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Dancing in the Dark

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 4)

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Time written- 5:33 a.m

Titans! Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff/smut

(Tags: Kissing, sort of fingering/dry humping🔞✌️)

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Jason had woken up with a dead phone around ten in the morning: a small price to pay for talking with his most favorite girl.

A childish giddiness riddled his mind as he put his phone to charge, anxious to call you or see your name pop up with your usual morning text.

However, to his surprise, he was met with a blank screen. No call, no text. For a solid five minutes, he stared up with exhausted eyes at his call history, seeing your name above how long the call lasted.

Three hours, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-five seconds.

A dreadful sinking began in his stomach, a tortuously hot guilt deep in his core. Did he go too far? Did he push you away? This was too soon - No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, but he pushed it. He just had to push it. Now you’re never gonna talk to him again, are you?

He carried this guilt throughout the dreadfully slow hours of the day. A heavy stir of anxiousness weighed down on his shoulders the longer he went without a call or text from you. He wanted to reach out so damn bad, wanting to call to see if you were okay, then apologize about a hundred thousand times.

He loved talking with you, feeling it as an escape from his troubles of being himself; an outcast in his own supposed home.

He spent a good hour of avoiding his thoughts and emotions by training by himself, beating against his targets and training mannequins until his protected knuckles nearly bruised.

He wasn’t supposed to like you, but you reached out first, saving him an endless amount of self hatred and doubt on his behalf, fueling it up with precarious amounts of happiness.

Now he feels like he made things a whole lot worse by ruining this one special, quite unique friendship he had, pushing past boundaries that weren’t meant to be crossed.

Unless, that’s what you wanted to happen, too.

He had to admit, he was a hypocrite for accusing you of getting off on him last night. He couldn’t help that he found the computer geek attractive when you both first met. Regardless of your indifference towards each other at the time.

He’s spent plenty of late nights and long showers on days he was feeling untroubled enough to think of you, even more so than he was willing to ever admit after getting closer to you.

Time seemed to make his worries grow even worse, especially after a hot shower from his rigorous session. He peeks over at his phone, shoulders nearly coming to a slump at his lack of notifications from you.

A knock comes at his door, breaking the tense chain. Soft taps from none other than your delicate hands.

You stood on the other side after he opens it, looking ever so lovely with an embarrassed glow on your cheeks.

All tension seemed to slip off his shoulders upon seeing you, making a smile grow on Jason’s face. All his worries about your well being, fear of avoidance, and being ghosted dissipated like an ice cube dropped into hot water.

“Hey mama,” he softly greets, attempting to keep his composure.

“Hey.” Your soft tone riddled with enough nervousness and hesitation makes Jason’s guilt slowly return, bubbling dangerously at the bottom of his stomach.

“You busy?” You ask, making him quickly shake his head before further opening his door, silently inviting you into his semi-tidy room.

A pregnant silence surrounded the both of you as you remained standing where you were, glancing around as if to intentionally avoid looking him in the eye.

Jason exhales after a long moment, knowing he needed to break this ice the longer he stared at you. He started it, he had to own up to it.

“Hey, about last night—“

“Yeah,” you softly say to yourself. “Last night.”

“Right,” he nods, swallowing slowly as he maintains his distance, brushing his sweaty hands over his pockets. “Look … I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for it to go that far. I mean it, I’m sorry.”

You stare up at him with doe eyes, a faint aura of surprise coursing through your mind. Jason immediately owned up to his mistake, even if it didn’t exactly feel like one, though it was to be debated. He was taking ownership of it, something you’ve heard the others complain that he didn’t do.

Again, yet another thing the Titans got wrong about Jason Todd.

“I have a question, actually.” You gather the strength to speak up, to Jason’s surprise. Weren’t you going to… walk out on him? Yell at him? He’d stand still so you could hit him with something solid.

Maybe you were, after you understood more of the situation first.

“Sure, what?”

“So, what… what exactly brought it on?”

A short smile involuntarily creeps up on Jason’s face, followed by a measly shrug. He licks his lips before glancing towards the ground, pondering that very thought for a good moment or two.

“I don’t know what to say about it.” Jason goes on to say, smiling a little more towards the ground. “You’re funny, an’ smart. Hella hot, too.”

He goes quiet again, shrugging once more before raising his head. “You’ve put up with me. More than anyone else here bothers to do. So… yeah.”

It just happened. He wanted to finish his sentence by saying, but you understood. Your cheeks blooming from the sentimental compliments.

“So, those roses,” you nervously proceed. “Those weren’t just ‘thank you roses’, were they?”

Jason amusingly scoffs when you mention the flowers, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“No. No, they weren’t.”

Again, Jason still wonders if he went too fast. Part of him wanted to take it all back, break the clock to turn back the arms. It was impossible now, and judging from the looks of you here, especially with your choice of meeting him in his room, he had somewhat good reason to believe that you were somewhat okay with it.

“We can still be friends,” Jason suggests, taking a casual step closer. “Maybe.. a lot closer than the usual stereotype.”

“Closer?” You question, watching him do so.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I don’t see a problem with it. As long as you don’t either.”

It would be very, very foolish of you to believe you could avoid Jason by any means after what happened between you both.

Your cheeks flushed from the night before; all the words he said, the things you’ve done in his awareness over the phone. It was incredible on a hardcore crushing girl’s stand point, but absolutely horrible on your friendship record.

You were both friends, supposed to be friends. The reminder of your bond made your hands tremble, but the recollection of what occurred made your core flush with warmth.

Jason slightly clears his throat before lightly scratching the side of his temple, taking his chance to fill the silence with some desperately required humor. “Y’know, I assumed you’d have had me on my ass right about now.”

“I mean, I totally would’ve,” you sarcastically boast, crossing your arms. “Don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to put all these pieces together first, see if what had happened… if it meant something.”

“It won’t mean anything if you don’t see it like that.” He pitches, his gaze unable to tear away from your rosy cheeks.

God, you’re so pretty. So cute, and quite brave to put yourself in this position.

“Did it mean something to you, mama?” Jason questions before cautiously stepping past your personal bubble, slimming the distance between you both. “You can tell me, I won’t get mad.”

Apprehension steals your nerves, making your throat run dry. You couldn’t help but crave the Jason you talked to over the phone, murmuring such filthy words into your ear through a screen. Things you’ve never considered him saying before, wanting him just as much as you wanted your friend.

Again, another border presented itself to you. This time, with a door behind held open in the center, beckoning you to walk through it.

You’re cute when you’re figuring out what to say. Jason’s smile subtly grew, his eyes scanning every adorable feature of your face.

“It meant a lot,” you finally admit, making him nod slowly after some thought.

“Good,” Jason murmurs, his nose merely inches away from yours, eyes repeatedly flickering down towards your lips with a slow, attractive desire.

His hands ever so carefully caress your sides, giving enough room and chance to slap them away if you needed to. You didn’t want to.

“That’s good, babe.”

His lips slowly settle along yours before you know it, melding against your own with a patient pause, silently pleading for you to accept. You gladly did so, remembering your use of hands as you guide them up to cradle his shoulders.

- -

You both still continued on with this friendship, even if that label was practically meaningless now, quickly washing away with water.

The late night calls and endlessly amusing texts continued, now with the addition of some particularly interesting additions. Full on flirts, pet names, nothing past what you weren’t comfortable with.

Jason kissed you plenty of more times since then, all of which were in precariously different scenarios, randomly falling along the scale of surprise.

During your chances of downtime in private during television commercials, Jason built a habit of catching you off guard via tickling your vulnerable spots, playing into your laughing spell before leaning close, sealing your giggles with a short kiss.

You had to admit to yourself, you often indulged in playing into his interests just for the sole fact of adoring his attention. Which resulted in his boldness shining through in ways you weren’t expecting.

Or, when he simply felt like it.

Most of the time, he just felt like it.

Riskier moments involved him noticing you ‘absentmindedly’ applying lip oil after a few occasional sips of water during your work on the Batcomputer.

You’d catch his gaze from the corner of your eye before giving him an innocent smile, lips glistening with a rosy tint before focusing back towards the screen.

During your work, he’d break your concentration by squeezing along your shoulders. Warm lips graze along your ear, encouraging you to take a break and go on a walk with him, to clear both your heads.

“Jason - Oh my god.” A breathless giggle leaves your lips as your back meets a chilly surface, combating his warm upper torso pressed against your front. A quiet, gloomy, secluded corner in the tower, just shy out of any camera range.

What can he say? He liked the risk, the excitement of sneaking off to steal a few kisses from his favorite girl. Regardless of what you were supposed to be doing.

“Jay, I mean it,�� you exhale, your fingers grasping along the back of his hoodie while his lips tease along your soft neck, inhaling your sweet perfume.

“Dick needs me to—“

“Fuck Dick,” he mutters out with venom in his tone, the tightening clutch of his hands on your hips giving a hard squeeze. “Don’t care ‘bout what he wants. You’re mine right now.”

You’ve never seen him so giddy with attraction before. His smiles growing broader, a pleasant flush of color on the apples of his high cheeks. All he had on his mind was you, his pleasant little distraction from his dreadful hours of therapy every week.

Sometimes, that wouldn’t always be the case.

- -

“Babe.” His quivering exhale over the phone worried you to the very bone one night as you tidied up your apartment, getting a semi-unexpected call from Jason in the midst of a late storm.

He wouldn’t say what was going on, too distressed to comprehend anything over the phone, hiding his painfully obvious sobs on his end. Your aching heart couldn’t handle it, encouraging him to come to your apartment, insisting on staying up to meet him at the front door.

After twenty-five minutes, Jason could barely get a hold on hitting his third knock on the door before it pulled out of reach, your warm arms instantly enveloping his rain soaked body at your doorstep.

He clung to you instantly, sniffling nose breathing in the scent of clean, cozy vanilla and fresh laundry. The scents he associated with comfort, with safety.

“I just needed to get away from it all,” his muffled whimper catches along your shoulder, his voice broken and defeated in a way you rarely hear him.

It takes a while for Jason to calm down, but for him, you’d give him all the time he needed. The two of you sit on the ground, backs settled against the couch with mugs of hot drinks in hand, a comfortable silence bathing both your minds as the rain relentlessly batters along your windows.

Bruce, Dick, Hank, the rest of the Titans. His past even, coming back to haunt him in the worst ways. The reasons varied, but he didn’t voice them. You didn’t need him to voice them, you only needed to understand.

His phone rings, slicing through his settling anxieties until he peeked at the caller ID. He hands you his phone, his gaze pleading with you to answer Gar’s concerned phone call, in which you gladly did so. You soothe both your friend’s worries, telling him that Jason was alright, which was the biggest concern on Gar’s mind.

“I don’t feel comfortable going back,” Jason admits after you hang up, his eyes too focused on the liquid in his coffee cup. “Not now. Not for a while, I think.”

You express your agreement by settling your hand along the back of his palm, giving a gentle squeeze.

“That’s okay,” you reply, watching his gaze linger over towards your hand. “It’s gonna be okay, Jason. You don’t have to go back, not right now.”

He stares on quietly, his head nodding in thanks while pondering over various ideas. Your head turns over your shoulder to peer at the couch. No, not the couch. Not for him.

“Y’know, My bed has two pillows.” You proceed to say, attempting to wind up some awful humor to get the tiniest response of amusement out of him.

Jason glanced at you with a puzzled expression, nearly making you stumble on your words.

“Two.” He repeats, still visibly riddled with confusion.

“Well, more like five,” you shrug after quickly sipping some of your tea, trying to save yourself from further embarrassment. “But one of them just might have your name on it.”

His lips slightly curls into a tired smile, accepting your offer within that very moment.

- -

It made the most logical sense to assume that after a hot shower, Jason didn’t intend to go straight to sleep with you in your bed.

He found you in mid process pulling back the blankets and adjusting pillows, bent over along hands and knees over your bed.

You failed to register Jason’s presence behind you after you slip off, turning around with a sudden gasp from the scare.

He smirks, quietly watching your eyes immediately gaze along his shirtless figure, down to where he had slid on some sweatpants.

There it was; those tiny embers of arousal in your eyes that formed when you returned his gaze. A flame whirring to life in your innocent little head, tainted with memories of words he’s told you in confidence, leaving you aching for more.

His towel dried hair clung to beads of water like gemstones, residual droplets rippling down his toned arms and chest.

The front of your sleep shirt grew damp with water when Jason clutches you close by your hips, his lips meeting yours without a second longer of wait.

The height difference, coupled with his physique looming over when he kissed you had you leaning back, your hands slowly bracing against the mattress before you suffer a clumsy fall.

Jason’s forearms braced along the spaces beside your head at first, shadowing over your body like a broad, protective layer once you laid down. A hand grasps along your hip, tips of his fingers lightly trailing along the seam of your shorts before grasping your thigh, raising it up along his side.

“Don’t worry,” he rasps along your ear, picking up on the nervous shudder in your breathing. “I’ll be easy. Just been dyin’ to taste you.”

Your hand quickly grasps hold of his, painfully tense fingers wanting to pry them away from your hip. He paused, his head looming over yours with a noticeably concerned expression.

Feeling guilty, you prepare to say it’s accidental, attempting to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Jason, I—“ You open your mouth to testify, but he gently shushes you.

“No - shit. It’s my bad,” he exhales. “You don’t feel ready. That’s okay, we don’t gotta do anything.”

Damn him for tainting your mind with such erotic promises all before. Your arousal proceeded to get the better of you, despite his consideration on your behalf.

“Is their anything we can do?” Your pleading eyes made him groan a curse out from under his breath. Damn him for his waning control.

He kisses you again, trying really hard to hide his growing smile. Right, you’re his little eager girl, mentally ruined by his never subtle advances.

“We can try something, if you up to it.” He proposes, gazing down on you with a warm, hungry glimmer in his eyes.

“Like what?”

“Something that doesn’t require taking clothes off, but you gotta trust me.”

Chaste kisses lead towards a passionately drawn out make out, bodies shifting in between the blankets. An arm settles around your torso, slow fingers cupping and squeezing your breasts through your shirt.

Your breathing settles from soothing words whispered against your ear, but nothing could settle your raging heart from the fingers that slipped underneath your shorts, teasing along your damp underwear before easing them aside.

Warm slick quickly coats his fingers, a pleased little hum leaving Jason’s throat shortly after.

“Almost feel a little sorry for you. Havin’ to use a toy to get yourself off, babe.” He mumbled between your little whimpers.

His middle finger lightly brushes over your swollen clit, making you wince. Smirking, he repeats the action a few more times, watching your hips slightly tense and jolt.

It was nothing like when you touched yourself, barely managing to stroke along your own clit for a few seconds before the sensitivity grew too much. Jason was relentless, leaving you completely at his mercy to touch you how he pleased.

His fingers pry your smooth, velvety lips open before dipping a finger inside, groaning lustfully against your neck as your virgin walls eagerly squeeze around his digit.

All you could do as his victim was whimper and take it, too embarrassed to beg for more, too shy to reach behind and take him in hand, urging him to fill you.

Jason's restraint on his own vocals grows thinner by the minute, his ragged groans vibrating along your skin as he listens to your eager little virgin hole cry out for something more, begging to be fucked and stretched to the limit. An unabashed excitement at seeing you fall apart from his doing alone was the perfect distraction, muddling his frustrations into dying whispers.

Seeing you as you are, sprawled along Jason's spread legs, hitching pitiful whimpers as he fucks a second finger into your sopping cunt had him seething with arousal. His cock painfully begging to be free from his sweats.

“I bet your tiny hands can’t reach like mine can, but I know my cock will,” he mumbled before kissing you. His thumb draws relentless circles on your little nub while fantasizing about what he’d do to your pussy.

You writhe in his lap, moaning freely against his lips as his fingers buck further into you. Your inconsistent grinding of your ass forced some much needed friction on his cock, angrily throbbing in his sweats.

“Y’think this little pussy is ready to take me yet?” he coos at you, as though his fingers aren’t digging into your cunt and rubbing along your heated walls, crooking them just right as his palm relentlessly stimulates your nub.

“D-Don’t say that,” you pitifully whine, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“Shhh, just prepping you, babe. That’s all we’re doin’ tonight.”

Your hips twitching, your head pressing back against his shoulder.

Jason only chuckled at those pretty, teary lashes flutter when he thrusts his fingers faster, grunting along with your choked moan when your hips buck once more.

“Jason, fuck- oh my God. Please don’t stop.”

He felt himself aching during his slurred words, but he set himself aside. Right now, his main priority was his sweet little Princess getting exactly what she deserves.

“I’m not stoppin’, mama. Y’can count on that.”

[lipglossanon]

You’re All I’ve Got Tonight

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part i

office exec!Leon S. Kennedy x personal assistant fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, kissing, nipple/breast play, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie

Actually looked over with a second pair of eyes by the ever lovely @rex122303 ✌️ you have my unwavering devotion 🙇‍♀️

title from You're All I’ve Got Tonight by The Cars

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You’ve been giving Leon the cold shoulder since that scandalous night in his office. You know it’s not his fault he was suddenly called up by the CEO to handle some business altercation out of state. 

But he could have called you or left a message or, hell, he could have emailed you. So when he shows up a week later, you’re short and to the point, never staying late and always disappearing if it looks like you’ll be alone with him. 

If he’s frustrated with you, you don’t really care (you do, but you’ll never admit it). He’s still cordial, still touchy feely when he can get away with it, like when brushing past you in the boardroom, but you stay firmly polite even if his touch makes you press your thighs together. 

It all comes to a head a few weeks later when an overnight trip to a business summit’s announced for the small team under Leon’s advisement. This small team also includes you, much to your chagrin. So you prep and plan, making sure all the emails are filled with the correct dossiers and agendas for each individual person and marking off the calendar accordingly. 

Leon tries to corner you time and again as you get everything setup, but you’re able to duck out of it every single time. You know it’s not very mature of you to avoid him, but you still feel embarrassed about the reaction you had when he ghosted you, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault. Your pride took one hit already, so now you’re just trying to avoid another. 

The date for the summit arrives far too quickly and you’re all holed up in the rental van to drive out of the city to the nearby retreat that’s hosting. You make small talk with Ark, a really sweet guy who works in IT. He’s friendly without being overbearing so the drive passes by comfortably although not quickly. 

Arriving at the retreat, everyone piles out of the van, grabs their luggage, and makes their way to the front desk. Bad luck on your part lands you at the end of the line standing next to Leon. Surprisingly, he doesn’t try to chat you up or anything, just scrolling on his phone with a little furrow between his brows. You stare ahead watching as the rest of the team grab their room keys and disappear further into the foyer.  

“Hi there and welcome! Checking in?”

The perky brunette behind the desk smiles at you, making you smile back, but before you open your mouth Leon steps in front of you. 

“Hi! Checking in for Kennedy.”

Your smile tightens as you side step so you’re standing a little behind Leon now. The lady sends you a quick sympathetic look as she types in his name. 

“You’re all set, sir,” she hands him a keycard, “if you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”

She turns to you and repeats the same greeting making you internally wince in sympathy as she types in your information. Her smile falters and eventually drops into a confused frown. 

“I’m terribly sorry, but it seems like your party has all checked in and there are no more rooms available,” she types for a few more seconds before turning back to you with an apologetic smile, “and seeing as we’re fully booked, you can check and see if one of your colleagues—“

“She can room with me,” Leon offers flippantly, giving the brunette another smile, before turning back to his phone, “it’s not a big deal.”

She turns to you, eyebrows raised in question and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’ll be fine,” you plaster a fake smile on and look over at Leon, “I appreciate it, Mr. Kennedy.”

He gives you a smarmy little grin, “Not a problem, madam secretary.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn back in time to grab the spare keycard. 

The young woman rattles off the same spiel as you grab your luggage, “If you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”

You follow Leon through the foyer and over to the elevators, thanking your lucky stars no one from your office will actually see that you’re bunking with the boss. Butterflies threaten to flutter in your chest but you tamp them down, not letting yourself get swept away like last time. 

Leon lets you stew in your own thoughts as you enter the tenth floor, leading you down the hall to the room you’ll be sharing. He unlocks the door and holds it open, gesturing for you to enter first. You nod and roll your luggage case in behind you only to stop dead in the little hallway into the room. 

“There’s just one bed,” you blurt out, disbelief sweeping over you. 

Leon walks up next to you, letting the door swing shut. 

“Oh wow, that’s really unfortunate,” he shrugs, sounding a little too blasé. 

You squint at his side profile, “I’ll see if they can send in a roller bed—“

Leon scoffs, “Look it’s a king size bed, we can share like civilized adults.”

You purse your lips, “Mmhmm, and it’s not just awfully convenient we ran out of rooms for everyone and now we just happen to have to share a bed?”

Leon grins at you, the one that always makes those damn butterflies flutter.

“Just really weird co-winky-dinks,” his grin widens when you fight the smile wanting to slip out, instead giving him another eye roll. 

“Okay,” you throw your hands up with a sigh, “it’s only a short weekend trip.”

One of the reasons you’ve been avoiding Leon is it’s so easy to slip into the comfortable back and forth you’ve already built up. So it’s next to no time before he’s already weaseled a laugh out of you with his shitty one liner jokes. You’re a little nervous now that you’re kinda back on friendly terms, especially after you explained yourself. 

Now, he’s ordering room service for you both while you jump in the shower, letting yourself spend some extra time on shaving and primping before leaving the bathroom. Not for any ulterior motives or anything you think to yourself as you finish putting on your moisturizer. 

When you come out of the bathroom, Leon slips past you and shuts the door. You see that he hasn’t eaten yet, deciding to wait on you to finish up, which makes you feel warm and fuzzy at the thoughtful gesture. So you wait in turn, drinking some water as you channel surf, settling on a show about an elderly mystery writer who always stumbles upon a murder that needs solving. 

You’re pretty engrossed with J.B. Fletcher’s hunt for the killer, but when Leon steps out of the bathroom he draws all of your attention. His face is obscured as he dries his hair with a towel, leaving you to ogle his bare chest and toned stomach with his low slung sweats sitting on his hips, his happy trail catching your eye last. 

You make sure to be looking away by the time he drops the towel around his shoulders. 

“You should’ve went ahead,” he nudges your side, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

“Eh, just thought I’d wait,” you smile at him, nudging him back as he grabs one of the food containers. 

You grab another container and you both watch the rest of the show as you eat a late dinner. After tossing the trash away, you brush your teeth side by side at the double sinks, and find your way into bed. 

After settling underneath the blankets, Leon rolls over and props his head up on his palm. 

“So no goodnight kiss?” 

You roll over to mirror him, eyes taking in his half smile and damp fringe. 

“What makes you think you should get a goodnight kiss?” 

“Lots of reasons,” his hands shoot out to grab your waist, yanking you into his body. 

“I think you owe me a lot of making up, honey,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your cheek. 

One heated kiss leads to another and before you know it—

“Oh god,” you whine, grinding slowly against Leon. 

