a hunt for food and after that, they've been planning their wedding ever since. Melin grew to be an insatiable lover, the mating season was an open feast to him, especially since it didn't involve a mandatory loyalty. Eros had the most beautiful sea creatures he could find, he was handsome and strong, but he was a player, which wasn't so shocking.

And Kae had some encounters, had his first sex in his 16's but he didn't like the notion of marrying and being away from the bare soil, away from his little friend that didn't even remember his existence.

He wonders if you still have Eros's nails wounds scarred in your skin, or maybe you healed after he rolled the algae around it? The alkaline water helped sea beings to heal and regenerate their skin, maybe oxygen did it too to humans? And if it hasn't healed, have you ever questioned the origin of it?

Kae didn't see himself as a stalker, he was more of a curious merman. And after leaving you in the waves near the sand, he has been reaching the surface searching for you. Ecthelion realized his peculiar interest in you, so he at least told Kae that his human friend, Antony, has told him that you were alive and well. And that the human's healers said you declared that you floated too deep in the ocean and the waves took you away.

Only that.

And as much that was a relief to hear you didn't remember the evilness Eros committed, Kae was still disappointed that you wouldn't remember him, or Jaxi and Melin that were also very much curious about human's anatomy and helped to save your life.

He wanted to talk to you, to see how different you are, would it be shocking for you to see him? Would you run away seeing his different form? He was very pretty, and one of the most desired young merman between the merfolk, but their physiology are different for various reasons. Maybe you wouldn't think he is pretty, his monster form would push you away. Scare you.

...

Hunter lost his mind, inviting you to go surfing? Insane.

"You know I'm afraid of the sea, Hunter!" You told him and your friend only shrugged.

"Y/N, i know but we can try. There won't be big tides today, and I'm an expert at it."

His sad voice made you feel bad, you loved him dearly but couldn't answer his romantic feelings. "Is just... we are not kids anymore and with our brother away and Hope getting you away for 'girls night i barely have time with you. And i don't want to be an asshole, i swear, but that accident that happened years ago was an accident. You were a kid and now you're all grown."

Yu chuckled and hit his shoulder slightly. "All of this only to convince me to go with you?"

He narrowed his eyes and gave you a shy smile. '"Only if you say it worked."

"It did. But! If the waves get too big or anything we will come back, alright? Don't try to prove a point."

"And which point would that be?" He seemed offended.

"That you know how to suffer."

"Right, I won't do anything stupid."

...

Carrying Hope's board firmly you questioned if the straight material could hurt your palms. "Come on." Hope yelled cheering you up, she agreed with Hunter that it would be good for you to test the waters. Being afraid of it was a dangerous thing.

Hunter extended his hand while his other one was carrying the board under his arm. "Trust me?"

"Yeah, but please if I want to come back help me."

"Don't worry."

You held his hand and walked to the waters, Hope clapped her hands a couple of times yelling "you got it" to give you motivation.

It was a pretty day, the sun was out but it wasn't awfully warm Some seagulls flew through the skies and you admired the blue water touching your skin.

The water wasn't cold, and so far no big waves came and snatched your nor Hunter's life.

"Now in the way we tried back there." Hunter held the surfboard you were firmly grasping and helped you to jump on it. He did the same on his and held your hand looking at you with nothing but honesty.

You laid your chest on the board and moved your arms in the water to push you a bit far from the sand. Hunter was smiling, he adored the ocean and adored you so he was very happy.

A small wave came and you looked at him. "Hunt!"

He didn't tell you to go, he gave you a tiny nod and told you the two of you could swim around until you felt more relaxed.

After some minutes you tried to surf in a tide, it was small, amen for that, and Hunter seemed proud. He went to the bigger ones and even when he fell in the salty water he would emerge smiling and laughing.

Hope entered the water too and swam around, you never swam with your friends before.

Some minutes passed and you lost your fear from the ocean, the salty water, the rays of sun, Hunter's smile and Hope's laugh was a blessing and you wondered why you never gave Hunter a chance when he asked you to surf with him since you two were 12.

A medium-wave came in, and you told them you would try. Hunter has surfed and tides four times bigger so he was secure you wouldn't get hurt.

You moved your arms in the water to push you near the growing wave, you managed to feel it moving the surfboard, and you got on your feet and yelled in euphoria when your body kept firm above it. It was amazing, a sensation of pure joy.

The adrenaline, the beauty on it.

Hope and Hunter were cheering you up, and you smiled at then before noting a big movement near the tide, head got out of the ocean and the creature knocked your breath out of your lungs.

Was it... a mermaid? Well, better saying a merman?

"What?" You lost balance and fell into the water, the string holding the surfboard to your ankle made a pressuring pull and you whimpered at the pressure. You shut your eyes as the salty water burned your eyes but soon your foot was realized from the surfboard-pull.

You opened your eyes terrified that you lost the board because you were being dragged further in, but you saw something, someone.

The strong features, the gills on his neck, the floating long hair... the tail.

"Y/N!" Hope yelled. "Where are-", "Y/N!" Hunter yelled too.

He swam to you and leaned in, you got terrified, the water was burning your eyes, the lack of oxygen making you anxious and this creature was placing his hands on your cheeks. The cold hands made you stare at him but he only leaned in to kiss your forehead and then your nose.

Hope's and Hunter's yells going deaf to your ears. You could only stare at the merman.

Before you could do anything else he smiled and touched your feet pushing you up to find oxygen.

You broke out of the surface and coughed as Hunter pulled your body to his chest. "Jesus Christ! You scared me." He said and kissed your forehead over and over making sure you were alive under his touch.

Hunter's kisses were gentle, urgent, and you enjoyed them, but it wasnt like the creature's touch.

The monster's touch that could certainly snap your neck in a fraction of seconds, but the same touch that made your heart beat faster a moment prior.

And when he held your feet... you thought he would pull you in, to kill and eat you.

No.

He launched you up, assisting you, freeing you!

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought you." Hunter cried and you leaned in his touch, holding his neck and looking over his shoulder seeing familiar eyes gazing at you miles away in the water.

...

Sitting in Hope's bed and having her blow-drying your hair, you told Hunter for the 45° time that you were okay and wasn't his fault. He gave you a cup of hot chocolate and checked your fingertips again searching for any hint of extremity cyanosis. He was terrified of losing you, shit, he even argued with Hope when he told her he wanted to help you to take a shower. And even if crushing on you, his intentions weren't sexual, he only wanted to be sure you were warmed up.

"It's okay, it was my fault. I thought I saw something. I got distracted."

Hope brushed your dry hair and you held Hunter's big sweater closer to your chest, he was taller than you so his clothes were the most comfortable. "Hope, i'm sorry for-"

"No no, it's okay. The thing was old anyway." She hugged you from behind and assured you it was okay the loss of her surfboard. "But i wonder how the safe-string got out of your ankle."

You remembered the pressure the string was making, remember the relief it was when it was snapped away from you... the merman did it.

"I don't know either." You lied and tried to get up, only to have them push you back in Hope's bed and ordering you to rest.

Hunter called your aunt to tell her it was all okay and that you would have a sleepover.

You fell asleep, dreaming of waves and gentle touches.

...

Waking up you looked at the covers and searched for a clock to see how long you've slept. It was 2 AM and Hope was passed out, you gently got up from the bed and grasped a pair of Hope's boots.

You got off the stairs and unlocked the door discreetly before closing it behind you.

You walked to the docks and sat in your dining-spot. The vision of the water moving slowly under the stars always eased your thoughts.

Yes, you consumed a bit of seawater but you didn't imagine what you saw. "Hey, uh, thank you for saving me." You spoke, feeling stupid and looking over your shoulders to be sure no one was near to listen to your nonsense.

"I... nearly drowned and if it wasn't you... I... Fuck!" You swore under your breath. The quietness of Walrey Coast at the dark night was comforting, silence was everything, it meant peace.

Holding your legs together and leaning your head on your knee, tears formed in your eyes. You missed Archie, you felt bad for making Hunter so worried, for destroying Hope's surfboard, the silence that engulfed you, and the thought of going crazy.

As tears drop reached the water, Kae got the courage to break out of the surface. He cursed himself so much earlier on, he should have reached you, if you haven't seen him you wouldn’t fall. So saving you was nothing less than his obligation.

And touching you... well, that's another story. He couldn't help himself, you were so soft, so grown and stunning. Watching you from afar was something, but perceiving you centimeters away was enchanting.

With your eyes closed, you moaned a song that you loved, and even that the music spoke about heartbreak and a lost lover... it was beautiful.

Stopping to hum while you cleaned your nose, you opened your eyes startled when the song kept resounding,

Widening your eyes you looked at the water and placed your hands on your mouth to avoid a scream to leave your mouth.

There he was, the same thing that saved you.

"Hm, hi-hi!" You gagged.

Kae looked down at his torso, he hated how the human guy held you in his arms early on. His chest was free of hard skin, freed of scales, his skin color was near yours... it wasn't pale as his.

"Maybe you don't speak my language, I, uh actually I'm sort of believing i'm dreaming. My name is Y/N."

The smile on your features was all he could see, the previous shriek apparently wasn't from his ugly self. But surprise, or so he hoped.

"I know," His stark tone of voice made you gasp, he spoke! He could speak, and your language! "Hi, little human."

🧜🏻‍♂️

#male monster x female reader #monster x reader #kae #merman x reader

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library-phantom · 4 years ago

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TUActober - Day 8: Reunion

One more day, one more prompt by @totallyevan. I can’t believe I’m still keeping up after 1 week!

Summary: Five helps Allison find someone from the 60′s to get some closure. Yes, Ray is amazing and I’ll protect him at all costs! And yes, I’m bitter for not seeing him meeting Five!

Warnings: none

(GIF isn’t mine)

Five tried his best to deny Allison’s request. It was too dangerous and they didn’t know how that would affect the timeline. But, he also knew his sister needed that to move on. Otherwise, she would probably blame herself on something that was never her fault. So, he focused on how to track that person and after a few days he finally told Allison he knew where they should go. The smile on her face was a way for Allison to hold back the tears, trying to hide that from Five. It didn’t work though, Five could sense how nervous she was.

“I don’t want to do this alone”, she said with a weak voice. Five knew she didn’t know how to ask him to go with her, but she didn’t have to ask.

“I’ll go with you.”

They went to a hospital in downtown and Allison let Five lead the way. They introduced themselves at the reception and got instructions on what floor they should go. All the time in the elevator, Five noticed how Allison was twisting her hands, trying to control how nervous she was.

“Don’t worry, everything will be ok”, he told her with a reassuring voice. She tried to force back a smile at him when the doors opened and they stepped into the floor. A large room with couches, books, tables with board games and a TV were in front of them and a few people were keeping themselves busy with those things.

That was when Allison saw him, sitting by the window with a book in his hands. When she got close enough to him, she could read the title: “From Earth to Moon” by Jules Verne.

“Of course you would be reading this”, she said holding back a chuckle. The man turned his head from the book to her, a huge smile showing on his face when he recognized her.

“Allison? It’s so good to see you!”

“Hello, Ray!”, she said with a trembling voice, finally letting the tears fall but still keeping a smile. He stood up slowly to hug her and she returned the gesture. Five took a few steps back to give them some privacy, unable to also hide the smile showing in his face.

“You look exactly the same as the last time I saw you”, he said when they broke the hug. Allison took a moment to study his face. He didn’t have the beard anymore and his face was marked by some wrinkles due to his age, but the kindness in his smile and the warmth in his eyes didn’t change.

“We got back from 1963 a few days ago. I asked my brother to help me find you and I couldn’t believe the coincidence when he told me you were so close to us here”, she explained.

“Yes, I moved from Dallas a few months after you left, some things happened in the following years after that and I ended up here. Let me just tell you, I had a great career as a professor and activist”, Ray said sitting down again while Allison pulled a chair to sit next to him. “But, I never got married again. I met some amazing women, but nobody that made me feel the same as with you.”

“I’m sorry, Ray. I wish we could have made it different and…”

“No, no, please don’t apologize.”, he stopped her, shaking his head and reaching for her hand. “Like I told you all those years ago, I wouldn’t change that one year for anything with somebody else. I lived my life and I was happy. I only hope you have a chance to do the same too.”

Allison felt the tears burning her eyes again and falling on her face, but Ray reached out to wipe them away.

“You and your siblings had to save the world back then and it was a noble mission. I could never blame you for any of that and I want you to always remember this, ok?”

“Ok…”, Allison said with a weak voice taking a deep breath to calm herself. Then, she saw Five who had tried to distance himself from them and gestured for him to come closer. “This is my brother Five, you didn’t have a chance to meet him before. He helped me find you here”

“Nice to meet you, Ray. I heard great things about you”, Five said offering his hand to Ray who accepted.

“Nice to meet you too. Uh, Five, right? Wow, you’re so young!”

“Actually, I’m much older than I look, but I already accepted that”, Five said with a chuckle.

“You both would get along so well!”, Allison said, making Ray laugh.

“Well, you’re both free to come visit me here anytime you want”, Ray said with another smile.

“We sure will, I would love that!”, Allison said smiling back at him. Five was so grateful to see his sister happy, it was in moments like this that he realized how he would always do anything to help his siblings.

#tuactober #tuactober 2020 #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #raymond chestnut #number five #the umbrella academy fanfic #myfic #my tuactober

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letspurpletogether · 5 years ago

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Out of the Void || BTS

↳ Summary: The one where the boys stumble upon that one fic and they all end up reading. (This is a crack fic inspired by @btssavedmylifeblr’s Void, because my own words are not enough to describe how an amazing story Void it is, and what a outstanding writer Bee is).

⇢ Warnings: BEWARE OF SPOILERS!! This things should be full of them so I suggest you to read all of Void before reading this just in case. Also, for those entitled rude anons: stop demanding updates from the fan fiction writers like they owe you shit, cause they don’t! And stop coming at them to complain about their publishing schedule. This is done for fun and for free, if you can’t be patient and respect their creative process then fuck off!

A/N: Also, I had so much fun writing this. I wanted to keep adding and adding stuff. However, since english is not my mother language i had some trouble describing the scenes the way I pictured them in my head. Therefore, I decided to leave it like this for now.

