#she's gonna ROAST HIM for showing up in torn clothes.

[ace-and-ranty]

(CRYING IN A LITTLE BALL)

THE SCHOLOMANCE: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC IS NOW CANON

[nc7dr3am]

IF LILY DATED...

HI this is a long post. the idea for this was inspired by my favorite @delicatejisung who also has an nct dream oc that you MUST follow. also i know the edit sucks. also also i write very light nsfw stuff in this. like mentions but no smut cuz i don’t do that. HOWEVER there are no nsfw mentions w jisung. ik teens do whatever and lily is only a year older than him but 1.) i will not do that because he is still a minor and 2.) they just aren’t like that together. they don’t need it

THIS IS ALL HYPOTHETICAL NONE OF IT IS OFFICIALLY CANON. lmk which ones sound cute cuz even tho it’s not gonna happen .. lilno and chenlil might have stolen my heart

mark:

you can bet they’d be so completely in love with each other

very sweet, very romantic

“baby” “babe”

in front of the camera they’re normal, the same amount of affection as usual, oftentimes less

lily, when mark is talking or being unintentionally attractive: *bites bottom lip, looks up a little, seems like she’s trying not to smile*

he does his rap in mfal to her randomly and it’s cringey and funny but he does it to make her smile because he knows it’s her fav title track

when she sings he smiles so wide because in his opinion. there is no sound more beautiful than her voice

they talk to each other so well. like. they can sit for HOURS just talking and it never gets old to them

writes genuine love letters to her but will cringe and hate himself if he gives them to her until she gets teary and smiles

her basically giving him book reports about the books she reads and he literally falls more in love with her when she’s screaming about the novels because she is so PASSIONATE

her falling asleep in the practice rooms or studio late at night because she INSISTS on staying with him

and when he kisses her he likes to tilt her chin up with his hand of holds both sides of her face

hyuck taking credit for the whole relationship

she has a collage of polaroids of them, of him (including some of the ones from qtah) that are separate from her other photos of friends (she has a lot)

mark has a few polaroids of her that he keeps by his bed and he always smiles when he sees them

HE 10000% WRITES SONGS FOR HER AND SHOWS HER BUT HES REALLY NONCHALANT ABOUT IT

she never calls him oppa (even a bit before they start dating tbh)

when she has to do sexy performances or just acts sexy you will 100% find mark at his most awkward

they will have fun doing ANYTHING they’ll be happy through anything if they’re together

they could go through five watermelons in a day

konglish all the time. and getting excited/thinking something is funny and jumping and screaming

“can i have your netflix password, lils?” “mark you’re literally richer than me and still use all of my accounts”

her getting embarrassed by him and giggling

she will continue her campaign to get mark to play spiderman

lazy days making music, him watching her cook, binge watching american reality shows she likes, and literally just days where theyfe in bed and make out and talk and make out

shopping trips all the time

they love to do activities together. like, they’ll go places and try new things

she’s desperate to visit his home and his family

and they have their ideal life planned. like. if they weren’t idols they’d get an apartment together. they wanna have some pets together. they have trips they’d like to go on together

they grew up together, they’ve loved each other for years, they’ve been pillars of support

but as much as they’ve loved each other they grew to be IN love with each other

but teased by every unit especially 127. wbk.

they’re more.. private than the others. they’re alone together a lot and don’t overdo it in front of the others

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

ummm so like. vanilla for the most part even tho lily is a bit more ✨wild✨

oh um. ass grabs. when they’re alone but. constantly

when they get comfy with each other (read: when mark finds confidence and is comfy) he will always have his hands on her ass

even just resting there

mirror selfies with his hand on her ass

if he can’t touch her ass, it’s always a hand on her thigh

very affection when alone together, moderate when they’re with others

he likes to lay on her stomach and she loves when he lays on her shirtless

so many days where they just lay in bed together, tangled in lily’s blankets, music playing in the background, lazy makeout sessions... need i go on? CUTE SHIT

mark isn’t great at expressing his emotions publicly, and they hold so much of their relationship just between them. they both always know how much they love each other

renjun:

so they’re SOFT

song covers together

she tries to learn mandarin but. she ends up getting frustrated that she can’t get it and renjun kisses it better

he tells her the wrong words in mandarin a lot and it has fucked her over a lot, especially in lives

“oppa, how do you say ‘i bought that shirt for renjun?’”

*in mandarin* “i am in love with renjun”

they’d be a bit more obvious about their feelings, a bit more touchy

when they confess, they’re together right away, no questions asked. they literally need each other

sleepovers every night and they’re generally really cozy

lily reading, renjun drawing, a movie playing on her laptop that they aren’t paying too much attention to

renjun has specific articles of clothing he puts aside in his closet because he KNOWS she’s gonna take those specific ones

he is very into giving her flowers and little gifts

shes asked him to give her mf art lessons LMAO

ended with them covering each other in paint and making a MESS

they’re silly together, they’re the couple who knows how to cook but starts playing with the ingredients and makes a mess

they leave sticky notes for each other everywhere

lily jumping into his arms

constant pecks on the lips. the dreamies are sick of it. so sick of it.

deep talks late at night

lily being funny and having a box of his stuff in her room even though they live in the same place

nomin threatening renjun

but then lily fourth wheeling with them all

somehow they become even more of a savage duo

when they make eye contact while performing they’ll make faces at each other

he turns the koala joke into her pet name

so he calls her koala and she calls him a pain in her ass

SOFT KISSES he always cups one side of her face

he braids her hair a lot or does cute little styles

lots of cafe dates

will KILL any of the others if they wake her up when she’s sleeping

the type of romance that’s sappy but also they can most definitely roast each other

she likes to wrestle him LMAOO

the way they’re basically chenji’s babysitters is SO FUNNY it started to happen a lot right after they got together

they want to adopt a puppy and name him moomin

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

okay so it’s kinda.. more hesitant and sometimes she takes the lead more than he does

their make out sessions are more heated but don’t always lead to something

like the way it’s going youd THINK it’d be something, but then they just decide to watch a movie and go to bed

he really likes her neck and collarbones but can’t do much to her neck because yknow they’re idols

there’s almost no insecurity in their relationship

it’s very relaxed and loving, and everyone around them can see and feel the love

jeno:

a bit unexpected

a ✨whirlwind romance✨

lilno? more like lilmino because jaemin is always there

a part of her was genuinely sad that she broke up nomin and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy

torn between her love for him and letting him go if jaemin confessed

they can be a bit more obvious in front of fans than the others, because for some reason there isn’t much suspicion there

in front of czennies he lowkey flexes and picks her up over his shoulder a lot, has his arm around her a lot, and they wink at each other from across the set

he holds her waist a lot, and he’s super protective

but also the !! softness !!

have literally been walked in on several times of them just peppering each other with kisses and laughing and its literally lowkey a movie romance

working out together

practicing dances together

the type of guy to literally ignore everything she’s saying because her beauty distracted him

she hits him on the arm for that

passionate kisses

there have been too many times where the others walk in the kitchen and lily is sitting on the kitchen counter with her arms around jeno’s neck as they’re just making out

they’re the couple that’s yelled at by the dreamies the most because sometimes they need to chill out

LMAO THEYRE LIKE THE HORMONAL HIGH SCHOOL COUPLE

and like they love each other deeply and fully, it’s not high school in that regard

but they giggle too much and are kinda all over each other sometimes

they use pet names just a BIT too much

the older guys are a bit more protective of her with him than they would be with any of her other options

cuz while they’re softies

they escalate their relationship super quick

and it’s RIGHT for them

but the hyungs are protective

jeno surprisingly isn’t that jealous because if he could actually get lily

he knows neither of them are going anywhere

him constantly telling her how beautiful she is

her encouraging him and telling him he’s so talented and more than he thinks he is

when they ride the tandem bikes (i think that’s what they’re called? the bikes with two people?) it’s just jeno pedaling

OH and when they make eye contact during stages it only enhances their stage presence because they both wanna look sexy for their boo

jeno is rooting for lily solo because he knows she deserves it

super sweet and wholesome and they make each other smile so WIDE

she pops his zits for him LMAO

cuddles for DAYS and jeno’s fav thing is when she falls asleep in his arms

touches his muscles all the time

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

they make out so much OMG

a bit wilder than she would be with others

she loves to run her hand down his abs

when she does that or touches his biceps it lowkey turns him on

jeno is a bit more reserved than the others at times, but with lily he feels utterly HIMSELF

he doesn’t feel like the jeno who is just a hot rapper. he feels more than that with her

they bring the light out in each other

hyuck:

another unexpected pair but a lot more expected than jeno/lily would be

they’re both literal sunshine and they would be such a beautiful couple

lily aka the only human alive to fluster hyuck

and even THAT doesn’t happen very often

hyuck’s lap = lily’s seat

SO touchy and affectionate but not in the way lily/jeno would be

it’s like constant hand holding, hugging, sitting on each other, leaning on each other, stars in there mf EYES

while they still tease each other and mess around

i have a very specific image in mind of them waking up together, hyuck leaning over her, the biggest smiles on their faces, and then kissing each other

and lily’s just like “hi” with the cutest smile, and then he says it back with the same smile

it might surprise you but hyuck POSSESSIVE

will gatekeep her and not let anyone hug her

always calls her his girlfriend in front of the members

he stands behind her with an arm around the middle of her torso a lot and she’s just absentmindedly playing with his fingers

only a tiny, lil bit obvious in front of czennies because they’re both so affectionate?? and before they dated lily would call him the love of her life?? and keep her face close to his?? this is NORMAL for them

but one of the biggest clues is hyuck being physically unable to not stare at her lips sometimes

they read each other’s tarot nearly every day HAHAH

very romantic as well

she sings him “you are my sunshine” all the time, just stroking his face and staring at him with all of the love in the world

like i said, they still tease the fuck outta each other and roast each other and are at each other’s throats but then they can flip INSTANTLY

he kisses her knuckles and traces her face

he games and she’s falling asleep on his lap

127 squad doesn’t like when they’re being forward because haechannie is the maknae

she loves life cuz more hyuck = more taeil

he will move mountains to make her laugh or see her smile

he’s begging sm for a sexy dance break with the two of them

she’s obsessed with how gorgeous his skin is

the type of boyfriend that notices the tiny little things

he’ll do things/get things for her just because he thought of her or remembered something she said

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

another one that’s a bit wilder

theyre not shy LMAO

steamy intense makeouts like

how is he so good? lily is very satisfied

overall they’re such a fun beautiful HAPPY couple

theyre both so loving and wonderful and there is not one single doubt in anyone’s mind that they love each other fully

jaemin:

literally impossible in any universe

chenle:

lily and chenle have always been two sides of the same coin and he had been waiting for so long

the SMILES

the most beautiful happy smiles at each other ALWAYS because how did they get so lucky?

they were each other’s first proper kiss (canonically, as well)

it’s perfect because they’re best friends and always have been

nothing much changes except the affection and little things because they’re both still best friends

jisung being on all of their dates

he always buys her expensive shit and she hates it so much

she puts on lipstick JUST to kiss his cheek

jisung has walked in on them vibing, on them making out, and yeah he’s sick of it and so happy he only saw them kissing

always sleeping in the same room (usually at his place 👀) but theyre a huge mess when they sleep at night and someone ends up hitting the other because chenle moves too much for her liking

they’re still competitive and of course they still have their alliance

because dating or not, they would fight to the death on that rooftop

chenle literally will kiss every inch of her face because he likes hearing her giggles and he can’t believe he finally got his lily

CUDDLING ALL THE TIME and they’ve fallen asleep on the couch in the dorms and when they’re sleeping HARD the others like to see how many things they can balance on their heads

he will HYPE HER UP ALWAYS

but then say summ like “her face is weird tho” after and unless they’re in front of fans he ends up kissing her after she hits him

when she has to be sexy on stage, he is HERE FOR IT even if the stage is with another person because!! YES his girlfriend is hot, he’s LUCKY

she loves going to his house!! mostly because his family but also

they get to have privacy and be a couple

they’ll hold hands on camera cuz they don’t give a single fuck

they’re definitely outed and have to go public

which just makes their competitive streak and constant roasts WORSE

she loves the sound of his laugh but will yell at him if it hurts her ears

threatens to get one of his predebut photos tattooed on her

a big part of them loving each other is annoying each other and being soft behind the scenes

always together

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

the more intimate aspects of the relationship were really weird at first

but they’re very compatible so it was just fun to them

he WILL honk her boob. has done it in front of the others by accident and jaemin forbid her to see him for a few days

they kinda taught each other how to kiss way before they dated so it was funny when they did it as a couple

peak friends-to-lovers and even czennies can’t help but love then

jisung:

god their shyness is kinda annoying

really confident in private- they talk a lot, they’re very good at just chilling

but lily has to be the one to hold his hand because he’ll get nervous even when he’s so comfy in the relationship

i mean not that the dreamies have time to be in a relationship, but jisung was so SCARED to kiss her and have his first kiss

she thought it was funny

clumsy duo and they tease tf outta each other for it

chenle always being around

they can’t tell who the members are more protective over in the relationship

hugs!!! she loves to backhug him and he thinks it’s cute cuz she’s so tiny

they watch harry potter too much

she has almost convinced him to ride a rollercoaster but ended up failing

he makes fun of her height a lot and then she’ll trip him or something

he’s kinda protective and gets insecure that he’s younger than her sometimes but she just kisses his cheek and tells him to stop worrying

tbh they’re the most innocent, wholesome couple

they wanna go out on dates and they do but catch another member tagging along to babysit them

she gets wine drunk next to him and he can’t drink so he just has this drunk woman on his hands and doesn’t know what to do but honestly she just wants him to cuddle her to sleep

his voice is her favorite sound and she wants him to sing more

whenever anyone says something weird about jisung they both hold up the handcuffs cuz

they’re super weird they can be so confident and then one of them gets flustered and will be a shy baby

trading lines in concerts

lily making cute faces at him, staring at him blankly, winking at him, acting cute to him in front of fans

they share one braincell together and probably accidentally outed themselves by using pet names and like. holding hands on live

and then the OH SHIT face happens

they’ve given the older members heart attacks because he’ll give her a piggyback ride, they’ll hug really tight, or WORSE... they’ll give each other a lil kiss

they’re more innocent by nature but they love kissing and he loves holding her face because her skin is pretty and soft

he wears her perfume on his wrist so he can smell her and smile

the type of boyfriend who is CLUELESS about girl stuff

he wants her to try a different hair color. like a weird one

she refuses

taeyong actually loves them together so much

them dating and being IN LOVE and jisung still gives her cash for her birthday

the “i love you’s” are so. cute. and full. of. LOVE

she is merciless when theyre playing something against each other. she’ll TRY to get him out

usually lily is clingier but when she’s standing and jisung is sitting with his arms around her waist and his head squished to her side it’s so cute

he gets randomly really clingy at times and won’t let go of her

emotional bub will get teary because he loves her so much

[for-a-muse-of-fire]

and that kind of love

the wench and the witcher

“and that kind of love”

Fandom: The Witcher (2019)

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!POC Reader

Summary: Geralt hits town in the middle of the Lammastide festival, Reader is a handsy, toppy drunk, and the witcher is here for it.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY - Reader is a slutty drunk with a dirty mouth. Subby!Geralt if you squint a little.