His cock is trapped in your panties, rubbing all along your dripping slit as he ruts against your cunt. His back rests against the headboard of the hotel room bed with you straddling his lap. 

You’ve been like this for an hour already; his lap and your thighs are soaked in slick and precum. 

“S’good,” he mutters under his breath, dilated eyes watching your tits jiggle, “wanna stay like this for the rest of the weekend.”

Goosebumps trail down your arms as you shiver, body completely bare except for your panties. 

“What about the presentation, sir? The actual summit?”

Leon grins lazily, dragging his eyes up to your face, “What about’em? I’m just trying to hump this little pussy.”

You whimper and rock against him harder.

The grin on his face widens, “Yeah, you like it too, like my fat cock rubbing all over this soaked cunt.”

“Leon,” your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes clenched shut.

“I wanna slide it in, but this feels too good,” he grunts, feeling your clit catch on the tip of his dick, “c’mere and let me suck on those tits, know you like that.”

You rock forward, pressing your chest out as his mouth leans up to suck on your hard nipples. He groans low in his chest as his lips and tongue work one hard bud while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. Your hips give short little thrusts as sharp bolts of arousal buzz in your clit. 

Sloppy sounds of sucking fill the room along with your pants and whines as Leon lathes your breasts with his attention. 

“Leon I want it, want your cock in me, please,” you gasp out as he bites your nipple and runs his tongue across it over and over until you’re squirming against him. 

“Think you deserve it?” he kisses across your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin as he swaps to the other nipple.  

“Please, want it, I’m so empty,” you whine.

“You've been ignoring me, honey,” he mockingly pouts up at you, lips swollen and hair messy, “outright avoiding me, I’d say.”

“You were mean,” you whine and he pinches your nipples hard making you buck against him.

“I’m being sweet now, aren’t I?” he grunts, sliding his fat cock into your pussy making you squeal from the stretch.

He’s so much bigger than you remember, making your back bow, head tipped back and mouth open, panting while he bullies his dick deeper and deeper into your pussy until he’s bottoming out.

He shushes you as you sink down on his dick with a low cry, “Such a good girl for me. Damn, missed this tight little pussy.”

You shove your breasts into his face making him growl, hands tightening on your hips, sinking you fully down on his cock. Leon’s mouth hotly kisses across your tits, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Groaning, he suckles your nipples eagerly until you’re bouncing on his dick. 

You let your hands sink into his soft hair, rocking your hips down hard onto his lap. Mewling, you tug on the silky strands as Leon’s tongue laps across your swollen nipples making you squirm. His hands move up to your waist as he humps your hot wet pussy, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt.

Feeling over sensitive, you try to pull his head away from your chest but he only groans, suckling your hard bud deeper into his mouth. His cock kicks and throbs as you slump forward, smooshing your tits into his face. 

“Leon, they’re g’nna be so sore,” you gasp as he nips at the swell of your breasts before pulling away. 

“But you like it, squeezing down on me so tight,” he grins, shaking the hair from his face as he tilts his head up, “now kiss me, sweetheart.”

You whine in the back of your throat and drop your mouth down on his. You feel as Leon scrapes his teeth against your bottom lip. He moans, licking into your mouth, tongue running along yours teasingly. 

He tugs you closer and closer, the kisses becoming more sloppy with spit dripping past your swollen lips. He chuckles when your fingers drop from his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him forward til there’s no space between you. 

Pulling away for a breath, Leon just tugs you back in for another messy kiss, his hot tongue licking into you again and again.

“Been driving me up the wall, wanted to talk to you so bad,” he lets his head fall back to rest against the headboard as you grind dirtily against him, “had the best sex of my life and when I came back you pretended I didn’t even exist, honey.”

“‘m sorry, sir,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his cock grinds just right against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, “just got into my own head.”

“S’okay,” he coos up at you, letting one of his hands drop down and tease your swollen clit, “just gonna let this sweet pussy milk a nice thick load outta me.”

“Yeah, yeah, gonna milk your cock so good,” you slur, arching your back so your breasts brush against his mouth. 

He snarls and bites at your soft tits, “That’s it, squeeze my cock.”

You whine, body jerking as he pinches and rubs your pudgy clit, sucking each of your nipples between his teeth to run his tongue across them. The coil in your belly’s winding tighter and tighter as Leon teases your nipples and clit at the same time. 

“Oh,” you gasp out, “g’nna cum, Leon—“

A low cry spills from your mouth as you clamp down on Leon’s dick, pussy walls fluttering and milking his throbbing cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“So sexy,” Leon’s hips thrust up into your squelching pussy, “so fucking sexy. Gonna make me cum, baby. Y’ready?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, digging your nails into his chest making him curse under his breath and bury his cock into your sopping wet hole. 

You feel rope after rope of hot, sticky cum spurt inside your cunt, stuffing you so full that it leaks out around his throbbing cock. 

“Beautiful,” he places open mouthed kisses across your clavicle up to your neck, letting his tongue tease across your skin, “such a good girl for me.”

You sigh, feeling blissed out and utterly satisfied. He tugs your head down to kiss you softly at the corner of your mouth.  

“If you want, just relax and I’ll bring a cloth in to clean you up.”

You smile at him sleepily, “Wanna snuggle.”

He returns your sleepy smile with a small one of his own, “You got it, sweetheart.” 

[justmeinatree]

A Hard Man To Lose

Summary : part 2 to Teasing Louis Request … the smut.

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.4k

A/N : a day late, a buck short 😬 .. just realizing now that i was supposed to post this yesterday. stoner brain is real yall, and my memory SUCKS. enjoy ✌️

niall walks up to you, slinging his arm around your shoulders, happy, drunken smile gracing his mouth, “coming back to mine tonight, right ?”

your eyebrows furrow, because you are absolutely, positively certain that you’d never spoken about staying over at his place. “uhh, i am ?”

“yeah, i figured,” niall shrugs, “we have breakfast with mam tomorrow, remember ? ya always spend the night.” 

he’s right. fuck. he is absolutely right. you always end up staying with your brother the night before meeting your mum, saving you the extra trip to and from the city.

“christ, ya don’t have to look so disappointed,” he laughs, “have other plans or something ?”

instinctively, you shake your head. you know how important it is to louis that niall not find out tonight. and it seems as though the universe wants to cockblock the hell out of you. “no, no, i just forgot is all. surprised me. i was expecting to go home, have a cozy night in after this,” you quickly lie, trying to hide the severe level of disappointment.

niall leaves a wet, smacking kiss on your cheek, “got me tonight instead,” he smiles playfully, patting your shoulder, before sauntering off to chat with someone you honestly didn’t recognize.

you use the opportunity to go find louis, slithering through the people, noting him by the bar. walking right up to him, your body pressed against his, arm resting against his shoulder, as he’s sat at the one of the stools.

his head snaps, not expecting anyone to lean into him, taking a big sigh of relief when he notices you, “fuckin hell, darling, scared me.”

“sorry,” you giggle, biting your lip, “m’not gonna be able to sneak off with you tonight. have to spend the night at my brother’s,” you groan.

louis’ eyebrows furrow for a moment, before standing, looking through the crowd to make sure niall’s nowhere near, his left arm wrapping around your back, hand landing on your hip, pulling you close, “don’t want to let this opportunity slip. m’gonna take care of this,” he murmurs against your ear.

your eyes flutter shut, senses invaded with louis. his fresh scent, masked with the lingering vodka from earlier. the firmness in his grip. the warm puffs of air as he speaks, hitting the delicate skin of your neck. the command he seems to already have over you, his towering height helping the allusion. “what are you going to do ?”

his other hand lands on the side of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw, making you look up at him, lips ghosting yours as he speaks, “promise me right now that you can be very fucking quiet tonight.”

you can almost feel your pupils dilating, breath leaving your lungs, hands gripping fistfuls of his shirt, as your teeth dart out to nibble into his bottom lip, “promise, fuck, i promise.”

“good girl,” louis coos, hand dropping from your neck to your upper chest, thumb and forefinger spread to cup the base of your throat, holding you in place as he takes a step away from you. “now, m’gonna go invite myself to your brother’s place,” he smirks, walking off in niall’s general direction, leaving you stunned and catching your breath, reaching for his unfinished beer, and polishing it off.

louis walks up to niall, smiling wide, too wide. niall knows something is coming as he hears, “can i crash at yours ?”

“what’s wrong with your place ?” niall asks, both of them knowing full well that louis would end up at niall’s regardless of whether or not he was properly invited. but niall still played the same game every time, not wanting it to be too easy for him.

“s’too far,” louis groans, “c’mon, please. s’not like you dont have the space. and we both know you love the company.”

niall rolls his eyes, not wanting to admit that it was true. simply because he would never live that down with louis. “gotta take the couch though. my sister’s got the spare room tonight.”

“fine by me,” louis smiles wide, “thanks mate.”

and that’s how louis’ ended up sneaking into the guest room of niall’s house, slithering his way into the bed with you, lips mingling with yours instantly.

you groan into his mouth, fingers gripping tightly in his hair, throwing your leg over his hip. you couldn’t help yourself, you’d been waiting at a shot with louis for over a decade, and now here he was, kissing you just as, if not more, eagerly. 

“louis,” you breathe against his lips, your heel pressing into his bum, trying to feel more of him, needing to feel more of him. he’d left you so incredibly horny back at the bar, you were fucking craving him, “want you, please.”

“impatient little thing, you,” louis chuckles breathily, rolling himself on top of you, your legs opening instinctively to allow him space. 

louis’ mouth trails open mouth kisses from your chin, down your jaw to your ear, nibbling on the shell, and taking tentative little licks. you could feel his hot panting breath, a shiver running down your spine, shooting straight for your pussy.

you were clenching, trying to buck your hips under his weight, needing to feel more of him. with the alcohol coursing through your veins, your brain already fuzzy with louis, louis, louis. a part of you was flabbergasted that this was even happening. that finally, fucking finally, your advances towards him were being reciprocated.

truth is, you would never have let yourself chase after a man for so long. but you knew he was interested, you could feel it radiating off of him. and now that you’re actually privy to the reason why, you’re happy that you hadn’t read the situation wrong, and he’s not completely disinterested in you. but also angry that your brother would stand in your way of potentially being with someone so right for you.

the feeling of his breath, warming your skin. the sound of his voice, breathy groans, and soft moans. the tickling wisps of his hair against your neck and chest. the weight of his body as it perfectly moulds with yours. the firmness of his grip, hands now roaming under your shirt, over your hips, up your sides, cupping your breasts.

a small whimper escapes your throat, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. your face presses into the top of louis’ head, buried in his hair, willing yourself to be as quiet as possible. 

the downside, however, being that you’re absolute shite at staying quiet. it was something you had a hard time controlling. it’s like if your brain shuts down, your body taking over and doing whatever it needs. loud moans being one of the things it seems to need.

“lets take this off, yeah ?” louis asks quietly, slipping your shirt as high as he can, helping you lift your body from the bed, to take it off completely. as soon as his eyes fall on your breasts, nipples pert from the attention they’d just gotten, a groan rumbles from his chest, eyes fluttering shut, mouth suctioning to your skin.

he was everywhere. from your nipple to the valley between your tits, to the swell of the underside. it’s like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to be. louis’ been so deeply in denial of his feelings towards you, not letting himself truly feel, in a way to avoid disappointment, and tonight felt like the dam finally breaking from all the pressure. he couldn’t focus, too preoccupied with touching, licking, nipping, at every single inch of your body, not wanting to leave any bit untouched.

your mind was reeling. it was so much louis, you didn’t know how to even begin focusing. your skin was tingling, prickling, fuck you felt like your entire body was about to burst like a firework. your heat was throbbing, clit aching, hips bucking into him, as you plead, “need more, louis, please. please give me more.”

louis’ forehead rests against your stomach, eyes closed, taking a calming breath. christ, he thinks he could cum in his pants just hearing you beg for him. the sheer desperation in your tone, hearing his name slip from your lips in such a sensual way. his nails dig into your skin, taking a moment to centre himself, to ground himself, because fuck, this was really happening and there was no way he was going to let himself cum too early.

“fuck, beautiful girl, say that again,” he breathes, needing to hear it all over, as his hands slip into the waist of your pants, shuffling them down your legs. 

“please, louis,” you whimper, legs trembling, your cunt clenching hard with the cool waft of air hitting your most sensitive parts, a dribble of arousal bubbling from your entrance.

louis’ eyes were locked on your centre, the sound of your voice hitting his ear drums, his mind turned to mush. his hands grip into your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart as far as they’ll comfortably go, tongue darting out to wet his lips, watching the glisten of your soaked pussy.

gaze stuck to you, louis’ fingers reach out, tentatively swirling through your folds, gathering some of your arousal, and spreading it all over your labia and clit. with another clench, and another drip of arousal, louis bites his lip, fingers twitching for more.

a tug of your hands on his shirt pulls him from his trance, eyes snapping up to meet yours as you mumble, “want you naked too, please.”

“so fuckin polite, how can i say no to you ?” he hums, shuffling himself out of his clothes, his shirt then his pants, his cock bobbing up against his stomach. instantly, you reach out, hand wrapping around his prick, giving a few slow but solid strokes. 

you notice his eyes flutter shut, a moan of relief echoing through the room, as you notice his shoulders relax, drips of precum accumulating at his tip.

your thumb flicks over the head, gathering the thick liquid, before your hand leaves him entirely, sucking your finger into your mouth.

louis watches as you hum around your thumb, your tongue poking out from between your lips as it swirls through your mouth, tasting him, “taste so good,” you groan, fingers reaching out for more.

he’s quick to grip your wrist however, a shiver running through his body, “m’so fuckin worked up, darling. m’not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he explains, all those years of pent up frustration rushing to the surface.

you nod, understanding, as you also feel like you’re about to fucking burst. as he lets go of your wrist, your hand grips onto louis’ hip, pulling him closer to you, and with a few swipes of his dick through your sopping folds, the tip was breaching your entrance.

in one fell swoop, his cock is entirely seethed inside you, a loud moan reverberated through the room. instantly, louis’ mouth is on yours, muffling any sounds that may threaten to escape.

“gotta be quiet, lovely,” he coos against your lips, cock unmoving inside you, as he takes a moment to calm his heart rate, feeling your walls spasm around him.

“please move,” you whimper, entire body trembling, nails digging into his skin, the sudden fullness fuzzing your brain.

with louis’ elbows rested against the mattress on either side of your head, fingertips playing soothingly in your hair, he takes a bite at your bottom lip, tugging on it, his hips rolling at a steady rhythm.

“christ, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, feeling your pussy suck him back in with every thrust.

you moan, attempting to stay quiet, your body completely overheated, orgasm already forming in the pit of your stomach, your inebriated brain unable to focus long enough to hold anything back.

louis notices. notices you losing your senses. notices the breathy whines getting more urgent. notices the fluttering in your tummy. notices the added slickness to his thrusts. notices the roll in your eyes. notices the sting of your nails in his skin. notices the clamping down of your cunt. 

and in one final greedy moment, one of his hands grips the underside of your knee, pressing it up to your chest. his cock instantly slides its way into you, impossibly deeper, a loud gasping moan, knocking the air straight out of your lungs, orgasm crashing over you.

“fuck,” louis groans, louder than he’d like, your cunt clamping down on his member in a vice grip. with his mouth on yours again, willing you to quiet down, his request falling on deaf ears, the ringing in your brain too loud to even hear him.

“shh, you’re okay darling,” he coos, as you seem to relax a bit, his cock still delving deep inside you.

“fuck, louis,” you whine, bottom lip trembling, “can’t stop, fuck, i can’t stop.”

and for a moment, he’s confused as to what you’re referring to. that is, until the clench of your cunt picks up momentum, “christ, are you cumming again ?”

you nod around a whimper, tucking your face in his neck, body wracking through another strong orgasm, louis joining you over the edge, not a minute later.

through a mess of breathy moans and pants, both of you staying as quiet as possible, you make your way down from your high, light sheen of sweat sticking your bodies together. louis gently peels himself from your body, leaving a series of pecking kisses over your nose, lips, and chin, as he pulls his cock out of you.

he smiles softly at you, leaning down to nibble on your lip, murmuring, “you’re fucking irresistible. can’t get enough of you.”

you hum, a shy smile gracing your lips, giggling quietly, “we can do that again sometime right ?”

“that, and much much more. do this again when we can take our sweet fuckin time,” he chuckles. “think nialler heard us ?” he asks.

“oh, he heard you,” you both hear muffled through the wall, eyes growing wide, strong blush taking over your cheeks, as you both burst out in an embarrassed laugh, slightly too blissed out at the moment to really care about the consequences of being caught.

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Masterlist

tags : @gorlsinmultifandoms @cc-horan

[tacticalhimbo]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @despitethecold ! I come bearing a gift for you, courtesy of @gtafest !

Your prompts were GORG and I loved them all, but I saw your suggestion of a very Lester Christmas(tm), and decided to give him some love because he's underrated imo <3

Also because complex holiday feelings and complex feelings surrounding disability... felt 😔✌️

But I promise this has a happy ending :} Hope you enjoy it!

WORDS: 1.1K FANDOM(S): Grand Theft Auto 5 WARNINGS: Mentions of Internalized Ableism, Post-Game Plot (Ending C/Deathwish)

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Let me know if you’d like a more permanent copy of this, too! I’m always happy to provide a PDF version of the writings I do!

[NEOCITIES MIRROR]

Life keeps ticking. That’s what everyone says, isn’t it? That life’s some great climb; you only get one, so live it to your fullest! Hell, he brought into that ideal briefly–thought it would make things in his personal life better. But it didn’t. And now that the snow began to fall in the once tropical streets of Los Santos, and the neighboring homes began to glisten with multicolored strings and twinkling lights, Lester realized that yet another year had rushed by.

He was just another year closer to the inevitable.

It hurt when it’d hit him. Punched him in the gut as the realization sunk and kept sinking. It was going to be harder to get out of the house now, more than it already was given the crumbling steps in front of his home and the lack of reliable transportation now that… he was alone. Back to ol’ reliable: Solitude. Isolation. The status of a ghost, as everyone else had to go off the radar after The Big One™. What was done was done, and it was done for good. Michael and Trevor seemed to have made up enough to not kill each other in the end–truly a Christmas miracle, if one was to ask Lester–and Franklin decided that he was done with this sort of life. He struck gold, and decided after all the shit he’d been through… enough was enough. He wasn’t going to throw it all away because he got a luckier break than his counterparts. Or so Lester had thought, until he’d caught a glimpse of movement outside the door. A blip on the security screen. Tired hands reached up to adjust thinly-framed glasses, eyes squinting to account for the change in focus. When they did, a finger slid to enable the microphone.

“Franklin? What are you doing here?”

The bundled-up man outside looked around, then up to the corner. His head tilted until he’d noticed the camera staring back at him.

“Hey! Lester. What’s good man, was wonderin’ what you were up to. I was in the area and… you know, figured I’d drop by.” 

Not a lie; not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is… Franklin missed the camaraderie, despite the intense arguments and the chaos that often ensued. He missed the opportunity; the feeling of being busy and having a purpose beyond everything he’d settled into. One thing was certain enough, though: There was no way in Hell he was going home for the holidays. Denise would have his head if he’d suddenly shown up after fucking off to his new home in the hills–after all, she’d finally gotten what she wanted: peace and quiet and a home to herself. Lamar and him were still on rocky terms after everything, too. Sure, they’d more or less made up, but there was still tension in the air; a stiff sense of betrayal that’d left a bitter taste on their tongues. And beyond that… The Unholy Trinity were all Franklin really had. With them gone their separate ways, the best option–besides spending the holidays miserable and alone–was with the one connection he knew he had.

And it went both ways.

“Alright, fine, come in.” A few button presses. A click. The door unlocked and Franklin was more than happy to step into the warmth that’d awaited. Hands finally left his pockets, rubbing together rapidly to take it all in. The friction alone generated enough heat to warm his palms, whilst the interior’s stiffness brought the backs to an equal temperature.

“Surprised nobody else stopped by. Woulda thought…��

Lester wheeled himself from the computer and to the cluttered living area. When he got to the threshold, he felt along the wall until the hilt of his cane fell into his hands. He took a moment, adjusting the placement, before using it to pull himself up and lazily push the chair back.

“Michael’s been handling things with his family, and Trevor… well… he’s doing his own thing I’m sure.”

“You doin’ your own thing too?”

“Something like that. You know, I’m… surprised you’re here. Figured you would have found some chaos to dig yourself into.”

A lighthearted, albeit stilted, laugh from Franklin. “Nah… Flyin’ solo for now.”

Curiosity. “And your first thought was to come here to resolve that?”

Well, when Lester put it like that… it sounded pathetic. Sad. Bitter. And perhaps it was. The subtle disavowing of his own worth, and the subtle chiding of Franklin’s loneliness. There was recognition in it. An intimate understanding of what it felt like to be alone while the world around you kept moving. Franklin sighed and shrugged, finding himself skirting around the question in an attempt to guide the conversation elsewhere.

“Well, it’s on the way up to Mirror Park. When Lamar and I were kids, we’d always walk up that way and look at all the decorations people put up–’course I drove down here and parked somewhere else. Wasn’t about to haul my ass down from the Hills–but he’s got his own thing going, and sometimes walking alone’s just… you know, relaxing.”

“Can think as much or as little as you want, that it?” A subtle vulnerability; an acknowledgment of understanding.

“Exactly.” A pause. “You wanna come? Could be fun laughing at all the tacky blow-up Santas and shit.”

And as much as Lester wanted to say yes, he knew all too well going out in the cold and walking was not an option. Nowadays, walking was hardly an option as is; everything fucking hurt and the more he lingered on his feet idly chatting about the prospect, the more he felt like just laying down and trying to sleep it off. Was it the best way to manage the pain? No, but it beat the amount of medications he was taking just to ‘stay functional’ while overseeing the Unholy Trinity’s shenanigans. Now, it was down to the bare essentials, and even then…

“Look, Franklin, I appreciate the gesture. Really. But… Ah, fuck it.” 

It wasn’t worth rehashing. Not to him; Franklin, however, noticed the hesitation backing his words. The subtle but visible discomfort as Lester pressed on toward the door.

“Hey–hold up. Let me go get my car.” A pause. “Does your chair fold?”

He paused.

“That old thing? Never got around to getting one that could. Figured most of my work was done in-house and I’ve never been interested in going around the city and witnessing all these… whiny West Coast douchebags.” A subtle smile followed by laughter from Franklin.

“Man, fuck you–this whiny West Coast douchebag’s trying to be a good friend and this is the thanks I get?” A lighthearted jab–Franklin was already in the midst of pulling out his keys and stepping out the door. “Listen. I’ll go get my car, ride us up to the little lot by the park, and we’ll take it from there, yeah?”

“... Alright, fine. Only because you twisted my arm. And, uh, thanks Franklin.”