(TT-TT) Im sorry, Bee! I did try my best, I know it doesn’t do Void justice. But I still wanted to write it for you because Void is such an amazing story!

That’s it! Please,enjoy!

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[...]

He shouldn’t be doing this.

Hoseok checked over his shoulder again before turning back to the phone in his hands. It wasn’t like if someone were to come into his studio right now and catch him watching porn.

Hell, this was so much worse.

Especially considering how he was supposed to be working on the rap arrangement for the new song, and not checking out a piece of fan-fiction... If Namjoon were to catch him he was going to give him hell for days.

He had strictly advised the six of them against it several times, but to be honest Hoseok was to eager to find out what happened next to actually acknowledge the suggestion. Besides, he was he eldest of the two and it wasn’t like he had to listen to his band member. Joon was only the leader when the cameras were out. Inside their dorms he couldn’t even remember to wash the dishes when he was supposed to or take the clothes out of the dryer so they wouldn’t end up a crumble mess the next morning.

Also, it was all Jimin’s fault.

His dongsaeng had sent him the link without any explanation last week. It was a silly thing they did to each other trying to make the other cringe with whatever weird-ass story they could find, mostly on Twitter. It was all for the laughs but they had stopped doing it when Hoseok had accidentally send Seokjin a rather explicit piece that involved Jimin and Yoongi in a threesome with some kind of catgirl trying to get her pregnant. It was meant for the young boy, of course and that slip of hand had resulted in a hysteric Seokjin exposing them right in front of the others.

Hoseok has been so embarrassed after that he couldn’t even look at Yoongi in the face for a whole ass week. Even though his hyung had said it was fine. It didn’t help that Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t let the topic die either. Those rascals, he made sure to make them wore their asses off in the following dance practices.

But anyways, he and Jimin had agreed to stop.

So it was a surprise to receive a new link from him after a couple months. He’d ignored it at first, being too busy with practice and rehearsals to bother with checking it up. But yesterday while waiting for his appointment with the cupping therapist, he’d absentmindedly opened it and was actually surprised with what he’d found. Written in English, it was a space story... and they were astronauts!

At that moment he been too oblivious to care and read the warnings or summary on top of the post. For a moment of innocent wonder he actually got caught up in the first scene. He was a scientist in space, it couldn’t get any cooler than that! But of course, he had soon realized what type of story it was.

The problem was that it didn’t start right off with the porn part like most stories he’s found while browsing the darkest depths of the ARMY’s fandom. He’d read some weird shit himself, demons, half-animal people, male pregnancyㅡHell! even tentacles once. The kind of things his fans could come up with was exhilarating, and it blew his mind that the weirdest and kinkiest were for some reason the best well-written of allㅡ.

But this story was different.

It had a storyline, an actual estructure, inciting incident, clear stakes, the whole pack. Years listening to his father reviewing novels and short-stories had resulted in him developing an appetite for well-written stories. And even though the main character was that Y/N type their fans where so keen about, she wasn’t plain at all. She struggled, and that was nice to read. Besides, all that astronaut stuff sounded so legit that he almost consider the possibility of the author being an astronaut herself. He’d always been a fan of fantasy and sci-fi since he was child and his father brought him the entire collection of Jules Verne’s novels for his eleventh birthday. Stories about voyages to far and unknown places were his guilty pleasure, so of course he got hooked up with this piece faster than he’d ever with any other he’d read so far.

But he couldn’t finished the chapter that time because the masseur was already calling his name. The scrolling bar told him he wasn’t even half way through it, so he’d copied the link for later and went to the therapist office. So now there he was resuming his reading with renewed eagerness.

The main character had just arrived at a green house inside the ship. And there was Yoongi.

Hoseok huffed and raised an eyebrow when he realized this scene focused all on his elder. Wasn’t he supposed to be the main character here? Not that he complained, though. Yoongi’s fingers where indeed nice after all and wouldn’t blame the girl for obsess over them. But in most stories he’d read there was always a lead, and he assumed by the first scene it was going to be himself. Maybe this was a threesome?

He quickly scrolled back up to the story information, searching for the pairing section where he knew his questions would be answered. /OT7 x reader/

He flinched.

“All of us? What...?”. Did that mean everyone was a love interest? Or that the main character was supposed to screw all of them at once? How was that supposed to work if there was just one woman in the whole crew?

Oh wait...

The realization hit him. Of course, that was the whole plot. Seven guys and one girl, and they had to fight for her love? It was something like that for sure, wasn’t it? She would pick one of them and then they’d have sex. He kept reading—

«Your deepest darkest fantasies- the ones you always turned to on your most stressed and anxious nights - were the ones involving the entire crew. The idea of them finding out what a slut you were for them and passing you between them filled you with an embarrassing level of arousal. You would imagine them taking turns filling you until all your thoughts of loneliness and emptiness had been fucked out of you. And you would sleep like a baby.»

—or not...

He scratched his chin, a little confused now. Was this actually going to be gangbang? Or more importantly, was he actually going to read this till the end? He did like threesomes, not that he’d been in one... Yet. Their schedules hardly ever allowed them to properly date someone, and hooking up with a random stranger was way too risky with the level of fame they’d reached at this point. But the idea of threesomes was very appealing, although he’d never actually consider having a gangbang with all his members. However... he wasn’t going to cross off reading about one just yet.

Just as he was about to resume his reading, the door flew open and Jimin‘s face appeared. “Hyung!”

Hoseok jumped in his seat, his phone fell on his lap.

“Shit...!”, he took a deep breath and glared at his band member. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Jimin!”

A sly grin appeared on the youngest face.

“Why? What were you doing?”

Hoseok cleared his throat. Had he been discovered?

“Nothing”, he lied so poorly he wanted to smack himself on the face.

“You were totally reading it, weren’t you?”, Jimin chuckled. “Did you get to the video part already?”

“No, what video part?”

Jimin raised both palms.

“Sorry, not going to give you any spoilers”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Anyway... Why did you send it?” He asked, retrieving his phone and unlocking the screen again. “I thought we agreed on not doing that anymore”

“Yeah, but Taehyung send it to me”

“What?” Hoseok frowned, and turned around in his chair to face the boy. That was a surprise. “Why would he...?” He shook his head, sometimes Taehyung needn’t a reason to do the most random things.

Jimin simply shrugged.

“He also sent it to Jungkook and Namjoon-hyung”, Jimin ran his hand through his hair and giggled. “I think everyone is reading it now”

“Wait- What?!” Hoseok chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

“Haven’t you checked the group chat?”

“No, I was...” Hoseok pressed his tongue against his cheek. “-reading”.

“Huh”Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Is cool isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s ... interesting”, he conceded. Jimin let himself in and plopped down on the spare chair he kept in his studio in case he needed to work with the senior producers.

“Who do you think she’ll choose?”

“For what?”

“Come on, hyung.” Jimin snickered, “You know what I mean”

“Are you sure she is supposed to choose one of us?”

“What-? Obviously...”, Jimin shifted on the sofa, his face stared confused at Hoseok for a moment. But then he gasped, suddenly realizing what he mean. “Do you mean-? All of us?!”

“Why not?” Hoseok shrugged. “It’s just a story, anyways. You know some of our fans like kinky stuff and there’s nothing wrong with that”

“I mean! I know that! Its not-”. Jimin’s face turned a bright shade of red. “W-we shouldn’t be reading about that. What if they get... ideas!” He brought a hand to his forehead and looked back at him with a worried expression. Hoseok spluttered in a laugh, but it soon dwindled when he realized Jimin was actually serious about his concern.

“Jimin...”

“Goddamnit...!” Hoseok observed as his younger member stood up and facepalmed himself “I’m an idiot! I bet that was Taehyung’s plan all along”

“Taehyung’s plan was to have us... read fan-fiction?”

“About a gangbang!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“It’s just fan fiction, Jimin. Not a proposition”, he said, but Jimin wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

“The others can’t read that. I have to stop them”, and he was about to storm out the door, but Hoseok had to stop him.

“Hey, hey!”, he grabbed him by the elbow. “Now you’re just exaggerating”

“No, I’m not”, Hoseok couldn’t comprehend why Jimin was so scandalized. “We can’t have a gangbang, hyung!”

“No, no, no!”, he “First of all, no one is having a gangbang. Second of all, why does it bother you so much?”

“It doesn’t!”

“Really?”

“I just don’t want to be... I don’t want to share a partner with the six of you”

“Why, you’re worried she might like it too much and dump you?” Hoseok teased. However, upon seeing Jimin getting all self-conscious, the smile was erased from his face.

“Jimin, come on. You don’t really think that would happen”

“I don’t know, you are all good looking and mature, and more talented that-“

“Stop it. You are not less than us, stop beating yourself so much specially over a fictional situation. Do you forget who has the third largest fan base among us?”

“It because ARMY likes when I act all cute and pretty, and want to baby me like a child. I’m the cutie, the tiny one...”, his voiced turned into an almost whisper at the end. “I’m never the big... manly man...”

“Jimin...”

“What?”

“This isn’t about the story, is it?”

“No... yes- well, not this one...”, he paused, looking at his feet, bashfully. “It’s just the other stories...”

“What other stories?”, Hoseok asked, but Jimin just shrugged. “I don’t get it...”

“Ugh- hyung it’s nothing really”, he was quick to reply, standing up again. “You are right, I’m so over-reacting... it’s just a story”

“Okay...”, Hoseok leaned back in his chair and looked again at Jimin who was standing next to the door. Hands behind his back, like a child waiting to be scolded. “You sure that’s all?”

“Yep”, that extra ‘p’ sound at the end was enough evidence that he was lying. But he was also aware of Jimin’s uneasiness so it was probably better to let him off the hook for now.

“Well, then...”, Hoseok rubbed his neck. “I really should get back to work then”

Jimin gave him a short smile and left without saying another word. Hoseok turned around in his chair to face his computer and actually get some work before the day was over.

But maybe...ㅡHe glanced at his phone next to the mouseㅡ, just maybe... one more chapter wouldn’t hurt either.

[...]

It was past three am when he arrived back at the dorm. He usually wasn’t the one to stay overnight at the studio like Joonie and Yoongi-hyung. But time flew from his grasp like an oiled rope after he finished the first chapter and he had to stay late to finish his assignments. He didn’t want Pdogg-hyung to yell at him in their next briefing. However, the pull of the story was too strong for him to resist.

He had gone to sleep right away, and with the first light the next day he was already reaching for his cellphone and logging into the Tumblr account he had created just for this. He needed to know what happened next, story-Jimin had to be out of his mind to give the main character a video of him masturbating. It was a risky move, he wouldn’t think Jimin was capable of it in real life... Maybe Seokjin-hyung was shameless enough to pull that one out, and Taehyung...

“Yeah, probably Taehyung...”, he mused to himself as he propped himself down on his elbows.

“Probably Taehyung what?”, Jimin’s sleepy voice asked from his side of the room.

“Oh! Jiminie, did I wake you?”, Jimin shook his head and asked again what he meant by ‘probably Taehyung’. Hoseok sat on his bed and stretched his arms. “Nothing, it’s just this story...”

“Why do you keep reading it, hyung?”, Jimin groaned and covered his face with both palms in exhaustion. Hoseok simply chuckled, Jimin’s concerns where silly. Plus, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of a good story just because his roommate thought his best friend was trying to get them to have an orgy.

“We are not having a gangbang, just relax”

Jimin huffed but didn’t argue further.

A sudden nasal shriek shattered the morning’s quietness and reached their ears through the door. Hoseok almost jumped off his bed to Jimin’s, what on earth was that? It sounded like some kind of hysteric bird .

“First you send me that porn thing and then you wanna talk about gangbangs?! Gangbangs!!”

Okay, that hysteric bird sounded like Seokjin now. And by the volume of it, it was coming from the kitchen.

“It’s not like that, hyung! You don’t even listen!” And that was definitely Joon’s.

Hoseok exchanged confused glances with Jimin that soon turned into curious ones. As if on cue, both of them got up their beds and ran into the kitchen to check on their band members.

Namjoon was leaning on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand, the other scratching his forehead. Meanwhile Seokjin was beating some eggs in a plastic bowl, ranting about how much porn was acceptable in a household.

“It’s not porn! It’s basically literature!” Namjoon sounded as much fed up as he looked embarrassed. Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“It’s porn! And you are a pervert!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you could just read it-!”

“I have enough with the viruses that keep popping on the computer because of you shady search historial!” It was hilarious just listening to them arguing back and forth like and old married couple. But Hoseok was more curious about whether they were talking about what he though they were.

“Is this about the space story?”, he chimed in, resting his elbows on the marble island across Seokjin’s cooking station. Jimin climbed on a stool next to him.

“You too, now?”, Seokjin huffed, giving him and Jimin disgusted look. “Not that I’m surprised, considering your fascination with breeding cats”

“It was a cat-girl! And that was a mistake!” Hoseok’s ears suddenly burned. “But whatever...”

“Wait- So did you read it, or not?”, this time Namjoon was the one to speak.

“I am reading it, I’m on chapter two”, he replied and Jimin nodded along.

“Did you get to the video part right?”, Joon asked and before Hoseok had a chance to speak, Seokjin’s loud huff cut him off.

“Can I cook in peace without having to hear about how much you want a gangbang, pleaaaaase?”

“Com’on, hyung! I never said I wanted a gangbang!” Namjoon shot him a glare before turning back to Hoseok. His hands came to fondle with the fruit bowl in front of him. “What I was trying to explain to this hyung is that I do think it’s an interesting guessing exercise for figuring out the extends of human behaviour in such adverse conditions”

“But you said you wanted to do it!”

“No! I said to explore it as in talk about it! WITH WORDS!”, Namjoon glared at their hyung, as a faint blush covered his cheeks. It was clear that “If you could’ve just listened for a moment instead of acting like a scandalized prude!”

“Yeah, hyung. It’s just a story, you are over reacting”, said Jimin, taking Hoseok by surprise considering all he had to say about it last night.

“Well, forgive me for not wanting a gangbang!”

“No one’s having a gangbang, for God’s sake!”