A/N: I love these two so muuuuuch, they are a blast and soft!Geralt is probably my new favorite thing to write. Getting him back to taciturn and grumpy is going to be a feat, I can tell you that much, but the bastard deserves to have something like real affection in his life. Fully written with Hozier’s “Dinner and Diatribes” on repeat. Have fun, y’all!

@c-s-stars; @pantrashtic; @onyour-right; @coconutxraikage; @gczanetti1​; @ly-canthrope​; @alwaysnatz​; @kianya-loves​; @kingniazx​

Honey I laugh when it sinks in

A pillar I am upright

Scarcely can speak for my thinking

What you’ll do to me tonight.

He hears the revelry before he sees it. Music drifts in clips and phrases from the town square, accompanied by shouts of mirth and rhythymed applause. He’s tempted to take the long way about, avoid stares and whispers, but curiosity gets the better of him. No harm in a look.

 “C’mon, Roach,” he mutters to the mare at his side.

 Garlands of wheat and autumn blooms decorate some of the archways over the homes he passes. He can smell cider, mulled wine, and roasting meat as he follows the noise. An alley cat sees him coming, hissing and darting away, but the first human he encounters actually waves in greeting. The next few people follow suit, and Geralt tries to respond normally – he’s been coming through for months, most folks seem to have gotten used to him, but the lack of bald-faced hostility still throws him for a loop.

 Witcher and horse round the corner and it’s quite a sight. The setting sun casts everything in warm, golden light and the music coming from the small troupe set up nearby is lively and loud. A knot of villagers have opted to dance, bobbing and weaving in swirling circles in tempo with the upbeat gavotte. Those who aren’t dancing clap along and shout encouragement. Tables have been dragged out from homes, festooned with woven stalks of wheat and piled high with the spoils of the harvest. The witcher hangs back from the vaguely organized chaos, content to be spectator while he searches the cheerful masses for a familiar – and much missed – face.

 “Geralt!”

 He hears the crow of your voice, sees a flash of wild curly hair dart through the crowd, and then you are actively leaping at him. You hit hard enough to rock him back a step, arms flung tight around his neck; Roach gives an irritated whinny of surprise, but the borderline violent affection makes Geralt grunt out a laugh. He wraps his free arm around your waist, lifting until your toes just dangle off the ground.

 “Hello,” he replies with only a slight wheeze. He takes a moment to bury his face in your hair and inhale the scent of honey and sweet herbs before you lunge in and kiss him, hard. Geralt’s eyes shoot wide open, then drift closed. You lick at his lower lip – he opens his mouth to you with a rumbling sigh, brain going a little fuzzy when he feels your fingers tangle in his hair.

 You taste like brandy. Good brandy.

 Ah, the enthusiastic greeting makes sense now.

 “You’re drunk,” he mumbles against your lips.

 You pull away with an actual giggle and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. You’re very drunk – bright-eyed and slightly uncoordinated once he sets you down. It’s fucking adorable.

 “I am…” you start to argue, and immediately dissolve into giggles again. “Well, yes, yes I am drunk but it’s Lammas and I’m having fun and gods, you’re back!”

 He accepts another brutal show of affection laughing into your hair as you seem to be attempting to crush his ribs in. A snort from Roach draws you away – you give a delighted gasp, as if you’ve never seen his damned horse before and something around his heart squeezes tight. You take the bay mare’s lead from his hand and she nickers happily, nuzzling at your skirt for treats.

 “Hello, Roachie,” you coo sweetly. “How’s my favorite girl? Hello, gorgeous…”

 Geralt never imagined he would ever be jealous of a horse, but here he is.

 Roach gives you an insistent thump with her long head, making you squawk out a laugh before you finally pull an apple from your pocket. Your graceful brown fingers scratch the horse’s forelock as she munches happily on the fruit, and Geralt is certain that he looks like a bit of a fool, staring at you like he is. You manage to stop fawning over Roach long enough to catch the witcher looking; the smile that spreads over your face makes his slow heartbeat kick.

 “Let’s get you two home, hm?” you murmur. “You must be tired.”

 He clears his throat, nodding back to the festivities. “You don’t want to stay?”

 Something mischievous flashes behind your dark eyes. Your teeth catch at the fullness of your lower lip; Geralt finds he has to clear his throat again.

 “No,” you tell him softly. “I don’t think I do.”

 He takes Roach’s lead and follows you out of the square. Your stride is a bit loose, a bit meandering and he tries to listen when you talk, really, but you keep wandering ahead of him and the sway of your backside is distracting. Roach is settled in the small stable off of the tavern, and then you’re pulling him through the back door with a low laugh.

 The heavy door slams shut behind him and suddenly he’s pushed up against it with your mouth on his and your fingers in his hair. He grunts, startled, until those clever fingers of yours tug and make him shiver. With a low groan, he wraps his arms around your waist to crush you closer. You kiss him with a selfish kind of hunger that steals the very breath from his lungs. The hands in his hair start to wander, relieving him of his sword belts, and then his cloak – both end up on the floor somewhere – before you cup his face, thumbs running over his cheekbones. He licks the taste of brandy from your mouth, swallows down your breathless little noises and then you’re grabbing at his waist, pulling the shirt up from the waistband of his trousers.

 Your hands slip around his back before taking a firm grip on his ass – it makes him jump and laugh against your lips. “Never pictured you for a handsy drunk,” he mutters.

 You grope him again with a positively sinful giggle and Geralt feels the remaining blood in his brain rush due south. He nearly stumbles forward when you pull away, but you promptly grab at his hand, all but dragging him through the empty tavern and up the stairs. You manage to squirm away each time he gropes at you, much to his annoyance, but he doesn’t mind so much when you haul him into your bedroom and shove him back against the door. A few desperate tugs on his shirt and he gets the hint, pulls back just enough to whip the fabric over his head and toss it gods know where. You’re panting against mouth, grabbing at his waist and his ass before your hand finds its way into the front of his trousers.

 Geralt’s head thuds back against the door and you hum low in his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to remember how breathing works as you lay biting kisses from his neck to shoulder, then all the way down his torso. You scrape your teeth at his hip bone and he swears. He feels you pull at the laces of his trousers; there’s a rush of blessedly cool air over his cock, followed by heat and wet and –

 "Oh, fuck.”

 His eyes fly open and very nearly chokes on his own tongue. The sight of you on your knees, lips stretched around him is something he wants to burn into his memory forever. You stare up at him with wide, dark eyes; he feels the hot press of your tongue on the underside of his cock and grits out a moan. One shaking hand reaches down to tangle in your curls and you hum at the feeling. The noise buzzes over him and dear gods, he’s going to embarrass himself if you do that again.

 You start to move. He curses lowly. Heat flickers sharply up his spine and Geralt has to fight to keep from thrusting into the wet suction of your mouth, but then you push forward until your nose brushes his pelvis. His legs shake and you do it again, humming once more, and he swears he’s going to keel over. His hips arch towards you almost of their own accord.

 “Sweetheart,” he groans brokenly. “M’gonna – fuck me – you’re gonna want to stop before…”

 He looks down at you. You pull back, grip him in your hand, and meet him with a smile so sweet it makes his heart stop.

 “I want you to,” is all you tell him before you swallow him down.

 Geralt gives a shout and comes - hard - on your tongue. He’s grateful for the solid door at his back, because he can’t feel his legs. Panting, he forces his eyes open as you stand and back away. You hold his gaze, absolutely brazen as you strip out of your bodice, skirts, and slip before toeing off your boots. There’s just enough daylight left for him to stare, take in your glorious nakedness, and stare he does.

 You meet his gaze, biting at your spit-slick bottom lip and he’s half hard already. “I missed you, Geralt of Rivia,” you all but purr. “Did you miss me?”

 “Yes,” he growls out.

 “Then come here to me.”

 He does as he’s told.

 You are soft and warm, smelling of sweet, clean skin along with the heavy scent of your arousal. The last of his clothing is all but torn away, boots kicked across the room and then he presses you back until you’re spread out for him on the bed. He covers you with his weight, spreading your thighs open with his knees, but you only let him have the upper hand for a moment. You give him all of a heartbeat to be impressed by the way you push him onto his back, and then he feels the hot, slick press of your cunt against him.

 He watches breathlessly as you take hold of his cock, shift back, and sink down. The gripping heat makes him swear and clutch at your hips as you settle your weight. Your face is slack with pleasure, brow furrowed and beautiful mouth dropped open as you gasp. He feels you flutter hotly around him and it makes the breath catch in his throat; he squeezes at your hips. You stare down at him, pink tongue darting out to wet your lips before you take his hands, prying them away from you.

 You press his wrists down to either side of his head and roll your hips. Geralt grits out your name on a moan.

 The rhythm you find is slow, a steady grind of your hips against his and all he can do is watch as you take what you want. You’re hot, and wet and so gods damned tight around him, clenching and moaning when you find an angle that suits you. It would be so easy to take back control, but when you lean forward to bite your way along his jaw, he finds that that is the last thing he wants to do.

 When you finally kiss him again it’s filthy, all tongue and mingled breath. He bites at your lip before licking the sting away – it makes you grip around his cock with a gasp, and he groans in return. Your pace quickens.

 “Geralt,” you whine against his mouth – fuck, you’re going to be the death of him. “Gods, Geralt, you feel so good. Always feel so fucking good inside of me – fuck, yes.”

 In the growing twilight, your skin glistens with sweat. The grip on his wrists finally lets up when you move to cup his face instead; you push back hard against him and he chokes on a moan. He feels your thighs begin to tremble around his hips, the noises spilling from your mouth climb higher in both pitch and volume. He grips one hand at the back of your head, tugging sharply at your hair – the other hand slides between your sweat-slick bodies to find the swollen little bud at the top of your sex.

 “Come on, sweetheart,” he hears himself snarl. “Come on – give it to me, come on.”

 You crash your lips down onto his, muffling your scream as you come. The pulsing clutch of your cunt drags him along with you; Geralt gives a ragged shout, as his body goes taught and his eyes screw shut. His ears are fucking ringing.

 He definitely can’t feel his legs.

 It takes a good amount of time before he can breathe without gasping and actually pry his eyes open. You are sleepy-eyed and sated on top of him, curls limp with sweat. He gives a low, pleased hum when you stretch out over him, hands braced over his shoulders. The skin of your legs is wonderfully smooth under his palms.

 “Did I mention how much I missed you?” you whisper.

 “Hmm,” he chuckles roughly. “I think you might’ve, yes.”

 The smile you give him is… heart-stopping. Geralt finds himself staring outright, a little awestruck by how damned lovely you are. He lifts a hand, brushing his knuckles softly over your cheek before taking gentle hold of your chin.

 “Better show me again,” he rumbles against your lips.

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Can you do some headcanons on what the Hazbin crew does together? For example what activities do they do, what do they do on Friday nights?

Okay this gets lo ng (maybe I did to much detail- oh well its worth it)

So it’s under a cut

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-Alotta them clique-up pretty quickly, so a bunch of different stuff will be going on. Baxter will be trying to be his lonely ass self, Angel has wrangled Alastor and Husk to the couch for whatever the hell Angel thinks is fun (If Husk didn’t already run off to the peace and quiet that is Baxter), Mimzy, Niffty, and Crymini are usually doing some kinda “gossip” (Its just Niffty and Crymini listening to Mimzy babble). Sometimes the specific groups shuffle around- it all depends on who Angel and Mimzy call dibs on for the evening.

-Charlie lets this go on for awhile but eventually decides to force everyone to hang together.

-Her way of doing this is, once a week one person will pick an activity, and teach the whole Hotel about it.

–

-They start with Charlie’s activity first- the whole thing was her idea so it’s only fitting that she starts it.

-She chooses karaoke.

-Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor are the only ones that really have fun, But Charlie makes everyone sing at least once.

-You would think Mimzy would love this, but she sees it as a cheap knock-off of a real performace. And is thus grumpy for the whole night.

- Charlie and Vaggie do some cute duets, Angel does a really sexual song (That Charlie stops him halfway through- the hotel is grateful), Husk just stands on the stage, when the songs over he grumbles “Awe fuck I lost” to pretend like he cares, Niffty chose a rap song for some reason, Alastor pulled her off stage after the first curse word (and she whined endlessly), Crymini refused to sing into the mic and was mumbling the whole time, Baxter couldn’t even stand on the stage, Mimzy’s entire turn is her complaining about it all, and Alastor went last, shutting everyone up cause nobody really expected him to have a good voice, or to take it seriously.

-Though Alastor’s fun really stemmed from everyone’s complaints (”And Husks colourful words about everything :D”)

-After that Charlie’s almost discouraged to continue this little trend but EVERYONE insists that they gotta go long enough to get their turn. They kinda just want to put the other members through the hell that was.

-That isn’t the best reason to continue… But it works-

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-Vaggie’s next, she chooses campfire stories- The hotel gets a lobby camping trip.

-Angel and Niffty have a blast setting up a blanket fort big enough for everyone. Vaggie’s making notes on it as they work

-Alastor makes it topple at least twice- Vaggie soon kicks him out of the fort until it’s fully built, so he’s left hovering over everyone.

-Charlie and Baxter work on the “Campfire”. It’s just a pile of christmas lights- Charlie asked Baxter for help specifically, assuming he’s the least likely to cause a fire with a pile of old shitty lights.

-She was right

-Crymini teaches Husk and Mimzy how to make roasted marshmallows using a stove.

-Husk “almost catches his fur on fire” (The marshmallow caught and he thought it’d somehow spread to him), Mimzy and Crymini laugh while he panics.

-They get a whole plate of marshmallows, cooked to various degrees

-Alastor will only eat the ones that are pretty much pure char- Oh well, nobody else was going to eat them.

-Vaggie insists that campfire stories only feel right if everyones in pyjamas.

-Charlie sets one rule for this: They gotta be actual clothes (coughcoughAngelcoughcough)

-Vaggie’s actually really giddy about this, she goes off to find a good flashlight while everyone works on sitting around the “fire”.

-Its a bit of a struggle until Crymini starts tellin people exactly where to sit.