[pixeechix21]

Theo nott x reader

Academic rivals and you really need to de-stress good thing great minds think alike 😋✌️

Ps im a wee bit tipsy n idk how to think rn so let use our ✨imagination✨ I love yall xxox

You're in the Hogwarts library and you're super stressed. So stressed you can't focus and this isn't the moment for you to get side tracked especially when he's studying as hard as you if not harder than you. 

In a corner nearby you hear a frustrated shout and the thudding of books being thrown. Getting up I cautiously look around the corner. By a set of empty tables is a hunched over figure running his hands through his hair. “Hey everything okay?” You ask shyly to walk up to them. 

“No.” his voice is all too familiar. The voice that haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies. I pick up the books, setting them on the table. “I keep on getting distracted,” he admits. I can see the bags under his eyes, probably reflecting those under my eyes. In the low light of the library and the dark outside he looks like a ghost from the ancient times we study about. His skin glows warmly and his eyes are shadowed. I find my breath hitching in my throat as he looks up at me with a certain look in his eyes. 

“If it helps I'm stressed I can't focus either,” you say helplessly. He pushes his chair back, his usually neat clothes are wrinkled, shirt pulled out and tie slightly undone. There's a sudden urge to fix it for him. Without a second thought my hand reaches out and pulls on his tie lightly loosening it. His deep eyes look at mine, surprised at me cold hands working his tie. Lowly I whisper to him, “I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He chuckles lightly, amused his hand rests on my waist. His tie finally undone and I keep hold of him. His proximity is electrifying. In the quiet of the library I can't seem to keep my thoughts from him. 

As if he has read my mind he starts, “there's this. This. This thing, person, that I can't keep off my mind. Wherever I go, whenever I try to not to think about them they just Weaste their way into the very crevasse of my deepest-” his fingers dig in a little tighter, “-depraved parts of me.” I bite my bottom lip. “Your turn,” he says, eyes looking at my lips then back to my hooded eyes.

“Hmmm.” I hum, sleep deprived and drunk on the feeling of his possessive hold snaking its way under my shirt. His fingers holding on to my bare skin, burning that spot deliciously with his touch. “I feel, I don't know.. I feel tense and stressed. You see there's this guy,” his eyebrows prick up interested, “he consumes my thoughts to the point where I can't focus,” I aggressively plant my hand on his chest, smiling as I slip into his lap as he pulls me closer. 

“Tell me who this guy is?” It's barely audible with the pulsing of blood in my ears. 

“If I tell you you have to promise not to tell anyone, He's the only one that can help my dire situation,” I mockingly plead, a dark look comes over him. Underneath me he shifts himself holding me down to feel him securely.

“I can't promise anything,” his hot breath tickles my neck. Asmall kiss marks where his lips were. I try so hard not to moan in relife at the feeling of him. “But I can promise i can relive some of that… stress,” hes mi.iteres away from my lips. Our breaths are one and the same. I didn't have a single helpful thought before and I don't have one now. I kiss him. Our lips meet in a tangled mess of need and desperation. I needed this. His hands pushing me into him forcing all coherent thoughts of the test out of my kind for good.

[17-noodlebird]

World Five = The Tranquil Paradise Of Harmonia

☮️🌼🪘🦅🦤🌴✌️🕊️🥭

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Jewel: Charoite

Power: Ghost

Color: Lilac

Theme: Peace-Loving Hippie Culture & Birds

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Objective:

Solve the dispute between the flying birds and the flightless birds and restore peace, love, and harmony to Harmonia once and for all.

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Chapter V: Peace Was Never An Option

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The fifth episode/chapter pays homage to mobile games such as Angry Birds, as well as the tropical island resorts tourists visit for the breathtaking scenery, and even the counterculture of the 1960’s, including the famous Woodstock music festival, advocacies for peace and love, the New Age movement, and New Wave music. It also serves as a polyamorous retelling of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

The episode begins with the Magical Digital Van parking at the Digital Airport’s parking garage on the second floor. It's surprisingly crowded with other cars as the anonymous NPCs all seem to be having the same idea as the members of Team Circus. As everyone unpacks their luggage from the van, Pomni, carrying her cute little Gummigoo plushie, is oddly the most excited as it's been a really long time since she's flown in an actual airplane. Ragatha and Bubble are trying to calm down a really nervous Caine, as he has never been on an airplane before. The dimensional diplomats also try to reassure Caine that everything will be okay, feeling relatable sympathy for the poor ringmaster.

As they head into the airport, which is bustling with NPCs all booking a flight, the members of Team Circus each wait in line to receive their tickets to a designated flight that they've been assigned to; apparently, their next destination has to be reached by plane as it's a tropical island that no paved road can reach. They all converse with one another about the previous events that occured within the span of 10 months, from the car ride hijinks from the first episode, to the game show in the second episode, the NPCs saving the day for the players and not the other way around in the third episode, and lastly, the oh-so-traumatizing school year from Craniumville U that they somehow managed to survive thanks to their new friends and them changing an entire education system for the better in the previous episode. Caine doesn't appear to be entirely over what happened at Craniumville U, as seen when he vividly remembers the music teacher catapulting an entire drum set at him in a fit of rage in the previous episode. When they at last get their tickets to Digital Flight 65, they all put their luggage into the airport baggage carousel and head towards the moving walkway next to them, where they become mesmerized by the hall's beautiful imagery of neon lights, reminiscent of 1980’s music videos. Some random NPC blorbos are also among them, also basking in the beauty of the airport's interior design.

They then reach the airport terminal, where they are greeted to the security systems before they can reach the waiting areas. Unsurprisingly, Jax has to have his arsenal of weapons and prank items confiscated by the security marshals, much to the utter disappointment of Team Circus, and the blatant amusement of the dimensional diplomats. Afterwards, they each find a chair to sit in as they wait patiently and diligently for their flight to arrive. Pomni is excitedly kicking her legs as she clutches her Gummigoo plushie, her eyes fixated at her surroundings as a tsunami of nostalgia hits her to the days when she used to visit her grandparents from overseas with her parents as a child, a memory she shares fondly to Kinger and Ragatha. The former jots it down in his notepad so he doesn't forget later on, while the latter is still trying to get Caine to relax. Pomni finds it ironic that Caine, someone who has the ability to fly himself, is afraid of flying, to which the AI ringmaster vehemently denies, trying to brush it off as “jittery sensations” all the while. Gangle and Zooble are leaning on each other as they watch cat videos on the latter's communicator bracelet, and Jax is anxiously thumping his foot like an actual rabbit, still butthurt over his stuff being taken away by the airport security. Bubble tries to cheer up Jax, saying that maybe they'll give the confiscated stuff to him when they're finally at their next destination, although Jax doubts this being a possibility.

At last, after waiting for an hour and 45 minutes, their flight finally arrives and Team Circus heads over to the plane’s gate to have their tickets verified before going into the jet bridge that leads to the airplane. Caine is straight up not having a good time, with everyone now aware of his fear of flying thanks to his terrified mumbles, including at least three NPCs, who just look on in confusion. Each of the members of Team Circus are grouped into four pairs for their four assigned rows, with Kinger and Ragatha being in the back, Jax and Pomni in front of them, Caine and Bubble being in front of the aforementioned pair, and lastly Gangle and Zooble in front of the other three pairs, in that order. Ragatha, Pomni, Bubble, and Zooble get their respective window seats. Jax has mellowed out and has apparently gotten over the airport security debacle from just over an hour ago, and he decides to have a conversation with Pomni, which is about as Seinfeldian as it gets, as they're literally just talking the new Angry Birds movie that came out in theaters not too long ago. Caine can't stand the incessant talking, although Bubble has to remind his boyfriend that no one is causing any harm by talking about a video game adaptation. Caine apologizes, as he really, really wants this to be done and over with. Bubble jokes that at least they're not on a Boeing airplane, which does NOT soothe Caine's fears at all, and causes him to be a perpetually nervous wreck for the rest of the flight. Too soon, Bubble. Too soon.

Finally, the plane takes off after a while, and for the most part, everything is peachy keen, with Kinger fast asleep in his seat, Ragatha idly watching Final Destination on her seatback screen (probably not the best movie to be watching on an airplane, but I digress), Jax and Pomni (still carrying her plushie) watching The Lorax on their seatback screen, Caine curled up in a fetal position in abject terror as Bubble tries and fails miserably to keep him from jumping out of the seat while begging to be let off of this thing, and Gangle and Zooble having another Seinfeldian conversation about where they're headed off to next, as the destinations they're going to have remained a mystery to them as far as they're aware.

After 6 hours of flying — which means 6 hours of psychological agony for poor Caine, the plane lands to their next destination’s respective airport at long last, with Zooble being absolutely jet lagged, Kinger groggy from just waking up, Caine being relieved that he's finally outta there, and everyone else from Team Circus just being chill about the whole thing. When they leave the jet bridge, they find that the airport they're in consists of large colorful anthropomorphic birds, some who can fly and some who can't. The aesthetic is similar to that of Hawaii. A purple flightless bird greets them by giving them all flower necklaces known as leis, much to their surprise. The purple bird introduces himself as Ptoneigh (pronounced like “Tony”), and he is their tour guide to their lovely home known as The Tranquil Paradise Of Harmonia. Cue the name drop.

As Ptoneigh gives Team Circus a little history of how Harmonia came to be as a society, the members all try to grab their luggage while simultaneously listening to whatever lore is behind this strange yet beautiful place. It's then that they unfortunately realize that Caine's luggage is lost, and he uncharacteristically screeches in panic, causing a few flying birds to dart their eyes towards the group, thinking that it's another bird call or something. How embarrassing. Ragatha, being the goody two-shoes she is, decides to go over to the airport staff to ask about the whereabouts of Caine's luggage. She's unfortunately informed by an airport staff member NPC that it got lost after being misplaced somehow. No one knows what happened to the luggage; they assume it got on the wrong plane, or it got left behind at the other airport. This is terrible news. But on the plus side, they managed to give back some of Jax’s confiscated stuff from earlier, just like Bubble said to Jax they would. That's not exactly helpful, either; if anything, that just kinda rubs salt in the wound for Caine.

Defeated, and carrying Jax’s previously confiscated stuff, Ragatha goes back to the others, who are still listening to Ptoneigh’s ramblings about Harmonia's history. Ragatha, and in turn, the audience, missed out on the beginning details of Harmonia’s history, however, we stick around to find out from Ptoneigh that the avian island paradise had been split into two sectors: one half consisted of flightless birds, and the other half consisted of birds who could fly. The Flying Sector is one huge bustling city with pretty lights and shiny things, almost reminiscent of those upper-class neighborhoods you might see from time to time. The flying birds of the Flying Sector live lives of the utmost prosperity under the leadership of Chief Sora, a beautiful looking rainbow-feathered falcon who maintains the well-being of her subjects, but is also rumored to be a bit tyrannical if provoked or questioned. The Flightless Sector is a humble and quaint little tribe village with peaceful morals, happy faces, and entire groups working together to make ends meet for themselves, all of whom have a culture similar to the New Age hippie communities of the 1960’s, ruled by the old and frail, yet kind-hearted social butterfly Chief Laylow, whose lavender-colored plumage gives off warmth, innocence, and comfort, and having been alive the longest in Harmonia's history.

It turns out the reason why Harmonia was split into two sectors was because the flying birds and the flightless birds have been in a heated feud with each other for as long as any of Harmonia's residents can remember, with the richer folks in Flying actively provoking the influential nobles of Flightless, and everyone is just kinda okay with it. As Team Circus is led out of the airport by Ptoneigh, they look at their surroundings and find that it is dusk outside, with tiki torches being lit outside as the flightless birds dance around their own bountiful harvests from earlier that day in celebration of some sort, along with drum circles, meditation classes outside, crystal worshiping sessions, and even children with sparklers in their hands/wings playing tag. Ptoneigh tells Team Circus that they are in the Flightless Sector at this very moment.

Ptoneigh leads the members of Team Circus to the small beach house resort known as Bird's Eye View Resort that they'll be staying in, since they're tourists and look unfamiliar to the long-term residents of Harmonia. With this, the tour has concluded, and (sans Caine, sadly) everyone begins putting down their luggage as they settle in for the night. Caine just plops onto the bed and shuts down, exhausted from the stress of not only facing his fear of flying, but also losing his luggage in the same day.

Ragatha heads over to Jax, the former of which hands over the bag full of Jax's stuff that had been taken away from him at the security systems, much to the latter’s uplifted spirits (he thanks Bubble for actually being right this time, to which the antivirus says “you're welcome” to him). The two talk for a bit; Ragatha shares her frustrations over the lost luggage situation, and Jax is only half-listening as he's busy rummaging through all of his stuff and admiring them, wondering what to do with them. This only frustrates Ragatha further, despite having known already that this was the norm for someone like Jax. Curious to see what this rivalry is about, Jax suggests the two take a walk outside to explore more of the place, under the guise of getting Ragatha's mind off the airport debacle. She agrees, and they stroll out of the hotel and into the starry night of the Harmonian island village.

Meanwhile, we see two flightless birds, a flamingo and a peacock heading over to a nest-shaped penthouse where after knocking on the door, they are greeted by another couple who are also a peacock and flamingo. It turns out the residents of the penthouse are a married couple named Max (the flamingo) and Cherri (the peacock), and their respective in-laws Rosa, Max’s mother, and Armand, Cherri’s father have come over for dinner. As the four of them have sat down and are eating the dinner cooked by Cherri, they begin to talk about some bird politics going on around Harmonia, specifically the feud between the flightless birds and the flying birds. Rosa claims that the flying birds are way too privileged for their own good and can never truly understand the struggles they go through, especially with the harvests growing less and less bountiful with each passing year. Armand claims their crops are being stolen by the greedy flying birds, hence their low harvests. Max argues that the opposite might be true; because of the low harvests, they have to steal back from the flying birds just so they can be able to survive another winter, since they can't migrate like the flying birds can. Max thinks that sharing wouldn't be such a bad thing. Cherri chooses to stay quiet about this, not wanting to rock the boat. As expected, the argument gets heated, with Rosa holding some very conservative beliefs about the flightless birds’ way of life, not hiding any of her distaste for the flying birds, while Armand is just worried that he, his daughter, and the other flightless birds might be on the brink of starvation if they don't do something about it, partially agreeing with Max over the situation.

Upon the departure of the in-laws a couple of hours later, Cherri and Max lament to each other their over boring lives and their seemingly failing marriage, despite the two loving each other unconditionally. Not helping matters is the apparent food shortages that have been only getting worse over the past few years, and as an indicator of how dire this situation is, they have been making dance circles around the crops they were able to harvest. As a result, it's been hard for Max and Cherri to just enjoy being husband and wife, as well as Cherri's job as a yoga instructor and Max’s job as a historian being a hassle to take on when the feud and food shortage crisis is dampening everyone's spirits. There are even rumors of the flightless birds defecting to the side of the flying birds, but such prospects have never been confirmed.

After a while, Max remembers he has to meet up with his friends for a quick drive-by, just to calm his nerves from today. As he and Cherri give their goodbye kisses, the flamingo heads out of the penthouse and meets up with his buddies, Tuxer and Pepper. Tuxer is a penguin, and acts as the comic relief to Max's small friend group, while Pepper is a kakapo who's friendly and outgoing nature brings him, Tuxer, and Max together in tough times. They each talk about their days; Tuxer’s stand-up show was another resounding failure, and business at Pepper's grocery store was notoriously slow today as the food stockpiles were becoming less and less packed. Tuxer thinks it would be a good idea to pull some pranks on the neighbors, despite the events having previously occurred at Max's place. However, wanting to take his mind off the impending food shortage and the growing certainty of a potential famine coming their way, Max doesn't dare say no to this. Pepper is too much of a pushover to object anyway. After grabbing some paintball guns from Pepper's store, they set off to the Flying Sector to wreak some havoc.

Speaking of the Flying Sector, we head over to the next scene with the hustle and bustle of the city life, and we see our next character named Bo, an osprey, walking out of some city hall building where the Flying Sector’s chief works. Bo is apparently the chief’s apprentice and they just finished today's work. We see them heading to some flying podium where they wait in line to take off for flight to their destination, similar to the airport’s runway from earlier that same episode. As the runway marshaller bird signals to Bo that it's their turn now to go, they do just that and fly back to their living quarters. This portion of the scene is a direct shout-out Disney's Dinosaur (2000), in which the pterosaur takes Aladar’s egg with him to the nest. Here, we see aerial shots of the city's skyscrapers and other flying birds also heading back home after another long day. After Bo lands in a suburban neighborhood, we see them walking over to the gates of a beautiful mansion, where it's revealed that Bo lives there. After the gates’ doors scan them and confirm their presence, they open and Bo walks to the front door and is greeted by their parents, who look very happy to see their child back home after a safe journey home. Bo and their family is apparently wealthy (one of the perks of being a chief’s apprentice and having a father as a nobleman right hand man), as the interior is stylishly lavish, with other servants cleaning the house. Bo’s mother, Shriek invites Bo to dinner to talk about the day's events.

The Ospreys’ dinner is much more grand than the one seen at Max and Cherri’s, and it shows, with all the food they can eat and then some, just to rub salt in the wound of the Flightless Sector and the audience who was made aware of the growing threat of an incoming famine — but Bo doesn't know this. Bo’s father, the right-hand assistant of Chief Sora, Scratch, talks high and mighty about his day working for the seemingly ungrateful chief, arrogantly rubbing in how proud of his work he is, and the increasing prosperity of the Flying Sector. Once more, we are treated to the same bird politics bullcrap, but with the perspective of the flying birds this time. Scratch talks about how the flightless birds always steal their food (in spite of the clearly visible all-you-can-eat buffet in front of the audience) and how they are never grateful for what they have, not to mention the protests from next door being led by Chief Laylow, which are always ceased by Chief Sora. Bo is completely disinterested by the one-sided conversation of her parents, as they're sick and tired of listening to the haughty rambling of their wealthy lifestyle, and never get a word in. However, this time, Shriek is kind enough to ask about her child's day, which surprises them. Bo explains what happened at work, and we get to see an insider's perspective on the whole situation. We see that Bo has offered the idea of sharing their food with the flightless birds multiple times in the past, and Chief Sora always refuses, citing that they need to be grateful for what they have. This angers their parents, who are sick, tired, and annoyed of the same thing over and over, until Bo asks their parents why can't they just go over to the Flightless Sector and see what's up with the crop shortages. After a brief silence, Scratch has to explain the feud; if they were to go over there, the flightless birds would attack them first chance they get, since according to him, they're jealous of the privilege and wealth they have acquired through hard work and effort, something the flightless birds clearly haven't done, hence their lifestyle. Shriek is offended that Bo would not know this information by now, considering their time as an apprentice. She also believes that the flightless birds deserve to be humbled every once in a while, as she continues to double down on the whole “gratitude” thing. A second argument arises within the family, which Bo is quick to leave from, taking some leftovers with her, as their parents’ cold berating dies down in the distance.

As Bo leaves the mansion home, carrying the large tray of food with them, they head back to the edge of the neighborhood where they meet Coal, a cardinal who so happens to be Bo’s childhood friend. Bo is gonna try to donate some of her family's leftovers to the neighbors from the Flightless Sector, like the two have always done since the beginning of the food shortages. Chief Sora made it against the law to try to help out the flightless birds because of the feud, so they have to put on disguises in order to cross the one-sided borders (as in, the flying birds cannot cross, but the flightless birds can for some reason).

However, as they traverse the city grounds (the ground-level portion of the Flying Sector city, filled with dark alleyways and foreclosed soup kitchens and homeless shelters; more on that much later), they come across two unusual people traversing the premises; a ragdoll girl and a purple rabbit — those are our heroes, Ragatha and Jax! And the poor ragdolly is scared. When Bo and Coal run up to them, Bo’s first instinct is to try to comfort Ragatha, while Coal introduces himself and Bo to the two. They engage in the conversation, and Jax and Ragatha learn more about what's happening during the feud from Bo and Coal. After some time strolling in the streets, Ragatha and Jax agree to help them with the donations… but not before coming across three flightless birds who are paintballing all over the streets, who we see as Max, Tuxer, and Pepper. Coal is quick to call the group out, before Pepper tries telling him that he was forced into this, to no avail. An all-out paintball fight ensues after some bitter bickering, and oddly enough (albeit unsurprising), Jax comes prepared with his own paintball gun. Poor Bo gets caught in the crossfire, and Max immediately rushes in to save them and Ragatha. It's at this moment that Max and Bo meet for the first time. As Max patches up Ragatha, Bo decides to offer Max the leftover food she had intended to give the other flightless birds from next door. Max comes to discover that Bo isn't like most of the flying birds in Harmonia, which he is very much thankful for, as he always saw the good in others, even when everyone else doesn't think it's there. Somehow, Max and Bo form a deep connection after this meet up, and Ragatha is quick to gleefully point that out, much to Max's horror, as he is a married avian.

Soon though, the paintball fight comes to startlingly screeching halt when when Bo informs the others what their intentions were; Bo and Coal had been planning to deliver some of their family's leftovers to the hungry population in the Flightless Sector before things got out of hand (mainly Coal's strong sense of justice). Pepper immediately apologizes for the vandalism, as the idea was all Tuxer's. It's here that we see Tuxer's blatant distaste/bigotry against the flying birds (it's kinda obvious, considering he's a penguin, and penguins are notorious for their lack of flight), and a verbal fight between the flightless birds friends ensues, while Jax grabs Ragatha to make a getaway from the arguing… only to be caught hook, line, and sinker by Kinger, Bubble and Caine. Neither of them are pleased to see them.

As a result of the sudden appearances of three new individuals, the birds pause what they're doing and look on in curiosity and confusion. Bo sees that the (obviously pissed off) ringmaster looks very familiar, so they grab Coal and flee back home, while Max sees Bo run off into the distance, admiring the osprey from afar, despite the relenting guilt he feels for supposedly cheating on Cherri. As Tuxer and Pepper split off back home and Caine, Bubble, and Kinger pull Jax and Ragatha away from the scene, Max looks at the tray of food, and slowly heads back to his friends, still shaken from what's happened.

When the two groups split off and go their separate ways for now, Max announces to his fellow flightless birds that they found a portion of extra food for the night, and a large group of them are happy to take some. Afterwards, Max heads back to the penthouse to meet Cherri. Claiming that he's too tired to talk to his wife, Max heads to bed. Meanwhile, Coal asks Bo why they ran away, to which the latter answers that they think one of the strange-looking individuals looks familiar to them and Chief Sora. This will serve as a plot point later on in this episode.