“I wouldn’t mind”, a fifth voice joined the conversation out of the blue and all the heads turned in the direction of the hallway.

Yoongi-hyung was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and messy bed hair. A slight frown hardening his features. He’d most likely woken up because all of the noise.

Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“You too, Yoongi?”

“How long have you been standing there?”, Jimin asked. Yoongi shrugged off a yawn and walked over to grab an apple from the bowl Namjoon was holding.

“It’s hard to keep sleeping with this hyung nagging so loud this early in the morning”, he pointed to his eldest and bit on the fruit.

“You know what?!”, Seokjin scoffed, and put aside all his cooking implements. “Y’all can make your own breakfast! Seriously...”

And walked away.

“So noisy...”, Yoongi mumbled as he munched on his apple.

“You read it too, hyung?”, Namjoon asked. Yoongi turned to him, leaning on his elbows. Hoseok’s eyes betrayed him as they followed Yoongi’s movements and the way he arched his back, lifting his ass in the air so subtly.

“Since Tae shared it in the group chat I figured I should give it a try”, he shrugged seemingly desinterestedm, but Hoseok knew him better than that. Yoongi liked to pretende he didn’t care about stuff other that making music, but it was clear to him by the way he was behaving, that the older rapper had enjoyed the story a little bit too much. “It was good”.

“You’re only saying that because you are not the main character”, said Jimin.

“At least I’m not the character that gave the girl a video of me jerking off”

“First of all, she asked! and second, you messed up big time keeping that memory card, hyung!”

Yoongi sneered at the younger boy.

“I got her off, you didn’t”

“Wait, what are you-?”

Jimin’s face turned a bright red, his nosetrils flared. Namjoon just chocked a laugh, almost knocking off the fruit bowl. For a moment, Hoseok only stared in confussion at them. He couldn’t recall something like that happening in the story yet and he realized they were probably far ahead of him.

“Hey! Don’t give me any spoilers! I haven’t reached that part yet”.

But Yoongi and Jimin just ignored him, continuing their teasing banter.

“I don’t think she’ll forgive you. EVER!”

“She was thinking of me while fucking you”

“At least I got to- to... be with her!”

“You can’t even say fuck without blushing. Space-Jimin is lightyears ahead of you”, a smug grin appeared in Yoongi’s face, clearly pleased with his joke and Jimin’s fuming face.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you, hyung”, Namjoon said with a smirk. “I mean, last time I checked you couldn’t even look at Halsey in her training clothes without turning red as a beetroot”

“That’s-!”, Yoongi coughed, a bite of the apple going the wrong way. Suddenly matching Jimin with his red cheeks. “That’s different!”

“Neither one of you would ever dare to act like the way the author portraits you. Just admit it”, Namjoon snickered. “You don’t have what it takes”.

“Oh, and you do?”

“I’m just saying if the seven of us where trapped in a spaceship and there’s just one woman for miles and miles...”, He crossed his arms, chin raised proudly. “I’m guessing you’d be too shy to get her attention”.

“It’s not a competition, anyway. It’s a story and it has already been written”, argued Yoongi. “And I was her first choice”.

“Technically it was Hobi”, Jimin pointed out. “She was so ready to throw herself over him in that lab scene”.

“Well Hobi doesn’t count here because he did nothing”

“Excuse me?”, Hoseok scoffed. “Clearly I’m the best character, unlike others I’m actually being professional”.

“Yeah, right. Professional until Yoongi-hyung tells you he screwed the main character”, Taehyung popped up from behind him making Hoseok shriek in surprise, followed closely by a sleepy-faced Jungkook.

“You little-! You almost killed me!”, Taehyung only laughed, joining the his chuckling hyungs.

“And he didn’t screw anything- anyone!”, said Jimin.

“Well, his fingers did”.

“Stop talking!”, Hoseok shoved Taehyung aside and shook his head. “You’ve already spoiled the story for me enough as it is! At least let me finish the chapters before we talk about this”.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t talk about it before breakfast”, Namjoon scratched his chin. “Gguk, go tell Jin-hyung he can come back now”.

“Why, was he here?” asked Jungkook.

“He left because he didn’t what to have a gangbang”, Yoongi answered, almost offended, like he was telling Jungkook his hyung had turned down some fishing trip.

Jungkook’s eyes where suddendly wide open.

“What-?!”

“It’s the story, nevermind!”, Jimin waved a hand in the air in dismissal.

“Wait, so we can’t have a gangbang?”

“Are you serious right now, hyung?”, Jimin gave Yoongi the side eye. His hyung response was simply shrugging.

“I like to keep my options open”.

“Yeah, maybe one thing you shouldn’t keep open is your mouth”.

The group erupted in laughter at Jimin’s witty comeback. Yoongi raised the hand that held half an apple and pretended to throw it at Jimin’s head, only to join the laughter when the dancer fell from his chair by his motion.

Hoseok chuckled and shook his head.

What a way to start the day.

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#void #btssavedmylifeblr #space au #bts reaction #bts scenarios #jung hoseok #pov #bangtan smut #crack fic #bts crack #fic inside fic #fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bts reacts to fanfiction #yoongi #bts smut

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sketchesandcoolart · 4 years ago

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Old and New Friends (ROTTMNT Fanfic)

Chapter 4

“Ignoring what Leo just said,” April narrowed her eyes at the Red-eared Slider, who smiled sheepishly and apologetically. “I will continue.”

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Ever since that fateful day, young Casey and April became fast friends. During their time in Preschool, they find out that they actually live a few blocks down from each other. The two even found out that they share the same interests, such as Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies and sports.

“I can’t tell who is cooler: Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu?” Casey questioned one day. They were having trouble about which franchise they should choose.

“I think they’re both cool,” April stated. “Besides, does it really matter which is better?”

The Latin-American boy hums and rubs his chin in thought. After a while, he finally answered, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

When Preschool ended, they spend most of their summer at either April or Casey’s apartment. They were overjoyed when they found out that they were going to attend the same elementary school together and in the same homeroom as well.

“This is awesome!” The two kids laughed, happily. However, their first year of school had it’s ups and downs. For starters, Vernon “Vern” Fenwick, the same bully from Pre-k, is also in the same class as them, along with his friends. Although, April and Casey still managed to stand up to them whenever they try to do anything.

“Look, it’s Four-Eyes O’Neil!” Vern shouted, pointing at April. The children were now in third grade with the bullies laughing at her. She had gotten glasses a few days ago after an appointment with her eye doctor. They were red-colored with yellow lenses like the ones she wear in the present: the only difference is that they were squared at the time.

“Hey, I think they look cool!” Casey protested in her defense. They have always had each other’s backs, a fact that some of their peers actually found it amazing.

The two best friends are now 11 years-old and have just graduated from elementary school. They had plans to go over before they become sixth graders in East Wing Middle School. But... it was also the time when...

April burst into her apartment with tears in her eyes and ran straight to her bedroom. Her parents glanced at each other with worried expressions before walking over to check up on her. They opened the door to find the girl sobbing onto her pillow, her glasses resting on her head.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Mrs. O’Neil stroked her curly locks in order to calm her down.

“I-It’s Casey!” She said between tears. “H--H--He told me that he and his family are m-moving!!” Her parents then exchange guilty looks before looking back at their daughter.

“Honey... we were going to tell you this later, but... it seems that he wanted to tell you instead.” Mr. O’Neil explained.

“What?” She asked in confusion. They informed her that Mr. Jones was required to transfer to California at the last week of July because of his job. Therefore, it means that they have to leave New York behind. The next day, Casey and April decided to have as much fun as possible until then. But before they know it...

It was the day of the big move, The O’Neils were saying goodbye to the Jones family. “It’s not going to be the same without you, Casey,” April says, trying not to cry. She gives him a Lou Jitsu action figure as a going away present.

“Thanks April... and you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had,” The two hug with tears threatening to leave their eyes. They let go as Casey goes into the car and his father drives away along with the moving vans. April just watched until they were completely out of sight.

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“And that’s the story.” Sobs escaped from the mutants, surprising the bespectacled African-American teenager.

“That was the saddest story ever!” Sunita bawled out as she blows her nose. Even Donnie was touched by this heartwarming story.

“Well, it was a long time ago,” April looks down, sadly. Her phone buzzes and she looks at the screen and sighs. “My parents are almost home. Time for you guys to jet.”

After bidding their farewells, her friends leave through the front door of her apartment. She went back to her room with a tired look on her face, Mayhem following behind her.

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Meanwhile, a car and a couple of moving vans are approaching the apartment building that is next doors to April’s.

A Latin-American teenage boy came out of the car. He is wearing a orange beanie that is covering most of his shaggy hair and he has a slit on his right eyebrow. His outfit is a bright green long-sleeved shirt with the upper half having a lighter green hue. The jacket he has on matches his shirt with a red collar, pockets, and a skull breathing fire. He is wearing navy blue jeans and black and white sneakers on his feet. Finally, he has black fingerless gloves over his hands.

“Well... after five years, we’re finally back,” He sighs with a small grin.

*I’m really sorry for having everyone wait for two days. I said that I’d post this chapter the following day, but it took longer than expected. I hope this makes up for the wait.*

*I added Vernon Fenwick and portrayed him in my own twist. In the fanfic, he was Casey and April’s childhood bully.*

*Rise of TMNT and their characters belong to Nickelodeon. Casey’s design for the fanfic belongs to @chrompoised, who is a talented artist and was kind to allow me to borrow her design.*

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lia-jones · 4 years ago

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Growing Pains - Chapter Sixteen - Dummy

I finally managed to pull the zipper of my dress without tearing apart the lace on the bodice. I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if this was the perfect attire for dinner. Cryptical as he sometimes could be, I could never exact what Victor really meant most of the time. I sighed. The dress I had picked would have to do, a short rose lace A-line dress with an illusion neckline. Dark grey high heels to match it. Not too “date night”, not too professional either.

Judging from everything we had lived, and knowing the circumstances that we were in, I wasn’t inclined to believe this was more than friendship. Perhaps Victor just wanted someone to enjoy the city with him, and I was nearby. However, I could guess a much better company would be just a phone call away. It was confusing, like most things concerning Victor. Keep it simple, Andrea, stop reading into things. It’s dinner, I thought to myself. But my heart was thumping hard, no matter what I told myself.

I had no time to wonder or ponder anymore, as I looked at the clock and it was already 6:55 pm. I had five minutes to get to the lobby, fully aware that Victor would be moody if I was late. I got my things and opened the door to leave, only to find Victor in the hallway, hand raised, prepared to knock on my door.

“Hey.” I greeted him, slightly startled. “I was just going to the lobby to meet you.”

“No need. I just got ready.” Victor seemed to be in a good mood. “Let’s go.”

We got in the car and the driver took us through the city, pulling near the Eiffel Tower. Victor got out of the car immediately, and before I got the chance to, he opened the car door for me, offering his hand to help me out. Seeing me out of the car, Victor closed the door and motioned the driver to leave.

“Shall we?” Victor offered his arm for me to take, smiling.

I smiled and took his arm, as we walked towards the Eiffel Tower. As we got closer, I realized where we were going.

“Jules Verne?” I asked.

“Yes. One of the best views in Paris, and outstanding food. I trust you’ll like it.”

The restaurant was not as refined as I predicted, but it was still very elegant, and Victor was right, the view over Paris was magnificent. We were led to a table near the window, and I felt like I was floating over the city. The waiter came to take our order, and Victor took over, asking for the tasting menu, and for the waiter to bring the wine right away.

We sat in silence for a while, as I sipped my wine and enjoyed the view.

“God, look at the moon. It’s beautiful.” I said, looking through the window “The view is amazing.”

“Breathtaking.” I heard Victor’s soft voice. I turned to him and smiled, only to see that he was staring at me. Reading me. Like he needed to memorize every detail on my face. I faced him, slightly embarrassed.

“Thank you for bringing me here. Although I don’t think I deserve the reward, I barely worked at all.”

“This is not about work, and tonight I am not your boss. We will not discuss work today.” Victor leaned slightly forward on the table. “So, tell me about yourself.”

“What’s there to know? I’m pretty ordinary.”

“I’ve seen you disarm a man in less than 30 seconds. That’s not ordinary at all.”

“Krav Maga. Obviously, an overcompensation. It just came in handy this time.” I shrugged.

“Still, although incredibly stupid, it was impressive.” Victor looked me in the eyes, hiding his smile with his glass of wine. “What other hobbies do you have? Do you play other sports?”

“Just Krav Maga and some Yoga. How about you?”

“I run, whenever I can. I also enjoy swimming, horseback riding, golf. When the weather allows it, I go rock climbing.”

“None of those are team sports. You really enjoy your solitude.” I remarked.

“I deal with enough idiots at work. I like some time for myself.”

“Yet you are here with me. You could’ve easily ditched me at the hotel.” I teased.

“You’re not an idiot.” Victor suppressed a smile.

“Oh, do I sense a compliment?” I recalled our talk at the ball.

“Just because you sometimes act like an idiot, it doesn’t mean you’re one. Besides, last time I called you an idiot I was severely reprimanded. I tend to play safe, now.” He couldn’t hide his cocky smile now. I laughed.

“To be honest, I really wanted to keep you as far as I could back then.” I made a face.

“What about now?” Victor eyed me carefully.

“You’ve shown some other layers of you. I did too. Things changed.” I walked around the question, trying not to spill the beans.

“You didn’t answer my question. How do you feel about me now?” He pressed, an expectant look on his face. For someone usually so cryptic, he was really acting forward. I decided to through caution to the wind and be just as direct.

“In all honesty, I find you hard not to love.” I stated, looking him in the eyes.

Victor’s face dropped and his eyes widened. He seemed to freeze in time for a while, if not for all the emotions I could see running behind his eyes. I could almost hear the circuits in his brain buzzing, overwhelmed with thoughts my honesty brought to light. He snapped out of it when the waiter came with our first course, clearing his throat. The dishes were served and we sat for a moment, staring at our food, the proverbial fog setting on our table.