-Crymini is kinda like the second in command here, she loves camping.

-When Vaggie gets back, she plops right into Charlie’s lap and its adorable.

-She gives a basic rundown of how this is gonna work, they’re gonna pass the flashlight around to show who’s tellin the story. The story can be anything, they can make it up as they go, can be something from your living years, whatever, Vaggie doesn’t care. She says which way the flashlights gonna be passed, and thus the order. With how Crymini sat everyone, this puts Crymini being last.

-Vaggie doesn’t do an improv story for once, instead opting to one of Charlie’s favorites- Her own twisted telling of Alice in wonderland. (Yeah a twisted aiw is cliche but idc, its a great fairytale)

-It’s a great starting point, Of course with Vaggies storytelling, its really easy to get people hooked.

-Charlie’s story is what she hopes happens to the hotel members, everyone having such a happy life in heaven. She tears up toward the end and Vaggie plants a kiss on her cheek cause Gosh dang Charlie why you gotta be so cute.

-The other members also find it to be really adorable, and make various little comments- Alastor is silent.

-Husk is next, he tells a story from his childhood- first time he got a card trick to work. This is pretty much when the hotel learns he loves magic tricks- Of course Alastor and Niffty have heard this story a hundred times, and tease him a bit about it.

-Mimzys story is made up, its some woman getting turned on by everyone around her- The hotel has suspitions its based in something.. But they never ask her about it

-Angel has one of those “this is horror for me but not for anyone else” stories. it took like 2 seconds to tell, so Vaggie makes him try again. He starts going off about something sexual. Alastor covers Niffty’s ears, Crymini throws a marshmallow at him. He laughs, says he’s joking, then tells an actual eerie story.

-Baxter’s story has to much scientific tangents for the hotel to really understand what it was about. Bax is satisfied though, so they move on.

-Niffty tells the story of how she died, in far to much detail- but also with alot of weird hyper tangents. The hotel just stares, but Alastor’s clapping.

-Alastor takes the flashlight from Niffty, hums in thought, then passes it to Crymini, insisting he really needs to go last.

-Vaggie grumbles, but lets it happen.

-Crymini’s a bit grumpy, she wanted to pull the “really scary story is the last story” thing- She still tells her story of course, she succeds in spooking Charlie, Angel, and Niffty.

-Charlie asks why she’d do that. Vaggie starts to say thats just how campfire stories work- But baxter hops in, going off on why its not even possible- even with the wierdness around Hell. “C’mon Crymini, at least put some effort into scaring us”

-Alastor laughs, takes the flashlight from Crymini, brings out his dial eyes and goes “If you’d like a scary story, I can certainly provide”

-He defintely succeds in his little ploy, after his long story, everyone is mortified except for Husk- Who Al is pretty sure can’t be scared.

-Thanks Al, now nobody can sleep >:/

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-Baxter is in charge next, allowing everyone in his lab for once. Of course he decided to show everyone a very basic experiment.

-Ha made sure nothing can explode, or burn through tables… The safest fucking thing he can think of.

-Angel somehow looses a patch of fur, Alastor still manages to explode the damn thing, Niffty broke five beakers before Baxter refused to give her another one. Husk drank his.

-Vaggie and Charlie were the only ones to get the reaction to work, so the hotel gathers around their table to watch it

-Baxter bans Alastor and Niffty from his lab- Everyone agrees its probably for the best.

-They do not listen to the ban

-The members do actually go hang in his lab more often, just to watch him do all the cool stuff

–

-Husk choses Poker. of course he does.

-He practically robs the entire Hotel

-Except Charlie wouldn’t let them gamble with actual money…

-She made pretzel dogs to gamble with.

-After he destroys everyone, he gives them tips in cheating….

-Via magic tricks

-Charlie is a bit weary about it- but it’s Husks turn to share his interests- She mumbles something about “please only do these with eachother- and not for money…”

-Niffty and Crymini snag a couple pretzel dogs from Husks fucking moutain of them

-Angel picks up on the tricks really easily, with all his fuckin arms.

-Alastor and Mimzy are terrible at all of them, Alastor being incredibly obvious about what he’s doing, and Mimzy ends up flinging cards everywhere each time.

-Crymini and Baxter can do the tricks, sure, but they figure out other meathods of cheating. Baxter quickly learning to count cards, and Crymini using her theft skills to hide cards.

-After everyone seems to get the tricks down, Husk has them play another game (without him, so they have a chance)

-Niffty wins, Vaggie was really close.

–

-Niffty teaches the Hotel how to sew

-Alastor and Husk use this as an excuse to sew Angels arms to his sides (They sew the sleeves, not his actual arms dw)

-Baxter keeps sewing his gloves to everything. He refuses to take them off.

-Mimzy freakin loves this, she has alotta clothes that have been torn up from old fights that she can finally fix

-Vaggie and Charlie keep pricking themselves. Niffty takes the needles away from them.

-Angel is yelling for everyone to free him.

-Crymini sews up a gag to shut him up

-Charlie sets him free.

-Angel can’t even get revenge- He’ll figure something out one day

–

-Angel decides to do a makover/dress-up kinda thing.

-He wen’t and got a ton of random clothes for everyone.

-Mimzy helps everyone with makeup

-Angel gets his revenge by forcing Al and Husk into the exact kinda clothes they despise

-Meaning Al is forced into something far to revealing for his liking.

-Nobody can pull his jacket away from him, he has an iron grip.

-And Husk is just forced into clothes, he doesn’t like them, they feel to weird on his fur. Angel put him in a semi-formal kinda outfit, he looks super cute

-Baxter gets out of this by just taking off his labcoat, he wears clothes under it of course. But nobodies ever seen him without the labcoat.

-Angel talks him into putting on a little bowtie though

-Niffty and Crymini look like fuckin princesses. Crymini started using a british accent- she kinda hit full roleplay mode with this.

-Charlie and Vaggie swapped their general styles, Charlie’s got a basic dress and Vaggie’s trying to get this vest to actually be fucking comfortable.

-Mimzy pulls Vaggie’s hair into a bun.

-Charlie.exe has stopped working

-Angel gets into his go to drag outfit, and gets everyone to do a runway thing

-Alastor refuses to get off the couch- Sadly Charlie is to broken from Vaggie to actually save this poor man.

–

-Charlie was really worried about Alastor’s turn- Cause.. Well it’s Alastor

-It’s okay he chooses Cooking

-Vaggie is hesitant about it all though

-Niffty and Husk already knew Alastor could cook, of course. But the others are a bit surprised

-Alastor makes a comment sayin he prefers raw meat, but cooking is quite relaxing.

-They all work together to make dinner pretty much. Everyones put in charge of something.

-Alastor watches over what everyones doing, makes little comments, and even reminds the others to check on the food.

-He’s making something completely different from everyone else and won’t say what he’s doing when the others ask

-Niffty and Husk are the obvious helpers here, Niffty making sure nobodies gonna hurt themselves, and Husk taking over things when someone almost (or does) burn something.

-It doesn’t turn out very well, but it’s edible and they all made it together. They’re all proud and eat anyway

-The oven dings while everyones eating and Alastor goes to check on it. Niffty follows after him to help

-While everyone’s casually talking, having a good time, he comes back with cupcakes

-Of course he did a dark twist- they look like he pulled them straight out of a highschool halloween party- covered in fake eyes, other small body parts, ect. But far more realistic.

-Vaggie hops up assuming they’re real parts

-Niffty giggles and says thank you, she made them all herself

-Husk grabs an “eye” off one of them, eating it. He says that Al wouldn’t just give people body parts out of nowhere. He has class.

-Vaggie is still suspicious of the cupcake. Everyone else eats them just fine.

-Al is a really good baker, Everyone keep’s sayin he should really bake more often

–

-Crymini gets the hotel to play baseball- Or at least as close as they can get to baseball

-Everyone’s having alot of fun actually- Baxter doesn’t like the running, but hes still having fun

-They decide to just have everyone take turns hitting/throwing the ball for the most part

-Alastor won’t use the bat, he just uses his mic. It lets out a ton of feedback each time. They beg him to use the bat, he wont.

-Angel has the best pitch

-Mimzy has the best swing

-Baxter and Niffty broke the most windows

-Speakign of windows: Charlie had to cut the activity short before they broke all the hotels windows-

-Charlie gets a softer ball later for them to keep playing, cause it was so much fun.

–

-Mimzy teaches the hotel to dance

-Alastor, Niffty and Charlie already know how- They just get to help teach

-Charlie’s helping Vaggie (obviously)

-Alastor is the only one tall enough to help Angel and Husk

-Mimzy tried to help them, she really did.

-Mimzy and Niffty help Crymini and Baxter, switching around a bit.

-Baxter would much rather Not™

-Mimzy won’t let him sit on the sidelines, every time he tries to sneak off she grabs him, pulling him into some random move

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Stranded: Day 9 - BREAD HINDRANCE

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Gwen felt exhausted, even though it was hardly 5 in the evening. Everything had taken its toll on her, especially the unceasing atomic disjunctions.

“So, what do you say we get shawarma before saving the world?” asked Peter B., trying and failing to sound chipper.

“What’s shawarma?” asked Peni.

“Hah, it’s only the best type of food anywhere ever, besides pizza bagels, of course! C’mon, I know the best spot! At least, I hope it exists here!”

Peter B. led the spider-gang through the streets of Manhattan to a restaurant called the Shawarma Palace. They ate there in silence.

It was the perfect excuse for Gwen to ponder what Peter B. had told Miles. “A leap of faith,” he had said. And he was right, for once.

What was her leap of faith?

...

Monday evening was the hardest evening she had ever spent crimefighting. Gwen hadn’t bothered to go out over the weekend after Peter had died. Putting on the costume that day felt strange, like she was wearing somebody else’s clothing. Torn clothing, actually. Before she could set out, she had to repair the damage done to her mask. It took her 90 minutes to fix it, sacrificing part of her bedsheet.

With her promise newly made, Gwen set out to fulfill it.

It was easier said than done.

Her first foe was a mugger who was threatening a young man at knifepoint. Gwen assumed that the takedown would be simple and painless. It was neither of those things.

She misjudged her leap and landed squarely on the victim of the mugging. The young man hit the ground with a loud thud and a softer crack. He didn’t make any effort to get up, even after Gwen stepped off of him. The bell in her head started up again.

The mugger took Gwen’s shock as the perfect opportunity to attack. He stabbed her in the upper arm. She yelled and kicked him in the gut. The mugger stumbled backwards, dragging the knife down her arm. Gwen winced and clasped her hand over the wound.

Before she could react, the mugger stood up and rushed her again. Gwen stepped aside and grabbed the man’s right hand, crushing it. He screamed. Gwen finally disabled him with a punch to the jaw.

She helped up the mugger’s victim, who was in a great deal of pain. “I’m so sorry, sir. Are you all right?”

“My head… owww...”

Gwen managed to half-carry, half-escort the whimpering victim to the emergency room. A kind nurse bandaged her stab wound while she was there.

She set off again. This time, she walked, since her injured arm wouldn’t allow her to web-swing.

“You’re that super-freak who killed the kid!” yelled a middle-aged woman on the other side of the street.

Gwen gave her a sarcastic salute. “Yeah, hi, nice to meet you too. I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman.”

“Go burn in hell, mutant!” hollered another guy.

Gwen rolled her eyes behind the mask. She wasn’t one of those creepy mutants. At least, she didn’t think she was.

“I’m no mutant, dork, though judging by your face, you might be,” she replied acrimoniously.

The bell in Gwen’s head grew louder, fueled by the untrusting gazes and half-heard whispers of passersby. She broke out into a run to escape it.

She darted down the street, running faster than she thought was physically possible, until she collided into somebody. That somebody was a woman, a tall, stocky, pink-haired lady with tattoo-covered arms.

“What’re you doing in those funky clothes, girl? DashCon’s not until February.”

“Oh boy,” Gwen muttered.

The tall woman squinted at her. “What’d you call me?”

“Uh, uh, nothing, ma’am!”

The woman grinned, showing a missing tooth. “Now that’s the kind of respect I like to hear. You’re the superpowered girl who killed the boy, huh? I recognise you from the news.”

Gwen nodded nervously, slowly edging away.

“A’right. Then how’d you like to join our gang?”

Gwen’s eyes widened. Of course she didn’t want to join a gang! She wanted to be a hero, not a villain! Why did everybody think she was the bad guy? That wasn’t her plan!

“No thanks, ma’am,” she blurted out. “I’m actually trying to stop people like you.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed again. “All right, superhero, have it your way.”

Gwen squared up.

“Chill out, I’m not gonna fight a kid. Pick on somebody your own size.”

Gwen relaxed and walked away.

She immediately remembered her promise and whipped back around. The bell clattered in her skull.

“Sorry, Pink Panther, but you’re going down!”

Gwen shot a web at the woman. It adhered to her back, and she used it to yank the woman over to her. However, the woman was both ready and angry. She pulled out a gun, flicked off the safety, and fired.

Gwen didn’t know that it was possible to dodge a bullet at point-blank range. She also didn’t know that a bespectacled lady in her late thirties stood a few yards behind her.

Gwen crushed the gun with her hand. She knocked down the pink-haired woman with a foot to the neck. She ran over to the lady, who was bleeding from a bullet wound in her gut.

She carried her to the hospital, but it was too late.

The bell let out deafening clangs.

Gwen didn’t remember how she had climbed to the highest strut of the Queensborough Bridge, nor did she recall how long it had taken to get there. Even less did she know how many people had heckled her or given her untrusting looks along the way, although she was vaguely aware of it happening. She was trapped in her own thoughts, not caring what happened on the outside.

All the same… she did care. And she knew what had brought her to that place.

She had broken her promise. She had tried so hard to succeed but had failed nonetheless. Everything she did resulted in her hurting others! Everything! Why, oh why couldn’t she do anything right?

Connecticut City didn’t need a hero like her. Connecticut City didn’t need her. She wasn’t a hero. She couldn’t be a hero. She would never be one.

Gwen took off her gloves and pocketed them. She pulled up her mask.

She watched the murky water swirl below, then raised her head so she could watch the sun sink below the horizon. The clouds were a beautiful mix of purples and oranges. Somehow, the mess of colours blended beautifully and reflected off of the water, giving it a glow that disguised its pollution. The fading sunlight cast shadows across the far side of gleaming steel buildings.

Any city, no matter how ugly, looked better if it was partly encased in darkness.

Gwen wasn’t scared. She knew that the fear would come later and would end abruptly.

The question was, would it work?

There was only one way to find out.

“Hey, new hero!” yelled a voice from below. It was a man, an elderly man with a small white moustache and large, distinctive glasses.

“I believe in you!”