Back at the resort, Bubble is relieved and jubilant that Jax and Ragatha are okay, but Caine is pissed off that the two had left the resort without his permission, since the newly-expanded digital world could potentially be dangerous as it's completely unfamiliar to him and thus uncharted territory. Likewise, Kinger gets scolded/chastised by the ringmaster for not keeping an eye on everyone like he was promised to — just because he's the eldest, that doesn't mean he can coherently comprehend every task and detail, a fatal flaw of his. Jax doesn't even bother to try and come up with an excuse or explanation for his behavior, knowing damn well what happened out there and what he did was wrong and bad, while Ragatha has the unfortunate audacity to try to reason with the fuming AI, which only serves to rock the boat further. To make matters worse than they already are, Ragatha explains to him that someone was just trying to donate some food to the Flightless Sector and that it was a bunch of vandals who started the paintball fight; one of the vandals, whose name was Max, had saved her and the new character named Bo, and they—

Caine stops Ragatha in her tracks, claiming that he doesn't want to hear any of it, nor does he care what anyone has to say; all he cares about at the moment is how Jax and Ragatha left the group without his permission, potentially putting them in danger as a result. Bubble, who can only helplessly watch, mentions to Caine about the confiscated luggage Jax got back at the airport earlier (seriously, Bubble; you couldn't have picked a better time for this!?). As though that was the straw that broke the camel's back, Caine quickly grounds both Jax and Ragatha for the remainder of the week, but not before removing one of his gloves and using said glove to smack Jax in the face; gee, like that’s gonna make it any better. Everyone (Pomni, Zooble, Gangle, and Kinger) had to bear witness to this embarrassing moment, and not wanting to provoke the ringmaster further, they decide not to do a damn thing to help in order to avoid his steadily increasing wrath. After Jax remarks “Now you know why I didn't say anything?”, Ragatha begins sobbing. Funny how a grown-ass adult like her can get so worked up over a simple grounding.

As Caine storms out of the room and Bubble, shocked and upset by this uncalled for reaction, follows him from behind to go talk to him, Kinger attempts to soften the blow of the ordeal by taking partial responsibility for what happened out there, to mixed degrees of success. It really wasn't Kinger's fault, however; Jax had been the one to suggest taking Ragatha with her out of genuine curiosity over the bird feud and sheer boredom, and the purple bunny rabbit couldn't resist a good altercation. Caine's stress just got the better of him and he ended up taking it out on the two, though that doesn't excuse his behavior. They pray that the next morning will fare much better than this, though who's to say?

And indeed the next morning arrives, with everyone seemingly in much better spirits than yesterday evening, except for Caine, who's still sour over the missing luggage. They do some more exploring in Harmonia's Flightless Sector, and they have an idle conversation with one another, and unsurprisingly, Caine is completely disinterested, still reeling over last night's events. They encounter Max again, who looks like he's headed off somewhere. Max introduces himself to Team Circus and vice versa, in spite of some bitter reception from the ringmaster. Upon asking from Kinger, he says he's off to find Chief Laylow, who's paying a visit to the senior citizen center; he's looking for guidance and advice over his crumbling love life. They all agree to go with him, though Jax and Caine appear to be more reluctant about it. When we see Team Circus head off with Max to the senior citizen center, the scene pans over to Bo in disguise, as they ask the flightless birds about the food shortages, using investigative journalism to get the answers they need to solve the crisis themself. Afterwards, Bo decides to indulge in some of the Flightless Sector’s culture to get a better understanding of them as a society, including crystal worshiping sessions, bonfire dances, and yoga classes. It's one of these yoga classes where we see Cherri, Max's peacock wife, as the instructor. However, after a while, Bo’s disguise accidentally falls off in a yoga pose, much to everyone's surprise, shock, and mild horror. Bo immediately flees the scene out of shame, but Cherri follows. When Cherri arrives to help, Bo explains to her that they're not supposed to be here, given the feud and them being a flying bird. Cherri reassures Bo that nothing bad is gonna happen to them; she's not going to rat them out to anybody. Bo is very thankful for this. They explain to Cherri about being an apprentice to Chief Sora, and the food shortages in the Flightless Sector they're trying to stop, to no avail. Bo only became an apprentice to Chief Sora because they saw the bad shape the Flightless Sector was in during a field trip they went to when they were little. Apparently the feud helped exacerbate the food shortages, with the Flying Sector refusing to help the Flightless Sector in these trying times (it's speculated the feud actually caused the food shortages in the Flightless Sector, but nothing’s been confirmed). Ever since, to try and make it up to the flightless birds' suffering, Bo and their childhood friend Coal have been out and about making generous donations to the Flightless Sector, from scraps of leftover food back in the Flying Sector, to heaping piles of money and tools to help them repair damaged buildings and provide stability to their way of life.

Cherri is grateful for the help; she knew all along there were others in the Flying Sector who weren't so stuck-up and selfish. The two also talk about how bullshit the feud is, knowing that if it weren't for that damn feud, the Flightless Sector wouldn't be under the growing threat of a famine, much to the shock of Bo, who up until now never knew how bad the shortages were getting. As they stroll about, they come across Team Circus and Cherri's husband, Max. Bo is frightened; they claim that Chief Sora knows these guys, especially the ringmaster Caine, and they need to investigate further under the orders of Chief Sora. Thinking this will help the two get closer to solving and ending the feud for good, Cherri agrees to help out, on the condition that Max doesn't find out about this. As they sneak up on the unsuspecting group, Cherri begins to feel something warm inside her heart when she looks at Bo. She develops the same guilt Max did from last night.

As Team Circus traverses up the hills to the senior citizen center, Max talks about how great his wife is and how he plans on starting a family. Ragatha mentions how she used to have a husband and kid before wounding up with the group, much to everyone's surprise. Everyone talks about their own families and what they were like, singing all sorts of praises for them and what they used to do in life, often wondering how they're faring without them now. When Pomni asks about Max’s family, he says it's a little complicated; for one, he's got himself an overbearing conservative mother who coddles way too much, and then his father-in-law who spends his days being “a bit of a useless worrywart”, as the flamingo puts it. They don't exactly get along per se. Team Circus reveals their own relationship with their parents, some quite healthy, others not so much, and Kinger's… are deceased; he's old, they've been dead for years. Caine is somewhat relaxed at hearing the calm cacophony of Team Circus’s voices, despite not paying attention to a damn thing any of them are saying… that is until Max asks Caine about his parents. That's the funny thing: he doesn't have any! Or in the very least he can't seem to recall having any. And though he tries his best to pretend to be fine with it, Caine ultimately waivers and breaks down into tears, lamenting his supposed orphan status, much to the panged pity instilled in everyone. Unfortunately, he doesn't have time to have woe on it for long as they finally arrive at the senior citizen center where Chief Laylow is supposed to be… unbeknownst to the fact that they're being followed by Cherri and Bo.

Unlike most senior citizen centers, it's a lot more lively, and smells of chamomile rather than tobacco. We see Chief Laylow competing in a shuffleboarding tournament at the patio. Chief Laylow is an elderly and overweight rhea wearing a lavender lei necklace, pale lilac plumage, and a crown made of leaves. His opponent is an elderly moa. The others are awestruck by the Chief's shuffleboarding skills, in spite of the fact that he doesn't win. Laylow is still a good sport and even congratulates the winning moa. We see that Chief Laylow is the life of the party, an affably wholesome guy, and still as spunky as he was in his youth, just like how he is now in his golden years. Max and Team Circus try to catch up with Laylow, who is very much excited to see them, giving them all huge bear hugs as a form of salutations. Max introduces himself and the rest of Team Circus to Laylow, and begins asking for advice about his marriage troubles. Likewise, Ragatha asks about the feud and how it's contributing to the worsening food crisis that's going on. While Laylow is unfortunately unable to provide a coherent answer to Max's question, seeing the complexity of it and not knowing all the details quite yet, he can tell the others all about the ongoing feud… but first, they have to go somewhere quieter and less crowded so he can be able to tell them all the details.

…In the meantime, Laylow suggests the idea that everyone play the Unstable Unicorns™ card game to pass the time. Cherri and Bo, who have been following them from behind, accidentally trip on a potted plant and expose themselves. Laylow greets them both with loving arms, immediately recognizing Cherri as Max’s wife. He then asks who the new friend is, and she introduces them as Bo. Bo is welcomed into the group, much to Bo’s skepticism and worry. Max and Cherri are immediately awkward around each other, as both of them are crushing hard on Bo, but neither of them want to cheat on each other. Fortunately for them, the tensions ease up with a game of Unstable Unicorns™, with Chief Laylow recognizing the three and encouraging them to talk to each other. And they do. They talk and get to know one another, as does Team Circus; playing all sorts of board games and party games. Laylow seems to have an ulterior motive, which Caine quickly notices. Laylow offers wonderful life advice to the individual members of Team Circus, and Bo, Max and Cherri. In the midst of the miniature festivities, Bo’s disguise accidentally falls off, and their status as a flying bird is revealed. Whoops!

Max immediately recognizes Bo, and Cherri is embarrassed to have been caught trying to harbor a flying bird in the Flightless Sector, and the tensions return full-swing. Bo is ashamed of themself and begins sobbing; they came here to try to get a better insight on the feud and how that's connected to the food shortages. Bo just wants to help. Much to Bo’s confusion, Laylow is absolutely thrilled to see a flying bird on his side. As it turns out, Laylow, fully aware of the increasing food shortages, has been trying to reach out to the Flying Sector for help (hence the protests mentioned earlier), to no avail, on account of the petty feud going on. He hasn't been able to get Chief Sora from the Flying Sector to listen to reason and see just how much in grave danger his people could be in. Bo, relieved to be free of judgment, reveals to actually be Chief Sora’s apprentice, in an attempt to get into politics and hopefully make Harmonia a better place, starting with the food shortages. Cherri tells Laylow that they've been donating leftovers (food, money, healthcare aid, and infrastructure supplies) from the Flying Sector to the Flightless Sector to make it up to them; you see, Bo felt awful about how the flying birds treated the flightless birds and how their privilege and wealth is corrupting them, their parents especially. Plus, if they could be able to find the root cause of the feud, they could actually be one step closer to resolving the food shortage crisis. Laylow is ecstatic and grateful for the support. Now all they have to do is figure out how to do just that. After some brainstorming from the individuals themselves (some more practical, others outlandish), Cherri suggests a huge gathering that unites flying and flightless birds together — at the end of every month is a peace festival that celebrates another successful month without any lasting collateral damage to the feud; apparently the Flightless Sector is getting more of the brunt of it than the Flying Sector, which is concerning to say the least. They could use the upcoming festival as means of uniting Harmonia into one island once and for all, but they'll need to do it in a way that's subtle enough to not pour gasoline to the fire, and fun for everyone. They could pull off a Woodstock-esque masquerade concert, where everyone is masked so that no one knows who they are as people, but everyone can still tell which bird is which. After reaching a unanimous agreement and settlement, they decide to plan on decorations and the location of the festival, which singers and songs to use, and of course, the recreational herbs used! Ranging from rainbow flowers, to the astral lotuses, and the good ol’ cannabis leaves! The effects of the herbs will make it harder for flying birds and flightless birds to distinguish who is who and just enjoy the fun. Of course, this will also mean that Chief Sora will have to come along and join with, as she had always done during the monthly festivities, which proves to be challenging due to the falcon Chief growing distant from her own people as well as the Flightless Sector.

Bo, Max, and Cherri begin to grow closer at this time as the potential for reconciliation on both sides is beginning to grow closer for the first time in years. Still, the feelings for each other are complicated to say the least, not to mention what their families might think of this. But so long as the three have support for each other in what could become a historical event for the benefit of Harmonia, everything will be okay. As the day goes by, the sun sets a second time, and everyone else continues to party-plan, all eight members of Team Circus receive a notification for their fifth objective on their communicator bracelets, and they prepare for what's to come. It's also at this moment that Caine reluctantly ungrounds Jax and Ragatha, much to everyone's delight.

Two days pass, and tomorrow is the end-of-the-month get-together that Team Circus, Bo, Max, Cherri, and Chief Laylow have been setting up. He's absolutely confident that this will work, especially in regards to saving the Flightless Sector from what could be their doom. That's when Chief Sora, in all her rainbow glory, flies overhead the Flightless Sector and stops by to see Laylow. Sora is a white-colored falcon with rainbow wings, a pearl necklace with a mother-of-pearl scallop in the center, and a golden tiara studded with diamonds. She seems friendly enough, albeit condescending to an obvious degree. Laylow notes that Sora is not good at maintaining a façade like that, which angers the falcon. He argues to the Flying Sector leader about how pointless this grudge is, as it's been going on for over 60 years now, and she should have just let it go by now. She argues back that his dad retaliated first, having led a riot on the streets that cost the lives of innocent birds in the process back in 1982. Laylow does not want to fight at all and refuses to give Sora the satisfaction of his defeat, noticing how mentally unwell she has been for a few years now. He does note, however, that his people have been forced to migrate to other areas of the world because of how dangerous the Flightless Sector had become since the early 1990’s, with the one-sided civil war that some have referred to as a genocide in some parts of the Flying Sector. Sora couldn't give a damn about the birds of the Flying Sector, as she had simply risen up the ranks trying to outlast her opponents in the civil war, which ended in 2000, hence the end-of-the-month festivities to celebrate the ceasefire since then. Laylow is disgusted by the reason, but still holds on to the hope that Sora apologizes for her actions and helps him end the feud for good, and to prevent a second civil war from happening. Sora flies away from the cliffside that the two were talking in moments ago, not wanting to hear anymore of this nonsense. Laylow looks on at the crashing tides from afar, wondering how much longer will any of this last. He remains unaware of the true cause of the food shortages, despite knowing that it's connected to the feud.

We finally approach the day of the festival, and it is dusk outside. All of the flying birds have been given invites left and right for the festival, despite most of them never having been to the other side of Harmonia before. The flightless birds, likewise, are all in attendance. Each of them are dressed in New Age wave garments as well as masquerade masks. Some have brought their own musical instruments, others have brought their own food and beverages, and even their own recreational herbs for funsies. Chief Laylow and Chief Sora all watch on their respective thrones. It's easy to note that Sora's throne is more lavish than Laylow’s. Bo, Max, and Cherri are all in attendance, as well as the tour guide from five days ago, Ptoneigh, the friends Coal, Tuxer, Pepper, and the parents Rosa, Armand, Scratch, and Shriek (the latter four are unhappy to be here, by the way). Team Circus also shows up in New Age spiritual garments and masquerade masks, some of whom are clearly feeling like wearing someone else's skin and not in a good way.

Pomni does try to make light of the situation by cracking a few jokes about their unusual appearances, to mixed degrees of success. Zooble immediately decides to get high on a bunch of rainbow flower brownies, much to Caine's frustration and Jax's amusement. The other members of Team Circus try to make this work by mingling with the other birds, with Jax encountering Tuxer and Pepper once more in a witty banter match, and Caine trying to at least enjoy the good vibes, even if it ends up being awkward in the process. All in all, the party seems to be going well. That is until Chief Laylow summons Team Circus to the throne area and tells them that they're going to be the festival’s replacement concert band!

It turns out a last-minute change was made in light of the fact that the other band from the Flightless Sector couldn't show up due to some undisclosed illness they contracted. The band even left behind their music instruments somehow. The members of Team Circus (sans a heavily zooted Zooble) were already feeling nervous, and this just fuels their worries further. However, upon being reassured by Chief Laylow and given the confidence boost they needed, they feel up to the task of giving the festival goers the concert they rightfully deserve.

Meanwhile, Bo, Max, and Cherri are having a blast in each other's company, taking the time to indulge in some of their interests and hobbies, Max sharing some cool history facts, Cherri giving Bo gardening tips, and Bo themself showing off some neat flying tricks. It's there that we see Team Circus on the stage — well, six of them, at least — preparing themselves and everyone else at the festival for the long-awaited concert. Pomni, in her state of nervousness and awkwardness, tells them that the band that was promised to them tonight had to cancel last minute for reasons unexplained, but she explains it all in the most jittery and cringey way imaginable; they're dying out there and they haven't even started playing yet!

Thankfully, Bo, Max, and Cherri cheer them on vocally from a distance, encouraging Pomni and the others to play the first song of the concert, a cover of “Bang-Shang-A-Lang” by The Archies, with Pomni as lead vocals on the microphone, Ragatha on the keyboard, Kinger on the tambourine, Jax on the drums, Gangle on the guitar, and Bubble on the bass. Caine, who is watching the stage from a distance and also babysitting Zooble their inebriated state, hopes that the music-based adventures he put them through in the past paid off in the end. While the song is playing, everyone is dancing and jiving along to the tunes, and for a while, the rival birds forget their worries, even the parents of Bo, Max, and Cherri. Tuxer and Pepper are also seemingly getting along with Coal. It's a sign that the festival is bringing both sectors together, much to the jubilation of Chief Laylow. Chief Sora, on the other hand, is completely indifferent to it all, frustrating Laylow in the process, though he decides to set it aside for the sake of enjoying the festival. Bo, Max, and Cherri are also enjoying themselves, as the song ends, Bo wonders to themself if maybe they have the same feelings Max and Cherri have for each other. But before Bo could ponder further about their newly developing feelings, the song concludes, and to Pomni’s relief, everything went incredibly well, with people applauding and wanting a new song from them, chanting and all. Caine is actually proud of them for actually managing to pull off a pretty good concert despite them not being experts in the music department. And Zooble is straight up tripping balls so hard that it's actually hard to tell whether or not they were really paying attention to the whole damn thing.

As the Team Circus band finds what song to play next, Bo decides to talk to Max and Cherri about their strange feelings towards the two, still wondering if any of their feelings towards Bo were actually legit or if it's some sort of phase. Their conversation lasts until Max decides to come clean that for whatever reason or another, they both love Bo and Cherri, and he feels incredibly guilty for having to choose, though Cherri reassures him that it'll be fine, as she also harbors feelings for Bo and still loves Max unconditionally. Bo, feeling relieved to hear this, decides to quickly confess that they have a crush on both Max and Cherri, and to her shock, they reciprocate them back with acceptance, although they are incredibly worried as to how their respective families and friends are going to react to this news.

But before they can worry further, the Team Circus band announces that they finally found a new song that they can play... and it's freaking “Wonderwall” by Oasis; Jax's choice. As the song begins playing and the crowd cheers once more, the three of them begin to get lost in the harmony of the tune, and soon, they begin to indulge in their affections for each other, taking turns kissing each other and forgetting their troubles all the while. Chief Laylow happily watches the concert from his throne, impressed by Pomni's singing abilities and overjoyed by Max, Cherri, and Bo, having a short make-out session in the background, seeing this as a possibility that the feud may soon end. It seems everything is working out alright… if it weren't for Chief Sora catching a glimpse of the three literal lovebirds from the comfort of her throne. As disgusted as she is with the thought of two flightless birds being in love with a flying bird, she sees this as the perfect opportunity to keep a further eye on Team Circus and to keep the feud alive for her grand plan for island domination. For Chief Sora, Bo would be of great use to her after all…

After the festival went on longer than expected, and the sun rises for Team Circus’s third day in Harmonia, Team Circus and the dimensional diplomats celebrate their first victory and express optimism over an easy adventure, alongside their new ally Chief Laylow, Bo, Max, and Cherri, with plans to find more ways to bring Harmonia back together once and for all. However, Valerie has a really bad gut feeling that she can't really shake off, even as she's viewing everything from her own communicator bracelet. It had already been four times that Team Circus had been tricked by a hidden snake in the grass amongst the group, so a fifth time was to be expected; however, that's not the only thing she's worried about. But we don't actually get to learn what that other thing is in this episode, so we'll have to wait a while longer to truly know the details. Valerie is thankfully thrust out of her thoughts when she sees what Chief Sora is up to.

Bo is up and about, having already arrived to the Flying Sector’s City Hall after having said their goodbyes to their friends and family just moments earlier, and upon arriving to Chief Sora’s office, we see Bo do their usual business as the chief's apprentice with the other government office workers before they are met up by the multi-colored falcon, just as Bo finishes up filling out official paperwork. It almost plays out like an interrogation of some sorts, with Sora pretending to be all buddy-buddy with Bo, and Bo playing along. The osprey is nervous, thinking she might've found out about their newfound union between Max and Cherri, but is relieved that it's not that at all… it's Team Circus.

Chief Sora and Bo take a stroll as the Flying Sector chief talks about her ambitions to make Harmonia belong only to the flying birds, since she believes that the entire point of an avian species is to fly — after all, what good is a bird’s wings that can't even lift them off the ground!? Bo is concerned and disturbed by this revelation, but does certainly explain parts of the feud going on between the sectors. Sora continues saying that she's also aware of someone trying to stop her plans for total domination, and no, it's not just Chief Laylow, but also, Team Circus themselves. It turns out Sora knows just how famous the group is, having just made history as the ones who stopped Professor Barnwell’s reign of terror in Craniumville and defeated the genocidal tyrant King Cloudbeard of Medievia. She thinks she could use that information to her advantage, thanks in large part to her secret weapon she and Professor Barnwell's father, Council Snowfeather, have been working on for years now: a special lavender-colored flower that has been used as a bioweapon to wither away the crops and make the birds sick.

Bo is horrified by the revelation; so this is why the food shortage crisis is happening in the Flightless Sector! Unfortunately, before they can even run off and warn everyone, Chief Sora forces the osprey not to tell anyone of her grand plan until the time is right. Knowing damn well that Chief Sora has leverage against Bo since they're merely her apprentice, Bo can only look on in heartbreak. Bo decides to get back to her work, not knowing how to tell the others about the new information. After a while, though, Bo decides to pay Coal a visit to take their mind off things during their lunch break. Looming in the shadows is Chief Sora holding a suitcase with her… hey, wait a minute!! (This will be important later.)

Valerie may have been the sole witness to the whole thing, but she can't interfere or warn Team Circus about this new revelation, especially with what shenanigans Chief Sora is up to. It's something to do with “canon events” and “the suspension of disbelief”; the dimensional diplomats refuse to specify.

It's here that we see the same lavender-colored flower, which Chief Sora called them Sleepysuckles earlier that same day, all over the Flying Sector. Bo remembers seeing a bunch of sleepysuckles scattered across the Flightless Sector too, around the barren farms and as floral garments worn by the flightless birds when she first encountered Cherri from four days ago. Somehow, none of the members of Team Circus even noticed, though that could be because of the many other flowers planted all over the Flightless Sector of Harmonia. After exchanging pleasantries to each other, Coal and Bo decide to continue their secret charitable work, with Coal carrying a wheelbarrow filled with wood and woodworking tools, and Bo carrying bags of food. All the while, they continue to have a heartfelt conversation with each other about the little things in life, easing up Bo’s fear for a little bit. Upon arriving at the Flightless Sector, they inadvertently meet up with Max and Cherri. Coal is understandably skeptical, seeing just how badly their first encounter was merely days ago, not to mention there were a lot of hallucinogenic plants involved in the festival, so their friendship was not yet a genuine one. After some awkward exchanges and a small introduction to Cherri and Max, they actually bond over their shared passion of community, unity, and helpfulness, and help the construction worker birds rebuild a few damaged homes that had been untouched from the civil war years ago. It's there that Coal learns that Bo has actually started seeing Max and Cherri since their relationship was officialized just last night after the festival. Coal is supportive, but notes that the three oughta be careful in public; Bo is a flying bird, and Max and Cherri are flightless birds. As such, who knows how everyone will react to seeing two flightless birds and one flying bird together in a romantic relationship? Since they've also just started committing to the relationship, they also promise to take it slow and wait to see what happens. All the while, Chief Sora is still continuing to spy on them from afar, hidden in one of the beachside clifftops with a pair of binoculars in her wings.