My chest tightened with his lack of reaction. But I also felt some kind of relief. At least I knew where I was standing. And it wasn’t like I professed my undying love for him, or did something reckless like steal a kiss. I looked at Victor, who was still clearly uncomfortable and at loss for words, and cut a piece of the aspic on my plate, tasting it.

“Good.” I hummed in pleasure. “I’m not really a fan of aspic, but this is really good.”

Victor welcomed the change of subject, as he relaxed slightly, his expression becoming his usual poker face one.

“Yes, but just wait until they bring the braised salmon. It’s one of my favorite dishes here.”

“Can’t wait.” I said, smiling, trying to play it cool. “So, besides sports, what other hobbies do you have?”

“I read, listen to music, mostly classical, I cook.”

“I remember you said your mother was a pianist. Do you also play?”

“She taught me, but then I went to boarding school and my father considered it a waste of time, so I stopped.”

“It’s a shame. You have pianist fingers. I had to work extra hard, because, as my piano teacher would put it, I do not have the hands for the keys.” I said, showing him my small hands.

“You play the piano?” Victor frowned in surprise.

“Yes, since I was six. I learned the piano for 13 years, actually.”

“Thirteen years learning the piano is a very long time. You must be really good at it. What are your favorite pieces?

“Vivaldi, all four seasons. Grieg’s In The Hall of The Mountain King.” I hummed a bit of the tune and Victor nodded, recognizing it.

“Interesting choice.” Victor stated, seemingly impressed.

“Yes, I auditioned for the conservatory with that one.” I agreed. “It’s technically demanding, but it’s also very easy to visualize while playing it, it has a very natural rhythm. I like pieces that allow me to make up a story in my head while I play.”

“Why did you choose Economics instead? It seems like you had a very promising career as a musician.” Victor frowned.

“Mostly because I was tired. And you must surely know, your mother being a pianist, the kind of injuries you get when you have to practice hard on a daily basis. I had back and shoulder pain, my fingers would easily cramp with the cold… It was taking a toll on my health. I got accepted in the Conservatory, but then I also got admission to college, so I chose Economics instead.”

“Do you still play?”

“Not since I came to Loveland. I couldn’t fit the piano in my suitcase.” I joked, earning me a chuckle from Victor.

The initial awkwardness from my honest outburst seemed to fade gradually as we engaged in conversation. Victor kept asking me questions about myself, seemingly wanting to know me better and I complied, replying and asking Victor his perspective on all the subjects he brought up. Victor was incredibly sharp and knowledgeable, and the world around us seemed to fade away, and with it, time itself. When we noticed, the restaurant was almost empty.

“Shall I call the driver or do you want to walk back to the hotel, take a stroll, maybe?” Victor proposed.

“Walking would be nice. I would love to take a last look at the city.” I answered.

We walked in silence for a moment. Victor seemed to be lost in his own thoughts until he spoke again.

“What you said in the restaurant…” Victor stopped and turned to me, touching my arm. I felt self-conscious all of a sudden, avoiding his touch.

“There’s no need to make things awkward, Victor. I get it, I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m a big girl. You are not forced to feel the same way.”

Victor closed the small gap between us, holding my upper arms. I was startled by the sudden proximity, and instinctively looked down.

“Look at me, Andrea.” His voice was soft yet demanding. I didn’t comply.

He leaned his forehead against mine, forcing me to face him, but even then I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. I squirmed again and he tensed his grip, as in to say I wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Look at me.” He pleaded again. “I need you to look at me. Look me in the eyes, Andrea.”

I finally mustered the courage to face him, afraid of what I would see. His expression was a calm, loving one.

“Did I ever say I didn’t feel the same way?” I didn't know what to say. “How can you not see it?” I heard his hoarse voice again.

And like it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft kiss at first, just enough to taste the wine in his breath and feel the softness of his lips. But it didn’t take very long for me to get totally addicted to his warmth. I pressed his body harder with mine, taking his face with my hand, wanting more of him, and suddenly the fire inside him became brighter. And hungrier.

It was like something broke, something that was helping him hold his emotions back, and he lost all self-control. He was all over me, deepening the kiss with unexpected passion, one hand clasping my curls in the back of my head, the other holding my waist for dear life. I was lost in his arms. Hopelessly open and vulnerable. Gone for good.

Victor broke the kiss panting, his eyes dark, his forehead touching mine. I achingly let go, and it took me a moment to regain my senses, only to find I couldn’t possibly utter a word. I was terrified that the faintest sound from me would break the spell, keep him away from me again, and now that I had a taste, I wanted this more than anything. Victor smiled softly, still holding me in his arms.

“Dummy.” He teased. “Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve like you do.” He softly stroked my cheek. “But I trust now I have successfully shown you my intentions.”

“You did.” I smiled back. “Now let me show you mine.”

And I kissed him again, reigniting his fire, and instantly melting with its magical warmth.

#Growing Pains - Series #growingpains #mlqc victor #victor x oc #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #mister love queens choice

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ariel-snow-tmnt · 4 years ago

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the new vigilantes

chapter 3

The next morning, Ariel woke up at eight o’clock sharp just like April said. She got up and went to the kitchen. She made a nice cup of hot chocolate for herself and a cup of coffee for April. When April came into the kitchen, she smiled at the cup of coffee ready for her. Ariel was a sweetheart even with what happened to her 11 years ago. They both ate breakfast in a comfortable silence. April decided to break the silence.

April: “Hey girl. What are you planning on doing today?”

Ariel: “you know probably going to trained with my sensei. Why are you asking?”

April: “I just want to make sure you’ll be alright. I don’t want you to be lonely.”

Ariel: “Oh… don’t worry for me. I got my sensei and my friends. Ill be fine, besides I got you that I can bug all day.” She smiles with a giggle, then she got up and put her plate in the sink and went to get dress. When she returns to the April to thanks her before she left to go to her sensei for training. April always wonder why she would carry a big bag with her but never question her on that. She knew that Ariel didn’t have much. Once she got to the dojo, she was greeted by her sensei.

Yoshi: “Hello Ariel. I thought I told you that there was no training today.”

Ariel: “Hello sensei. I know but I got nothing else to do and my friends are all busy.”

Yoshi: “I see, but I cannot let you trained all day. It is not healthy for you. But I heard that there is a convention in town and it is related to Japanese culture. You should go and have fun.”

Ariel: “oh…sure. Can I leave my bag here with you? Ill come and get it later.” He nods and handed her a pass to the convention as he knew that she couldn’t say no. She took it with a smile and thanks him before leaving and grabbing the nearest subway train to down town. Once she reaches the convention, she was amazed buy what she saw. She knew that her friends and her sensei gave her some money for her to get somethings and in case there is an emergency. She spends the entire day there. She bought a few things like a little bonsai tree. When she was in the subway on the way back to her sensei dojo. She told him everything she sawed and showed him what she bought including her little bonsai tree that had some beautiful red and green leaves. She told him good night then left with her bag. She had a weird feeling that she was being followed but brush off that feeling. It was probably just someone going in the same direction. She knew that only creeps that would arrases someone on the street. A hand landed on her shoulder and she turned around ready to fight off who ever touched her, but to her surprise, she was greeted by officer Jones.

Ariel: “Jesus Casey! I could have seriously hurt you. Why didn’t you just call my name?”

Casey: “Sorry snow. But you need to come with me.” He pointed to his car before adding. “We need to talk about something.”

All Ariel could do was nod and followed him to the car. Once she got in that she knew that he had found something about her parents’ murder. He mostly hangs with her if she called him but besides that he keeps his distance to keep her safe.

Ariel: “Casey does it have something to do with my parents?” She asks as her voice started to tremble a little. Casey was the officers responsible about Ariel parents.

Casey: “we found out that they were murder by the shredder.” He looks down and sighs. “I’m sorry Ariel but…we be believed that you may be in danger.”

Ariel felt tears in her eyes. She knew that her parents loved her and would never abandon her without a reason. Now that she knew that the Shredder was responsible, she had a better reason to fight them.

Ariel: “Thanks for telling me…” Casey stared the car and started to drive off.

Casey: “that’s not all. I’m taking you to some of my friends to make sure you will be safe. I know you know ninjitsu but April and I think its best if you go stay with them for a few days even their sensei agreed with us on this mater.”

Ariel: “Wait… you know April? And you never told me?” she seams confused about all that why didn’t he just took her to her sensei and why going to another sensei anyway but remained silent for the rest of the ride. Casey pull the car to a stop in a dark ally way and got out. Ariel opened the door and got out. She could easily see 4 figures standing in the shadows.

Ariel: “if their supposed to be ninjas they’re not doing a good job of being unseen.” April giggle and move forward to greeted them with a smile.

April: “I know that you master ninjitsu but if the Shredder finds you. You won’t be able to fight him alone or with your friends without putting them in danger.”

A voice from the shadows spoke.

Leo: “we were not trying to be invisible we let you be able to see us.” Ariel raised an eyebrow in their direction. She didn’t believe that for one bit.

Donnie: “the foot clan can track anyone down. No matter where they are.”

Raph: “yeah. and with y’a hair color of yours it made it easy for them to find y’a.”

Ariel: “and what if I don’t want to stay with you? I could had gone to my own sensei.” She looks directly at the figure that had katanas but one with a playful body language came up next to him.

Mikey: “true but we took down the Shredder once and that huge thing in the sky a few months ago. Not to brag or anything but yeah we did that.” He started to flex when one of them wacked him in the head. She sighs as she looks down then look back at Casey.

Ariel: “I don’t have a choice, do I?” he shook his head with a smile.

Casey: “don’t worry their just teenagers like you beside their fun when you get use to them.” Ariel looked back in their direction.

Ariel: “they don’t look like teenagers.”

Raph: “well sorry to disappoint y’a but we are.”

Leo: “I think its time to go back to the lair. Mikey you know the drill.” With that one of them approached her and put a pillow case over her head before she could even process what she saw.

When they arrive at the lair, they were greeted by Splinter. The smell wasn’t that bad for being in the sewers. Mikey gently put me back on my feet. He was talking the entire was, witch she found amusing. She felt that he only had three fingers on each hand. She felt his skin was kind of rough and was that scaly?

Splinter: “I apologies for the pillow case on your head but we need to keep this place a secret.” He nodded towards his youngest son to remove the casing over her head. She heard him whisper to her.

Mikey: “please don’t freak out…” he trailed off and she wonder why he had asked her that. He slowly removed the casing. Ariel took sometime to adjust to the lighting. Then she understood why he asked her that. In front of her stood four giants mutant turtles and a giant mutated rat. He looked wise and caring. The she notices Mikey, that was the smallest, was kind of scared but you didn’t know why.

Ariel: “now that’s explain your size, and that Vern didn’t do shit when it came to the shredder.” Mikey with orange slowly approached her.

Mikey: “you’re not freaked out about us??” Ariel just shuck her head. Mikey expression completely change. He was going to say something when the one in blue stopped him. He looked like the oldest and the leader of them.

Leo: “my name is Leonardo and you must have guest that he is Mikey.”

Mikey: “it’s short for Michelangelo.” He said with the biggest smile.

Splinter: “my name is Splinter but you can call me sensei if you want.” He then turns to his son and nod to them before going to what she presumed to be his room. Then the one in red came up to her and at that moment she knew that she was going to leave him alone.

Raph: “names Raphael but call me Raph.” He then left to go to his room probably. The one with the glasses was kind of cute. He was tall and wasn’t as muscular then his brothers but he was defiantly the smartest one.

Don: “I’m Donatello but you can call me Donnie or Don just don’t call me D please.” As he looked at her she saw how beautiful his eyes were. They were golden brown, something that she never saw before. Leo propose to give her a tour and Mikey was the one that eagerly showed me around. When we passed the gym, she saw how much Raph could lift. But she didn’t look long before she dragged away by Mikey. He finished the tour by showing her Donnie’s lab. He pushed her into the lab gently. She looked back at him confused.

Ariel: “you’re not coming in?”

Mikey: “I’m not allowed in their since I ended breaking things.” He then motions to her to look around. She saw Donnie at kind of computer. She approached him and she noticed that he had saw her on one of his monitors.

Don: “you like the tour?” he didn’t even turn around to speak to her as she stood next to him. She was focus on something on the screen.

Ariel: “are those the city’s camera system? How did you even get access to them?” Donnie was amused by her curiosity.

Don: “I hacked into the system years ago and I’m also the one that made most of the gadgets and the heating system. No one tough me that I just learned on my own.” He was bragging to her but she didn’t mind. He showed her to the spare room they had prepared for her. Her bag was already there along with Leonardo. He smiled at her as he lifted her new little tree.

Leo: “I have never seen one this color before.”

Ariel: “I got it at the Japanese convention down town. I always wanted one so now I have one. Their hard to find around here.” She went to her bag as she heard small chirping sounds. She turned around and saw Donnie leave. Leo turned around and looked at her and knew she was going to ask the question.

Leo: “it’s turtle language.” Ariel just nod before she gabbed something in her bag.

Leo: “if you need anything, I’ll be right across the hall. I know this is new but you’ll get use to it.” She looked at him with a small hint of sadness.

Ariel: “I know, I’m just not used to being with a lot of people when I seep somewhere. I had problems in the past with others.” She looked down.

Leo: “you won’t have to worry about anything. No one with hurt or try anything on you. We may be turtles but we now better then to do such a thing.” He walks to the door before adding. “you are welcome to join us tomorrow morning for training. Good night Ariel.” He closes the door and left. What he told her made her feel safer. She took out all of her weapons and put them all up on the wall as they knew that she would bring them with her. She changed into her pyjamas and took out her favorite plushy. She really like plushies. It comforted her and made her happy. She climbed into the bed and laid down. It really was a comfortable bed. She felt asleep instantly. A few hours later, Donnie was going to bed but before he went to check on Ariel. He opened the door of her room and saw her sound asleep with her plushie. It was a purple bunny with very long ears. He smiles and close the door again then went to bed.

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thewildwaffle · 5 years ago

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Abduction - Chapter 22

I need to write at the library more often. It’s a good place. I just- can I say that public libraries are just so dang great!

As always, any feedback is always very appreciated. You have no idea how appreciated! Thanks for all the support so far!