Gwen pulled down her mask and dove from the bridge.

Time slowed down, and Gwen retreated into her mind.

The old man believed in her. Why? What was there to believe in? Didn’t he know?

He had sounded so hopeful. What hope did she have?

It was the same hope that had led Gwen to get back up and to stop Peter from hurting himself and others. It was the same hope that had led Gwen to believe that she could become a hero. It was a hope that she thought she didn’t have but which resided in her all the same.

She needed to get back up.

She needed hope.

Gwen pulled a glove back on and fired a webline.

Her feet skimmed the water.

She soared into the air, carried by a thread. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, heightening a confusing mix of fury and triumph. She yelled. Her voice sounded clear and wonderful and alive.

It was time for her to fly.

...

Gwen remained lost in thought after leaving the Shawarma Palace. (The food wasn’t as bad as she had expected it to be.)

As much as she wanted to disown it, hope was the one thing that kept her going. Belief was the one thing that let her get up. That, and a stubbornness which stubbornly refused to stop being stubborn.

GAYNESS IMPEDIMENT

Since she wasn’t paying attention, Gwen clotheslined herself on a pole adorned with a rainbow-patterned flag.

“Hey, you alright back there?” asked Ham.

She peeled herself off the pavement. “Yeah, I’m good.”

The Spider-Gang reached a crane which overlooked Kingpin’s large apartment building.

Sp//dr scanned the building. “Kingpin has a private elevator from his penthouse to the collider below the building.”

Noir watched the crowd of affluent-looking people entering the skyscraper. “We can count on having an audience.”

The gang proceeded to peer into the penthouse.

LINCH KING

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” everybody said simultaneously.

Of course, the penthouse was the location of a banquet. In honour of Spiderman.

“What a pig,” Gwen spat.

Ham narrowed his eyes. “I’m right here.”

“Hold on,” interrupted Noir. “Look at how the waiters are dressed.”

They were all wearing Spiderman masks to conceal their identity. And bow ties, because it was a formal event.

“It can’t be that easy.”

It was that easy. After sneaking through the unlocked door to the roof, the Spider-Gang happened upon a bin full of adhesive bow ties. Peter B., Noir, and Gwen each took one.

“Uh, what are ya gonna do with Peni and me?” asked Ham.

“I’ve got an idea,” replied Peter B. with a mischievous intonation. He grabbed a large square tray and one of those food-covering domes from the closet. “Do you have any glue?”

“I think this will work,” said Peni. She pulled a handful of gumballs out of Sp//dr.

Eww.

After five minutes of vigorous chewing, the tray was attached to the top of Sp//dr’s dome. Peni tucked herself safely inside of her robot. Noir draped a white tablecloth over the tray, and bingo: instant serving cart.

When Peter B. gestured to Ham to go under the food dome, he refused.

“C’mon, where else are you gonna hide?”

“For Pete’s sake, I won’t do something so undignified!”

“Nobody will see you! We’ll keep the lid over you the whole time.”

Ham sighed. “Fine.”

And so the Spider-Gang entered the banquet undisturbed, posing as waiters (and a waitress, and a serving tray, and a roasted pig).

“It’s that easy,” commented Peter B.

Did they have Easy Buttons in this dimension?

LINCH KING

“I just wanna thank MJ for being here this evening,” said Kingpin from his dais.

Peter B. stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the woman in question.

“MJ?”

Oh boy.

Gwen snapped her fingers in front of Peter B.’s face. “Pay attention!” She pushed him back towards the “cart”. “It’s not your Em Jay, Peter.”

Peter B. seemed to relent, but then he swung the “cart” back towards Em Jay’s table. “Excuse me, but I gotta…”

Gwen intercepted the Spider-Cart. “Peter! No! Remember the mission.”

She wasn’t getting through to him.

“Trust me, I’ve been there. You gotta move on.”

“C’mon, it’ll take one second!” he pleaded.

BREAD HINDRANCE

Peter B. let go of the Spider-Cart and started to jog over. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing Em Jay standing directly in front of him.

“Hello,” said Em Jay.

“Oh. Wow.”

“I was just wondering if we could have some more bread at Table 12.”

Peter B. remained stock still, frozen by… was it anxiety? Guilt? Well, it was something, and Gwen was not going to get involved in whatever it was. She could only hope that he’d realise that the mission was more important than his not-ex-wife.

“Uh, yeah. I’m just… I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry.” Em Jay chuckled. “It’s just bread.”

Gwen couldn’t stop herself from facepalming. Noir looked on, as impassive as ever.

“I… I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I didn’t even try.”

Em Jay looked uncomfortable. “Yeah, uh, that’s fine. You know, I should really get going.”

“I know I could do better! If I only had the chance to get you… the bread that you deserve!”

This situation would probably be hilarious if it weren’t so important that Peter B. not act like a moron. Gwen needed to take action before it got worse.

“Are you okay?” asked a disconcerted Em Jay.

Gwen stepped up to pull Peter B. away. “Ma’am, we’ll get you some bread right away. Just sit tight.”

Em Jay nodded and walked away. She looked relieved.

Peter B. continued to wax poetic. “For you, they should fill this place up with fresh bread.”

Had his shawarma gone bad?

Gwen led Peter B. back to the Spider-Cart. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good, ‘cuz we’re not getting her any bread.”

The Spider-Gang left the dining hall and headed into the kitchen.

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Zorroku and Peaches Part 4

I would like to make a shoutout to @royale-skeleton-key for reaching out to me and saying hi and giving me some amazing feedback and I just hope this has been worth the wait for you. And thank you to everyone who’s read this and liked this too. I appreciate your support. 

ok, so here is part 4!

Part 4

The next morning you woke up refreshed and invigorated and nursed Ori again before you bundled her up while everyone was still asleep. Then you got a big bucket from the kitchen and went to the river that was close by within sight of the rest of the village, packing your knife for protection just in case along with Razor and let him fly free to get used to the area and left Ori on the riverbank in a large basket with her own fur surrounding her so she’d still be warm as she continued to sleep in the basket, just in case you slipped and fell into the cold water, making short pants out of your skirt again as you used the bright sunrise to catch the crawfish, which this stream was practically crawling in them. In just a couple of hours you caught over a hundred of them, you could set traps for them and catch them all the time but as you hunted and caught the crawfish, soon, several crows flew in and sat in the trees above you, greeting you with their loud ‘hi!’ and ‘hello!’s.

“Shh! You’ll wake up Ori. I’ll get to you in a minute.” You told them and they obeyed as you focused on the crawfish.

“Good morning,” Zorroku greeted you as he seemed to appear out of thin air on the riverbank just as you got a crawfish in each hand but he startled you and you jumped and screamed slipped on the river rocks, letting go of the crawfish in your hands as they went flying through the air behind you and fell into the water backwards as Razor dove from flying high above you and that scream woke up Ori who started crying and Zorroku was torn about who to go to first as you floundered in the water before you found your footing and stood back up, drenched and freezing cold, coughing and sputtering as Zorroku was trying his hardest not to laugh as he got his daughter out of her basket and onto his shoulder and waded out to you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to see how you were doing with Ori.” He apologized as he was near tears from trying not to laugh.

“It’s ok, Glasha said you guys slept in late, I thought I would have things to myself this early in the morning. It’s ok, you can laugh, I can’t imagine how hilarious that just looked.” You chuckled yourself before he finally burst into the deep belly laugh he wanted to.

“Oh gods, it was so funny, your legs just went above your head as your whole body went crazy for a minute. I really am sorry, I don’t mean to scare you, I really don’t.” Zorroku apologized profusely as Ori was still crying and reaching for you despite Zorroku’s best efforts to get her to stop.

“Baby, I am sopping wet, I can’t hold you, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to get wet either.” You tried to explain to her as you nuzzled your face next to hers to get her to stop crying which worked.

“So I take it the bug looking things in the bucket are crawfish?” Zorroku guessed with a grimace as he looked at them and shuddered since you had put a rock into the bucket along with water to keep it partially submerged in the water with you.

“They are,” You nodded as you suddenly saw movement in the river.

“Oh my gods!” You gasped in excitement.  

“What?” Zorroku asked as he scanned the riverbanks for threats but didn’t see any.

“Oh I found a monster catfish, and since I’m already wet, I’m gonna catch him, get back on shore, and bring this with you please.” You bid him as you pointed to the bucket before you stalked across the river as Zorroku hesitantly obeyed you but watched you curiously as you stalked over to a hole in the river bank as you got down on your knees, the water coming back up to your breasts and thrust in your arm and cheered when the monster bit down on your arm and you grabbed it’s throat from the inside and pulled it out, stabbing it in the head as hard as you could before pulling it close to yourself since it was half your size and Zorroku just watched slack jawed as you wrestled with it before you stood up and carried it’s dying and still wriggling body and trying to topple you across the river to the shore before you got it a safe space from the river bank so it wouldn’t flop back into the river and gut it.

“You know, the more I think about it, Peaches is pretty fitting name because you’re sweet when you want to be but you’re a poisonous killer when you want to be too. Damn.” Zorroku praised and that got you to laugh and smile.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You chuckled as you pulled the guts out and dropped the guts into the large bucket for the crawfish to eat on before you rinsed your arms and the knife off in the river again.

“Ok, now I’m done.” You announced as you headed back, Zorroku trying to help by getting the bucket of crawfish and tried not to look into the bucket while Ori was on his other shoulder and you got the catfish by the gills and called Razor and the crows to you and hand to keep your arm extended to fit all of them.

“Are they all from Shuzug?” Zorroku asked thoughtfully as he nodded to the crows.

“Most of them yes, I can’t imagine the foolishness they’ll contain.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes but chuckled and smiled none the less before you just shivered and your teeth started clattering before Zorroku put his cloak over you.

“Thanks,” you thanked him graciously even though it only covered your back, your front was still open and exposed to the winds and you were pretty sure your nipples were now so hard and sharp they could cut the fabric of your dress all by themselves, You dropped the catfish and the crawfish off at the kitchen before you went back to your tent to put Razor and the crows on the perch before you gave Zorroku back his cloak and told him to hang onto Ori while you changed into sadly the very last dress you owned and it was so tight you could barely breathe, it made your cleavage look bigger even before you got blessed by Arob and now it just looked ridiculous on you.

“Shit,” you cursed, you couldn’t wear the dress you wore last night today because that would make it look like you spent the night in a tent other than your own but you didn’t even want to leave your own tent looking like this. This dress hugged your upper body and hips like crazy. Your breasts practically touched your chin now they were so pushed up, you were barely able to tuck your nipples into the top of the dress, you looked like a whore.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck.” You continued to curse and you heard Zorroku snort a laugh.

“Is everything ok in there?” He asked.

“No, I mean yes, I mean...that’s a complicated answer right now.” You answered as you blushed as you tried to find your summer cloak or look to see if you were given any more clothes last night other than the fabrics and you found none, it was going to be a hot day and you didn’t want to roast inside Zorroku’s cloak or even the heavy cloak you got given and once you got your summer cloak out, it wouldn’t fucking stay closed and just accentuated your cleavage even more and you found yourself growling in frustration to yourself.

“Ok what’s going on? Is there a way I can help?” Zorroku asked because he didn’t mean to but he was getting a hard on just hearing you growling, and imagining your wet naked body in your tent and wanting to warm you up the old fashioned way, the way he envisioned himself last night.  

“Can you get Glasha up and tell her to come to me please?” You requested and he just went over one tent and woke his sister up.

“Hey, Peaches needs you. Right now.” Zorroku said as she woke up and glared at him for waking her up so early and she grumbled as she came out of her tent in her pajamas and went to yours.

“Peaches?” Glasha asked.

“Yeah, hang on.” You requested as you came and hid behind the tent flap to let her in.

“What in the wor...OH MY GODS WOW!!” Glasha exclaimed when you shut the tent flap and tied it closed.

“Shhhh!!!! Not so loud! Ok I have a situation, I only own three dresses ok? I was in the river this morning and fell and that’s why it’s sopping wet and hung up over here and I can’t wear the one I wore yesterday because that’ll make it look like I spent the night in any other place except my tent and I don’t want to deal with that drama so all I have left is this and because of what your grandmother did to my boobs, I look like a whore in this dress, I can not leave my tent looking like this.” You tried to hush her but she was just standing there rocking with laughter.

“I hate you, so much right now.” You grumbled sarcastically as you tried not to laugh yourself.

“Oh I think you should definitely strut around in that today, it’ll solve all your problems.” Glasha continued to laugh.

“No! It won’t! It’ll be like asking all of your brothers and every other orc in this village to rape me, no, I can not.” You hissed.

“No, they won’t.” Glasha tried to reassure you.

“Really?” You said disbelievingly.

“Well how else are you going to go to the seamstress to get new dresses?” Glasha argued.

“Can she come here?” You asked hopefully.

“No, she’s bed bound, everyone goes to her.” Glasha informed you.

“Ffuuuuuuck me.” You whimpered.

“You know in that dress I kinda want to.” Glasha teased.

“My point exactly, fuck, you know what, fuck it, I’ll just wear my dress from yesterday, the rumors that will come with that dress are better than the conclusions this one has when I wear it.” You decided.

“It’s not that bad!” Glasha offered.

“Really? You want to test that?” You said as you grabbed her hand and walked her over to the tent flap again and ripped it open to reveal Zorroku, Yalak, Murag and Nar on the other side eavesdropping as they suddenly stared slack jawed at you, all four of them very clearly showing their hard ons suddenly tenting their pants.

“See?!” You practically screeched to Glasha as you ripped them back closed as she just fell to her knees and then the floor and rolled with laughter because the looks on her brother’s faces was priceless as you just dissolved into a string of curses in every language you knew, especially your own mother tongue.

“Wow, she is..feisty, I love it.” Yalak noted under his breath as he and his brothers went back to eavesdropping as they all just nodded dumbly back. You had been a vision. Like the epitome of sexy and they totally wanted to see you like that again. Holy shit they had thought your breasts had gotten huge last night, now they were, practically coming out of your dress to greet them.

“What the hell is going on?” Yotul demanded sleepily as she found herself standing outside your tent in her pajamas and her cloak watching her sons eavesdrop with clear irritation.

“Uh...” All her sons stuttered as they looked at each other before she just huffed and came into the tent to see you trying to get out of your dress but struggling.

“Sorry to wake you up, I have a problem.” You whimpered as you gestured to yourself.

“Wow, Honey, I would pay a hundred gold pieces to have a dress do to my body what that one is doing to yours.” Yotul chuckled before she gently kicked at Glasha’s side.

“Get up, you’re not helping.” Yotul chided her.