Meanwhile, Chief Laylow and Team Circus begin discussing the possibility of an incoming epidemic as well as the growing threat of a famine, seeing that the crop failures have not slowed down. Some farms have had their food turn up rotten and withered, with the farmers themselves having fallen ill too for some reason. They begin to wonder if it has any correlation to the festival’s original band having been sick from last night. Zooble is not even paying attention to anything, still high on those rainbow flowers since last night. Apparently, no one had forewarned anyone that unlike regular ol’ cannabis, the effects of the rainbow flowers, named Venus Blossoms in Harmonia, can last for up to a week at maximum. As such, Caine and Bubble are stuck with Zooble and have to make sure they don't get themself hurt. The ringmaster never really stopped being passive-aggressive, even after the initial success of the brief unity between the two sectors, still clinging on to the missing luggage from four days prior.

Chief Laylow asks the remaining five members of Team Circus to go gather some more information about the food shortage and sudden spike in illness cases while he stays behind to manage the three others, and they happily accept his kind request. They manage to meet up with Bo, Max, Cherri, and Coal, who are currently working together with their community service, where they are informed of a concerning surge of illness cases going on in Harmonia. Max assumes that it's probably just flu season, as the weather is getting colder, and it would be around that time that everyone is expected to come down with a cold of some sorts. Pomni says that Chief Laylow requested that they gather more information on it since he suspects it could be related to the band getting sick last night, as well as the crop failures. Bo looks like they've seen a ghost; they clearly know something no one else does, but can't actually tell them what exactly it is. So while Team Circus, Bo, Max, Cherri, and Coal do some surveys and interviews with everyone in the Flightless Sector, even Max's mother Rosa and Cherri’s father Armand, they're able to find some information that could be of use to Chief Laylow, including the potential of contaminated food caused by the crop failures and illnesses, which many blame on the flying birds in some random conspiracy theory against the Flying Sector. Upon interviewing Ptoneigh about the matter, he quickly agrees to help bring Harmonia together again without anyone needing to ask; his mom and aunt (the latter of whom was visiting for the month from the Flying Sector) had been infected with the same sickness the farmers have fallen victim to. What are the odds that a simple tour guide would go out of his way to help the heroes in their mission to end the feud for good?

Bo’s lunch break is almost over, so they have to go back to the Flying Sector to the City Hall where they work. This time, however, Bo has intentions to tell Chief Sora about their findings with Max, Cherri, Coal, and Team Circus, so they have to bid everyone adieu for now and fly off back into the Flying Sector. Back at Chief Laylow’s home, Bubble is taking up the duty of caring for Zooble, just as the venus blossom’s effects have only half-way worn off. Chief Laylow can sense that Caine is feeling extremely troubled, and it's only been four days since he and the rest of Team Circus first got here. It's cute in a pitiful way that he's still worked up over his missing luggage, but Chief Laylow would beg to differ on that opinion.

Laylow tries to ask what's wrong, only for Caine to answer that everything is fine in a bitter tone. Even when the Flightless Sector chief asks if he's sure, Caine insists, trying to brush it off like it's not a big deal. Laylow is not buying it in the slightest, but knows that pestering him won't work, so he tries to form a closer bond with the ringmaster by making small talk to him. Caine is a bit of a tough cookie to break, but Chief Laylow doesn't get deterred by his stubbornness. You'd be incredibly lucky to have a friend as patient as Laylow, since those kinds of people are really hard to come by nowadays. And while he unfortunately doesn't know yet the root cause of Caine's strife, Laylow is able to get Caine to open up about his own general problems without revealing too much about who he truly is. Laylow can kinda relate, as being the leader of an entire populace of flightless birds isn't exactly easy to handle; the feud has been going on long before Team Circus ever arrived here, and the food shortages was just a recent thing that happened only a few years ago when coincidentally, a beautiful looking flower was imported to the Flightless Sector as a ceasefire offering from the Flying Sector, and as a truce offering to end the civil war over two decades ago.

We learn a little more about the feud as the conversation goes on. Chief Laylow’s father, Chief Sundown, had been forced to fight back after the previous Flying Sector leader, Chief Cumulus, had been taking his pranks too far. That's right, folks! The feud started out as a silly little prank war that escalated into something more dangerous when an innocent civilian flightless bird was killed in an act of recklessness caused by Cumulus. It was never supposed to get this bad, but Sundown’s short temper and protective nature worsened matters with the declaration of a civil war, with Laylow fighting alongside his father during this tumultuous era of Harmonia, and even took up his position after his death. Chief Cumulus was training a young falcon girl to be his successor, with that falcon girl being Sora herself. According to Cumulus himself, the pranks were meant to drive the flightless birds away from the island so the flying birds could have it all to themselves. Sundown's retaliation and the persistence of the flightless birds made it difficult to accomplish, as the Flightless Sector still believes that both flying and flightless birds need to share this island if they ever desire peace and prosperity in Harmonia. Things have been at a stalemate ever since, with no more retaliations on either side, thanks to the implementation of borders, though Laylow notes that the Flying Sector has been climbing up higher and higher to the top of the mountains, leaving the ground level areas nearly abandoned altogether. The Flightless Sector remained humble all the while. Nowadays, the place has been used as a tourist trap to try and regain whatever reputation they lost from the civil war, with only minimal success, as people are only here for the scenery and not the culture.

It's a lot of information to take in, and Caine can only ask why he didn't just tell the rest of the group that. It's simple. Chief Laylow’s job is to make sure his people don't have a care in the world to worry about what he worries about. No worries? No problem! He can take care of everything and everyone can continue to live their lives as peacefully as possible, just as long as everyone acts like a community and treats others the way they want to be treated. Laylow's storytelling manages to soothe Caine for a bit, and Zooble is all but entranced by his soothing voice. The mix-and-match cast member asks what other stories Chief Laylow has. He happily obliges, telling more bits of his past to Caine, Bubble, and Zooble, with some visuals playing in the background, both flashbacks and present day, all while some gentle and calm guitar music plays.

By the time Team Circus, Max and Cherri arrive back, they're able to relay what they've discovered to Laylow, Zooble, Caine, and Bubble. Ptoneigh, the Flightless Sector’s tour guide, is among the group, and he's just as worried as everyone else. He's worried about his mom and aunt, looking ready to beg for help with how distressed he is by the recent sickness outbreak. Coal runs back to the Flying Sector to grab as many medical supplies as he can carry, and the sentimentality from earlier is broken with more tension than ever before. The moment everyone gets back to work, we see Coal go past the City Hall in the Flying Sector and spot a shiny, multicolored sparkle in the distance. He pays no mind to this, but we can see that the weather is now changing from sunny skies to cloudy snowfall, to indicate the calm is almost over and the storm is about to begin.

We're treated to a montage that shows the four months that pass during this time, where we see Max, Cherri, and Bo continue to develop their relationship over time, with Coal being a supporter from within the background, Team Circus and Chief Laylow also doing charity work and some community service, and life in both the Flightless Sector and the Flying Sector carrying on like normal, with the only difference in the Flightless Sector being less people outdoors, the food supply growing shorter and shorter, and hospitals being overrun with sick patients, while the sleepysuckles continue to flourish in the increasingly cold weather. This happens all while “Yesterday” by The Beatles is playing, to showcase that while there is still hope in Harmonia, it's begun to dwindle in the past coming days.

After the startlingly short montage concludes, Max guides Cherri and Bo up a mountain, wanting to show the two something beautiful he found. As the three of them traverse the thin cliffs and dark caves, they finally reach the tippy top of the highest mountain in Harmonia, it's there that we see both the Flightless Sector and the Flying Sector together at the same time, with exotic skyscrapers lighting up one side and the tropical villages with flaming tiki torches on the other. It is a really beautiful sight to behold as it showcases all of Harmonia and not just the two separated halves we've been used to seeing this episode. As the three of them admire the breathtaking scenery from the mountaintop, Bo confesses something that has been on their mind. They admit that they know where the feud started; it turned out that the flying birds wanted Harmonia all to themselves and wanted to drive the flightless birds out of the island as they believe that the whole point of a bird is to fly, hence their wings. They overheard this information at work one day, but didn't know how to tell the others, or when. Max and Cherri are shocked by this information; they intend to tell Chief Laylow about this immediately, thinking that he'll set things straight with Chief Sora. However, Bo suggests something else; a marriage alliance. Welp, so much for taking it slow!

Max urges that they slow down a bit since they've only been together for four months, but Bo insists that their matrimony would bring together Harmonia after more than six decades of segregation and fighting. Of course, they'll still try and take it slow behind the scenes, and with the help of Coal, Team Circus, and Chief Laylow, the feud can end once and for all. Max urges Bo to think about this long-term since his friends Tuxer and Pepper don't know about this yet, with Cherri adding that her father and mother-in-law are also still in the dark about everything going on, save for the humanitarian aid the Flightless Sector has been given during the colder seasons. Bo suggests that Ptoneigh can help Laylow make an announcement during the winter festival about the marriage alliance within a couple of months, which will hopefully bring the two bird sectors together like they did four months ago the first time and the other months before now at the end-of-the-month celebrations they hold in Harmonia. It takes some more convincing and debating from all three avian lovers, until they reach a unanimous agreement: they'll agree to the marriage alliance, but they'll have to tell Chief Laylow, Ptoneigh, Coal, and Team Circus first and then they can enact the marriage when Laylow declares when the time is right. If only they knew that once again, Chief Sora is spying on them from within the cave entryways that led to the mountaintop in the first place.

Sora decides to forge herself her own flightless bird disguise, just as Bo did earlier in the episode. She disguises herself as a red hen using… Caine's red ringmaster suits from the missing luggage she held hostage. If that's not kicking someone while they're down, I dunno what is. Afterwards, Sora goes over to Ptoneigh’s place and pays him a little visit, carrying some medicine and food in her hands. The disguised Sora calls herself “Akira”, and she happily spends time with Ptoneigh while watching over the two sick birds, his mom and aunt, who do not look like they're getting better at all. They have pale pox marks on their feathers, eye bags, and appear to have labored breathing. It's there that we reveal that Ptoneigh's intentions are not exactly selfless, as the only reason why he agreed to help Chief Laylow in the first place was so he could help his mom and aunt, as the purple flightless tour guide tells “Akira”. “Akira” sympathizes with Ptoneigh, taking note of his inherent gullibility and selfishness in her head, and suggests she go over and see some friends she's made. He agrees, thinking that it'll get him one step closer to helping his mom and aunt get better. “Akira” leads Ptoneigh to her group of friends, who are Max’s friends Tuxer and Pepper, his mom Rosa, and Cherri's father Armand, and they all look unhappy.

They all clamor about the increasingly dire situation in the Flightless Sector, not to mention their suspicions and fears as to what Max and Cherri are up to during that period. When Ptoneigh and “Akira” get them to quiet down, she allows Ptoneigh to speak up about what he's learned during his time with Chief Laylow: apparently Chief Laylow and a group of unfamiliar-looking tourists are helping cease the six-decade-long feud by bringing together both sectors during the end-of-the-month festivals that have been held ever since they arrived four months ago, not to mention the extra food, money, and supplies for the Flightless Sector being imported from an unknown location… at least it would have remained unknown had Ptoneigh not revealed to the gang that it's all coming from the Flying Sector. Everyone is shocked and outraged, still believing that the flying birds can't be trusted, with everything they've ever done to them in the past years or so, not to mention that the flying birds are far more prosperous than their non-flying counterparts, and are not affected by the incoming famine and outbreak that they know of. Tuxer is the most vocal about the matter, seeing that his seething rage towards the flying birds cost him his comedian career thanks to cancel culture calling him out for some really uncalled for jokes that went too far, and now wants payback. “Akira” is more than happy to help Tuxer get his long overdue revenge, with the rest of the gang sympathizing with Tuxer’s anger towards the flying birds, and decide to help rally against the Flying Sector in order to keep the flightless birds on the island that they call home. “Akira” also reveals even more information that the flying birds are trying to force the flightless birds off Harmonia so that they can selfishly claim the island as their own, causing more outrage and fear within the group. The disguised hen tells them that there's a group of flying birds that have agreed to a duel by the boating harbor at the beach, and that they should meet them there. They all agree, and set off to the harbor while “Akira” goes back to the Flying Sector to fetch another batch of birds for her second part of her plan.

Chief Sora sheds her “Akira” disguise and arrives at the Osprey mansion where Bo’s mom and dad, Shriek and Scratch live, and tells them that she has bad news to share about their child. As the osprey couple are sat down by Sora, she informs them that their child, Bo, has been dating a flightless bird from the Flightless Sector behind their backs, as well as betraying the Flying Sector by crossing the borders of Harmonia to mingle with the other flightless birds there. They are disgusted and horrified, and want payback for what they believe to be an injustice. Sora tells Shriek and Scratch that they are in luck; Bo’s new friends have challenged them both to a duel to prove Bo’s worth in the Flightless Sector just earlier today. The osprey parents do not hesitate to comply and fly off into the Flightless Sector to give these group of flightless birds a piece of their mind. Coal, who was walking over back to the Flightless Sector to continue helping out, is able to overhear all of this from a good distance, and he sets off to warn everyone of what Chief Sora plans to do.

As Coal hurries over to Chief Laylow and his new friends, we see Scratch and Shriek arriving at the boating harbor at the beach, where they are greeted by the equally furious group of birds, Ptoneigh, Tuxer, Pepper, Rosa, and Armand. Tuxer brought with him a pocket knife and Scratch brought his trusty pistol and the duel starts off as a nasty roast match between the individual birds before the actual duel begins. It's messy, to say the least, and as the physical altercation rages on, more insults are hurled at each other by both sides. It's there that Chief Laylow arrives at the scene, alongside Chief Sora, who had been watching from afar the whole time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, as she pretends to fear for the safety of everyone involved. Sadly, Laylow doesn't even get time to process the betrayal of Ptoneigh's actions as he is forced to witness Coal getting in the crossfire in a futile attempt to stop the fight, resulting in Tuxer getting shot by Scratch's pistol. To make matters worse, since it was so chaotic, no one saw who exactly shot Tuxer in the first place. This puts the altercation to a screeching halt as everyone is separated and detained by Laylow and Sora, and Tuxer is halted away to receive emergency medical care in one of the makeshift clinics since the hospitals are now overcrowded with sick patients. What's worse, by the time Max, Cherri, and the rest of Team Circus arrive, it's already too late. Team Circus is not at all surprised by Ptoneigh having been a selfish person all along, having endured similar backstabbers four times already, and by someone they barely know, too (this is the second time now they've been duped by some they aren't that well acquainted with; the first time was with the mechanic/con artist Otto Partz).

When Laylow asks what happened, Coal attempts to explain how Scratch and Shriek were challenged to a duel by Rosa and Armand, only for Sora to interject by saying that she was the one who tried to stop the fight herself, but they wouldn't listen, because of their “undying hatred for each other”. Sora even goes as far as to exaggerate certain details that just aren't true, including Max cheating on his wife for an osprey, the food from the Flying Sector being laced with poison, hence the outbreak, and the most egregious accusation of all: Coal is secretly trying to get rid of the flightless birds himself because of his alleged hatred for them. Coal is flabbergasted and angry over this wild accusation, and even Shriek and Scratch are a bit dumbfounded and upset because they were initially just informed about their child Bo dating a flightless bird and being a potential traitor to the Flying Sector. It's hard to believe the lies, but since everything is chaotic right now, not to mention someone actually got hurt, no one can think rationally and is therefore shouting at each other, with Sora taking full advantage of it to further advance her goals. The only one keeping a calm and level-headed approach is Laylow, who tries his best to calm everyone down and try to get the full picture, but Coal’s ramblings of disbelief, the anger of Scratch and Shriek, the pathetic cries from Ptoneigh to justify his actions, and the frightened tears from Rosa and Armand are too much, and Sora declares to everyone that until Tuxer heals (if he ever heals, that is) and a proper trial can be set up, everyone involved in the fight will be banished to the uninhabited islet from 65 miles away from Harmonia called Lonely Isle. This, unfortunately, includes Coal, despite him trying to stop the altercation himself. No one is happy in the slightest about this, surprise surprise. Chief Sora offers to haul away the seven birds-turned-prisoners herself, and as if the tensions weren't already high enough, everyone who isn't inside any building in the village is treated to the sight of seven birds being hauled off in vine ropes acting as chains, causing whispers of worry and cries of shock and horror from a few scattered individuals. Everyone wants to know what's going on.

Chief Sora is the one who rows the boat to Lonely Isle while carrying the seven birds with her. Not once does she reassure them that everything will be okay, seeing that this imprisonment is merely temporary and that they'll be provided for until the trial gets set up. Armand and Rosa are scared as to what exactly is going to happen to them, since they're going to be away from their respective kids for a while, what with the outbreak and famine going on. Shriek and Scratch are filled to the brim with hatred in their hearts, seething with cold anger in their expressions and refusing to interact with anyone or each other. Pepper is a traumatized wreck, seeing as he was pulled into yet another dangerous situation, and Ptoneigh is remorseful for what he has done (though it is made explicitly clear that he's only sorry that he got caught, and that he only cares about his mom and aunt), and Coal is emitting a thousand-yard stare, trying to process what just happened and how the hell did he get here. Pepper notices just how troubled Coal is and, empathizing with him in the situation, starts to talk to him, only for Coal to snarl at him, not wanting to be bothered right now. That doesn't deter Pepper though, as he continues to talk to him anyway, going as far as to say thanks for thinking about his village when hardly anyone else would. Even if Coal isn't speaking back, he listens, albeit hesitantly, since he hasn't actually interacted with Pepper all that much. It's revealed that Pepper was trapped in an abusive friendship with Tuxer, along with Max, and was essentially forced to do a bunch of dangerous stuff against his will, even though he was a non-confrontational person and never really paid attention to the feud. A part of him actually hopes that Tuxer dies from that bullet wound, since that will mean he'll finally be free from that dastardly penguin once and for all. This whole time, Chief Sora is listening in on the one-sided conversation, almost as though she knew the entire time about Tuxer’s desire for control and power over his hatred for flying birds, from all the times she has observed Harmonia from within the shadows.

Once they reach Lonely Isle, the birds get dropped off there, and they are told no one is allowed to leave nor is anyone allowed to visit them while everything gets set up. Sora rows off back to Harmonia, leaving everyone to their own devices. It's there that Pepper actually grows a spine and tells everyone that if they're going to survive another day, they're gonna have to get along, regardless of their differences. He says that if hatred and segregation is what brought them here, then only love and unity will get them out of it. As inspiring the speech is and as convinced everyone is to try and work together, it won't matter; at this point, it's probably too late to fix things now, and the whole thing, and the feud in general, could have been prevented if they had just learned to stop fighting and start acting mature and getting along. But at least they all have each other, even if Ptoneigh is the odd one out of the bunch.

Meanwhile, Chief Sora visits Tuxer in the clinic, and Tuxer is immediately hostile due to his supposed hatred for flying birds. Sora is able to sweet-talk him into calming down once she gives him an offer; to join alongside her as her co-chief in her conquest to take over Harmonia. We learn about Tuxer's backstory in that the penguin attempted to run for a seat in a political position of power, but was constantly denied of it not just because chiefdom was an inherited position, and that such political matters were left up to the flying birds, but that Tuxer was also clearly abusive, cruel, and heartless, making him unfit to be in any position of power, so he took up being a comedian instead, hoping to garner enough fame to get him into that politician spot. Sora also learns from Tuxer that his bigotry against flying birds was never really relevant in the first place, because he's actually a psychopath who feels absolutely no genuine emotions and only craves power and attention, meaning he never showcased actual prejudice towards anyone, only the cold emotionless ruthlessness he held with him all along. It would appear that Sora and Tuxer have a lot more in common since she herself is a sociopath, and she could really use Tuxer's calculated and methodical prowess to get what she wants, even if everyone else has to die for it in the process. He even learns about the existence of the sleepysuckles, the source of the outbreak and food shortage crisis, which have been growing all over the Flightless Sector of Harmonia, remaining undetected by even the keenest of sight.

And so, Sora and Tuxer team up with each other and traverse to the source of the sleepysuckles, the Mother Plant, hidden in the caves of the mountains. With this, Sora feeds the Mother Plant some plant growth dust that'll make it pollinate, and the pollen then floats all across Harmonia en masse… both the Flightless and the Flying Sector. It's there that we see Sora's actual intentions: she doesn't want to claim Harmonia for the flying birds; she just wants it to turn the entire island into her own personal little dictatorial regime. If she could pretend to be the hero by curing the epidemic, everyone will be forced to rely on her and obey her at all costs, lest they face the consequences. And Tuxer would be her perfect tool. The first stage of her plan has been completed, and it's too late to turn back now.

Two more months pass, and everything has gone to hell in a handbasket. The state of Harmonia is extremely dire, and an epidemic has been declared by Chief Laylow. What's worse is that the very same outbreak from earlier has also spread to the Flying Sector, meaning no one is safe. A famine in the Flightless Sector has also been declared, and our heroes are doing everything they can to help out however they can, stressing them all out considerably, although Max and Cherri are doing everything they can to boost up morale in the group. Bo is practically broken; they have recently been informed of Chief Sora's actual plans to turn Harmonia into a tyrannical dictatorship under the guise of being the island’s savior, and they are utterly helpless in what's next to come. Speaking of which…

The moment Chief Sora calls them over, Bo notices a suitcase in her feathered hands. A sense of impending doom overcomes Bo as the two flying birds head off to the boats to fetch Coal from Lonely Isle. Bo silently cries, anticipating the reactions of their betrayal towards newfound friends and most importantly, their respective boyfriend and girlfriend, Max and Cherri.

It would appear everyone is doing just fine on Lonely Isle. Armand and Rosa are getting along extremely swimmingly with Shriek and Scratch, and Pepper and Coal have become best friends. It would seem these two months have humbled them all, which is a relief to hear from Bo. Ptoneigh, on the other hand, is treated as the scapegoat of the bunch, which is unnecessarily cruel to someone who really was just desperate to help his family, though it's not like Team Circus will ever actually welcome him back to their allyship… Bo and Chief Laylow might, but maybe not everyone else; grudge-holders are notorious for being meanspirited.