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“They said what?!” Demanded Kylee. Thurrin suspected that she wasn’t really looking for an answer as she paced up and down the stall in the repair bay. Nevertheless, Ricardo reviewed the gist of the meetings that he and Thurrin had just been through anyway.

Most of it sounded like a bunch of diplomatic nonsense. It was an amazement and a wonder to Thurrin that humans got anything done with all the “red tape” as Ricardo put it- that their leaders had to go through. It didn’t help either that Earth apparently has hundreds of governments. Granted, the Galactic Confederation usually dealt directly with the United-Earth Space Embassy, or USE (humans love their acronyms), but when the news reached Earth that two of their own had been abducted, the entire planet went into an uproar.

“They said,” Ricardo continued, “that until they know more about the situation, no one is to do anything. They don’t want a galactic incident to happen because they didn’t have the full story.” The explanation didn’t help Kylee’s mood. “So they’re just going to sit on their fat butts and not do anything then?!” Thurrin flinched at the outburst. She had never seen a human get so angry. She flickered with yellow and she felt a few sparks fly off her fur. She had seen Mike and Wenona bare their teeth before, but that was with them smiling. This… the furious expression Kylee had now was something completely different and it scared her.

“It’s not just the Embassy, it’s all of Earth,” Ricardo went on, trying to keep his voice level and calm. Thurrin wondered if he was doing it so Kylee would mirror his behavior. If so, it wasn’t working. “Everyone’s worried about the alliance with the Galactic Confederation, some want to keep it, others agree with what Mike said, that it was made too quickly and with too little information about our options. Oh, and those extremists are back at it again with the isolationism rallies. And then, different governments have a lot of business deals within the alliance or others want ties outside of it and see this as a chance to break from the GC,” Ricardo sighed and started massaging his forehead. “Honestly, it’s a hot political mess right now.”

Kylee kicked at a crate that peeked out from under the workbench. It was empty and her kick sent it rolling under the tables and into another crew’s repair station. It was stopped by a Spotted Helzu. They held it out to try to return it, but no one took it, so they sat it down and continued listening to the conversation. There seemed to be quite a crowd listening in actually, Thurrin noticed. It made sense. This was pretty big news.

The Galactic Confederation’s alliance with Earth was only a few standard solar cycles old, but it had led to a lot of changes - a lot of good changes and improvements throughout the Confederation. Between trade with Earth for various goods and supplies as well as having been granted mining permissions in their solar system’s meteor belt, there’d been a huge economic boom. Humans had also become an integral part of Galactic Confederation crews, science and engineering teams, and had been integral components to various rescue and relief efforts in emergency situations. To lose them now would be like losing an arm when they had just started getting used to that arm.

The conversation went on. "So basically, what you're saying is that those two are going to be left to the Burnti?"

Ricardo tilted his head from side to side. "I… I'd like to think no, but…"

Thurrin looked between the two of them sadly. The group around them was silent, with a few murmurs on the edges. Her ears picked up bits of hushed questions - they seemed to wonder if humans would really leave their own behind.

Kylee must have picked up on the questions too and she wasn't having it. "If they won't do their job, then we will." She grabbed her tools off the workbench and a knapsack of sorts from underneath. She unzippered the bag and started shoving in whatever could be useful.

“Um, what?” Ricardo slowly got to his feet. The murmurs and whispers of the surrounding groups intensified.

“You heard me.” She swung the bag onto her back and started walking towards the exit. “We’re going to rescue them.”

Thurrin’s fur flickered with apprehension, but also a bit of excitement. Was she serious? Could they do that? Could they actually do that? Oh, if they tried, they could- and probably would get in so much trouble! But if it was possible, it was worth it, right? Of course, it was!

“I’m coming too!” Her voice seemed higher than normal in her excitement. Tiny flames were rising off her fur everywhere now. She hadn’t felt this pumped since she’d first found out she’d been accepted to the Gladius crew.

Both humans and many of the surrounding group looked at her. Before anyone could object, she fluffed her fur into the most distinguished shape she could manage on the spot. “Mike and Wenona are my best friends. I’m coming too and nothing you say or do is going to stop me.”

No one spoke. They just looked at the two standing humans, waiting for their response. Kylee nodded.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Thurrim.” “Thurrin,” Ricardo corrected.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” She tilted her head as she turned around and started for the exit to the bay. “Let’s go. We’re gonna need help if we’re gonna pull this off.”

It took some gathering. And some figuring. And some sneaking. A lot of sneaking. What they were going to do was likely going to end up getting them all dishonorably discharged- at best. That was if this whole ordeal didn’t get them all killed or captured.

Kylee and Ricardo had reached out for help from the rest of the humans from the Maywing, and a few others they trusted to keep shut about what they were going to do. They’d gathered supplies, found transport, and were supposedly now, working on making sure they could get said shuttle and supplies off of the Rock Base and warp jump away in the right direction before anyone could stop them.

Them. The humans and herself.

Thurrin’s fur flickered and sparked without stop. What was she thinking? This was a bad idea, this was a bad idea! This was against orders from way, WAY above her. She could die, she could get captured, she could start a galactic incident. She could die! This could end in so many terrible ways. She fretted and paced just outside the small shuttle they were going to be… taking.

Oh by all things bright and shining! What was she doing? All the work to get where she was now, her time in the academy, late nights studying and reviewing protocols, her acceptance into the Confederation Fleet, the work she’d put into her position - was she really going to risk it all? It was madness! What was she thinking?!

But the idea of not acting felt so wrong. Mike and Wenona deserved more than to be abandoned by the Galactic Confederation. She understood their reasoning, or at least, part of her did. This whole situation was like walking on fine Karchreer glass. But another part, the louder part of her was indignant and honestly outraged that the Confederation would leave two humans - two beings who are part of the race they had just made quite possibly one of the most important alliances of the century with - in the clutches of their enemies. And what’s more, Earth seemed to be okay with it, or at least the pushback against the decision wasn’t strong enough to overthrow it. Humans were supposed to be such great pack-bonders. She’d heard so many stories of humans never leaving others behind. She was so confused. Why would that suddenly change at their governmental level? They were still humans. How could this happen?

“Hey Thurrin,” Human Vern came around the corner and nearly startled the fur off of her, “I just heard from the rest of the team. We’re about ready to go. We, uh, we need to get going before someone notices. Kylee and Ricardo drew straws, Ricardo’s staying behind to help cover as long as he can. So it’s just going to be the three of us.”

Thurrin nodded and smiled. At least humans at an individual level were what humans were supposed to be. Whatever hell they were all about to get themselves into, she felt a little better knowing she was doing it with them and for the right reasons.

Looking to make sure no one was looking, she followed Human Vern around to the shuttle's entrance. There was a camera that hung high on the wall a few docking stalls down, but they wouldn't be front and center on the security screens. It was one of the reasons this particular shuttle had been chosen. Besides, by the time anyone noticed what they were up to from there, everyone else would have figured it out when they started an unscheduled launch. Even then, the others were going to help by stalling any resistance for as long as was needed to get away. Again Thurrin's fur flickered as she fought to keep her nerve.

The coast seemed clear. Human Vern had already snuck aboard to start take-off sequences. By the time Thurrin and Kylee snuck aboard - they were trying to stagger their entrances to help avoid detection - they should be ready to take off immediately. Thurrin took a deep breath and started up the ramp.

“Hey! Guys, wait up!”

Oh frewan. They were caught. That’s it. That’s it! It’s all over. They hadn’t even gotten the engines started and they’ve already failed.

But when Thurrin turned around, it wasn’t a security officer coming towards them, but Booka Vern, running at them on all fours.

“Vern, keep it down!” Kylee hissed.

Vern’s ears dropped back apologetically as he approached a little slower, rising up to his hind legs. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t just blow your cover.”

“No, it’s fine,” Kylee waved her hand dismissively. “As far as anyone cares, we’re over here making repairs or whatever. The trick is, you gotta look like you’re where you should be, doing what you should be doing. You fake that confidently enough, no one’s going to question it.”

Thurrin came back down the ramp. Her heart was still trying to slow down to a normal rate. She probably should just get on the shuttle. She really should, she kept telling herself. But what if they failed and this was the last time she’d ever see another Booka. Or what if they succeeded and this was the last time another Booka would see her without her having been dishonorably discharged from the Galactic Confederation Fleet? What if this was the last time she’d be on equal standing with someone in her society? The last fleeting moment to spend time with someone that she kind of… well, it didn’t matter, did it? She wasn’t going to have a chance with him after she fell into disgrace after all this. Or died.

“We’re about ready to go save those humans from the Gladius crew, right?” Vern pulled off the small pack strapped around his shoulders. “I’ve got a few things that will definitely come in handy!”

“Vern,” Kylee started, but the large Booka had already opened his pack to show the two of them what he’d brought.

“I figured they’re probably expecting us to do something, so I’ve got some signal dampeners for the shuttle, a few mobile ones for scrambling our comm lines, and a few that I fitted with a tiny emp generator. It’s one of my old designs I pulled out and finished just for the occasion. It works by sending out a tiny burst-”

“Vern, I’m sorry,” Kylee interrupted, “I’m really sorry, but you can’t come. We discussed this with the rest of the group.”

Thurrin felt her stomach drop at the look Vern gave them.

Kylee sighed. She rubbed her eyes and looked around again to make sure they were still not attracting any attention. “The more people we take with us, the less likely we’ll A- get out of here, and B- get in and out of Burnti space safely and C- less people getting in trouble for having ignored the GC and USE’s decision. Plus we need the extra room on the way back for Mike and Wenona. The shuttle’s not very big.”

“But Human Vern’s going!” Booka Vern protested in a strained whisper.

“Human Vern has experience as a pilot. I’m going as the tech person.” “You’re a mechanic. I’m the tech person!” Vern slipped the signal dampeners back into his bag.

“Vern, I know what I’m doing. Besides, can you fight off the soldiers and guards - if it came to a physical fight?” “I…” Vern paused. Thurrin sighed inwardly. She’d kind of hoped Vern could come too. But Kylee had a point. It was crucial to keep their crew as small as possible and make sure everyone coming could each take on several jobs. Generalization of multiple skills was more important than specialization of one skill for this particular mission. And fighting was likely going to be one of the very important skills needed. Humans were very good at what they call “wearing multiple hats.” Kylee was also going to be much more helpful in a fight than the now very dejected Booka.

Vern looked up and over to Thurrin. A few flickers rose from his fur. “And what about you?”

“Thurrin’s from the Gladius crew,” Kylee explained, “she’s friends with Mike and Wenona.”

“I’m a navigation and docking specialist on the Gladius bridge,” Thurrin sheepishly explained. No, wait. She shook her head slightly. What was she doing? She shouldn’t feel bad about going just because Vern has to stay behind. That was part of the plan! These were her humans they were rescuing! She tried to stand a little straighter as she readjusted the pack she was carrying. No matter how cute or sad or upset Vern looked, she wasn’t going anywhere! Or well, she was going somewhere. She was going to Burnti-controlled space.

“Listen Vern,” Kylee put her hand on his shoulder, “we all really want you to come, and we wish you could, but the smaller the crew on this mission, the more likely chance we have of succeeding, the less we have getting in serious trouble, and the safer we can return back to Rock Base.”

Vern’s fur had been growing more and more dark. It was almost red. After a tense moment of silence, it started lightening up into a rich orange. He picked up his pack and made sure all the pockets were closed and handed it over to Kylee. “Here then. You’ll still be needing these, after all. There’s more than just the signal dampeners in there too. A few standard-issue tools. And some non-standard issue ones that I modified. Top pocket on the left has a hand-held AV splicer, good for hacking into security feeds and whatnot. Uhh… Make sure I get that back in one piece though, I kind of… uh, borrowed it from Taygie.”

Kylee smiled and bent down to kiss Vern between his ears. “Will do, Vern.” She looped the bag over her right shoulder and nodded to Thurrin to head back up the ramp. “Ricardo and the others are going to buy us time, think you could lend them a paw?”

“Ah, consider yourselves gone.” Vern turned and started back the way he had come before he paused and looked back. “Good luck.”

The shuttle made a low humming sound. It was time to go. Thurrin scampered up the ramp. Kylee followed behind, trying to walk slowly to be inconspicuous. Human Vern was at the control, scanning all the readouts as they came up. He turned to look at Thurrin briefly as she came up behind him. “Good, you’re here. I’m going to be starting up the engines as soon as we close the door. Can you handle the atmospheric differentiator and anything that comes up on that panel over there?”

Thurrin nodded and jumped up into the seat next to Human Vern.

“Ready to go!” Kylee sat down in one of the seats behind them and strapped herself in.

Thurrin flashed a smile at her before going back to work. The shuttle was much, much smaller than the Gladius, so the atmospheric alterations were minimal. It would be more of a pressing issue when they reached the Arun Bloom where her friends were being held. She wasn’t quite so nervous anymore, she noted to herself. Here at the controls, she was in her element, at work. This was happening, this was really happening! They were really going to do this!

“And just where do you miscreants think you’re going?”

Thurrin’s whole body froze. Except for her stomach. That felt like it had fallen through the floor. She wasn’t the only one. Neither of the humans moved. After what felt like partecs, Vern turned around to see who had found them out. Thurrin followed suit.

“Demfar?”

“Thurrin.” The medic nodded to the shocked Booka, and then again to the two humans. “Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you. More humans! I do love meeting new humans. You know, since we’ve been here, I’ve really been able to advance my own studies on-”

“Demfar, what are you doing here?” Thurrin interrupted. Her poor heart was really getting some cardio today. She fluffed her fur up to try to look more soft and innocent. She hoped that that, combined with Demfar’s love of humans, would be enough to get Demfar to let them go and maybe not snitch on them.

“Oh, yes, sorry. I’m here on orders.” Thurrin tilted her head, waiting for more explanation.

“You’re going to rescue Humans Mike and Wenona, correct? That is your plan?” was all the further explanation Demfar gave.

Thurrin, Vern and Kylee exchanged glances. “How do you know?” Kylee questioned.

“Whose orders?” Thurrin asked almost in unison with Kylee’s inquiry.