“Yeah except, you are The Warchieftess and no one would assume the things about you that they would assume about me if they saw me in this.” You tried to counter as you tried to wriggle out of it but just managed to pull your boobs out as they swayed and jiggled as you tried to peel the rest of it off of you.

“And what would they assume?” Yotul asked in curious amusement.

“Oh just that I’m a whore who sucks cock and drinks cum for every meal if I don’t get every hole on my body stuffed so full of so much cum my belly distends like I’m pregnant every gods forsaken fifteen minutes.” You complained as she came over to help you out of your dress as you heard some strangled snickers before the ravens all started cawing ‘BIG BOOBS!’ ‘BELLA BIG BOOBS!’ before you heard even more strangled snickering laughter from the entrance to your tent.

“And you all can go away! You’re not helping! Go find a tree to piss on! Or I’m going to escort her back to the Black Wolf White Rock Clan myself as soon as I get her out of this!” Yotul yelled at her sons angrily who all quickly scattered.

“We would never think that of you though Peaches!” Nar offered as he ran away as you just buried your face into your palms and shook your head.

“Thank you Nar.” You offered in a defeated huff in his direction before she finally got you out of that dress and you bent over and had to breathe, the seams of the dress imprinting on your body already.

“Not that I want you to go, because I don’t, I adore you, I want you to stay, but they really don’t want you to go so I’m going to use that against them to get them to behave.” Yotul reassured you softly.

“Thanks. I totally understand, Bula does that all the time to Shuzug too.” You returned.

“Fuck, how did you squeeze into this to begin with?” Yotul asked as she held up the dress and looked at you comparing the dress to you.

“Power of will I think. I didn’t want to wear this dress because I didn’t want anyone to think I slept in anyone else’s tent other than my own and I was hunting those crawfish and that river out there is crawling with them which is awesome but that was at sunrise, and Zorroku was just being a concerned father and came to check on Ori but we weren’t in here, we were at the river and I had her safely tucked into a basket on the bank just in case I slipped and fell into the water and Zorroku found us there and all he did was greet me, very nicely, very respectfully but I was not expecting anyone to be awake this morning and so I spooked, screamed, slipped on the river rocks went flying backwards and landed right in the river and flirted with drowning as it tried to carry my flailing body downstream, the poor crawfish I had had in my hands went flying upstream somewhere and I lost them. And it was, understandably, very funny,” You giggled as Yotul and Glasha roared with laughter at the story, both of them sitting down on your bed and holding their sides.  

“So since I only have three dresses, this one, that one and that one, I was hoping that one wouldn’t be as indecent and immodest as it was and the moment I finally squeezed into it I went… ‘no, fuck no’ and so here we are.” You explained as you got redressed in your dress from last night.

“Ok, well just let me get dressed and get some breakfast in us and we’ll go to the seamstress and get you dresses that will fit however you want them to.” Yotul offered before before she looked at all the crows sharing a perch with Razor.

“More messages from home?” She asked.

“Most of them are from your nephew, Shuzug and I can’t imagine the foolishness they contain, you can get them and read them yourself if you want, I don’t mind, you are family after all.” You offered as you continued to get dressed as she took you up on your offer and went over and got the messages off the legs of the crows before reading them herself and cracking up laughing again.

“How old is he again?” Yotul asked.

“Ten, how he’s managed to survive that long, I don’t know,” you answered her.

“Well apparently he managed to find some wolf pups, there’s a red one he’ll be training for you because it’s reddish fur reminds him of you.” Yotul repeated.

“Great.” You sarcastically quipped which got Glasha and Yotul to snicker a laugh. “Just what I’ve always wanted!” You added in the most sarcastic way you could and it got Yotul and Glasha to bark a laugh at that before Yotul got the other ones.

“Oh this is from my sister!” Yotul realized when one of the birds was carrying a different message in a different writing and was signed in her name.

“Actually if it’s ok with you, I’d like to tell her that you are the warchieftess here and that you’re family found and how your children are her own nephews and nieces.” You offered hopefully.

“I’d love that, invite them to come to us as soon as they can, I can’t wait to see her again.” Yotul smiled happily.

“You got it.” You nodded as you finished getting dressed and quickly wrote your responses back before loading them up and sending the crows home before there was even more screams heard from the kitchen tent.  

“Oh gods what now?” Yotul growled before the three of you left to the kitchen tent to find all the girls huddled together across from the catfish and the crawfish.

“It moved! The fish moved! It’s supposed to be dead!” One of them cried.

“And the bucket is full of bugs! Huge ugly bugs!” Another wailed.

“Oh calm yourselves, a lot of fish does that.” Yotul reprimanded as she came over to inspect both.

“Wow Peaches, you did good, how did you catch this?” Yotul asked as she gestured to the fish, usually fish this big needed big hooks and heavy line to get caught.

“With my hands, they don’t really have ‘teeth’ so to speak, you just find their dens in the water and stick your arm in and they bite your arm and you grab their throats and guts from the inside and them and pull them out and stab them in the head.” You shrugged as you illustrated that as the other girls gasped in horror watching you demonstrate that.

“That’s my girl.” Yotul smiled proudly as she gave you a side hug.

“And these must be crawfish, you’re right, little lobsters, who’d a thought we had them, how similar are they in taste to the real thing?” She asked as she picked one up and inspected it, using her experience with real lobsters to do so so she wouldn’t get pinched by their pinchers.

“Half way between shrimp and lobster but sweeter because they’re smaller.” You answered.

“I want it all for breakfast, I’ll help you skin this because I doubt they know how.” Yotul offered as she got a special set of pliers and a very sharp knife.

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you got your own knives and nailed it to the counter with one before you cut a ring around the head and tried to take off some of the skin from the flesh, just enough that she could grab it with the pliers and she got it and ripped the skin away as the others just continued to watch on in slightly horrified shock that their mother could do such a thing.

“Woo! You got it Mom! Look at you go!” You offered as you gave her a high five and she laughed and returned it.

“I like that, you can keep calling me that all you want.” Yotul invited and you both shared a bright smile.

“Want to filet it too?” You offered.

“How about you do one side and I’ll do the other, I haven’t filet-ed a fish in forever.” Yotul said as as you got the fish to lay on the side and showed her how you filet fish, from the back bone as Yotul’s mother had showed you and that seemed to jog her memory and once you finished you took the filet off and trimmed every bit of even slightly yellowish flesh off as she came and flipped the fish over and filet-ed it on the other side with surprising ease and smiling happily to herself as she removed it with ease before she did what you did and trimmed it of the fat and yellow flesh too.

“Oh this is going to be delicious, ok, let me get dressed for the day, I’m looking forward to seeing how you make all this.” She bid you as you nodded and got to work as the other girls slowly came forward to watch you curiously as they tried to make their own breakfasts for the rest of the family as you got the other large pot and filled it with a bunch of chili peppers before you, out of habit went to the garden part to fetch more and stopped dead in your tracks when you found a fully fledged and formed garden, everything you had planted the night before had grown into fully formed and fully fledged maturity, even the peach trees had grown and bloomed over night, they were half the size of full grown trees but still, they were blooming and even little peaches had started to form already. You stopped and you couldn’t help but cry. It was all so beautiful to you.

“Everything ok?” Glasha asked as she found her way next to you.

“What the hell was in that water?” You asked as you laughed through your tears as you wiped them away.  

“Grandma Arob blessed the water herself, it’s the same water she used to find you to show your glorious future with us and it’s the water she told us to use to water the garden so that the sting of missing home would lesson every day.” Glasha explained softly as she put her arm around your shoulders affectionately as you returned her side hug by wrapping your arm around her waist.  

“It’s a miracle, it’s...wonderful.” You praised as you went ahead and started harvesting some of the already ripe peppers and other ingredients as you noticed the other girls go ahead and come out and start harvesting from the garden too, as if this had always been here but they steered clear of the peppers as you went ahead and got those yourself for the crawfish water and once that was boiling and cooking you helped them slice the slabs of bacon and showed them how to fry it and sliced the hams into steaks and fried those in the bacon grease then fried the eggs in the bacon grease too before they saved it once they were done.

Once everything was set, you sat next to Yotul as you had sliced the big filets of catfish into smaller pieces so everyone in the family could have a taste of the fried catfish and you all devoured that first before Yotul and yourself began working on the heap of crawfish and the stew that had cooked overnight using the bones that the whole family enjoyed as they eyed you and Yotul curiously as you ate the crawfish- that now they were cooked and turned to a brilliant red, looked a bit more appetizing.

“Ok, how do you eat this?” Crowthu asked as he carefully picked one up before you and Yotul gave him step by step instructions on how to eat it.

“Now you don’t have to eat the head, it’s an acquired taste.” You told him before he tried it after eating the tail and quite liked the tail meat before he tried sucking the head and quickly spit it out and made a disgusted face before downing wine to get the taste out of his mouth.

“No, that’s not a taste I will be acquiring.” Crowthu shook his head before he got the tiny bit of claw meat from the claws before getting another one and saved the heads for Yotul to eat which she didn’t mind, this was the closest taste of home she had had in a very long time and she was thoroughly enjoying and savoring it. If anyone had told her this would have been happening yesterday morning she would have scoffed and argued with that. But now, she was embracing you joining the family harder than anyone- before everyone seemed curious enough to try the crawfish too.

“Yeah ok, it looks like a bug but it tastes really good.” Glasha admitted as she tried it and loved it.  

“I don’t know Dad, I kinda like the taste of the head.” Zorroku admitted as he once again sat on the other side of you with Ori nestled between you in her special little chair to help her sit at the table as Zorroku tried them too and really liked them too.  

After breakfast and after nursing all the women in the family escorted you to the seamstress with all the fabric that was gifted you including the very fine fabric for your wedding dress.

“Lazgar, meet my new daughter, Bella or Peaches as we’ve come to know her, she’s a Marfu from the Black Wolf White Rock Clan who has the great honor of marrying whichever of my sons she wants, and she will be needing new dresses and outfits, make sure they reflect that status.” Yotul ordered.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you Lady Lazgar,” you offered respectfully with a small bow of your head to her as you held your pile of fabrics in your arms before you set them down next to her on her spot in front of her work table as she blinked in surprise but smiled at you before she spoke to Yotul in Pregu before Yotul answered and you were getting a little better at figuring out what they’re saying, something about you being polite and respectful and how in the world did you manage a place in the warchief’s family before Arob joined in and began singing your praises so to speak which got Lazgar’s eyebrows to rise in surprise even more as she looked you up and down again as you got Ori back from Yotul and ran your fingers through Ori’s hair affectionately, noting how it had seemed to fill in overnight and kiss her cheeks as Lazgar, Arob and Yotul kept talking, not wanting to be rude and interrupt them as you were just happy holding Ori and swaying in place to keep her happy and content, Lazgar, Arob and Yotul smiling serenely and proudly watching you slip into the role of mother so effortlessly and so well.

“Come, I’ll fit you for your dresses, I take it you’ll need nursing dresses.” Lazgar assumed, switching back to the common tongue.

“Yes, and if I could get them modest please, like I want my breasts mostly covered when I’m not nursing.” You requested.

“Show me.” Lazgar said as she handed you a small piece of cloth as Glasha took Ori so you could tuck it in how you had the towel tucked in last night at dinner. “Well I guess a little won’t hurt.” You figured as you tucked a tiny bit down to show just a tasteful little peek but definitely not to the degree your current dress was showing them off.

“You are blessed with beautiful tits and you want them so covered?” Lazgar asked in shock.

“Well I don’t like being looked at like a piece of meat.” You tried to gently counter.

“Oh but Honey, that’s the way to go around here, we flaunt what we got. It’s better than to be looked at than ignored.” Lazgar urged.

“She has a brilliant mind, she doesn’t want to be reduced to a pretty thing to look at, she’s to be the next Warchieftess, she needs to be respected and revered.” Arob pointed out.

“She can have both.” Lazgar argued.

“Just make the damn dresses and outfits how she wants. She is no slave to your will or mine. If she’s happy and comfortable she will wear them with pride instead of trying to hide herself like she has since she’s gotten here. Until she feels she owns herself and her destiny, which she does, she’s still new to all this, how can we expect her to be warchieftess and lead our clan if she has no control even in these things? If she wants to be covered from head to toe, let her be so, also make her proper riding outfits, I’d imagine she’ll need a lot of support to make sure her boobs don’t bounce off when the horses trot.” Yotul ordered in Pregu and that seemed to be the final word on that.

“Ok, so show me how you want the dresses and outfits.” Lazgar caved and you gave Yotul and Arob the most beautiful and grateful smile because you knew it was because of them that Lazgar was caving and you ordered very pretty yet comfortable and modest dresses and outfits, actually delighted that women around here often wore pants a lot instead of nothing but dresses all the time and when you were done, you went to her husband who was the village’s saddler and fit you for a saddle too.

“I don’t have a horse...” You began as you sat down on the children’s saddle since that fit you better than the average one did before there was a snickering laugh among everyone else.

“Yet, you’ll be getting at least a dozen very soon.” Yotul informed you.

“A dozen?!” You repeated, your own face showing surprise.

“One from each son, one from me, one from Crowthu and one from Arob plus whoever you choose, if he has a wife already, his wife will get you one too, it’s a Thunder Herd Clan tradition, I have over four dozen myself, one for each pregnancy, plus an extra one for each son I have given Crowthu and I get them for anniversaries or whenever we make out good with a raid and or battle. Trust me, chances are you’ll have more than that by the time you get to be my age.” Yotul explained without a trace of jealousy or resentment at all.

“Oh, wow, ok.” You nodded in understanding as you finished getting fitted for a saddle and took Ori back.  

“And I’d imagine you’d be getting a herd of cows pretty soon, and pigs.” Arob added as you walked back through the village as you noticed others in the village were looking at you curiously and fondly.

“I would prefer if we actually bought them or traded for them rather than steal them though.” You murmured quietly to Arob.

“Then say that to the boys.” Arob gently urged you before you changed the subject.

“So how many horses do I get if I give twin boys?” You asked almost teasingly to Arob which got her to laugh.

“Hey Yotul, how many horses will she get if she gave you twin boys as grandsons?” Arob asked.

“Ooh, at least another dozen, at least six from your husband and at least six from Crowthu and I, why? Do twins run in your family?” She asked.

“Yeah...” You answered with a nervous laugh. “I’m a twin, all my siblings are twins, it runs on both sides of my family.” You answered.

“Aww!” They all awed at you as you came back to the family’s main tent to relax and nurse the babies before you would have to make lunch before the crows returned again.

“Ok this is getting ridiculous and out of hand.” You grumbled as you paused and brought them back into your tent to see what messages they were carrying before you got the message back from Bula.

“Oh fuck,” You breathed before you took the message and hunted down Crowthu.