Scratch and Shriek are elated to see their child Bo again, as is Coal. Bo, unfortunately, does not reciprocate the same joy they have for them, knowing damn well what's about to happen. Chief Sora informs everyone that the outbreak has spread to the Flying Sector, and everyone reacts in horror. A majority of the infected have been dropping like flies, including Ptoneigh’s mom and aunt, much to the despair of the takahe tour guide. Pepper asks what about the trial, and Sora immediately answers that the trial has been postponed to focus on handling the epidemic first, but that he specifically requested Coal to come with. Coal is confused and furious; why in God's Green Gables would he ask him specifically, after Sora had just spouted out nonsensical bullshit just two months ago!? Bo grimly informs their soon-to-be ex-friend that they'll find out soon enough. After being given no other choice but to board the boat (via an ultimatum of being killed here in front of everyone or going back to Harmonia with them), Coal, Bo, and Sora sail back to the main island, with Sora fully intent on revealing her motives to everyone, and that no one will stop her.

Meanwhile, things in the Flightless Sector back at Chief Laylow’s home are… stable. Not good by any means, but it's less… hectic. Max and Cherri have tried their best to live their lives, as is everyone else in the village, celebrating small victories here and there, however fleeting they are. Everything is growing quieter and quieter, with hospitals and clinics being overrun and not enough space to bury those who have succumbed to the disease. The amount sleepysuckles have grown in size and are persisting into the cold seasons, right around the time the flying birds should be able to migrate to someplace else warmer to thrive… if only they could, considering that they too have been hit with the epidemic, with only a small chance to escape and no means to prepare themselves for hardship when migration is becoming less and less possible with each passing day, not to mention that the sleepysuckles are now also becoming more and more prevalent in the Flying Sector. Laylow is keeping everyone partially distracted from the grim circumstances with his storytelling while also taking care of Zooble, Bubble, and Caine. Pomni, Jax, and Gangle decide to host a bake sale to raise more funds for Harmonia, and a few flying birds have teamed up with the flightless birds waving placards demanding the permanent end to the Harmonia feud by going on strike after the Flying Sector became affected by the epidemic, led by Ragatha and Kinger. Coal is absolutely horrified by the state of Harmonia, as not even the drastic measures taken to save what's left of the island paradise seem to actually be working anymore. Bo’s expression remains bleak and filled with dread for their own life, as they hold the suitcase filled with tattered clothes, having already figured out whose clothes they belonged to. Sora tells the two flying birds to wait here.

A knock on the door could be heard from outside the humble house Laylow lives in, where Team Circus just so happens to also be residing in after they couldn't pay for an extended stay at Bird's Eye View Resort 6 months prior. Besides, Bird's Eye View Resort was already too low on funds to keep running during the epidemic anyway. Laylow gets the door, and finds Sora, Bo, and Coal on his porch. Sora asks to bring his fellow friends with him, so she can show them something. However, only three of them are with him (that being Zooble, Caine, and Bubble); everyone else is out there in Harmonia fighting the good fight. “That's okay,” she says. She only requests Laylow's presence with her, alongside Caine’s, but the other two can come along if they want.

Laylow complies, and takes with him the three individuals from Team Circus, and is greeted by Bo and Coal along the way. While Zooble and Bubble are bystanders to all of this, Laylow and Caine would unfortunately be not as lucky. They're greeted to the sight of the Mother Plant, and at first, they're extremely confused about it, and more perplexed as to why Tuxer of all people is there guarding it. And thus begins the typical cliché villain monologue, and by that point, the members of Team Circus were outright horrified by the extents Sora would go to, with her explaining that the the Mother Plant is the source of the epidemic and the famine, having been lying dormant in this cavern in the mountains, and only now just being activated by some plant growth dust, spreading the pollen to the sleepysuckles, the flowers that have been most prominent on the island for a couple of decades now. And apparently, the sleepysuckles are highly toxic to the point where inhalation of the pollen or even consumption of the plant is a guaranteed death sentence if not treated in time. Coal is just now learning this information, and pure terror fills him to the core. Laylow demands to know the motives for such a diabolical thing, and Sora answers that she wants the whole island to herself, with everyone bowing down to her as her giant army of slaves who will do her every bidding, and her being the end of the epidemic, the Flightless Sector famine, and the entire feud in Harmonia, something that she was destined for as her mentor and adoptive father Chief Cumulus once told her. Oh, and Tuxer will rule alongside her because he also wants to.

The straw that breaks the camel's back for our heroes? Caine's missing luggage from 6 months earlier. Sora apparently snuck into the airport and purloined the suitcase, not just to disguise herself as a hen named “Akira”, but also for funsies; apparently it's funny to Sora that a distressed person would get so worked up over the most trivial thing. Even Tuxer admits that he thinks it's comedy gold, especially with how feral he went with Jax as he himself witnessed six months ago and — ope, he's begun to attack. Coal furiously chastises the flying bird leader at what a sick and twisted individual she is, all while Caine just loses his self-control altogether, while being held back by Laylow, Zooble, and Bubble. Sora doesn't bother to keep lying about her blatant sadism anymore, as she believes it's already too late to stop her. Laylow is betrayed and gutted by Sora's true colors, and questions why she is doing this or how she could possibly enjoy this. Sora just says that it's fun. Hearing the word “fun” used in this context shatters the ringmaster, causing him to cease his fierceness, drop to his knees and go silent. Bo is distraught by everything, blaming themself for being an accomplice. To make everything even worse than ever before, Sora thanks Bo for helping out before telling them she's giving them the pink slip. Sora got what she wanted and their services are no longer required. All this time, the feud was never about the different types of birds; it has always been a means to take over Harmonia. The feud was a distraction to make all of this possible. And the osprey family Bo and their parents were part of were the ones to help out with the distractions. It's all sickening. And Bo… cannot take it anymore. Coal runs after them.

Bo finds a crystal cave to calm themself down. Or at least that's what Coal is hoping is happening. Bo laments over having been used and betrayed like that when they only wanted to help, instead making it worse, and blaming themselves for being partially responsible for not just the continuing feud, but also the destruction of everything they ever knew. Now they wonder if they and Coal should even still be friends after this. Coal attempts to talk down to the distressed osprey, but it's not enough to get them to come to their senses. Bo had picked a sleepysuckle from a nearby garden moments earlier, and plans to eat it to end the misery once and for all. And much to the cardinal’s horror and anguish, they do. Coal comes to fetch Max and Cherri, the both of whom are at their respective workplaces. He tells them the distressing news; first off, the sleepysuckles are the source of the famine and epidemic, then the feud was all just a distraction to get Chief Sora (as a puppet ruler for the posthumous Chief Cumulus) to take over all of Harmonia under the guise of martyrdom and saviorhood, and now Bo tried to end their own life, believing they were partially responsible for this mess. This catches their attention and alarm, as Cherri runs off with Coal to help Bo, while Max goes to warm the rest of Team Circus.

Meanwhile, Chief Sora reveals the rest of her deep-seated insanity to Laylow, Bubble, Zooble, and Caine, as Tuxer thanks her for this golden opportunity and makes a vow to Sora to remain loyal only to her, as his faithful assistant/co-ruler of Harmonia… only for her to reveal she knew the whole time that Tuxer was planning to betray her the moment Sora made her next move, knowing how blandly predictable people like that are, so she decides to betray him first by force feeding Tuxer a random sleepysuckle from the Mother Plant’s many vines on the wall, declaring that she's always two steps ahead of everyone, just like her mentor Cumulus always taught her. He writhes in agony as the sleepysuckle’s poison takes effect, a grisly end for someone who in the grand scheme of things was never really all that important. A snowstorm begins to brew over the island, signifying that more darkness is arriving. Laylow vows to destroy the Mother Plant if it's the last thing he does, with Sora possessively guarding the plant with her life. A battle between the two ensues as Max and the rest of Team Circus arrive to find their other three comrades.

Cherri and Coal find Bo being on the brink of succumbing to the sleepysuckle's toxins in the crystal caverns. Bo urges the others to leave before they get sick too. Cherri does not dare to leave their side, however, saying that none of this was their fault; it was all Chief Sora’s. And even if it was, Cherri will still love them unconditionally. As the two birds kiss on the lips, Cherri suddenly finds herself feeling the effects of the sleepysuckle. Till death do us part, that's what they often say.

Coal panics at the thought of losing his childhood friend, and can only cry in self-pity. When the sobbing cardinal hears Max and Team Circus looking for Cherri and Bo, he rushes over to them, saying that they might both be dead. Max’s world has begun to crumble into pieces, and doesn't hesitate to follow Coal to the crystal caves alongside Team Circus, where they all find Cherri and Bo in quite possibly the worst shape they've ever been in, bar none. With Rufus Wainwright’s “Hallelujah” playing in the background, Max mourns both of his lovers and everyone else can only look at the scene in sheer helplessness, all while the battle between Sora and Laylow continues to escalate outside as the blizzard begins to strengthen.

Laylow catches sight of crystal caves, where he finds our protagonists and their friends and rushes over to see what's going on. The Flightless Sector leader is absolutely distraught by the sight of Bo and Cherri so sickly and tiptoeing closer to death's door, with Max starting to look sickly himself, the despair having weakened him to the point of almost dying. Laylow is furious. And Sora, having followed him here, just mocks the whole situation, saying that none of this would be happening if she just simply had her way. The battle resumes, and they both take the fight to the village, where everyone, flying bird and flightless bird alike, can see. Laylow angrily berates the falcon for letting her and Cumulus’s greed over Harmonia ruin this peaceful and tranquil paradise, and cause needless fighting over the pettiest things, just because they were different from each other. Max, Cherri, and Bo were going to bring this island back together, and now they are dying because of her and everyone else complicit in the feud. He further says everyone oughta be ashamed and disgusted with themselves, because of how they unwittingly just helped Sora conquer this island, start the famine and epidemic, and destroy their own livelihoods in the process. It was their responsibility, and their responsibility alone, to make a difference, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant it seemed to them, and they didn't do it. The residents of Harmonia are all remorseful for their actions, but it doesn't matter now. What they've done was unforgivable, and it's more than likely too late now to set things right. The only way to have prevented this outcome is if they had never trusted Sora, Cumulus, and those stupid rules from sixty years ago in the first place… and Laylow begins to realize that too, the gravity of the situation and how foolish he was to have tried to see the good in Sora, something that never even existed to begin with, weighing in on him heavily. Laylow decides that the right thing to do would be to destroy the Mother Plant, even if his actions will never mean anything now that everything has gotten irreversibly bad. Sora does everything in her power to try to stop Laylow from going near that plant, with the latter putting up a valiant effort to persist.

The bodies of Max, Cherri and Bo are meanwhile carried by Kinger as he and the rest of Team Circus are left to wonder what to do now, having supposedly failed their objective to cease the feud in Harmonia for good. Coal’s words of comfort do absolutely nothing to soften the blow of the detrimentally dire situation. Once the flock of birds, both flying and flightless, catch a glimpse of the three fallen birds in the clutches of Team Circus, they cry out their bird calls in mourning, lamenting the consequences of their inaction.

Eventually, Laylow is able to get a hold of the Mother Plant and cut off its power supply, causing it to slowly wilt and decay, and the structure of the area to begin collapsing. While Laylow was able to escape the falling debris of mountainous rubble, the same could not be said for Sora, continuing to harbor a look of bitterness and spite till the very end, despite him offering one last hand to help her. Laylow just sheds a tear, pitying the circumstances that led to this moment. He then notices all of the other birds crying out and begging for a second chance to make things right from a pretty good distance. For the first time in 6 decades, both flying and flightless birds have come together in unity to mourn the apparent loss of Max, Cherri, and Bo, the three of whom are still unconscious. The cries could also be heard from Lonely Isle, and the exiled birds are equally devastated, with the only one to remain quiet being Pepper, who can only stare at the large island with guilt embedded into his very being.

Laylow grimly heads over to where Max, Cherri, and Bo are, still upset and hurt by everything that's happened prior to this. The snow refuses to relent, though it doesn't stop the remaining sleepysuckles to also slowly wither. It does bring some hope that the epidemic will be halted and that Max, Bo, and Cherri will wake up, however it comes at the cost of all the other flowers withering in the process, having been infected by the sleepysuckles’ pollen months earlier. In all honesty, Harmonia didn't deserve those lovely flowers. But don't worry; they'll earn them back someday. By the time the sun's rays finally start to peek through and the snow storm calms down enough to just be regular snowfall, Bo, Max, and Cherri finally come to, and it's clear that the air is bittersweet with relief for their survival. The celebration is a quiet one; no victorious cheering, no triumphant bird calls. Just the company of Chief Laylow, Max, Cherri, Bo, Coal, and Team Circus as they head back into the village to sort the rest out themselves. The rest of the birds who have witnessed it all are left to wonder what to do next. It's there that they come to the conclusion that they're all on their own now; only they have the power to rebuild the island back to its former glory from sixty years ago, even though it will never make up for what they've been doing for years. Upon finding some supplies for construction laying around all over the village, they get to work immediately, hoping and praying that everything will eventually go back to normal.

One month passes, and so far it's looking good. The city structures in the Flying Sector’s sky-based areas on the mountains are being dismantled to make the island less unfair-looking and more humble like the Flightless Sector, with the Flightless Sector being renovated to look less poor and more like an actual livable area. Rosa, Armand, Scratch, Shriek, Ptoneigh, and Pepper have been let off Lonely Isle after Ragatha begged Chief Laylow to let them off, believing that they've been punished long enough. Team Circus and Coal are also doing their due diligence by volunteering in the renovation work, communicating with the dimensional diplomats all the while. Laylow is helping Max, Cherri, and Bo with the wedding arrangements, their marriage being their one last piece to bring Harmonia back together permanently. Coal and Team Circus have been setting up the altar for the past month, talking amongst themselves about everything that has happened a while back. And good news to Team Circus, they didn't fail their objective after all, as all of the birds are getting along without prejudices while they're rebuilding and renovating Harmonia, reopening the ground-level areas of the Flying Sector, and are in the process of forming their own Parliament to deal with the new government overhaul and the gradual disestablishment of the Sectors and decommissioning of the borders. The fighting is over! Now all that's left to do is prepare for the wedding, and officially declare the end of the feud once and for all.

Which they end up doing exactly three days later, when Chief Laylow officiates the marriage of Max, Cherri, and Bo, during a beautiful starry night, in a ceremony equally as beautiful and joyous. With the union of the three birds marks the official — and permanent — end of the six-decade-long feud. The crowd goes wild, and yet another glorious victory is secured by Team Circus.

The wedding reception is as lively as any other end-of-the-month festival Harmonia could have ever had. Laylow was kind enough to give Caine back his missing luggage after retrieving it from the rubble where Tuxer and Sora’s final resting place is, though unfortunately he wasn't able to fix the tattered clothes himself. The ringmaster is grateful and relieved to finally have it back, but still extremely bitter about what happened to the contents inside the luggage. Oh, well; he can take care of that problem later. Everyone is enjoying the reception, with Shriek and Scratch hanging out with their new buddies Rosa and Armand as each others’ new in-laws, and they can't wait to go travel the world together and seek out new things to try out. Coal is best friends with Pepper and Ptoneigh, although Ptoneigh is still learning how to be a good friend considering everything that's happened before. And Chief Laylow is taking full control of Harmonia instead of just the Flightless Sector, now that the island is being reunited as one, while the newfound Parliament manages all the political happenstances of the island.

During the reception’s dance rave, Cherri tosses her bouquet from behind her, and everyone, including Team Circus, is scrambling to catch it. Ultimately, it's Ragatha who catches the bouquet, which consists of gorgeous-looking lotuses and blossoms, as well as a faint pale purplish glow from inside. She digs into the bouquet and finds their next jewel for the road trip, causing the communicator bracelets of Team Circus to go off with this pop-up notification:

~JEWEL OBTAINED!~

4 out of 26

Only 22 remain

Chief Laylow catches sight of the beautiful looking gem in Ragatha’s hand. He recognizes the jewel as a pale purple lilac-colored Charoite. She explains that they're sort of on a mission to retrieve 26 jewels from all over the world; so far they managed to snag three of them. Pomni goes to retrieve the tote bag containing the three sparkling jewels, and Laylow also recognizes them as the dark blue Lapis Lazuli, the pinkish mauve Rhodochrosite, and the teal Turquoise. Valerie, who had been watching from her own communicator bracelet via a FaceTime-esque app, casually mentions that she forgot to tell them that the jewels have superpowers of their own, much to the chagrin of Team Circus, and Chief Laylow's small amusement.

When the reception finishes as dawn arrives, Max, Bo, and Cherri head off to Team Circus and Chief Laylow's place, where our protagonists are packing their things as it's now time for them to leave and head off to their next destination. But before they all share their goodbyes, they decide to test out the powers of their four gems; the Lapis Lazuli can apparently control metal and metalloids, the Rhodochrosite can control gemstones and crystals, the Turquoise has gravity powers, and the Charoite has powers relating to the undead, death, ghosts, and other supernatural phenomenon. When the lilac-colored jewel summons them, the ghosts of Tuxer and Chief Sora attempt one last verbal attack before the Charoite immediately sends the two back to the realm of the deceased from whence they came. Valerie also mentions that their introductory jewel from back home, the silver-colored Crystal, has the ability to control magic and energy, albeit in its most simplistic and primitive form. Really useful information should the need to use these jewels for battle ever arrive.

When the sun begins to set yet again on Harmonia, Chief Laylow, Max, Cherri, and Bo all help Team Circus back to the airport from when they first arrived 7 months ago, and bid their heartfelt goodbyes as their flight, Digital Flight 65, finally arrives to come pick them up. They all wave at each other as they go their separate ways, with our protagonists happy to have made new friends during their time in Harmonia.

Their flight back to the Digital Airport is as rambunctious as ever, with Jax and Pomni making small roughhousing, Kinger fast asleep yet again as Ragatha continues her movie-watching, Gangle and Zooble confiding in each other's company, and Bubble doing his best to soothe the extremely sore Caine, who not only has to deal with the aftermath of his tampered luggage but also his fear of flying that he never got over. They all take turns conversing with each other from different rows about what might happen next and how much fun they had. Ragatha mentions it felt like they were actually in a movie, and how they were the supporting cast of a beautiful story of hardship and romance. Everyone is eager to see what happens next and how they'll be able to change the course of history for their next destination of their amazing digital road trip.

The episode ends with the plane continuing to fly into the distance of a beautiful sunset, with the members of Team Circus carrying on with their hustle and bustle of excited rambles and expressing their desires, hopes, and dreams of what's next to see and experience all the while. So far, things are turning out fairly alright, and the future is still looking as bright as ever.

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Current Status:

4 Jewels have been collected

22 remain

☮️🌼🪘🦅🦤🌴✌️🕊️🥭

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• OG Cast

Lizzie Freeman as Pomni

Amanda Hufford as Ragatha

Michael Kovach as Jax

Sean Chiplock as Kinger

Marissa Lenti as Gangle

Ashley Nichols as Zooble

Gooseworx as Bubble

Alex Rochon as Caine

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• Audience Surrogate Cast/Diplomats

Hynden Walch as Valerie

Susan Egan as Pamela

Amy Winfrey as Garcia

Mandy Moore as Lulu

Nevaeh Hamilton (me) as Bethany

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• Background Diplomats

Andrea Libman as Winona

Cristina Vee as Patricia

E.G. Daily as Rionna

Stephanie Sheh as Olivia

Debi Derryberry as Yolanda

Cree Summer as Gemma

Ashleigh Ball as Cécelia

Erica Luttrell as Belle

Ashly Burch as Imera

Kimberly Brooks as Bailey

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• Episode's Antagonists

Maya Rudolph as Chief Sora of the Flying Sector

Fred Tatasciore as Mr. Scratch Osprey

Jill Talley as Mrs. Shriek Osprey

Jeff Bennett as Mr. Armand Peafowl

Lori Alan as Mrs. Rosa Flamingo

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• Secondary Characters Introduced

Andy Samberg as Max the Flamingo

Anna Faris as Cherri the Peafowl

Ali Wong as Bo the Osprey

Josh Gad as Tuxer the Penguin

Danny McBride as Pepper the Kakapo

Jason Sudeikis as Coal the Cardinal

Bill Farmer as Ptoneigh the Takahe

Adam Sandler as Chief Laylow of the Flightless Sector

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[yukitonz]

Michael Afton designs. Cause- I can ✌️ also apologies on any mess-ups to the games. I don't really care about the new stuff tbh, haven't been in this Fandom for years, am relying on theory videos- and headcannons. So yeah, cool Afton designs is what I mean.

1st design- Teenage design. I don't have a very inparticular age? But around 14-16. Also- he's very mature for his age, and is one of those guys that are like "wtf? How are you not an adult?" But, I headcannon he was actually the one who you play as in FNAF 4. I heard it from my sibling- and loved the damn idea that it was his own nightmares because of what happened to his brother- especially given the context of the game. William basically left him since he hated him, and was forced into a hell like FNAF 4. Also in the bottom image- he's supposed to look ghost like. Never goes outside, stays in his room an anxious mess.

Design 2- (I meant Fredbear in the art lol.) Anyway, this design is supposed to look like William around the time of the bite of 83' but ofc ofc still Michael. Michael is okay. But, this is the extra night of FNAF 2 when the main security guard leaves to be the next victim of the biting season. This is where he starts to get extremely guilty again, and where he builds his obsession to the opening FNAF restaurants to try and fix his past, to fix what his father did, and to try and redeem himself. In this era he also begins frequently writing letters to his brother, as if he could see them. Because he sincerely wants to make things right.

Designs 3- Fnaf 1 and sister location era. All before the scoop. For FNAF 1, he wears a simular outfit to FNAF 2- Just a more purplish- shade of blue. He's also growing his hair out- trying to look less like his father, due to his pure resentment. He is succeeding a little more now. Though, in sister location he wears a purple uniform, and ends up in a simular look that his father was so generously killing kids in (other than suit. Michael doesn't look like a bunny thing, sorry guys.) Also fun little fact, he joins these jobs to redeem himself- but is scared shitless of animatronics.

DISTURBING IMAGERY AHEAD. BODY HORROR!!

Design 4- Basic idea of half a year or so of recovery. After lots of surgeries and medical attention, he looks a little better. He still has some wire in his body, mainly in parts that were very attached to his body (just ripped off of Ennard) and was left behind in places that keep his body together. (Wire runs along his stomach/chest and skin attaches there to keep him closed. Wire replaces his knee so he can still walk, and other wire was just pulled. Lots of scar tissue is present where any stitches are, or any places Ennard poked out from/entered from. His eyes were popped out by Ennard, leaving him blind and more or less with no "pupil." He is also able to grow very thin hair, but it falls out and is rather short.

Design 5- You can steal Michael's hair. He wears a wig that was the same colour as his past hair, and wears that whenever he is out/working. He wears a lot of looser clothes to avoid skin irritation- considering his skin falls off easily (also wears a ton of bandages around his body to prevent this.) In public he adds a mask to his look, some of his face being ripped up. Due to his look and practically dead body, he is unable to age normally. He'll have a simular appearance the rest of his life, maybe with a few more wrinkles and a load of weakness. Now, he is starting to move on. He's still extremely sorry, but he writes letters to Evan everyday. He also visits his grave, bringing the fredbear plush Evan had. Ofc he still wants revenge, but is more at peace about his brother. (He still hates his father. Badly.)