Demfar looked between the two of them, “Um, well to answer both of you, Captain Salora.” He shifted his weight. Thurrin finally noticed that Demfar was carrying several large bags in his tentacles. Each one had medical symbols on the front of them. He turned to look directly at Thurrin.

“The Captain told me you’d probably try something foolish like this. She said that, and I quote her words here not mine, ‘if those foolhardy glug-heads are going to do what I think they’re going to do, they’re going to need a medic.’” He shifted his weight as he settled the bags on the ground next to him. “So here I am. Where shall I put this stuff? I assume we’re leaving now. The quicker the better, really.”

“Demfar,” Kylee got his attention, “I’m sorry, we- I just went through this with Booka Vern from my crew, but we don’t have room. We need the extra space for bringing back Mike and Wenona. Besides, this is going to be dangerous. You could get hurt.”

“Precisely why I’m here. You all could get hurt. You all could get seriously hurt, and if that happens, you’re going to be needing me and my supplies here. Unless of course, any of you have any medical training? No Thurrin, put your paw down. Helping to bandage cuts doesn’t count. No? Either of you two?” Both Human Vern and Kylee looked down and shook their heads. “Exactly. So I suggest we all become quick friends now because we are going to be quite cozy on our way back. Speaking of which, I do believe we really should get going.”

The three of them looked at each other again. Demfar was right. They would likely need a medic. The shuttle came stocked with a first aid kit, and that’s about as far as medical care had been planned. The fact that Captain Salora had sent him - well, actually the fact that Captain Salora knew about what they were up to and was not only allowing it, but actively helping them was a huge comfort to Thurrin’s warring conscious.

Thurrin pointed at the bins along the wall behind her chair, “You can stow your bags in there if they’ll fit.”

As Demfar loaded up the supplies, Vern turned back to the controls and started entering the final commands. The ramp retracted. The doors shut and sealed. Thurring checked the atmosphere in the shuttle’s cabin and systems - all seemed normal. Vern pulled on the steering levers and the shuttle rose off it’s docking mount. The first set of gates to the airlock were already opening up for them. Ricardo and the rest of the team seemed to be on top of things.

“Well,” he sighed before he pushed the levers forward, moving the shuttle quickly toward the exit, “No going back now. Mike and Wenona, here we come!”

Next Chapter

#abduction #humans are awesome #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #original writing #humans #aliens #space #thurrin #mike #wenona #gladius #booka #vern

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askdawnandvern · 6 years ago

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Save Bellwether on Twitter

(In the interest of getting this the best optics possible, I will be forgoing answering asks this week to keep this at the top of the page for the entire week. We will return to your regularly scheduled Dawn And Vern content next tuesday!)

For those of you who have read my story on Fanfiction.net, or follow my AskDawnAndVern blog, you may be somewhat familiar with this idea I proposed a few months back, and referenced it in the journal on my FA entitled 'The end of a road; and looking ahead.' But since I didn't post it everywhere, I suppose I should fill you in with a sort of...short version. At least to give you an idea as to why I guess I care at all about the Dawn Bellwether character, and why I started writing for her in the first place.

I was kinda dubious about Zoot when it was coming out. Both with Disney's storytelling track record with big budget films around the time, or because I preferred 2-D animation because I'm apparently a huge snob. Whatever the case, as it got closer to release I started to get more drawn into it, but Dawn sealed the deal for me. Her design was cute, and her support character roll was endearing. About a month before the film came out, leaks of the children's book revealed Dawn to be the big bad twist villain which left me kind of heartbroken. I was miffed that once again we had a ‘person you least expected' type villain, which at this point is totally cliche, but I was also upset because she was the character I liked the most, and now I knew she was set as the primary antagonist. And while I still enjoyed the film when it came out, Dawn's characterization up until the villain reveal made it that much worse. Honestly, I would have probably been better off if they gave less of a visible motivation for Dawn's actions in terms of her relationship with Lionheart. Had she simply been completely evil for the sake of it, like most Disney villains, I could have just written her off and latched on to a character like Sharla or something. But if that had been the case, I guess we wouldn't be here.

That's basically what ended up getting me to write my fic about Dawn getting back on the straight and narrow, and well...that's how we got here. And while I'm pretty happy with my little established AU, I can't help but feel slightly nervous about Zootopia 2. With the movie doing well enough to get a sequel I should be excited. But Disney's track record when it comes to storytelling, especially when it comes to sequels, always seems to decline with each installment. Characters are kept the same for familiarity's sake, and a familiar face with an ax to grind is an easy route to take for the plot of a would-be sequel. In fact, we've seen it many times in Disney's back catalog of films, and that has me all the more worried Dawn is just going to pop back up in Z2 as a lazy, revenge plot villain. And so that sort of re-stoked those fires about Dawn's future in cannon Zoot, and if there was anything I could try to do in regards to it.

And thus I came up with this hashtag. #SaveBellwether. In my initial announcements I mentioned we were going to be workshopping many of the elements, but that is the hashtag that stuck. What is the purpose? Well to simply show Byron Howard, as well as the rest of the folks that may be working on Z2 as well as other Zoot fans that there is a surprising amount of fans who want to see a better Bellwether in Z2. Even in as much as a blink and you'll miss it moment. If not for anything else then to avoid a lazy retread of the same tired old 'revenge ploy' plot that may or may not be in the works.

'My initial part in the plan is very simple. I'm simply going to tweet Byron Howard a string of tweets. Professional and as short as I could make them. That simply touches on the idea and expresses the sentiment among us Bellwether Fans as clearly as possible. In the interest of transparency, I will share the intended tweets here.

Dear @ByronPHoward, I, like a surprising number of Zoot fans, really loved the Bellwether character, and were kinda crushed when she turned out to be the villain.

With a sequel probably soon to be underway, I just wanted to ask if you had any plans of bringing her back as anything other than a 'revenge villain', perhaps working to reform.

I know I'm not the only one who'd like to see her character make a turnaround. After all, if Gideon could change, she certainly could. And I think it would make for a more compelling story element.

I would just hate to see a Zootopia 2 where she comes back as an antagonist because it's easy, and see the Zoot series go down the same route of almost every other franchise out there.

On Behalf of the Bellwether fans, I thank you for listening. I hope you'll consider redeeming her. If not, hey I tried. There's always Fanfiction after all. #SaveBellwether #Zootopia #ZootopiaFans #AssistantMayorBellwether'

I will also append one of my Bellwether drawings to the post, which is the lead-in for those of you interested in supporting the idea as well as the tag. Once the tweets are up, I'd like those of you who share my sentiments to join the conversation, sharing your own opinions and art of Dawn along with mine to show Zootopia's creators and fans just how many of us there are. Whether that be just a statement, art, a cosplay, stories, or whatever, just sharing shows that there is support for this idea as well as a great deal of care about Zootopia 2's possible plot quality. And perhaps the great show of love for Dawn will persuade them to make Dawn less evil in future Zoot projects. Obviously, we don't want to badger anyone or make it seem like we are brigading them, but I think a support hashtag might let them see that there is something to the idea.

I hope there are as many of you out there as enthusiastic about supporting this idea as I am, and I hope you'll join me in using the hashtag to see if anything manages to come of it. Even if it ends up doing nothing in terms of shaping Dawn's future in Zoot, at the very least it will be a great way to spread positivity and connect to other Bellwether fans. So why not at least give it a try? If it doesn't work we'll always have out fanfictions, and the friends we met along the way.

On one last little note, this isn't necessarily about my specific Dawn story, or anyone's for that matter. I'm not aiming for Disney to hire me and use parts of Rehab for Zoot 2. (Although that would be amazing). I just want to see the character get a better deal, and I think we all want to see that.

I look forward to seeing your own twitter posts, as well as the art and other media you share under the tag. And here's hoping for the best.

Thanks for listening,

-WT

#Zootopia #dawn bellwether #Assistant Mayor Bellwether #zootopia 2 #savebellwether #zootopia fandom

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spellboundinks · 5 years ago

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I Should Have Read That

Rules:

• Thank the person who tagged you and link back to their post • Link to the creator’s blog (booksnest.co.uk) in your post • Answer the questions below • Tag 10 others to take part • ENJOY THE TAG!

Thanks for tagging me @trickster-writes!!

1. A book that a certain friend is always telling you to read My brain: I don’t have any books I’ve left unread that were recommended. *Looks up at bookshelf 2 seconds later* Me: Oh

My friend recommended The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss to me a long time ago, even lent me the book. I read like a chapter, kept it for a long ass time, returned the book, bought the book, re-read the first few chapters a million times and still haven’t finished it. (His writing is so poetic and amazing and beautifully easy to understand I’m just terrible at reading books lol).

2: A book that’s been on your TBR forever but you still haven’t picked it up yet. It might be easier if I just took a picture of my bookshelf lol. Let’s see, to name a few, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, all the Night Vale Presents books, Game of Thrones, American Gods, (oh shit I have both of Patrick Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicle books whoops), Lord of the Rings, Nevermore, anything Stephen King, The Chronicles of Prydain, The Raven Boys, A Darker Shade of Magic, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, anything from Riordan after the end of Heroes of Olympus, His Dark Materials, classic Sherlock Holmes, Spider-Man’s original clone saga, The Umbrella Academy volumes, and Robin War (DC Comics). These are just the books I can see from my chair without moving 😭

3: A book in a series you’ve started but haven’t finished yet. I started Dorothy Must Die and I do intend to finish it it was just due back at the library. I think the series has like 5 books but I’m not sure? I also don’t know the name of the series. I also started Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer (Magnus Chase series) but got busy and it’s been too long to pick up where I left off without restarting.

4: A classic you’ve always liked the sound of, but have never actually read. There’s a lot actually. I have a few on my shelf I haven’t read. Hello World by Aldous Huxley, the classic Sherlock Holmes novels, any of H.P. Lovecraft’s work, also Jules Verne because I’ve only just read Journey to the Centre of the Earth but after reading that I’m worried about how heavily explanatory and scientific his other novels are lol.

5: A popular book that it seems everyone but you have read. Hunger Games. I have the first book but I got it when it was so annoyingly popular that you couldn’t go a day without hearing about it so I didn’t really feel the need. I’ve heard Suzanne Collins is a fantastic writer though. Also Game of Thrones. Thought I’d read before seeing the show and it seems like such a commitment that I haven’t gotten to it lol.

6: A book that inspired a film/tv adaptation you love that you just haven’t read yet. (Gonna borrow part of @trickster-writes answer here cuz the same applies lol) I just watched Umbrella Academy and fell in love instantly and immediately had family give me the first two volumes for my birthday. Been busy with school and work though and my library addiction that I haven’t gotten to it yet whoops. Also Murder on the Orient Express. I watched the most recent film a while ago and found a beautiful copy of the book on a trip to Paris. It’s not rare or anything but the cover is so pretty.

7: A book you’ve seen all over Instagram/Tumblr/other but you haven’t picked up yet. The Raven Boys and A Darker Shade of Magic. I’ve fallen in love with Maggie Stiefvater’s tumblr and I am pouring through V.E. Schwab’s Villains series but haven’t gotten to those series yet.

I’m going to tag @jade-island-lives, @soul-write, @the-crafty-fox, @kalis-scribbles, @oheoo, @rachywritessomething, @minny-king, @cogesque, @maple-writes, @ezratherobat, @dream-weaver, @k-mo-dreamin, @godofdiverseinterests, @fantasiesescape, @namingtoohard, @writerofwriting and anyone else who wants to do this cuz I live for book recommendations lol

#tag game #reading #books #book recs

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book-pirate · 7 years ago

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I CAN’T FEEL MY FACE BECAUSE I’VE BEEN UP FOR 31 HOURS BUT WE’RE HERE WE’VE ARRIVED DEATHLY HALLOWS PT 2 Y’ALL