“Hey, uh, I really need to talk to you, um, privately.” You told him nervously.

“Yes daughter?” He answered as you got to a private corner.

“Hey so I asked Yotul if she would be ok with me telling Bula, Warchief Khagra’s wife, your wife’s sister about Yotul and finding her and about the fact that your children by Yotul and Bula’s kids are first cousins. And she said yes so I did, which I should have probably cleared with you first and I’m sorry I didn’t, anyway and so that was this morning, and the crows returned just now with this message.” You nervously explained before you handed him the message which he read curiously before he snorted a laugh.

“So I’m actually brothers in law with Warchief Khagra and his family wants to come and visit as soon as possible. That’s fine with me. I’ll let everyone know, tell them they’re welcome to come. They hosted us hospitably, we’ll return the favor, plus it’ll lower the tensions. I don’t mind one bit.” Crowthu returned calmly with a gentle smile.

“Oh thank the gods.” You blew out in relief.

“And you can call me Dad, don’t bother with that Chief, Warchief or Lord business.” Crowthu invited.

“Could I have a hug then?” You returned.

“Yeah,” Crowthu chuckled as he opened his arms and hugged you tightly as you hugged back.

“I want you to feel as well as know you’re welcome here Peaches, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know ok?” He offered softly before his kissed the crown of your head affectionately.

“I will, thanks Dad.” You returned as you smiled to yourself, feeling more at home now than you had before.

“So what happened this morning?” Crowthu asked as he felt you start to let go before he let go.

“Oh my gods, ok so let me tell you a story...” You began as you went through the story again as Crowthu laughed so hard he was crying and barely breathing since you were so animated and gesturing wildly complete with sound effects as you went through the whole morning.

“Oh you poor thing, you just can’t catch a break.” Crowthu wiped the tears from his eyes.

“You know, that’s just the way things are with me, I have come to accept it.” You shrugged. “Ok, I gotta go show this to Mom and then I’ll write back and we’ll just… try to prepare as much as we can, I can’t imagine the craziness that will ensue cause it’ll be one hell of a family reunion.” You chuckled.

“Yeah it will be.” Crowthu nodded before you left and found Yotul and showed her the message and told her that her husband agreed to it and she literally squealed and jumped up and down while hugging you and suddenly she was barking orders and really orchestrating things as you quickly wrote back and sent the crows back before you started taking lessons from Yotul on how to really take charge of the whole clan like she did. You were used to running things in a kitchen but this was a whole new level of delegating and organizing that you found quite illuminating, if not very instructing and you helped the boys pick out proper tents and things for Khagra and Bula and their family, their tents getting set up nearby as the twin boys subtly measured you for the fur cloak they were making you out of the wolf hides as you watched appreciatively as they worked hard and worked together setting up everything, as they used the heat of the day to take their shirts off and may or may not have been flexing and showing off for your benefit and you may or may not have watched on and blushed and bit your lips watching Zorroku the most as all your dreams and visions came back full force as you felt yourself grow hot and feverish just watching him, to the point you almost felt like you needed another dip into the cold river to get yourself under control again because Zorroku was just that magnificent.

After lunch, all the girls then brought you to the bathing tent where they bathed daily and the water coming from a natural spring their forefather’s discovered, which had a giant copper heated tub on an iron frame with smoldering coals underneath it to keep the water hot, with all kinds of soaps in colors you didn’t think soap could come in but the bathing attendants were so happy to show off the different kinds they made, using ingredients and techniques you had never heard of because while most orc clans saw the benefits of keeping clean and well groomed to keep sickness and infection away, you suddenly realized the bit of extreme degree the Thunder Herd Clan liked to keep clean, not just in body but in clothes and bedding and tents too as you recalled your walk through the village earlier and how everything seemed nice, neat and organized. Then the attendants went through the oils and perfumes and you and Ori as well as all the other women and babies and little ones all got a nice hot bath, but not so hot that it would hurt Ori or the other babies at all as you all scrubbed and washed yourselves and each other before sitting down on the bench that was built in around the edge of the massive tub, that was honestly the size of a large pool and almost four feet deep while the little ones practiced swimming in the middle from one female relative to another and relaxing in the hot soothing waters as the attendants combed and braided your hair in the traditional Thunder Herd way which was just gorgeous as all the girls marveled at your red hair since they had never seen anyone with red hair before and thanks to some hair conditioners and oils was even softer than before. Then the attendants treated you to your first massage while you reclined in the waters as all the girls giggled at watching you get your neck and shoulders and back and arms massaged as you practically melted into the water, Glasha holding Ori for you and playing with her so you could relax completely. They used the pink salt of the mountains to scrub your skin until it was softer than it was when you were babe then drenched you in special perfumed oil and your own eyes threatened to roll all the way back into your head from pleasure. This was the greatest experience of your life and you soaked it up.

“So tell me about Grecko’s wives.” Yotul invited.

“Oh gods, they’re really beautiful and really talented but they fight. All. The. Time.” You answered honestly which earned a round of hums of agreement.

“Like to have more than one wife, and to keep them both or all of them happy is very difficult. To marry sisters is even more difficult and to marry twin sisters is like trying to climb to the top of the tallest mountain with no climbing gear. It’s next to impossible. Because between wives to the same man is a constant battle, it’s a battle for equality, it’s a battle for favor, it’s a battle for time, for affection, making sure your kids get the same amount of quality time that the others do, if you want sons or children period you have to calculate when you lay with him just right...” You explained as Arob and her daughters and daughters in law sensed that you didn’t take to the idea of multiple wives well which they all understood and to a degree agreed with but before then, they simply knew it was part of life and part of being in the warchief’s family as the other daughters in law were trying to make an effort to get along with you just in case you became their sister wife but they still realized they had better chances of befriending you and staying your friend if you didn’t choose their husbands, and despite their husbands requests, they had been subtly steering you towards Zorroku anyway, because they could see how much he actually cared for you rather than wanting you based on a prophecy.

“Wait, there’s a way to calculate that?” Yotul asked in astonishment as did all the women in the tub who all sat up and sat forward just as your massage ended and you said a word of thanks to the attendants.

“Oh yeah, ok so the secret to that is something that a very old midwife taught me, her name is Mama Gak and she is amazing, she came with Mama Borba when the twins came into the clan and I love and adore her too, anyway, so what she taught me is if you were to look at a month on a square, seven days are in a week, four weeks in a month right?” You began as you made a square gesture and gestured to the weeks horizontally. “So if you were to write down the day you start your moon blood and then count the number of days you have it and count the days in between each one, you’ll usually have between 25-33 days, usually it’s 28. So once you have that number, divide it by half, usually it’s between 12-16, usually 14. So on a calendar, you mark the half way point, that’s usually the day you can have sex and get pregnant on, and usually a couple of days before and a couple of days after that point is considered your conceive week. Now if you want a girl, have sex 2-4 days before the halfway point, in the first half of the conceive week, if you want a boy, have sex on the halfway point and the few days after on the conceive week but absolutely no sex before that point. If you have sex the day before the halfway point of conceive week, the day of the halfway point and the day after, it’s a gamble and there’s no way to tell until you give birth. That’s what she told me and that’s what Grecko’s wives have done, they both laid with Grecko all three days and Ahshna had a set of twin boys and the Aysha had a set of girls. Now another way Mama Gak told me is to test the wetness in your womanhood, if you wipe it with your fingers, and put your fingers together, if it’s wet like water like this, no go, if it forms a string between your fingers, in the words of Mama Gak-‘ride that dick like you own it’.” You urged as you giggled which got them all to squeal, hoot, holler, laugh and giggle too as you got Ori back and let her lay down on your chest and cuddle with your chest, happy and content when you gently massaged her in turn, an attendant letting you get more oil for her skin too, Ori beaming a super happy smile as she cuddled up to your chest as you continued to talk and gossip the afternoon away until all of you were prune-y before you borrowed one of Urzel’s outfits, one of Yotul’s younger daughters, which was a little big on you but was much better than being too small for you and infinitely more comfortable than your dresses were and just like that, it was like you had always been here and always been part of this family and you loved it as Yotul’s daughters in law all checked their womanhood and Grat, Murnag’s wife and Rek both found that their essence from their womanhood was stringy. “Ooh, excuse us, we have dicks to ride.” Rek and Grat cackled as Yotul took YakYak and Glasha took her nephew Shum from Grat as the two left the bathing tent to go look for their husbands for what you assumed was ‘afternoon delight’.  

That night over dinner and again over the midnight meal you really got to know and drew very close to everyone in Crowthu’s family, especially once it seemed Yalak and Rek and Murnag and Grat seemed to be in a very good mood and especially once you got your guitar out and your violin and played and sang songs and told stories and legends and jokes as they were all amazed but not surprised you could sing and play so well and they were all just so delighted that you were so wonderful to be around and now that you were there, they really did feel whole and complete as a family, like you were the missing puzzle piece this whole time. Zorroku just looking at you with so much adoration, you thought it bordered on love. But part of you was still afraid to return it because you figured it was only a matter of time before he would get several more wives, you felt he deserved to have so many fawning all over him even though your dreams and visions showed you the opposite to be true but you dismissed them as simply dreams by your overactive imagination.

But that night they still didn’t let up, in fact, they got even more vivid, to the point you could see that you were in a different tent, this one a light silver gray with blues and greens embroidered into the panels and roof and it was so pretty, plus the bed you were on was even bigger and even more comfortable than the one you had now and you could taste Zorroku when he kissed you and feel the calluses on his hands as they reverently touched you as you felt the pressure of being full as his manhood that filled you, practically stuffed you and you could feel the heat of his breath and softness of his lips on your skin and feel the reverberations of his deep groaning and moaning as well as the heat from his body as it covered yours possessively as he made love to you over and over again, bringing you to your release, more times than he got to his as he whispered and murmured into your ears how he loved you and would always love you and only you and how you were the only one he wanted for as long as he lived while your underwear got soaked in your sleep from all the essence that flowed from you in your dreams.

Meanwhile in Zorroku’s tent his own undergarments were soaked with cum. The spell Arob had cast before she herself had gone to bed, allowing Zorroku to share a dream with you as he made love to you in the very tent his father had specially made just for his mother in her favorite colors of white, silver, blues and greens with gold accents here and there that he had shared with his first wife but had taken it down and gone back to his old tent of his youth shortly after she passed away because he missed her so much but now that you were in his life, he found that the sting of her death on his heart and soul lessened every day. His wife had pleaded with him to move on and to find another love on her death bed and he had fought and wrestled with the idea ever since and when Ori failed to thrive, he misconstrued it as Ori missing her mother just as much as he did. But seeing Ori take to you and for you to take to her as if she was your own, was all the healing balm his heart and soul needed. He understood your hesitance towards him and all he wanted to do was assure and you reassure you that he didn’t want what you thought he did. All he wanted was you and he did his best to convey that. He wanted to give you everything, he wanted to make you see and feel his affections and right now, this was the best way he knew how.

[carlshameless]

The same yard.

Carl Gallagher x Female OC

Chap. IV | Slow burn fic | Unedited

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Follows the storyline, though some things will be altered (Canon Divergence). No real storyline. Friendship to lovers.

Warnings: typical Shameless warnings

Kirin rubbed her hands together as she stood out on the porch of her house looking over at the big black truck that blocked her view of the Gallagher's house. She looked over at the house to the left, the one Steve had bought, and could distinctly make out Fiona's face as she peeked through the curtain to try and spy on the going's on in her old home.

It had been a few days since Kirin had last seen Carl, or Debbie, or anyone from the Gallagher family after the return of their mother, Monica Gallagher, and her girlfriend Roberta. The night that the family found out she had returned, they all rushed over to the Jackson's house leaving Kirin with Kev and Veronica, along with their foster child, Ethel and her son, to stay back at the house and watch over their dinner that was in the process of roasting in the oven.

With Ethel being the only one around Kirin's age, she became close with the girl as they waited hours for the Gallagher children to return home. Kirin never really talked to her before, mostly because of the weird things she spoke about of her past life, but Kirin found she was actually pretty normal when she wasn't talking about her husband Clyde, or the other wives. They played some board games for a while, the older girl even taught Kirin how to bake a few things, given that they had enough time. 

Midnight was the time the Gallagher siblings finally arrived home, and when Monica walked in behind the children with Frank and her girlfriend in tow, V wasted no time in going out to look for her good friend, Kev and Ethel following her as they tried to calm the worried woman.

"Goodnight Kirin." Ethel farewelled to her new friend who nodded back in response, watching as the young girl and her baby followed Kevin out the front door.

"Oh, my! Is that little Kirin?" Monica cooed as she grabbed the girl's cheeks. "Look how big you've gotten. Isn't she so big now Frank?" She grabbed Kirin's face, bringing it to her chest as she spun around to Frank. Roberta didn't like all the attention that her girlfriend was now showing to her husband.

"Let go of it Monica, or else it might think you're it's mother and attach itself like the rest of these leeches," Frank grumbled. The man jumped away from the small girl as she started to growl at him when he tried to pass through to get to the kitchen.

"Shut the fuck up, Frank," Lip said as he detached Monica from Kirin. "C'mon, bed. All of you." Lip ordered, handing Liam over to Kirin and directing her and Debbie towards their room, then putting a hand on Carl's head to spin the boy toward the stairs. The two teenaged boys followed the children upstairs as their mother bid them all goodnight and then waited for the response that never came.

"Where's Fiona?" Kirin asked as she looked down at the two older boys as they climbed the stairs. Carl and Debbie looked down at the steps, their eyes avoiding her, while Lip and Ian looked at each other.

"She's just taking a break, too much to handle right now, but she'll be back," Lip said reassuringly to all three children. As they reached the top of the stairs, Ian put his hands on Carl's shoulder and steered him into the boy's room, the younger boy looking back out as he watched the two girls head towards Debbie's room.

"Is she really going to take Liam?" Debbie asked as she looked at the sleeping baby resting his head on Kirin's shoulder.

"They're gonna have to pry him from my cold, dead fingers. But it's nothing you have to concern yourself about, okay Deb?" The girl nodded as she helped her friend to place Liam in his cot. As the girls made themselves comfortable in their shared bed, Lip turned off their light and left them to go and sort out Carl. 

The two girls spent half an hour talking about the night's events over at Sheila's before Debbie finally dozed off. Kirin was close to doing the same when she heard a small hissing sound coming from the bedroom floor.

"Pssst"

"What the-" Kirin looked over the edge to find Carl lying on the floor. "What are you doing?" She whispered as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Being the deep sleeper that Debbie was, it was no wonder she didn't wake up from the noise was making as he spoke up.

"I couldn't sleep." He said, reaching up to the bed to pull down the girl's blanket to cover himself a little.