Proof

[jojo56jerboa]

incorrect quotes

(y/n crying in the corner)

gaz: y/n are you possessed

y/n:uehhh

*turns slightly to gaz*

y/n:arahhhh

gaz omg!!!

*y/n chasing him down the hall*

--

*soap with a mic*

soap:do you think men deserve rights?

*y/n high af*

y/n:bing bong

soap:you heard em BING BONG!!!

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price:L

gaz:O

y/n:👍

soap:no

y/n:✌️

soap:NO

y/n:🖕

soap:NOO

y/n:V

soap: 3

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rookie:wow you really have a crush on that salamander hottie?!

*gaz makes heart eyes at y/n*

rookie:shes like bigger strong and probably a better fighter then you!

gaz:exactly...what a woman

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*ghost and y/n in the car with y/n taking pics of this cute cake Alejandro got for them*

y/n: :)....*not giving ghosts attention still taking pics*

ghost:...*gets a spoon and scoops at the cake while y/n is taking pics making it fall*

y/n: auhh!

*y/n gets ghost's burger and smashes it*

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graves:whoa whis the babe?

*looking at a pic of y/n*

price:thats..our medic?

graves:uhhhh

*y/n peeps around the corner*

y/n:you talking shit bitch?!

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y/n:hold my hand NEOW!!

*rody shakily holds y/n hand*

rody: IT BURNSSSssS

rody:it burnssss

y/n: lets go

*rody in the background*:it burnssss

y/n:look everyone we holding hands!!!

*rody still screaming in the background*

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Alejandro: hi y/n u miss me?!

y/n: yes. yes yuh miss you

graves: hey y/n you miss me to?

y/n: bitch n-no bitch*middle finger* bi-bitch no*middle finger*

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*soap walks past y/n*

y/n:who tf did you hair

soap:hwhat?

y/n:nah i-im on the phone

soap:yeah you on the phone ?😋

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price:i mean can yall hug each other act like yall love each other?

*soap slowly gose in to hug y/n*

*y/n pushes him away so hard he goes flying into the desk*

gaz:come on! im trying to go to my room to!!

*y/n flips of the camera*

ghost:ooooo PUT IT DOWN!

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gaz and y/n joined the meeting on there pcs*

both y/n,soap and gaz:bow bow!!!

*soap yapping with y/n*

y/n: i got shot 😋

soap:eh?!

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soap: at the end of the day y/n im a man!-

y/n: a man whos gay!

y/n: you like dudes-get that through ya head

soap:..

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gaz:look how creepy it is looking down that hallway

y/n:im gonna get vertigo

soap: am i a virgo?-

ghost:no your a virgin

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graves:wake yo ass up!

*y/n tied down on a chair*

y/n:bitch im up!... im up!

y/n:tf!

both:...

y/n im up!

[writeintrees]

Trick or Treat? 🦇

*gasp* what a fearsome ghost costume! here is a treat to carry with you throughout this spooky hallow’s eve

✌️hello! i would like to offer an update on my writing, as i have done little more that queue posts on this blog. this gets a lot rambly

in June 2023, i stowed away the 7th draft of CitC (my main novel) to come back to later with fresh eyes. i started writing another book in the same universe but with a very different setting. i think calling it a prequel is misleading as it follows different characters and is set ~160 years before CitC

i hit a funk in December 2023 and tried to get my writing gears oiled by 1) writing a random story with my CitC characters so i could get back in their heads and back into the mindset to make their actions in character. i got too intimidated to write #1 yet so i started 2) a very self-indulgent story of traumatized characters giving each other safe places to land, and them sacrificing themselves to save the other. once again, i got distracted (i’m half laughing at myself and half giving myself a stern talking to). i wrote #3 in May 2024. don’t worry, this is the end of my story inception journey. 3) was a story about monsters being unleashed into the world and slowly gaining ground, while scientists and the military try to stop it. my MC tags along while her girlfriend, a leading researcher in evolutionary biology, works to understand the creatures. cue fights with monsters and figuring out the culprit behind the incursion. i fell in love with this story and it’s first draft sits at 18.2 k words. i either need someone to talk me into or out of trying to publish this someday. i cannot figure out if this would be a novelette or novella or something else

i had a bad bout of chronic fatigue that took away my ability to write for a bit. i’m back to writing #2, which is hitting so many tropes and plot points that i adore, so hopefully i’ll get less rusty as i chug along

this is starting to look far fetched, but my goal is to start reading CitC draft 7 by the end of 2024. a friend talked through the plot with me and i have to rework more than i would like, but i know the novel will be stronger for it

oops! that’s way more than you asked for, but that’s the entire low down on where my writing is sitting. i’m trying to ignore the stares of my other WIPs from where they’re sitting on the shelf

[lipglossanon]

Pumpkin Carving

subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, dirty talk, grinding, kissing, slight nipple play, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

not proofread ✌️

“I don’t wanna nit pick but what’s that supposed to be exactly, little bro?”

Leon slumps down onto the table with a groan, “Even with a stencil I still suck.”

“Hey now I didn’t say all that,” you laugh and stand next to him at the kitchen table, “oh okay, it’s a bat right?”

He sighs and lifts his head, “Well it rhymes with bat.”

You turn your head and can make out a lumpy looking kitty, “Oh okay, yeah! Wow, uh I mean it’s definitely an artistic take.”

“See?” he pouts and drops the serrated blade onto the table, “I suck.”

“No you don’t,” you ruffle his hair before reaching forward to grab the blade, “I think it’s the tail that’s throwing it off.”

You shimmy the blade into the pumpkin and carve a few extra pieces away. 

“Hmm I think that fixed it,” you murmur, stepping back to size it up. 

“You’re perfect at everything,” he sighs wistfully making you giggle. 

“You’re a little dork,” you say affectionally and kiss his cheek, “c’mon let’s go put it out on the porch.”

You grab the little LED battery operated tea light as Leon grabs his pumpkin and make your way to the front door. You hold it open for Leon and he smiles at you, setting his pumpkin down near the railing for the steps. You hand him the little tea light and he turns it on then places it inside his pumpkin. You both walk out into the yard then turn to face the porch. 

“It does look better,” Leon nods, sneaking his hand into yours, “thank you.”

“No problem,” you grin over at him, “seems like you could use the help. That was one pretty terrible bat.”

Taking his side eye for the warning that it is, you turn to run away from him. You get halfway across the yard before you feel him wrap his bulky arms around your middle and hoist you up. 

“Put me down!” you get out between laughs as he lifts you higher making your legs dangle.

He lowers you til your feet are touching the grass and you push forward but he just pulls you more firmly back into his chest. 

“You should apologize,” he chuckles as he hugs you tightly to him, “I tried my best and you’re being mean.”

“Aww,” you coo, spinning around in his arms leaving him surprised.

You stand up on your tip toes, lips boldly ghosting across his since it’s dark and none of the neighbors can see you two. 

“I’m so sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

You feel Leon’s cock chub up against you, making you grin as he buries his blushing face into your neck. 

“Can we makeout in my room?”

You pat his cheek getting him to raise his head; you kiss him slowly, sucking on his bottom lip. 

“Wanna just make out right here?” 

You glance around and see the lawn chairs your mom set out ages ago underneath the shade tree. He follows you over to one of the chairs and lets you push him down and climb into his lap. He groans into your mouth when you sit down on his bulging cock. 

“Hmm so big already,” you giggle and kiss his heated cheeks, “kinda wanna dry hump you til you’re cumming in your pants.”

“Please,” he whimpers, hands grabbing at your hips, “god, I’d love that.”

You both sigh and giggle at each other, trying to keep quiet as the kisses turn from slow and syrupy to blazing hot. Leon lets you lead the entire time, more than happy to follow whatever direction you want to go. Once you feel like you need an actual breath, you pull away from his red, wet lips. 

He looks at you shyly and whispers, “Can I suck on your tits?”

Fondness for him makes you smile brightly, “Mmm well I guess so. But..”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll have to keep hidden under my shirt and not move around too much, think you can do that?”

He whimpers and bucks up into you, “Trapped in your shirt sucking on your tits is a fucking dream.”

Laughing, you grind down on him making his head fall back against the chair. 

“Kiss me first, hot stuff,” you coo at him, letting him slip his palms under your shirt to play with your nipples. 

You mewl and sigh into his messy, spit filled kisses as he tugs and pulls on your sensitive buds. You both rock and grind your hips against one another, finally finding a good rhythm that has his fat bulge rubbing all along your clit just right. 

He finally pulls away, lips kiss swollen and red, pupils completely swallowing the pretty blue of his eyes. 

“Can I?”

“Mmhmm, such a good boy,” you murmur making him whimper, head disappearing under your baggy t-shirt and mouth latching onto a hard nipple. 

You rock down harder on him, feeling him moan and suckle at your breasts, swapping back and forth between them with soft sighs and groans. 

“Mmm feels good,” you sigh quietly, slowly rocking against him so he can nibble and suck your breasts more easily. 

Leon grips your doughy thighs with his hot hands, skin indenting under his fingertips while he whines around your nipples. You shiver, now realizing how cold it is outside in just your sleep shorts as his hands anchor you to his lap, chubbed cock rubbing right against your thinly covered pussy.  

“Leon,” you reach under to grab his shoulders, “hey c’mon.”

He finally lets go of your nipples, giving one last suck to each of them making you mewl, before he pulls back out from under your shirt. His lips are spit slick and shiny with hair mussed every which way making you smile. 

“Wanna do a little more?”

“Yeah, yeah, what do you wanna do?”

He’s so eager, hands kneading your thighs as his eyes stare up at you, dazed and wanting. 

You lean forward so you can whisper in his ear. 

“It’s pretty dark, right?”

You feel him swallow hard and nod. You place a soft kiss on the shell of his ear. 

“Maybe you should slip those sweats down while I slip my shorts off,” you nip his earlobe making him buck up into you, “I think it’d be pretty hot to fuck right here where anyone could see.”

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, hands fumbling with the band of his sweats til they’re tucked under his balls, cock dripping everywhere. 

You hum excitedly and follow after, slipping your shorts off and tugging your panties to the side as you press your soaked cunt onto his throbbing dick. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chants to himself, eyes honed in on where your pussy is slowly sinking down on his fat cock. 

You’re biting your lip to stifle any noise as he fills you up and stretches you out so good. 

“Fuck,” you finally gasp once you’re completely seated on his pelvis, dick buried so deep in your pussy there’s a slight bulge at this angle. 

“I’ll never get over how big you are,” you laugh giddily, “little brother has the fattest dick and it’s all mine, mmm.”

“S’good pussy,” he whines, “you’re just too tight. Always so fucking tight on my cock.”

His hands are grabbing your hips like a lifeline and squeezing so tight it’s making your cunt pulse around his dick.  

“I’m just gonna keep you warm,” you tease, keeping as still as possible on his cock, “gotta let my tight pussy stretch out some before I can ride you.”

You kiss him sweetly after that, swallowing his moaning into your mouth.  He kisses you back, licking and sucking your tongue making you hum and grind your clit against where it’s pressed against his pelvis. 

He pulls away to catch his breath, panting and mewling under you. 

“Please, can we move? Pretty please, I’ll be so good, I’ll do whatever you want,” tears gather at his lash line, making his eyes shine up at you. 

You press a quick kiss to his jaw and lean back a little to better face him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly roll your hips making him gasp. 

“Alright, since you’re being such a good boy for me, I’ll let you pick,” you grin at him, “I can ride you in this chair, taking my time dragging it out and you can suck on my tits.”

He whines loudly at that making you place a palm over his mouth. 

“Or,” you grind down on him with a sigh, “you can pin me down in the yard and fuck me from behind, all hard and dirty. But you don’t get to suck my tits.”

Instead of answering, Leon picks you up as he stands, cock still lodged inside your clenching pussy walls making you moan quietly. 

“As much as I love your tits,” he whispers against your neck as he pulls out and sets you on your feet, “I wanna fuck you in the dirt.”

Your delighted laugh ends on a whine as he spins you around and helps you down onto your hands and knees. 

“Mmm this is so hot, Leon,” you say to him over your shoulder as he presses in behind you. 

“I know,” he groans, smacking the tip of his cock against your pussy, “gonna be a little rough if that’s okay?”

“Please,” you moan, “be rough with me baby brother. Really give your slutty sister’s pussy what she needs.”

He growls, growls you think pleased, down at you as he bottoms out in one harsh thrust making you clamp your hands over your mouth, forearms flat on the ground as your upper body lays against the dew damp grass. 

“This slutty pussy just needs a good fuck,” he grunts, folding himself over your back, hands placed on either side of your head; turning you can watch his forearms flex with his thrusts making your drool at the sight. 

“Love your little pussy, fuck,” he’s letting himself fuck you hard and deep, knocking against your cervix so good that you’re gushing slick down your thighs.  

“Love that I get to creampie my sexy fucking sister,” he groans, hips pumping into yours so hard that your knees have to spread for better balance, opening your pussy up for rougher fucking. 

“Leon, please, give it to me,” you finally get out before clamping your hands back over your mouth. 

He’s splitting your pussy open so good on his cock right in the front yard; god, anyone can see you two. They might not be able to tell who you two were but definitely that you were getting fucked from behind like some animal and loving it. 

Leon’s really giving it to you, big dick bullying inside your tight pussy, dragging against your g-spot so much you’re shocked you haven’t cum yet. All you can do is lay in the dirt, getting grass stains all over your knees while Leon uses your sopping wet hole to get off. 

“Gonna cum,” he whines, lips kissing and licking the back of your neck, “gonna breed your wet little pussy, sis. Fuck, gonna fill you so full you’re gonna be dripping when we go back inside. Dripping down your fucking thighs. God, can I sneak into your room later? Wanna fuck you in bed, the same way. Pussy’s too good.”

“Yes, fuck,” you finally drop your hands and push up on your elbows, arching your back so he can fuck your pussy deeper, “cum in me, being such a good boy, fucking ruin my pussy, knock me up.”

“Fucking—“ he bites your shoulder, teeth digging deep into your skin as he rabbits into your squelching pussy as he spurts rope after rope of hot sticky jizz all inside your cunt. 

You hear him spit and then feel his slippery fingers rubbing your clit in rough tight circles. You cry out before he’s slapping his free hand across your mouth, eyes crossing as he makes you cum around his still pulsing dick, walls fluttering and milking him repeatedly. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he whimpers against your ear making you shiver and clamp down on him even tighter. 

You pull his hand down to cup your neck, “Yeah, pretty boy? S’cause you’re making me take it,” you whine, wanting to rile him up, “making my little pussy take your fat load.”

He grinds against you with a pathetic keen, “Can’t help it. You’re the best, fuck, love you so much.”

Although the cool evening is still wrapped around you, his words make you dizzy warm from the inside out. 

“Love you too, Leon,” you giggle against him, “pull out, wanna kiss.”

“Okay,” he hisses as his cock pops free from your still clenching heat and he flips you over to pull you into his arms. He holds you in his lap, swapping sloppy sweet kisses between soft praise. 

You shiver and press close, “We should probably head inside before someone calls the cops or we catch a cold.”

“Cops is definitely the worst outcome,” Leon laughs, and picks you up in his arms. 

As Leon is sneaking you back into the house in a bridal carry, making sure to be quiet as he steps up in the porch, you kiss his cheek, “Your pumpkin does look pretty cute after all, Leon.”

divider: @firefly-graphics

[5eraphim]

Thinking about Medic fucking up his captive s/o so bad that they develop psychotic delusions of him being a god.. (Medic would probably just enable it because he loves the idea of his darling worshipping him and obeying everything he says <3)

YOUR MINDDDDD!!! This was so fun to write, thank you so much for the request ＼(^o^)／

(I didn't know if you were expecting a oneshot or headcanons, but I really wanted to write something lewd about this, hope that works for you! Reader is kept gender neutral here ✌️)

Summary: Reader suffers visions of lust for the divine, a secret kept hidden for some time now. But the darker the confession the more painful the penance, especially when Medic is the enforcer. And while atonement is necessary for salvation, the guilt always remains.

Character: Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI!)

Content Warnings: Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob

Word Count: 5k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- Cirice, Ghost)

"Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver you, and you shall honour me." (Psalm 50:15)

"The Lord favors those who fear him, Those who wait for His faithfulness." (Psalms 147:11)

Breaking the room's silence, you heard a heavy wooden door creak open, sending a shiver down your spine. All day dark storm clouds covered any sunlight which might've peaked through the glass windows of your homemade chapel domicile, but even without sunset, you knew it must've been hours into the night. And for hours, you knelt on the lightly padded kneeler in front of the makeshift stone table you called your alter. The chapel was humble, hardly more expansive than a garage, but constructed with the utmost reverence to your Holiness. The small space allowed for little more than the altar, a pew, a few kneelers, a foldable wall to serve as your confessional booth, a bookshelf that held all your precious scriptures, and some candles to adorn the place, as well as to provide the only source of light in the room. Once, you kept a bed to rest on behind the pew, but now you slept on the bench, using nothing more than a towel for a pillow and a single sheet as a blanket. It was uncomfortable, but you would endure any discomfort to prove to your divine one that you needed nothing but this to get by.

There was a numb ache in your knees from remaining in this position for so long, becoming harder and harder to ignore the longer you forced yourself to stay in this position. Some candles around the altar burnt themselves out long ago, casting angular twisting shadows along the walls surrounding you. But despite how the serpentine darkness unnerved you, causing you to jump every now and then at an odd flickering shape just out of the corner of your eye, you dared not move. The only sound in the room, save for the steady pattering of rain outside, were the verses of scripture you resited again, and again, and again, murmuring under your breath. At the same time, you nervously fiddled with the beads of your rosary. You tried your best to focus all your energy on praying the rosary, but your mind was restless, and no force of will was enough to distract you from the guilt gnawing away at your conscience.

It was agony to endure this guilt, and you prayed desperately to see your Holy Guardian return soon, though upon hearing his arrival, you were far from comforted. Your vespers halted when the heavy wooden door creaked open, causing you to instinctively look over your shoulder behind you. Your beloved Father was finally home. "Are you still up, my Child?"

You swallowed nervously, unable to formulate any words. All day you dreaded the moment your Holy Father would return home, and now here he was, several paces away. Then, for just a moment, he stood at the door as you watched him remove his glasses to try and wipe away the raindrops. You watched him walk forward, withdrawing his damp overcoat, which fluttered like bird's wings behind him as he ran a hand through his wet hair to push away some of the water. Medic wasn't precisely drenched, but you couldn't help but notice how his damp clothing clung to his body, his broad athletic build clearly visible, even in the low lighting. You were so momentarily distracted by this you completely forgot he asked you a question until he stood almost directly behind you.

"You look unwell, little one. How long have you been here praying?" "I am unsure, Father." The concern in his eyes only worsened the suffocating guilt inside you.

"Sit with me then. Tell me what is troubling you." Medic watched as you attempted to pull yourself up. Still, the tension and numbness in your body were too great, and you stumbled a little, catching yourself on the high part of the kneeler, almost dropping your rosary in the process, which you quickly stuffed into your pocket. While still clearly concerned, Medic smiled gently, using his own hands to help hold you steady as he gently pulled you to your feet. You couldn't help but flush slightly, feeling his strong hands against your shoulders and back, aiding you to walk to the nearby pew. Time must've really escaped you, as standing upright and walking aggravated the ache in your knees. You held onto his hands for balance as you gingerly sat down, your legs trembling slightly, threatening to slacken at any minute. He sat beside you, causing you to unconsciously scoot away a little closer to the corner of the bench, and you bit your lip nervously, feeling your knees touching as he turned to face you slightly. The guilt you tried so hard to keep at bay all day now felt all-consuming. Still, despite the anxiety written across your face, Medic smiled, his eyes gentle and loving. It took all your strength not to wince when you felt his hands around your own. His gloves did nothing to downplay the intimacy of the moment.

"Tell me your troubles, Child. Open up to me, and I will listen." It was too hard to look him in the eye, to see the compassionate affection exhibited by your Savior, which you knew you didn't deserve. But, if you wanted to do the right thing, you knew it was time, to tell the truth.

"Heavenly Lord, I fear I have- um, I find myself troubled by certain, um… These awful visions in the night. Deep while I am sleeping. I see things I don't want to see and think things I don't want to. I feel this awful burning in the night, but when I awaken again, I can't- well, I can't describe it, but I feel so ashamed."

He squeezed your hands a little, causing you to briefly meet his eye, now colored by curiosity, before looking back down. You wanted so badly not to have to tell him what you saw, hoping naively simply confessing to the visions would be enough, but you could tell he wouldn't be content with that. "Oh? And what do you see?"

"I don't want to say… It's embarrassing, and I feel wrong thinking about it now." He leaned a little closer, his voice still gentle but with a definite edge.

"I can see that, but my Child, how can I absolve you of a sin you can't even confess? Am I not your salvation incarnate?" Your head jolted straight up, eyes wide.

"Yes, you are, my Lord! You are my light, my life- I would never doubt this!" Although he remained unconvinced, he could tell you were hiding something, and you weren't about to get out of this until he knew what it was.

"And do you doubt there is a sin so severe I can not absolve you of?" Chewing your lower lip nervously, you shook your head no slightly. Looking at his hands around yours as you spoke in a frail, unsteady voice.

"I see you, my Lord. But, I also see us together, but not as we should be." He said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

"I see us, or rather, I see you over me… I don't know how to describe it, though-"

Medic interrupted in a firm voice. "Tell me the truth." Your shame brought you nearly to tears.

"I see your body over mine- over my naked body… I see your hands stroking my skin and your mouth against my neck and shoulders. A-and everywhere you touch me, I burn, and it hurts, but I can't stop wanting more! We're on the altar bed, and-" Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers moving against your hands as though trying to urge you on, clearly sensing how bad you wanted out. And you couldn't help but fluster and stammer at this smallest, seemingly innocent, caring act.

"I know this is wrong- I don't want to think like this, I swear! But once these- these awful dreams start, I cannot stop them! And all I am so blinded by the image of my body against yours, as we- As we become one, my Lord."

Getting those final words out took so much effort, but now it is over. You told Medic everything.

Your heart wrenched as you saw his expression form into one of an almost pitiful disappointment. "I always feared it would come to this…." He trailed off. He pulled his hands away from yours as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He removed his glasses with one hand, rubbing his eyes tiredly with the other. Medic looked as though he somehow saw this coming, like he was privy to something you were utterly blind to. You pulled your hands back to your own lap as your fingers fidgeted restlessly. Nothing hurt more than letting down your Lord; sitting with this feeling only amplified your considerable guilt. Finally, you forced yourself to look him in the eye. He was already disappointed. You didn't want him to think you were more pathetic than you already felt.