- 10 points from slytherin for snape looking dramatically out at the courtyard - Ah griphook you have changed so much from vern troyer to warwick davis amazing - “the wand chooses the wizard” means the wand can think wtf did you think it meant - hermione trying to walk in heels as bellatrix is literally me - my ace dragon-loving son Charlie Weasley lives on in Ron’s continued extensive knowledge of dragons - you would never know harry knows what the horcrux is if you had never read the book. instead it looks like he has a spidey-sense for it. fucking movies - “i’ve got something but it’s mad” have i mentioned i love her - somewhere charlie weasley is smiling - oh my god they’re soooooo pale - “we plan and all hell breaks loose” that’s it that’s all 7 books summed up - WHERE’S THE GODDAMN CLOAK YOU STUPID IDIOTS REASON #17 - THERE’S STILL NO EXPLANATION FOR THE MIRROR - god aberforth is just draaagggggiiiiinnnnngggggg his brother amazing - “i trusted the man i knew” okay but why - NEVILLE MY BOY - “i need your help” “for what” “i don’t know” seriously dazzling me with your wit here - ron is so disappointed ginny doesn’t care about him lmao - RIP alan rickman i miss him every day - WALK IN TO THE CLUB LIKE WHAT UP I GOT A BIG WAND - YES MINNIE GO MINNIE WHAT A BAMF - what the movies don’t tell you is she got SIX STUNNING SPELLS TO THE CHEST IN YEAR 5 YOUR FAVE COULD NEVER - “YOU BLITHERING IDIOT” there go allllllll minnie’s fucks - “escort all the slytherins to the dungeons” alright this is bullshit and has got to stop - seriously can i just have an entire movie devoted to mcgonagall - and luna. “you listen to me right now harry potter!” iconic - helena get over yourself seriously WE’RE TRYING TO STOP GENOCIDE - “who said that” “me, right now” alright remus calm down - FRED AND GEORGE I LOVE YOU - oh neville. you’re going to regret that in 15 minutes - i still don’t understand how horcruxes are made release the information rowling! - also i thought voldy couldn’t feel the deaths of his bits of soul anymore because he’s less human whatever the movies make no sense - aw cuties - oh noooo, ooooohhhhhh nooooooooooooooo - MAKE IT GO BOOM INDEED - how you gonna kill stone my dudes? - RUN FLITWICK RUN - oh neville sweetie don’t worry you’re gonna make it! you’re one of the 25% that do - omg the room of requirement hermione it exists god do boys make you stupid - haha good fucking luck trying to find that thing harry - they should’ve kept the tiara on a bust with a wig instead of a box like in the books - edge lord Draco strikes again - Goyle is stupid dumb. Fucking Fyndefire or whatever it is. We have a new winner for idiot of Hogwarts, finally displacing Harry Potter, previously in the number one spot - Yeah, because what Voldy really needs right now is to be killing off his supporters - you know i feel like harry is getting some pretty big mixed signals. do you want him in voldy’s mind or not make up your goddamn minds - This just in, Lucius is still a lil bitch - OLIVER WOOD SIGHTING THIS IS NOT A DRILL - oh nooo oh nooo oh no no nooooo - RIP lavender you’re definitely dead - ABERFORTH REDEMPTION ARC - “do you know who this wand answers to?” yeah harry potter you bitch - unpopular opinion snape deserved to die and is a fucking mother fucking fuckboy whose obsession with lily landed harry in this mess in the first place - FRED NO - AND STILL NO PERCY REDEMPTION SCENE BULLSHIT - no no no no no no - JK Rowling could apologize every day of my life an I’d still never be okay - TBH snape’s memories in the movie are very rosy-colored like where’s the part where he called her a mudblood? this is some bullshit - listen according to these flashbacks he does NOT have her eyes jesus - lily wanted NOTHING to do with snape and he fucking rocks her dead body??????????? i am disgusted - and in front of her crying son??????????????? wtf - people stan snape? can’t relate - “after all this time?” “always” is the creepiest exchange i’m ever heard in my life full stop end of sentence - this walk to his death was supposed to be a lot more emotional but whatever the book is dead i guess - oh shit remus has a son???? you’d never know from these fucking movies - ooohhhhhhh noooooooooooo hagrid you deserve better - oh that’s gross gross gross grossssss - “actually if i think about it, it doesn’t seem curious at all” OF COURSE BECAUSE SNAPE WAS AN OBSESSIVE MOTHER FUCKER SO HIS PATRONUS CHANGED TO COPY LILY’S INSTEAD OF BE ITS MATE LIKE JAMES’S WAS GODDAMN FUCK SNAPE - Narcissa putting her son above voldy is something i have to give her props for since Lucius doesn’t seem able to do so - fucking wish they’d show how voldy can’t hurt them since harry ‘died’ for them - IN THE BOOKS DRACO REFUSES TO WALK OVER AND THEN THROWS HARRY A WAND FUCK THIS - YES NEVILLE YES - Narcissa is literally like Draco come Lucius idgaf about you which is A+ on her part - you know I really would’ve preferred the book ending to this light show but w/e again i have to lower my standards - we get it voldy and harry are alike you don’t have to give me visuals - HELLS YEAH NEVILLE THAT’S MY BOY - aww that’s the harry/hagrid reunion i love to see - lmao filch it’s useless man give it up - could u not have fixed ur OG wand first like christ man - Albus Severus whomst? I think you mean Arthur Rubeus

What a ride. 20 hours roughly

Movie: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

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greekowl87 · 7 years ago

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Fic: Pool Party

For @txf-prompt-box . Tagging @today-in-fic .

Prompt 9: Some story involving a pool party

Bonus: Someone forgets their swim suit.

Double bonus: Humourous

Some AU where Scully and Mulder actually get to raise Will.

She hated to socialize with the other moms but it seemed almost a requirement of raising a seven-year-old. Especially summer pool birthday parties when both Scully and her son Will were both forced into it. Will had enough trouble making friends and fitting in at school, preferring spending time reading books. Who does that remind you of, Scully, Mulder would tease gently. She shook her head as Will looked up at his mom in dread. “Do we have to go, mom?” he whined, holding the small wrapped present in front of him like a shield.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, smoothing an errant piece of hair, before nodding. “Yes. It’s the polite thing to do,” she said.

She failed to mention that the birthday invitation almost came in the mail addressed to her with a small note. ‘Dana- I did not want to exclude Will, especially after how Jamie treated him last year. Maybe this will be a new start. - Julie Vernes’ and a child birthday invitation was enclosed. She brought it up to Mulder that night in bed.

… .

“Why,” he had said, “I don’t see what the problem is. It will be good for him.”

“This is the same Jamie who gave Will a black eye in December.”

“Well, Will defended himself.”

“By giving Jamie a black eye the following week after he got picked on again. Who taught him that?”

“Must have been his mom.” Mulder pulled down their comforter. Scully rolled her eyes and crawled into bed with him. “Look, it will be good for him. Will needs more friends besides his books. He is too much like us, Scully. He is a loner.”

“Since when are you all proactive dad?”

“We have to balance each other, Scully. I’ll pick up a present tomorrow, okay? It’s just for an afternoon.”

… .

“Dad put you up to it, didn’t he?” Will ask, his blue eyes searching his mothers. “That’s why he dropped us off, right?”

“You are too smart, you know that? You get that from me.”

Will gave a weak smile. “We could still leave.”

“We can at least stay for cake,” she soothed. “And then we’ll go to Barnes and Noble and we can pick you out a new book.”

“A chapter book?”

“Anything you want, little bullfrog,” she soothed. “Let’s get this over with, okay?”

He nodded and let his mom guide him into the pool clubhouse that was decked out in all sorts of X-Men decorations out to the pool deck. Mother and son saw the herd of mother’s by the table of presents and cake and all the boys in the pool roughhousing. “Mom, I don’t have my bathing suit,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I know, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll get it taken care of.”

“They’re going to make fun of me. Maybe I can hide in the bathroom.”

“Don’t worry, honey. We’re used to this.” She kissed the top of his moppy brown hair. “Why don’t you go say hi to the other boys and I’ll make a call.”

“We can still go to the bookstore.”

“Afterwards, I promise.”

She pushed him gently towards the other boys as she took the present and went to the other herd of moms. Introverts must have been a genetic trait between both of them. She was hardly the typical mother. Her and Mulder remained unmarried, and although, they talked about, still had yet to decide on anything. She was a doctor and FBI agent, Mulder still remained as an agent too, and they now both taught together at Quantico. They were hardly a normal family.

Slowing her pace, she drew out her phone and dialed a number she knew by memory.

“Mulder.”

“Mulder, it’s me.”

“What happened?”

“I forgot his swim trunks,” she whispered.

“I’ll be there in ten. Try not shoot anybody, Scully.”

“You’re staying too.”

“Scully, we both agreed…”

“You are not leaving me or your son to suffer,” she hissed in a whisper. “Besides, I might really shoot one of these…moms.”

At this point, Julie, Jamie’s mom spotted her and raised a hand with a wine glass to her in greeting.

“And their drinking, Mulder. What mother drinks at her son’s birthday–”

“I’ll be there in five, Scully.”

She hung up the phone and forced a smile she used to have when she would question suspects. “Dana! Hi,” Julie said, smiling.

“Hi,” she forced the smile.

Julie grabbed Scully’s arm and dragged her to the rest of the other moms. “Everyone, this is Dana, Will’s mom.”

“Oh,” they all cried. “Hi.”

Jesus, Scully thought, this is worse than Arcadia.

A brunette, also with a wine glass smiled. “So, Dana. You’re Will’s mom? What do you do for a living? I heard you’re very busy.”

“I am an FBI agent,” she began hesitantly, her eyes scanning the pool to see Will sitting by himself. Her heart broke.“I teach pathology at Quantico.”

“An FBI agent,” someone said. “What does your husband say about that? If you ask me, a woman has no purpose carrying a gun.”

Jesus, shoot her now. Scully was tired of hearing the same thing after fifteen years. “Well,” she began hesitantly, “I’m not married. Will’s father…he’s an FBI agent as well. We work and live together.”

“So you never married?”

“We didn’t. No.”

“How come?”

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask her.”

Mulder’s voice filtered like a wave of relief. She felt herself relax when he placed that familiar hand on the small of her back and kissed her sensually. She pulled back slightly and smiled at him. Mulder turned to gaze at all the moms. “Sorry. Little emergency. Scully, where’s our son?”

She nodded to the pool area and Mulder kissed her soundly before seeking out their son.

A blonde woman, at least a foot taller than Scully raised an eyebrow. “That’s Will’s father? That is your…”

“My partner,” she smiled, suddenly finding the courage to smile and feel smug.

“Hm.” She licked her lips. “Does he have a brother?”

Mulder overheard the last comment and glanced at Scully regain the confident attitude she had all those years of the x-files with him. His eyes found his son. “Will,” he called softly.

Will looked up in surprise at his father.

“What, Wet Willy? Your daddy have to come rescue you?” one of the boys called.

Mulder said nothing but held his hand out to his son. “I got what you forgot,” he said softly. He passed a small grocery bag to Will. He kneeled in front of his son. “Give 'em hell.”

“Mom would punch you if she heard you talking like that.”

“Will, remember all those stories that I told you of me and mom that I am not supposed to? Chasing monster, saving the world, and me getting the girl?” William nodded. “Well, you are the son of to kick butt FBI agents. Don’t forget that.”

“They don’t care.”

“Will, brag,” he whispered to his son affectionately. “What else have I told you?”

“Fake till you make it,” he whispered.

Mulder nodded. “Except you don’t have to fake it. You’re our son. Go get changed and give 'em hell, William. I have to rescue mom from all those other moms.”

He smiled and ran to change, despite the lifeguard’s whistle. Mulder stood up, gazing at the flock of woman surround his Scully. He strolled casually, pushing his way through the throng of mothers to reclaim his partner and securing her safely at his side. She gazed at him quickly and he quirked a small smile, telling her everything she needs to know. "So, Fox, Dana tells us you both teach at the FBI Academy,“ one mother said.

"Yes. I can’t she can’t seem to keep me out of trouble and she insists having me close,” he teased. Mulder nuzzled her hair, nudging her to look at their son as he continued with the conversation with the herd of moms.

Scully smiled, seeing Will dressed in his swimming trunks and jumping into the pool with a resounding cannonball. She strained to hear the conversation. “Wait. Your parents are FBI agents, Will? That’s so cool.”

Scully looked at Mulder and he smiled, kissing her quickly. “You think this is crazy, wait until I tell you how we met.”

… .

Will was soaked, drenched from the pool with a large beach towel engulfing him as he struggled with his seatbelt. “I had such a great time! Mom, you should talk about the monsters more often! I didn’t know you saved dad so many times!”

“I didn’t really.”

“Scully, you did.”

“Okay. Maybe once or twice.”

“The guys were so amazed. Today was awesome.”

Scully took Mulder’s hand from the center console and held it. “I’d say,” Scully replied, gazing at Mulder.

“We’re still going to Barnes and Noble, right?”

“Anything you want, bud,” Mulder smiled, squeezing Scully’s hand.

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themadlostgirl · 7 years ago

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Not Dead Yet (Part 46)

*Ah October was a great month! Spooky times and all my shows coming back! Truly nothing is better and I am not forgetting anything at all! (Fan-fiction waiting patiently in the corner for me to stop dragging my feet and finish the chapter.)*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language

When I returned back to camp my tent and all my belongings had been safely returned. Verne and his little cronies had gotten quite the beating from my boys from the looks of them. Peter kept an arm wrapped around me as I studied the boys in their bruised and bloody state. They glared back at me and grimaced faintly at the arm Peter had secured around my waist. Not that they would dare say anything in front of him if this morning was anything indication.

“They must have been really holding back.” I purposely jabbed one of them and they winced back, “Shame. If they had gone a bit farther I might have been satisfied.”

“What?” they gaped at me, “You got your things back!”

“So?” I grinned at the terror on their faces, “The idea that you even thought you could get away with stealing my things and insulting me was a colossal mistake. If you thought I’d be pleased with some bruises and maybe a cracked rib you clearly do not know who you are dealing with.”

“Pan, you couldn’t seriously allow this girl--”

“This girl,” Peter snapped his finger and he was holding the boy’s tongue in his free hand, “is my second in command and most trusted recruit. She is also one of the best fighters on the island. If she thinks you deserve a more severe punishment than who am I to deny her?”

“Can I see that for a second before you return it?” I pointed to the tongue.

“Okay,” he plopped it into my waiting palm. “What are you thinking?”

“A game of sorts.” I whistled sharply and Candace flew down onto my shoulder. “Hello girl,” she nestled my cheek affectionately. I held out the tongue, “hide this.”

She gave a small chirp before grabbing the tongue in her talons and taking off again into the air. The boy watched in horror as his precious tongue was flown to somewhere unknown. He stared back at me miming his anger and gasping out what I guessed would have been some pretty vulgar names. “You can have your filthy tongue back when and if you ever find it.”

“You truly are amazing.” Peter whispered in my ear. “As for the others?”

“Well all three of them can hang around while they think about what they did.”

“To the cages? Kinda lackluster, isn’t it?”

“Who said anything about cages?” I smirked wider. I whispered in his ear what I was thinking and he matched my grin.

“Remind me to put you in charge of punishments more often.” he gave a wave of his hand and the three of them disappeared in a puff of green smoke and reappeared in the center of camp suspended upside down from a tree by their big toes.

“How long are we going to keep them up there?” Peter asked.

“Till I say.” I shrugged his arm off, “Shall we go to training?”

“Of course. Come along boys.” Peter and I led the group of boys to training. “How are you so sure your pet won’t just eat the tongue or dump it in the sea?”

“I’m not.” I shrugged, “I did say if he ever found it.”

I faced off with Devin for training that day. After seeing what happened to the other boys I was quick to notice that they were hesitant to fight me. Probably worried that if they laid a scratch on me they’d get the same treatment as the three idiots back at camp. Their reluctance would evaporate after a bit so I wasn’t too worried about any further impact Peter and I’s arrangement would have on them.

Devin the entire time we were fighting though couldn’t keep that knowing smile off his face. He had never believed me when I said there was nothing going on between Peter and I. After this morning any credibility I had went out the window. I could tell he wanted to say something but I incapacitated him before he could get out any snide remarks.