"Hey." Kirin hissed as she looked over to see some of the blankets had moved off of Debbie.

"What? It's cold."

"Why didn't you bring your own blanket then?"

The room was silent for a second as Carl came up onto his elbows. "You know how hard it is to get across these floorboards without someone in this house waking up. I had to crawl down the hallway like I was in boot camp." He complained as he laid down on his stomach.

Eventually, Carl would speak up about what was on his mind, but until then Kirin turned to her side so she could see the boy better as they stared at each other through the darkness in comfortable silence.

That was the last time Kirin or Carl had seen each other, for early that morning Serena was at the bedside shaking Kirin awake, practically dragging her home while she was mentioning something about how Fiona had filled her in on the situation at the Gallagher's. Kirin currently wasn't allowed over while Monica and Frank had taken charge of the house, and with Carl flunking a grade, she rarely saw him during, before or after school as Monica was right there to drop the Gallagher's younger kids off and pick them up.

"Good morning neighbor." A gentle voice broke Kirin from her thoughts. The young girl looked out towards the sidewalk where a smiling Ethel stood holding up a shovel.

"I was shoveling out the snow on our footpath and wondered if you would like yours done as well." She asked kindly. Kirin walked down her porch steps to meet Ethel at the fence that surrounded their front yard.

"Nah, it's cool. I like the snow to build up, then make holes and cover them so people fall in them." Kirin shrugged.

"Oh, okay." Ethel was a little concerned but decided not to question her.

"Veronica is making you do chores on the weekend as well?" Kirin asked, gesturing to the shovel.

"Oh no. It was such a beautiful Sunday that I just felt like doing some goodwill in the Lord's name." Ethel explained, sending a small prayer up towards the sky.

"You wanna come into my house and take a break? I can even help you with it later if you want ?" Kirin said, opening the gate. Ethel walked into the front yard and left her shovel at the foot of the steps leading up to the porch.

"You don't have to. I'm almost done with the footpath, I'm going to start in the backyard soon, hopefully get it cleared to get it ready for harvest next season."

Kirin opened her front door and gestured for Ethel to go in, following the girl as she took her gloves and coat off. Kirin closed the front door to keep the cold air out and then took the girls coat off her to drape over the stair railing.

"I'll help. Nothing better to do anyway." Kirin shrugged, leading the older girl towards the kitchen. Ethel took this chance to take a look at the house. Bare walls, some with torn wallpaper and others with fist-sized holes, a small lounge with no tv, couches covered in clothes and dirty throw overs and an old dilapidated kitchen that had a sink filled with last night's dirty dishes.

"Thank you for inviting me in. Your house is…nice" Ethel said slowly as she watched a cockroach scurry across the floor.

"It's a shit hole, you don't have to lie," Kirin said as she pulled out a can of soda from a box. "Here. Serena took a couple of boxes of Soda from stock at the bar she works on her weekend shift. Sorry, it's not cold, our fridge has been on the fritz the past couple of days. It's all we have to drink unless you want a corona?"

"This is fine, thank you." Ethel accepted the can and took a seat at the round table.

"Woah, watch out," Kirin warned as she came over to the table where one of her shoelaces and her mother's used needle sat under a messy pile of bills. "Kev will kill me if you contract a disease while you're here." Kirin carefully picked up the needle like Serena taught her and discarded it into a sharps container she had V steal from the nursing home, if only for the safety of the child of a drug addict.

"So is it just you and your sister that live here?" Ethel struck up a conversation as she sipped on her drink. Kirin brought over some crackers for them to eat.

"Most of the time, yeah. Mom’s in and out every couple weeks. Dad used to live here, but he's in prison serving time.”

"What is he in for? If you don't mind me asking…"

Kirin gestured to the holes in the walls, "Anger issues. Anything and anyone is his targets."

"I think the saying is '- his punching bag'." Ethel corrected.

"No, I'm pretty sure I had it. Dad still has a heap of weapons hiding around the house. Sis said that the neighborhood used to be scared to walk past the front of the house 'cause he used to sit on the porch with his shotty." Kirin said in-between mouthfuls of crackers. "He had a baseball bat that he's cracked a few bones with, as well. Saving it for baseball season." Kirin winked.

"You're into baseball?"

"I'll play anything if it means not sitting at home, bored out of my mind. Gonna join in football season as well, while I'm still at the age that they accept girls." Kirin finished off her drink, scrunched up the can and landed it straight into the bin. "Might join Kev's basketball team, if I'm lucky. You should join up, it'll be fun."

"Oh, I'm not so sure." Ethel laughed nervously. "Mr. Ball tried to teach me but I'm not very good at those types of things."

"Come with me." Kirin abruptly stood up and went back down the hallway to the staircase. Ethel followed, discarding her rubbish as she passed through the house. "Up here," Kirin called out as she opened the door to her room, Ethel making her way in not long after.

The older girl looked around the small room and found it to be in a lot better condition than the rest of the house. Posters on the wall, a single bed, a desk which was covered in engravings and graffiti sat off to the left and a sizable window that looked to the front yard. Kirin opened up her closet, where a whole bunch of different sports equipment tumbled out.

"Here it is." Kirin pulled out the baseball bat she was talking about earlier. She gave it a few swings before handing it over to Ethel. "It's a little stained, but still in prime condition."

Ethel was a little concerned about the dark red patch at the top of the bat. "What does this stand for?" She asked as her finger traced over an initial carved into the wood, which looked similar to the ones that were etched into a lot of the furniture in the room. Kirin glanced over it before going back into her closet.

"C.G. It's Carl's initials. Never realized that was on there before. He always marks something when he comes over."

"Does he come over often?" The older girl asked as she noticed one of Carl's beanies and jacket slung over the back of her desk chair.

"Sometimes. Only when he needs to hide when he gets in trouble, or when I'm not over at the Gallagher's, which is rare. In case you haven't noticed, there isn't much to do here."

"What about this? The sister's and I were taught how to make these when we were kids." Ethel said as she found a paper cup phone lying on the floor near the window sill. Kirin gave her a look when the older girl started to reminisce about her childhood. As Ethel went to pick up the paper cup, she realized that the line was cut.

"That's old. Carl has the other end. We used to plan stuff on that thing before a truck came through and snapped the line. We used so much string…" Kirin shook her head. Who would have thought that finding string would be such a struggle?

"Do you do everything with Carl? Don't you ever play with Debbie?"

Kirin shrugged her shoulders, "I guess. I play with Debbie sometimes but most of the time she pretends she's an adult and bosses us around."

Ethel was very curious about these children and their lives because they were so different to how she was brought up. Just as she was about to press the younger girl for some more information, Kirin cut her off as she emerged from the wardrobe, grin on her face as she held a puck and two hockey sticks. 

"Ever hit one of these before?"

"Yes." Ethel said confused as the grin widened. 

"How about at a moving target?"

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Longview - Chapter 4

An actual whump scene! A teeny tiny little lab whump scene. T

This was as much as I thought I could get away with. I laugh at that now.

CW: slight lab whump, memory loss

"Jett, what do you want?" demanded Treauna. Jett snickered. (Yes Jett is the Zuko character I don't want to talk about it.)

"Trying to give New-Kid here a second chance at getting new friends." Jett was the same boy that he had seen in Mr. Ferno's class.

"I just want to give you a chance before you get hurt," he hinted vaguely to Nick. Melody looked miserable, and Chase was trying to hold Treauna back. Michael tipped his glasses down, and his eyes started to shine red.

"Go away. Now." His words were articulate and harsh. Jett sneered and backed away.

"Oh, I 'outa," mumbled Treauna under her breath. (0.o) A vine grew slowly up from the table and slinked across the floor towards the Blaze Force. She was still grinding her teeth, and the vine started to tighten around their chair legs.

"Trea," started Melody slowly. Treauna sighed and the vine came back to her.

"They deserve it," she grumbled.

"What did he mean, 'before you get hurt?'" asked Nick. Melody sighed.

"Never mind, he's just being a jerk," growled Treauna. Nick sensed that whatever this was, it was also a hard topic.

"So, is there like a competition that all of the forces are in? Like they collect points and one wins at the end of the year?" The four of them stared at Nick.

"You watch way too many movies," said Chase. (Yes I thought I was being slick)

"Yeah, what would we even compete at? We can't do anything in the air, because not all of the forces can fly. We can't do anything that involves sports," pointed out Melody.

"Because Strength Force would mop the floor with Mind Force," finished Treauna.

"Mind Force are the nerds," filled in Chase.

"At one point there was a Longview Olympics, but too many students died and they shut it down," mentioned Michael. Nick stared nervously at him, and he smiled.

"I'm kidding. It's is just like the Olympics, once every four years." Other forces were getting up and leaving, so the eating hall was becoming empty.

"Should we head out to our club house?" offered Melody.

Following the others, Nick looked around at the other force's club houses. Strength Force's Club House was next to the gym, and Nick could hear them fighting. Something fell on his head as he was walking down the halls, and one of the kids from Flight Force swooped down and apologized.

"All of the different Forces have their own clubhouse. As you can tell, Strength Force is next to the gym," said Michael, gesturing to the noisy door.

"Flight Force is up in the towers. If you can't fly, it's super hard to get up there without their help. Let's see, where else?" Most of the students were weaving in and out of the crowd, trying to get to their own clubhouse, but Michael, Chase, Treauna, and Melody knew their way around the chaos well.

"Over there is the Labs, that's where Control Force is, and Blaze Force is in the basement, but you will never want to find yourself there, trust me." (Blaze Force is just Slytherins they’re even in the fucking basement I hate it. Omg) The school was so much larger than Nick thought that it was going to be, and at every turn, there was another hallway with more and more doors that went to new hallways. Nick's head was spinning with the size.

"How do you remember all of this? How long have you been at the school?" asked Nick.

Michael, Chase, Treauna, and Melody stopped.

"Um, I, I don't remember," started Chase. Michael was confused, Treauna was scrunching up her face, and Melody was rubbing her temples. At one time, every student in the hallway, apart from Nick stopped. Slowly Nick started to look around. They were all frozen, looking in the same direction. Nick blinked.

"Hey, dude, what's the matter? You zoned out there for a moment," said Chase. Nick snapped back. (wow. so subtle. much intrigue)

"What? Oh, um what were you saying?"

"Earth Force is over by the green houses, and so is Water," said Melody.

"And no one really knows where Stealth Force's clubhouse is. You only get to see it if you are excepted into Stealth." They passed by the library, and there was a sign for Mind Force. (I’m not gonna lie I love Stealth Force with my entire soul it’s great and I take no criticism on them.)

"That's the new library. They built another one after a storm pushed a tree trough the old one," explained Chase. The farther that they went into this hallway, the less people there were. By the time that they got to the old doors, the hallway was empty besides them.

"This is our clubhouse. It's the old library. Treauna fixed the hole with the tree that fell."

The first room that they walked into was very large, with bookshelves and stacks of books everywhere. One of the first things that you noticed when you walked in was the large foliage of a tree that made up the back corner of the room. (wow so much description -_-)

"Our rooms are up this way. You can Bunk with me and Chase for tonight," said Michael.

Nick rubbed his eyes and sat up. Micheal was still snoring in his bed, but Chase was already up. Stretching, Nick swung his legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. He was starting to miss his aunt, and was wondering why she hadn't tried to contact him. slowly rising, he headed down the staircase to the common room. It was a mess, there was book and paper scattered across the room. The leaves of the tree side were also covering the room. Table were overturned, chairs strewn across the room, and Treauna's bonsai tree's were broken. Melody and Chase were trying to clean up the room, while Treauna was fixing the tree.

"What happened here? It looks like a tornado came through here!" exclaimed Nick. Melody looked guilty.

"It was my fault. I have bad dreams sometimes and I use my power in my sleep. That's why the other forces didn't want me. And what Jett was talking about. I'm dangerous."

"Don't listen to her. The other forces ignore us because we are better, different," said Treauna. (DEAR GOD i am so sorry. We’Re nOt LikE oThER ForCeS)

"Bad dream?" asked Michael, walking down the staircase. Melody nodded and went back to cleaning. The five of them quickly cleaned the room up and started to do what they did every Saturday.

Nick was bored. Not an every-day bored. Not a I-don't-have-anything-to-do bored. A I'm-out-of-my-mind, I-want-to-disapear bored. Chase was playing solitaire, Treauna was growing her Bonsai Tree, Michael was trying to make a ship in a bottle, and Melody was absent-mindedly flipping pages in a book. The silence was as thick as fog.

"Is this really what you guys do on a day with no school? Sit around and mope?" yelled Nick. The quiet was getting to him, and he needed to hear something. The four looked to each other, then back to him.

"What else would we do?" asked Chase. Nick shrugged.

"I don't know! There has to be things to do in a school this size! Ice cream parlor? Movie theater? Tennis court? Video games?"

"The other forces are always crowding those. Wait a minute, you should be getting ready. You need to try out for other forces," said Melody. Nick stepped back.

"Try out?"

"Yeah," said Chase, standing up, "you don't have to worry though, your power is once in a century, any force would be happy to have you. You have the pick of the litter!" Nick sat back down, and so did Chase. Michael went to the bookshelf and picked out a book.

"Here," he said, giving it to Nick, "this is all about the different forces, and what they do." Nick sat flipping through the book, but there wasn't really one that sense for him. He found himself reading more and more of Shape Force.

Shape Force is a force of people who can change their body chemistry, changing the very molecules in their body.

Changing their molecules? That is the closest to what I do that I've read so far.

"When I try out, what do I do or say?" asked Nick to the air.

"Well," said Treauna, walking to the center of the room, "Like this.

Hello. My name is Treauna, and I control plants." Puling branches from the tree on the other side, Treauna made a large platform under her feet. After standing on it for a moment, she sent it back to the other side of the room like nothing ever happened.

"And then you wait and the Lead will come and tell you if you made it or not."

"Lead?"

"Yeah, they're the head of the force. I'm the Lead of United Force," explained Michael.

"So, which one are you going for?" asked Chase.

"Shape Force." Without saying anything, Treauna stood and went to her room. (I don't know why but I love it when characters just abruptly leave the room it's great)

"Is it something I said?" asked Nick when she was out of the room. Melody sighed.

"Kitty. She's the Lead of Shape Force. When Treauna tried out, she was so cruel to her. Instead of telling her that she wasn't in, she turned into a cat and attacked her. Treauna ran back here crying, her clothes were torn to shreds, and there was a lot of scratches on her face. They still glare at each other when they pass by." (Wait why was Treauna (which holy fuck. That’s such a cringy name) trying out for the Shape Force?? Shouldn’t it have been the earth one or maybe even the water one? I dunno my own rules are vague and very stupid.)

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," said Nick quietly.