"My Lord, I'm telling you the truth- These awful dreams, these visions disrupting my sleep at night, I can't understand where they come from. I don't mean to offend you; I just-" Your gaze dropped from Medic's face to your hands wringing anxiously in your lap. You no longer had the strength to look him in the eye, summoning all your resolve to force yourself not to cry. After all, what right did you have acting so pitifully before him? You were the sinner after all, yet here you were, cowering before your Lord. Weak, feeble, in need of his mercy and guidance.

"I suppose this isn't entirely your fault… I always knew this was coming. Perhaps I didn't expect this so soon, is all." You snuck a peek up at his face, and to your surprise, he didn't look disappointed as you feared, but something different you couldn't understand entirely. Still, you felt too unworthy to look upon his face much longer, bowing your head a little, facing your lap, trying not to think about how despite the situation, you felt so warm sitting so close to your Holiness, knees only barely connecting.

"Please, Father, I don't understand what you mean." He shifted his weight away from you slightly, leaning against the back of the pew, sighing through his nose, contemplating his following words carefully.

"I thought I noticed how your eyes seemed to follow my hands as I guided you in prayer. Or how some evenings you wouldn't follow my eyes, somewhat- distracted by my lips. Yes, I've always known how the human mind can be swayed by thoughts of lust and decadence… But maybe I was wrong for thinking you were strong enough to resist such… carnal impulses. You were all too aware of the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

"But I told you- I never asked for this! You know I'm not to blame here!" All in an instant, you felt a cold shiver run up your spine as you watched all former warmth and kindness vanish from his face all at once as he stared you down with his icy cold, narrowed blue eyes. "You think this absolves you of anything, sinner?" You were about to speak to try and defend yourself, but he cut you off before you got the chance.

"You are nothing but full of pride and arrogance if you think you're somehow holy for merely wishing your sins away! I never thought you were so foolish, so childish, but it would appear I was all wrong about you-"

"Don't say that, please, my Lord, I didn't- I mean no offense, you must believe me! I need you now more than ever! I'm so confused. Please tell me how I can atone for all of this!"

Your hands were clasped tightly as you begged the Medic to show you mercy. You didn't mean to offend him or cast doubt upon your devotion, but you were terrified. You desperately grabbed onto his hands, tears beginning to fall, your breathing erratic. You couldn't think clearly. You were too desperate to somehow prove to him you were worthy. But he continued to look at you coolly, his blue eyes harsh and stern. It was impossible to hold eye contact. Your mind was so wracked with guilt for what you'd done. Thankfully he spoke next in a more level voice.

"Tell me, my Child, and I want to hear the truth. When you think of these dreams, have you been touching yourself as well?" Instantly on the defensive, your face heated as you try to explain yourself.

"No! No- I haven't! I wouldn't do that to you- I wouldn't dare!" He looked at you skeptically, his lips pressed firmly together in a straight line. You could feel fresh tears sliding down your face. "My Lord, you must believe me! I'm sorry I was so greedy- I'm sorry I dreamt such perverse things while you were gone, but you know I wouldn't go so far!"

Unfortunately, he appeared to remain unconvinced. Medic softly petted the top of your head with a gloved hand, he didn't seem convinced, but at least his anger appeared quelled. Once again, you felt so overcome by the shame of your own actions you buried your face in his chest, momentarily forgetting your sense of restraint, unable to think of anything but doing whatever you needed in the name of forgiveness. Murmuring apologies and pleas for mercy between sobs, no doubt streaking tears into his vestments. Over and over in your head, you screamed at yourself. "Why did I have to lose control like that?" "How could I be so weak!"

"Please, my heavenly Father, I would rather die than betray you! I love you more than anything! But, just please, please, please tell me you believe me!"

He waited for you to quiet down a touch before he responded. "I wish I could have my Child. But you've disobeyed me." The moment these words left his lips, your heart sunk like a rock, as you felt frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening. It was like you'd just felt the air knocked from your lungs. You felt Medic's hand continuing to pet the top of your head.

"My dearest child, I'm afraid if you want me to believe you are faithful and to believe you are pure, you must pay." With your head still pressed against his body, your voice mumbled but still understandable, "Heavenly Father, whatever I must do to prove my faith, I will. Without fear and without any doubt." Medic's hand drifted from the back of your head to the side of your face to guide your head up to meet him at eye level.

"You'll do anything?" Without missing a beat, you answered. "Anything."

Medic nodded. "There is a way. I can absolve you of all your sins, but only for a price. If you truly wish to purify yourself of such… carnal thoughts of yours, all your distractions leading you from Holiness. I can forgive you of your perversions and restore your devotion to your Father. But, this will cost you." You could tell he was testing you, but there was no threat of pain dire enough to sway you now.

"My life is yours, My Lord. Do to me whatever it takes to make me pure again." He studied your face briefly, trying to tell if there was any final hesitation, but you were resolute. "All you need to do is obey. Follow my word, and have faith. Believe that I am your God and your Savior."

"I can." And with that, he nodded, rising. "Kneel at the pulpit for me. I'll join you there in just a moment." Eagerly your rose. Whatever ache you felt earlier was forgotten entirely. Kneeling once again before the altar reminded you of your cause. You were to live and serve your Divine Lord; if he wanted you to prove it, then you would. But when you saw the Medic returning, you couldn't help but shudder, all too aware of the fear you tried so hard to silence.

Medic held a kind of insidious instrument in his hand you'd never seen before. Your eye instantly draws to the wicked sharp tip, the awful needle easily the length of your forearm over a shorter yet wicked sharp blade. The hollow bulb at the back of the device made the thing look like some kind of mechanical mosquito, and you were about to be its prey. Your mouth went dry, and you felt dizzy just looking at the thing. Still, you forced yourself to remain as still as a statue, turning your gaze from the device to Medic.

"The price you must pay for your penance will be a blood price." The closer he walked, or rather, the closer the weapon got, the more sinister it appeared. If looking at it was terrifying, the idea of it going inside of you was even worse, but deep down, you knew this was what you deserved, and you brought this on yourself. So no matter how terrifying the punishment, you had no one to blame but yourself. Medic drew close enough to stand right behind you. With his free hand, he held yours, turning it upright, before using his fingers to try and find a vein in your upper arm, right above your elbow.

Goosebumps prickled all across your body when you felt the tip of the needle make contact with your arm. You could feel yourself breathing a bit heavier, your knuckles going while as you gripped the edge of the kneeler with your free arm, your other palm disappearing as you closed your hand into a tight fist.

"Now focus on me, think of only me. Let your God guide you back to the light, it will hurt, but only for a moment, and you'll be restored once it's over. Do you accept your penance?"

It will only hurt more if you watch, you reasoned with yourself, so with your eyes squeezed as tight as possible, you spoke. "I accept." While the initial pick of the needle's tip against your skin terrified you, the feeling of the needle digging into your flesh hurt all the more. The sting was far, far worse than any needle before. It was impossible to keep from wincing or to hold in your yelp of pain as you felt the needle burrow in deeper.

"Steady now. I need you still. If you move too much, we'll have to start all over."

You let go of your grip on the kneeling, biting down on your own knuckle to keep from screaming. If only you had something to hold onto in the hand being drained, but you had nothing but your own fist to tense down on.

"Now I'm going to pull blood. This is going to hurt. Just remember this is for your own good."

It was almost impossible to talk, but through grit teeth, you tried anyway. "Thank you, my Holy Father." And without another word, you felt Medic begin to drain your blood.

He was right. It hurt. The unbearable tension you felt from your teeth and skull all the way down to your curled toes burned like hell. It was hard to hear anything over your heavy breathing and the occasional whine of pain, but that was for the best. The idea of listening to this awful thing as it sucked your life away sounded far worse. How long has it been like this? How much longer would he keep you here? You had no idea, but it was becoming harder and harder to stay still by the second, and you were afraid you wouldn't last much longer.

You wanted to look at the altar, to remind yourself why you were doing all this, to think of anything to distract from the pain, but it was impossible to open your eyes. But instead, you swore you could feel a numbness in your fingertips and in your toes. Your head felt so heavy and tense, and you found yourself wondering, if only for a second, if Medic was done with you all together and if this was your last moment before death.

Then, just as soon as it started, you felt Medic pressing down over where he injected the needle before pulling out in one decisive strike. This was far worse than the insertion, the pain white hot, causing you to arch your back, your head falling back as you screamed in agony. The ache was terrible enough, but the nausea was just as miserable. When you felt Medic's hands leave your body, you slipped forward, panting, your upper body clinging to the top of the kneeler for dear life. It felt like the room was spinning or like the floor was about to give out at any second. The pain you felt before in this spot felt like a joke compared to what you felt now.

"Blessed are you, my Child. You have come to me with your sins, and I send you forth, cleansed and pure again. You have put yourself at the mercy of the divine, and you have been granted forgiveness."

"I don't feel so good…." You were still slumped over the kneeler. It was impossible to think of anything but the pain. You weren't even proud of yourself for withstanding it. All you wanted was to fall asleep. To wake up to a new day and to pretend none of this happened. Medic must've put the device away as you could now feel both his hands rubbing little circles against your back. You didn't want to think about what he wanted to do with your blood, the terrible needle was gone now, and that was all that mattered.

"Without sin, salvation is empty. You hurt now, but take comfort knowing the pain you feel is all your sin and weakness leaving your body."

You tried to nod, but you were too weak to remain upright. Your head began to bob forward as your body went limp. Fortunately, Medic immediately caught you, keeping you from falling directly to the ground. You didn't even know how you were still awake, but you felt like a rag doll, limp and no longer in control of your body. You could feel Medic supporting your total weight, guiding you back to the pew, laying you down, your head resting on his lap. You felt so terribly cold, curling up into a ball on your side. You were about to give in to the drowsiness all together, but only in turning your head to the side did you notice the straining fabric of Medic's trousers. "You did well for your Savior. Would you allow me to reward you for faith?"

For a second, you considered if this was a trick if Medic were baiting you, giving you one last test of the night. After all, actually seeing your Holy Lord in such a state after dreaming about him for so long, it all felt too good to be true. But to your surprise, when you turned your gaze upward to look Medic in the eye, you noticed how wide his pupils were, the flush or arousal on his cheeks, the teasing half-smile. You realized just as likely as this was a test to see if you really could fight back against your lust. Perhaps this was another test of your loyalty? It was impossible to tell, and you felt a familiar confused fear resurfacing.

"My God, I'm honored, but I fear I am unworthy…." Fortunately, he wasn't offended by your hesitation.

"To indulge in the sins of the flesh would be a mortal sin for any other, but you must know- I am no man. I am your Divine. To service me is an act of Holiness. Allow me to guide your hands." Your mind was caught in a whirlwind of exhaustion and desire, it was impossible to think clearly, but you were helpless to feel the need burning inside you. It was weak, and you didn't have the strength to give in together, but you were ready to take the opportunity while you could. The unstoppable desire to serve and to give everything you had to your Master.

He looked at you with eyes glimmering, shining with love and the faintest smile, "Sweet lamb, your desires are only unholy when you indulge in secret, away from me. But now that I am here to bless and guide you- If it is my mortal vessel you are so taken by, show me your devotion." You knew he was right, and you wanted to give in. You wanted to trust and have faith, but you couldn't help but hesitate. It was almost impossible to remember life before Medic, but you were confident you weren't nearly experienced enough to please him as he deserved. The idea of being put on the spot, of your Lord coming to you of all people for something like this? The opportunity filled you equally with anxiety as ecstasy.

"You are my salvation. My sole purpose for living is to worship and serve you. I owe you everything I have. To indulge myself like this- I don't understand how I could be worthy. I adore you, but am I enough?" Your words had no effect on him. If anything only spurred him on.

"Don't be so shy, my little saint. You've done so well to prove to me your devotion, and now I want you to show it. Take my hand." And with that final command, you obeyed.

You dumbly felt your head repositioned on Medic's lap as he undid his pants, pulling his undergarments down with them enough to comfortably free himself from the restrictive fabric. If you weren't feeling half-dead, you might've had the shame to look away, but now, all you could do was take in the sight before you. You felt like an outside observer, out of body and entirely at the whims of another, but still, you couldn't deny it felt good. Better than good. You were somehow flushed and tingly inside, feeling so pure and yet filled with lust, a sensation you'd never known before, as though your entire life had built up to this moment. All in the service of your God.

Medic was already quite hard, and you watched intently as he took your hand. His glove already pulled off, and you couldn't help but shudder at the skin-to-skin contact. With your hand open, he licked along the length of your index finger before he closed his lips around the digit. You never realized how many sensitive nerves were in your hand until you felt his mouth around your fingers. His skilled tongue wrapped around your fingers, coating each one with a bit of saliva. You felt his cheeks sucking in as he sucked a little harder, the lewd noises making the moment feel all the more erotic.

After he had his fun with this, you felt the chilly draft against the now wet flesh. Though for only a moment as your hand was pulled down to make contact with his warm flesh. He sharply breathed in through grit teeth, using his hand to tightly wrap yours against the shaft before applying a little friction. Even in your current state of mind, you could feel the tension in his body, and you felt so honored and privileged to witness your Holy Master consumed with lust. He was more beautiful than any man, angel, or devil you'd ever dreamed of.

It was hard to keep up, but you did your best to use your slick fingers to massage the flesh beneath his tight hold. You felt a holy kind of pride as you watched his brow scrunch, a breathy moan amid his panting, knowing you were doing so well to honor your God like no one else. Then, despite the vertigo, you forced your head to move, to use what little strength you had left to connect your lips to the wet head of his cock, and to kiss your Master, tongue out, ready to merge. It felt like your lips only connected with his anatomy for a moment before you felt him reach his climax. His breathy moaning and thrusting against you put all your initial erotic dreams to shame. You couldn't believe your Lord allowed you to see him like this, more charming than ever before. Even in your haze, you could feel the warmth of his body against yours.

When you rolled onto your back to lay on the bench more comfortably, you felt as though you could still feel his vitality, the essence within you. You were too numb to sense if any of the mess landed on you, but you were vaguely aware of the sensation of him rubbing around his lap and maybe even on you with a cloth to collect what he could of the mess. You wrapped your arms around yourself, sighing with bliss. With a gentle touch, Medic caressed the side of your face with his four fingers before you felt his thumb tap against your slightly parted lips.

"Swallow. This is the salvation you've awaited."

Your eyes were already shut, and you were thankful his touch was so gentle as he pushed the cum stuck to his finger into your mouth, which you happily allowed to pass your lips as you suckled. Then, finally, he pulled his finger out, running his thumb over your lips, trailing your saliva over them as he stroked the side of your face. But moments before you nodded off, you whispered, "My Lord, will you promise to pray for me? Will you pray I will one day be worthy to receive your grace? That we can become one?"

You weren't even sure if he heard your final words, everything was going black, and your mind was lost in the haze. Before slipping away into oblivion, your last memories were the lethargy possessing your body, his fingers in your hair, a salty aftertaste on your tongue, and the pattering of rain, sounding further and further away.

[shwarmii]

in my mind, a part of why Seven can't move on is because they're grieving the MC like Dexter grieves Emma in "One Day" (example here). and by that i mean, just mentally having conversations with the MC. and not just the MC themself, but like, the MC "when their friendship was still really good" the MC at 13 years old, the MC as a freshly graduated high schooler, (the MC while you two dated if you picked that,) the MC when the band was unbroken and at their peak. and the MC of now just feels like the villain who killed the MCs Seven keeps talking to. and that's not fair, that compartmentalization of MC at different stages of life as different people instead as one whole complex person is a fallacy of an inaccuracy. and yet, i think it is relevant to imagine Seven as haunted by this MC who is not dead

there's something there about the faint memories, about Seven missing their best friend... maybe it'd be better to compare it to the ending of "Stand By Me". because there's no grave, but still Seven aches with the hurt anger of a person who had been excluded from their (romantic/platonic) soulmate's funeral

idk. i just feel like Seven "talks to" MC a lot, like this. just directs their upset towards the MC of now, and Seven only lets the MC That Was that only exists in their mind poke at Sev's MC-shaped wounds. i dont think Seven lets anyone pry that out of them, i think they'd flinch from a therapist and snappily ask their mom to drop it; but this mournful "ghost", who knows what went wrong yet has no fault in it, can unfold Seven. there's just something so tearful about the tragedies between people separated, who still talk to the timeless versions of who people used to be

not me wanting to write about my MC within the new Patreon mini-game, trying to dress up like she's 20, having a panic attack over getting caught sneaking out, eating a bowl of fruit with Seven because she likes eating fresh produce after a lifetime of her parents' serving her TV dinners instead of homemade meals, the version of Kitty Bach that was just learning she could be the stage-persona "Kitty Baby" like a baby deer learns to walk, (the Kitty that was there the night Seven realized their clingniess or their crush was actually full on being in love, Seven's first love? idk why else Seven would have ran away as awkwardly as they did, except for the realization that this wasn't a passing crush Seven could wait out but a newly realized love that Seven wanted to kiss) her eyes still red from crying so much that night— about that "ghost" of her talking to the Seven of now

just innocently playing with Seven's hands and leaning her head on Sev's shoulder and whispering "I've missed you" as Seven shivers with a trembling lower-lip, stumbling to muster up a reply to someone who is only there in Sev's head

edit: somehow forgot to link up to Amy's stuff in case anyone reading this is new and intrigued but doesn't know where "Infamous" is, sorry. go over to @infamous-if where Amy makes everything ✌️

[simp4konig]

okay, a couple questions

1: favourite song?

2: favourite movie/show?

3: idk anything else you want me to know-

Okay 😋😋 saw this immediately but didnt have time in the morjning to respond ☹️ SORRY !!!!

1. I have more than one 🥵

I dont expect you to listen to all of these btw !! 😰😰Dont waste your time if you dont ijow tjem, 😭🙏 :

So yeah, basically I play all these songs^^^ on repeat 💀☠️☠️ Drift Phonk is SO good 💯💯😎even tjo its bass boosted cowbells with some. Percussion 🤓🤓☝️ i think its rlly good lol

Also have some rap/pop songs that are in Polish that im NOT gonna include here bc its not like youll understand a word of whay theure saying 😱😱😱

2. LOVEEEEE "Money Heist/La Casa de Papel " it's made me cry twice🥰💔💔om the fifth episode of the last season because my favourite character died😞

I watch True Crime documentaries and just documentaries abt the internet😇😇 My favs for each category respectively: "Don't F**k With Cats" + "The Most Hated Man on The Internet (i think its called anyeays lmaoo)

Also like watching classic films. Idk, i dont like tje stuff that comes out nowadays 🤕 so any blockbusters from the 80s–10s i LOVE 🤩🤩

3. Random information:

Natural blonde, with GRAY-blue eyes (because my eyesight is bad so the colour in my eyes has faded, 🥲 — so obv. I wear glasses😔its sad bc my eyes were ocrsn blue and now look metallic 🤖)

My handwriting is god-awfulm, like ILLEGIBLE😭😭😭 its sn insult to the paper honestly 💀💀you should see ky school books my notes are so messy ajd sll over the place i feel bad for the teachers that mark my exams/assessments😰

Currently reading the Harry Potter books (up to the fifth film, but i thought i should also read the books to compare😊), and im on the fourth novel — Its so THICK and im svared bc my good friend that's lendijg me these said that the next one is the longest 🤯 i might just kms 🙂🔫

I have a cat figurine collection 😱😱 I visit charity shops with my mum (mostly outvof obligation 😵), but we sometimes get lucky and founf ones out of porcelain, glass/crystal, carved in wood, etc 😽🐈🐈‍⬛😺

You know old ladies that wear flower patterns🌸🌺🌷 and middle-aged moms in their late 30s/40s tjay wear cheetsh /leopard print🐆🐆 ? Well im that but as a Gen z girl with an obsession with camo print LMAO,, I have a camo backpack, cargo camo print pants, camo leggings, camo tshirt, camo hat, even fuckijg csmo pencil case LMAO💀💀💀 I WOULD have had a camo phne case too but there wasnt the one i wanted for ky phone...💔💔So Idk i rock (horribly😵) an army fit so whem i CAN i go out in combat boots, cargoes+belt, black or darkgrey tshirt/turtleneck tucked into my cargos, fingerless gloves etc. 😙✌️✨✨✨

If you would like to leanr more, check out this post !!☺️✨✨(well reblog actuslly hahaha)

Tried to include new informwtion aboit myself here so i didjt repeat anytjing 😇, Hope i didnt bore you😰😰😰

[your-lost-nixie]

Tobias and Rudy’s relationship is such an interesting reversal of the golden retriever x black cat dynamic trope and if I could highlight anything of the comic to others who don’t know it, it would definitely be their relationship for how it plays with the logistical holes of such a dynamic that tend to get swept under the rug in other media.

“Oh Look! Haha! X just emotionally shut down Y in a genuine moment of vulnerability but it’s fine! It might even be funny! Y’s heart is always open, and if they ever ARE sad about these moments, it’s ALWAYS just around the situation and NEVER directed towards X, their relationship, or a complicated mix of all three! because why would Y ever have their own motivations and levels of self security when they always have to be the NICE one all the time as if that’s their only point of existence??”

Ghost eyes was one the first pieces of media I ever fully got invested in, and to see that fight scene, to realize—that contrary to what tv tells ya—that resentment (however potentially misdirected) DOES build up even if you—even if I, never realized was building up in the first place as I was so used to media never bringing this up. I know this seems really self evident now, but it was a plotline that really changed my views when it comes to relationships in media, even if the reason for that was that I hadn’t yet entered a fan space where that sort of thinking would be encouraged, but that’s besides the point -_-

If anyone else has any thoughts related to this, I’d love to hear them!

Ok, that’s enough rambling for the day. Hope you all are doing well, peace ✌️ <3

[distopea]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : I have an iPhone so two different wallpapers (lock screen and homescreen). First one is a picture of my boyfriend holding my cat as if he’s the messiah, then the homescreen is a fanart of Swiss Ghoul from the band Ghost ✌️ last song you listened to : Blue Monday by Orgy  currently reading : I’m trying to finish a book from Bernard Minier named Iced  last show : Catching up with Demon’s Slayer atm what are you wearing right now : A limited edition of Papa Emeritus I shirt and black shorts piercings / tattoos? : 5 tattoos and 5 piercings to keep a certain equality?  glasses ? contacts? : glasses for screen, my poor eyes are also too tired for this world  last thing you ate? : pasta with tomato, garlic, bacon and cream and an apple, was good ✌️ favorite color(s) : green, gold, blue, purple? current obsession : Giving birth to Diego before I’m doomed  do you have a crush right now? : My man 🖤 and my men 😏 favorite fictional character : One? I can’t pick, but I would say that I love Faramir, Erwin Smith, God Enel, Crocodile, Musan, Moriarty, Eren Yaeger, Ghost, Soap, Konig, Rakan, Jyn Erso and I need to stop because the list would never stop ✨

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