After training I left the boys and decided to go see Tigerlily. Our conversation the last time kept echoing in my head. What if she was right? What if things between Peter and I were changing? We had agreed a long time ago that this thing between us was physical only. We could be friends outside of that but recently things have shifted. We were far more familiar around each other then we had ever been before. I mean I was plenty familiar with the other boys but I still kept secrets from them. Out of the whole of this island and how close I had become with my brothers only Peter knew everything about me. That scared me.

I got to Tigerlily’s cave and was surprised to see she wasn’t there. Strange.

“Come for a visit?” I turned around and Tigerlily was behind me with a halved coconut filled with berries.

“Well seeing as how I’m standing outside of your cave looking for you I’d say that’s a given.” she gave me a stern look before pushing past me into the cave. I took a deep breath and followed. “Joking aside would mind if we talk?”

She shrugged and motioned for me to sit. “What is it you want to talk about?”

“What you said before about Peter and I...what makes you think all that?”

“Why I think you two are more than just friends or lovers?” she raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yes. I know it’s ridiculous but ever since you said that I cannot stop thinking about it and I keep noticing things that I otherwise wouldn’t have given much if any attention.” I fiddled with the necklace at my throat, “Why is this happening now?”

She gave me a sympathetic look. “That’s something you’re going to have to answer for yourself.”

“You’re really only going to give me some vague drivel like that?”

“It’s only vague because the answer is obvious. If you are too thick to realize it than that is your problem dear.” she plopped a berry into her mouth.

“Aren’t you just all kinds of helpful.” I fell back against the ground staring up at the cave ceiling. Why had I bothered coming here? I should have known she’d be no help. I sat back up so I could leave when Tigerlily grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Hey! What’re you doing?” I wrenched my arm from her.

“That necklace. Where did you get it?” she demanded. For the first time I saw real fear in her eyes and sat back down.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Just answer the question.”

“One of the Lost Boys gave it to me. It’s from this treasure chest we stole from the pirates. What’s so bad about it?”

“It’s been touched by dark magic. It’s familiar in a way. You shouldn’t be wearing it.”

“Okay…” I spun the champagne colored gem between my fingers. “That’s probably just Peter’s magic. I’m around him enough it’s probably imbued with something.”

“No. I don’t think it’s Pan’s.” she shook her head, “You need to take it off.”

“It’s just a simple necklace. Also, how can you tell if it has dark magic anyway? You are no longer a fairy, remember? Even more so, if it does have magic than Peter would have been able to sense it.”

“Please listen--”

“I don’t need to. It is nothing more than a necklace and if for some cockamamie reason it does turn out to be evil or something then we’ll take care of it. Lest we forget that Peter is the most powerful force on this island with a huge protectiveness over me. He wouldn’t let me walk around with this on if he thought it was harmful.”

Tigerlily muttered something under her breath that I couldn’t hear. She let out a derisive snort and motioned for me to leave. “Fine then. If you will not heed me then let pain be your teacher. I will not be blamed when something bad happens to you because of your stubbornness.”

“Nothing bad will happen.” I left the cave muttering to myself.

She is so paranoid. It is just a necklace. As for the feeling of dark magic, that was just the island. Anyone who steps foot into this realm can feel it. The island has an unnatural feel like everything is buzzing with energy. Every creature exudes a dark aura and the boys especially contribute to a sense of danger and reckless peril. This realm is not for the faint of heart. Being a goody-goody fairy for years was bound to have a more adverse affect on her.

Still, she was so panicked because of this one thing alone. I didn’t want to admit it but maybe I should have Peter take a closer look at it. Just to be safe.

I got back to camp and found Peter. I told him about what Tigerlily said about the necklace and he examined it passing his own magic over it. “I’ve searched it for magic but I can only sense mine. Don’t let Tigerlily get to you, she’s just not used to the power of the island.”

“I knew she was paranoid but I couldn’t let it go without making sure.” Peter clasped the necklace back around my throat.

“Not to worry, pet.” he kissed the back of my neck, “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“Yeah…” I took a step back wiping at the spot where he kissed me, “I know.”

“What now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Lately you keep pushing me away. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just...it’s all a little mushy don’t you think? The kissing and staying over in your tent.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that we entered this as friends wanting to slate urges and lately it’s been feeling more like something else. I care about you and find you attractive but this whole arrangement is getting too familiar.”

“So you’d prefer if we kept all kinds of displays of affection to the bedroom. Is that it?”

“That’s what we are supposed to be doing right?”

Peter fixed me in place with an intense stare, nearing me until he was just an inch from my body. He was so close the aroma of trees and wind that was his natural musk permeated through my senses. I wanted nothing more than to close the gap and let myself be enveloped in it but couldn’t move due to his unsettling gaze.

“Just to be clear, when we are not seeking out sex I’m not supposed to touch you like this.” he ran a hand through my hair and skimmed his fingertips down my neck. “Or like this?” he slid his other hand to my hip.

“I can no longer hold you like so?” he pressed himself against me tightly and I struggled to keep my breathing even. His breath puffed hot near my ear in a hushed voice. “You wish for me not say how beautiful I think you are when you fight. Or how I love the way you blush when I kiss you?”

“Peter, please…” I whispered but it was lost to the traitorous gasp in my breath when he kissed my neck.

“No more tasting that sweet neck of yours whenever I please?” he moved further up his lips and nose grazing my skin as he made his way back to my face. “No more claiming that damned mouth when it starts to run wild?”

He hovered over my lips. “Is that what you want my pet? Because I know that’s not what I want. I want to be able to lay claim to you whenever I want. To grab you as you dance around the fire and show you what a real heat can be.”

I leaned in closer to kiss him but only met air as he let go of me and let me trip into nothing. I bit back an embarrassed and disappointed groan. Instead I squared my shoulders and looked back at his smirking face studying me with lustful leer. “But if that is what my Lost Girl wishes I will not force myself on you.”

“Good.” my voice came out breathier than I would have liked. “That’s not to say that those kind of gestures aren’t welcome when we aren’t around the others that is.”

“Of course.” he smirked wider at me. “Kind of like we are now.”

“Exactly.” I stepped toward him and placed both hands on his face. “As long as they don’t see then things like this are alright.” I pulled him down to face level purposely just barely brushing my face against his. I pressed a soft kiss just behind his ear.

I grinned when I felt his hands grasp onto my hips like a vice. “I can tell you things,” I whispered into his ear nipping lightly at his lobe, “Things like I love the way your voice drops an octave when you’re aroused. I can admit that when I see you fight I can clearly remember the way your muscles constrict and how it feels to have them pressed against my bare skin.”

I pushed my body closer into his so there wasn’t so much as a hair between us. “Away from all of them I can touch you like so and listen to all those delicious little noises you make.” as if on cue he growled into my neck. “You are always so good to me. So good my Peter Pan.”

“Always.” he made to kiss my lips but I detached myself from the embrace. My knees quaking a bit I steadied myself and studied the flushed heavily breathing boy before me. “Tease.” his dilated eyes started to shrink back to reality.

“To be fair you started the teasing first.” I smirked at him as my confidence started to come back. It was always a sweet pleasure to remind him that I could undo him just as easily as he could undo me.

“Touche,” he sighed glancing me over once more, “Just to be clear, this whole affection business…”

“Right. I still meant what I said. I don’t care what the boys think and it’s not like I don’t mind it but I think we need to keep in mind what it is we’re doing. There’s a line between physical pleasure and emotional connection and with everything going on lately I feel like we’ve been skirting that line far too closely. I don’t want to ruin this by letting other factors come into play.”

“If you’re worried about one of us contracting feelings there’s no need. You’re a good fuck and a great Lost Girl as well as a true confidant of mine. Take out the sex part and you’re basically Felix in all respects and we both know I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Of course.” Why did hearing him say that both assure and depress me? Basically Felix? I would have thought I meant-- No! That’s exactly what we just finished talking about!

“As much as I would love to continue this lovely conversation I do have other things I need to get to today.” Peter said. He took half a step toward me before disappearing in the blink of an eye. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in and slid to the ground. What am I doing?

~~~

They’re tearing themselves apart. We must act quickly.

“What do you mean? What’s happened?” Isaac muttered to himself. The moment he had left the games of the other Lost Boys her voice coiled around his brain. It was a reminder that he was truly never alone.

I can feel the discord. Repressed feelings. A rift is starting to form whether they realize it or not. This cannot be allowed.

“Mother, I don’t understand. Isn’t this what we wanted? Their misery?”

In due course. But if they drift then the plan may not withstand.

“Maybe it would…” an idea started to form in his head. “Maybe this is just what should happen.”

What idiocy is this? Do you forget what it is we are after?

“Of course not. I merely had a thought was all.” Isaac shrunk into himself at her harsh tone.

Pray tell, what would that be?

“No one has an iron will, not even the strongest of minds. It’s like a dam during a rainstorm. No matter how well made the dam is once there is enough water behind, rushing and churning the dam will break and flood out. The scramble to put the dam back may be desperate but it cannot stop it and rash decisions will occur as a result.”

Ah. Not so thick are you? Such a clever son you are. This discourse is merely the first drops of rain to the turbulence. Perhaps you are right. Keep an eye on them. Let us see if we can make it rain harder.

“Yes mother.”

~~~

Later that night as I was settling down to get some rest I came across a note in my tent. It was a message telling me to meet them at Peter’s Thinking Tree. Though it wasn’t signed I could guess who it was from. Was this Peter’s way of distancing ourselves? Leaving me vague invitations of sex? I debated with myself if going to the Tree and having a nice night would be better than the thought of leaving Peter sexually frustrated on a tree branch waiting for me.

In the end lust won out and I was making my way toward Peter’s Thinking Tree in the dead of night. I got there and kept a weathered eye out in case he decided to sneak up on me. After a minute of uneasy silence I called out to the dark. “I know you’re out there. Stop dicking around and come out already.”

“Sorry.” Isaac stepped out from behind the Tree. “I hadn’t realized you were here already.”

“Isaac?” well there went my libido. “You wrote me that note?”

“Yes. I wanted to talk to you but I knew I couldn’t discuss it where anyone else could overhear.”

“I see. What is so important then?”

“It’s embarrassing. I wouldn’t mention it at all if it wasn’t for the fact that the others told me you went through this yourself.”

“And what is that?”

“Nightmares.” he stated quietly, “Memories really...from before all of this.”

“Oh, I understand now.” I sat down and patted the ground next to me for him to join. “You aren’t letting the music in to clear your mind of your past, are you?” He shook his head. “Someone from the past you don’t want to forget about?”

“My brother.” he nodded, “Well I thought of him as a brother. We lived in the same orphanage for most of our lives. He always made sure I had enough to eat and taught me everything he could. He was the one good thing from my old home and I don’t want to forget about him.”

“I get it. I really do.” I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Letting go of someone that prominent is hard but keeping this in will only make it all the worse. Letting the music in and letting go of those memories, even if they are the best you’ve had, is a must. It will only hurt you further.”

“Did you have someone you didn’t want to forget?”

“Yes.” an image, blurry and warm passed through my brain, “My father. I can’t remember what he looks like or even his name but I remember what he meant to me. The pipes may take away details and memories but if you truly wish you can keep the feeling without keeping the baggage that comes with it. I can remember I had a father and that he was good to me and that’s all I need.”

“Doesn’t it bother you though? To not be able to recall so much as a name?”

“Sometimes. But that was a lifetime ago. He hasn’t been a part of my life for so long that it’s almost irrelevant. I only hold onto him to recall my humanity anymore. He was my family at one point but I have a new family now and so do you. You have more brothers than you could ever hope for. Retain the feeling but erase the burden of the memories. The nightmares will stop and you’ll feel much better.”

“Thanks. You’re very nice. Truly you are.”

“Only to those that I think deserve it. Make me mad and you’ll be swinging by your toes just like Verne and his friends.” While I was glad I could be of some comfort I did need to retain my image as a malevolent Lost Girl to some extent.

I moved to stand up when Isaac grabbed for my hand. I peered down at him and he sent me a small pleading look for me not to leave just yet. With a roll of my eyes I sat back down. “I’ll stay but I’m sleeping. It has been a long day and I’m tired.” I told him. Any energy I may have had vanished when I realized I wasn’t getting laid tonight. “I’m also gonna use you as a pillow if you don’t mind.”

I made a show of pretending to fluff up his arm and laid my head against it. “Just push me off when you want to leave.” I yawned and closed my eyes to get some well deserved rest.

~~~

That was a fruitless outing. Peter shuffled back to his tent distraught over not finding the Truest Believer in his latest journey to the realms that night. The day was catching up to him and all he wanted was to rest. The whole conversation he had with Y/N about being affectionate outside of sex had been weighing on his mind all evening. What was a little familiarity among sexually frustrated friends? No doubt Tigerlily was influencing her. Damn fairies always trying to make everything into a happy ending one way or another. Why couldn’t she just let things remain as they are without trying to complicate things with troublesome emotions coming into the mix?

Speaking of troublesome...What was this? Peter spotted a piece of parchment in his tent. He scanned over it and raised an eyebrow at the contents. Y/N wanted to meet him at his Thinking Tree tonight? Stubborn thing can’t bring herself to just stick to the tents? Well, after what happened this morning with her tent and belongings being stolen he couldn’t blame her. He folded the parchment back up and blinked away to his Thinking Tree. It may have been a tiring day but he would always have enough energy for a round with her. No need to keep his Lost Girl waiting any longer than she already has no doubt.

Upon getting to his Tree he realized four things very quickly. One: Y/N wasn’t below in the cavern but rather above ground sleeping. Two: she was resting quite comfortably next to the new boy, Isaac. Three: she wasn’t exactly resting next to him but nestled on him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Four: the sight made him furious.

What was this that she could do something like this and have it be no big deal when acting even a tiny bit familiar with him, the person who knows her better than she knows herself, is bad? A part of him growled like a territorial wolf wanting to pounce between the two and take his Lost Girl far away from this unworthy pup. He might have just done that too if his mind didn’t flash back to their earlier conversation. If he scooped her up and dragged her off then he would get an earful later and he was not in the right frame of mind to deal with her rantings right now.

Instead he settled for creating a patch of poison ivy underneath the undeserving pup’s body and leaving it to that for the night as he found a different tree to brood in.

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