"I'll show you where their clubhouse is. " said Michael.

Nick was standing outside the door to the Shape Force Clubhouse. He could hear them talking inside.

"Can you believe Miss Flower Power? I found leaves in my hair yesterday, I know that she was witching something above my head. She is such a brat. Like when she tried out. Ugh, her voice was just so annoying, couldn't even control myself." (shout out to Nemi who like 6 months ago blind roasted me on my voice lmao. Yeah I thought it was annoying when I was younger but now I just don’t give a fuck)

"Yeah, who did she think that she was? Coming in here. The freaks should stay with their own," snickered another voice. Nick was taken back. They're talking about Treauna. How rude. She tried out months ago. What is with these chicks? While Nick was still deep in his thought, the large door opened and Kitty walked out. Nick had always been a shy one, but even if he wasn't, he wouldn't have been able to speak. Kitty had long auburn hair that was naturally curly. Her large green eyes had long black eyelashes that softly decorated her eyes. She saw Nick and started curling her hair in her finger.

"Oh, it's you! I was hoping that you would try out for Shape." Kitty grabbed Nick by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the room. It was like a pet shop. There was dog beds covering the floor, and many different animals. A parrot landed on his head as he walked in, and other came around his feet.

"Come on guys! Say hello to our new member!" All of the animals grew until they were humans. Thankfully, the parrot flew off his head before transforming. There was about fifteen different boys and girls. More were coming from other rooms. One of them pushed him down onto one of the well-worn sofas. A small white dog jumped on his lap and stared up at his face. Nick had never been one for dogs, and this one was getting to close for comfort.

"Teddy! Down!" yelled Kitty. The small dog whined and jumped down where it transformed into a young boy with bright white hair. (OH MY GOD. TEDDY. WITH WHITE HAIR. I literally gasped holy hell what are the ODDS)This might not have been the best idea, started to think Nick. He looks to Kitty, but she was gone. An auburn cat jumped onto his lap. She had the same green eyes with large lashes. She hissed at him and scratched at his cheek.

"Ouch!" yelled Nick as he pushed he cat off of him. She scratches quickly disappeared and the crowd of people around him started to whisper. Kitty appeared in front of him again.

"Congrats. You're in," she said shaking his hand. Many of the kids howled, and Nick was getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

"Smart choice," said Teddy. Even in human form he was still scratching behind his ears.

"Better to get away from those freaks."

"Ha! Those are the inferior actualities in this intramural intellectual society," squawked a voice. Nick didn't know who the parrot transformed into, but he had a guess. (goddamnit)

"Yah, they're all, like, really not-smart," came a deeper voice from the back of the room. What it with these people? The people in United Force have been the only nice people that I meet here. The force members started to laugh, and Nick knew it was time to leave. (Same bro)

"Will you play with me?" yapped a small girl in pig-tales. She went down on all fours and became a cocker spaniel.

"No." It being a room full of house pets, that word was not widely respected. (🤣) All of the laughing and talking stopped at once.

"What," demanded Kitty flatly.

"You guys can't talk about them like that. This is a school full of kids with super powers! What gives you the right to call another person a freak when you fall into the same category? Trust me, they no more freakish than you, I'm pretty sure that kid has fleas!" yelled Nick. Teddy stopped scratching and looked up to Nick as Nick pointed to him. (omg teddy no)

"You're part of the force now," started Kitty. Nick cut her short.

"No, I'm not. I never said one word. I never agreed. I'm out of here."

The kids around him started to growl, and Nick strode out of the room. Kitty stopped him at the door.

"If you leave, you can never come back." Nick glared at her.

"That's the point." (okay baller move my bro)

Treauna, Michael, Melody, and Chase were sitting in their normal Saturday afternoon places, but somehow it was more boring than before. The door slammed and they all jumped. Nick stood inside the room and smiled.

"Nick!" exclaimed Chase, "How did it go?" Chase disappeared then reappeared next to Nick. Nick smiled.

"I got in." The others tried to smile for him, but he could tell that they were secretly disappointed.

"Congratulations," said Melody after a moment. Treauna sat back down and started to bit her cheek.

"I got in, but then I left." Chase, Melody, Michael, and Treauna looked at each other, then back to Nick.

"What?" asked Chase. Nick smiled again.

"Hi. My name is Nick, and I want to try out for Untied Force." The four in the room looked to each other again.

"I can't really show you my ability without hurting myself, so, yeah," finished Nick. Michael stood up and smiled.

"Congratulations. You are the first person to ever try out for United Force, and get in." Nick smiled and Chase, Melody, and Treauna jumped to congratulate him. Chase disappeared, then reappeared with a deck of cards. The five if them had such a good time that they missed dinner. By the time that Nick was heading up to bed, he was so tired that he fell asleep at once.

Nick had had bad dreams before. He had had nightmares, and he used to get night terrors when he was little, but this was nothing like those. Nick slowly opened his eyes to a bright white light shinning directly in his face. He tried to move his hands up to rub his eyes, but they wouldn't budge. He realized that he was no longer in his bed, but somewhere else. Wherever he was now, there was metal chrome walls on either side of his head. He tried to cry out, but his voice wouldn't come. A yell of panic pulled at the back of his throat. When it wouldn't come, it split and went to his brain and heart. The pounding of his own blood throbbed in his ears. His mind raced at full compactly. His lungs stopped working as the panic set in. His eyes blotched the world around them. There is no way to describe how it feels to not be able to move. (annnnnnnnd the most description we've gotten thus far is the whump scene. No one should be surprised)

"Look, I'm not saying that's easy, but it ain't hard," came a male voice. Nick tried to cry out again, but nothing came out.

"Does it hurt him?" asked a female voice.

"How should I know? And they are 'It', not him."

"Okay, does it hurt it?" asked the girl again. The silhouette of a head appeared in front of the light and Nick tried to call out to it.

"Oh my word! He's, It's awake!" cried the girl. The man groaned.

"Roll call said that there were five missing from dinner. Use that syringe, you'll need more Netoxiren." (hmm yes I will take "chemical made up by a 14 year old for $200) Two silhouettes came over the light again, and one gave Nick a shot. It stung all the way up his arm, until he woke up suddenly.

[writingsofaderangedfox]

Old Dogs, New Tricks. (WIP, Chapter 1)

Chapter One: Chance Encounter.

Friday evening in a downtown tavern called “The Bastion”, about nine-thirty or so, most of the patrons that remained in the small pub that resided in the basement were either passed out drunk or debating renting a room from the makeshift inn upstairs.  On the edge of the bar furthest from the door sat a slightly older looking Kitsune dressed in a beat up leather jacket, worn out jeans and a simple black eye patch over his left eye, who was sipping on a glass of whiskey and chain smoking a pack of cheap cigarettes.  To the average patron the old vulpine appeared engrossed in his glass, but the bartender, a mildly curvy red-head, knew better. She had seen him in here a million times before (she had also lost her nerve to approach him each and every time), she knew he was former military and when she caught him observing her from the bar she heard him chuckle before he spoke.

“I’m not meanin’ to stare sweetheart, just like to make sure I know my environment and everyone in it, five years in the Marines will do that to ya.” he said with a chuckle before introducing himself to her. “the names Dean Keysr, and don’t worry I don’t bite.”

She stood there in shock, how had he known she had seen him watching her? (could she really be this lucky?)

“M..my name is Frankie, Frankie Alexandre.” she manged to stutter before another bout of laughter, this time a bit hardier, came from Dean.

“I’m sorry, I really am, but you have the most adorable look on your face right now I couldn’t help but laugh.  You look so surprised that I just spoke so suddenly and your probably wondering how I knew you saw me watching you, am I right?” he said with a grin.

“Y..yes actually, I am curious about that..” she said quietly.

Dean grinned a little wider “It’s my nose, I can smell a wide verity of things most others cant, I can smell peoples scent, I can smell certain poisons, I can name several brands of whiskey by smell and I can smell fear and excitement, as well as other things.” he tapped his muzzle as he finished his sentence as if to further prove his point.  

Frankie blushed slightly at his statement. “That’s a very interesting talent Mr. Keysr.” she replied.

“Please call me Dean, Mr. Keysr was my father.” he said with a smile on his muzzle.

The two started talking, mostly small talk at first, but they soon got onto deeper topics as Dean talked about when he joined the Marines at eighteen and his five years he spent as a Marine and how he had lost his left eye in a firefight with a unit of guerrillas or how he watched his best friend die in his arms while he kept screaming for a medic “all he needed was something to slow the bleeding and to ease the pain so he wouldn't go into shock, that was it….” he had said.  

The more Dean spoke the more enthralled Frankie became with the vet, this poor creature who has seen and experienced so much pain and suffering, her heart felt heavy as she heard his stories. “It will get better Mr. Key….. Dean, it will get better Dean.” she said with a sad look in her eyes.

“I know it will besides I cant give up yet, I still got people to piss off!” he said with a chuckle. “but thanks for your kind words Frankie, means a lot to this old war dog that someone still gives two shits about me.” he said as he looked directly at her for the first time all evening, the deep amber color of his eye stirring feelings that Frankie didn't even known she could feel.  (I’m gonna make my move, I’m doing this tonight) she though to herself.

“I’m afraid its last call Dean.” Frankie said as she looked at the clock, which was showing midnight. “but if you don't have plans for the rest of this evening, would you mind indulging a nosy bartender such as myself? I know I’m not the youngest thing around, but your stories have sparked my interest.” she asked quietly, praying she didn’t sound as desperate as she felt.

“Not the youngest thing around?” Dean asked with an eyebrow raised. “No offense sweetheart but I think I’m old enough to claim you as my kitt.” Dean said with a smirk.

“Well Dean, I wont doubt that fact but I’m not as young as I look.” Frankie replied with a grin of her own.

“and just HOW old do you think I am?” Dean asked amused.

“oh… I don't know, maybe sixty-four or sixty-five...” came Frankie’s reply.

Dean gripped his chest in a mocking fashion and put on a look of feigned pain “you wound me Frankie, you wound me deeply.  Sixty-Five???? maybe I should start using fur-dye…...”

“come on Dean, how old are you?” Frankie asked, amused at Deans reaction.

“forty-one...” he said dryly.

“Really?!?!” Frankie asked, a little to surprised for Deans liking.

“yes really, I’m beaten and war-torn, unfortunately that will prematurely age your looks and certain aspects of your body.” Dean said slightly irritated at the question.

“I am so sorry!” was all Frankie could say in response as her blush ran deeper and she felt the urge to just turn and run from the awkward situation she had created.

“its fine.” Dean said softly. “so what can this old vet indulge you in?”

“well to be completely honest your stories intrigue me, I may not look it but I’m a bit of a history fanatic, more specifically history of wars and battles.” Frankie replied with a slight twinkle in her eyes.

“huh..” was all Dean could say in response to Frankie’s statement.  

They walked in silence to Dean’s car before Frankie spoke up. “um Dean, no offense but I don’t think you should be driving after almost a fifth of whiskey.”

Dean chuckled and shook his head slightly. “yea.. I guess your right.” Dean tossed the keys to Frankie. “hope you can drive a stick, otherwise we are gonna have to take the bus.”

Frankie just smiled as she started the car and put it into gear. “Don’t worry about your pretty little hotrod Dean, I’ve driven plenty of muscle cars in my time.”

the two sat in silence for the better half of the ride (the two decided to go to Deans house so the intoxicated vulpine could get comfortable while they talked) as they approached the outskirts of the town Dean caught himself staring at Frankie and wondered if it was the alcohol, the fact that she actually wanted to hear his stories or both that was causing the feelings inside his chest to stir.  

As they neared the last fifteen minutes of the trip Dean tore his gaze from Frankie and reached over to turn on the radio just in time to catch the back-half of “Take The Money and Run” by The Steve Miller Band, he quietly chuckled to himself as he saw Frankie mouthing the words to one of his favorite songs.

“fan of The Steve Miller Band, huh?” he asked.

“um.. y.. yea I am, I know I’m a bit young to know their music but my parents used to listen to them all the time so it kinda stuck.” she said trying to hide the blush in her cheeks.  

They spent that last ten minutes of the trip making small talk, listening to music and laughing when, at around one forty-five in the morning, they came to a decent sized house surrounded by well kept trees with a small pond in the middle of the front lawn.

“you live HERE???” Frankie exclaimed.

“yea, why do ya ask?” Dean asked with a small grin.

“well no offense Dean, but I figured someone who would chose to drink somewhere like The Bastion would be living in a run down apartment owned by slumlords.” she said almost awestruck.  

“yep the beat up rusty Firebird, the worn out cloths and choice of watering-hole usually makes people think I’m pretty bad off.” he chuckled then lit a cigarette. “truth is, I made sure half of my income was put into savings while I was deployed and had the other half put into stocks. So now I wont have to work another day in my life.” he grinned as he finished his little speech, taking a long drag on his cigarette before returning his attention back to Frankie. “so, wanna see inside?” he asked, a wide smile plastered on his muzzle.

The inside was incredibly inviting, the parlor had a hardwood floor with a warm tan color on the walls and a small area for people to sit and watch some television and maybe share a meal. Just past the parlor Frankie could see what looked like a kitchen and a set of stairs leading up, followed by a small hallway just next to the stairs. The whole place just had this smell about it, Frankie could quite place it, but it just made you feel welcome and at home.  “not what you where expecting, huh?” Dean asked as he walked past Frankie and began climbing the stairs. “I’m just gonna change out of these rags and grab a quick shower so I don’t smell like a bottle while we talk, feel free to make yourself at home. I got plenty of food in the kitchen and pretty much every T.V. channel know to man.” he finished his sentence as he disappeared upstairs leaving an awestruck Frankie in the parlor trying to figure out just what exactly she should do.

Frankie decided to take Dean up on his offer and headed into the kitchen, she had forgotten to eat lunch today so she was starving, once inside she had found everything necessary to make a roast-beef sandwich and even splurged herself and grabbed a can of Pepsi from the fridge.  She sat in the parlor enjoying her sandwich and watching an old detective movie Dean had left in the player, after what felt like hours a freshly groomed Dean walked back down the stairs in a pair of plaid lounge pants. (wait, where hell is his shirt???) Frankie couldn’t help but stare at the tone muscles of the vet’s body, feeling as though her face was on fire. Dean seemed oblivious to the pair of eyes that had glued themselves to him as he walked straight into the kitchen and began brewing some coffee. “would you like some coffee, Frankie?” he asked from the kitchen.

“N.. no thanks Dean, I have a Pepsi already...” she stuttered.

“suit yourself but fair warning, I can be long winded with my stories so you may need a little pick-me-up latter on.” Dean replied with a chuckle.

A few minutes passed and Dean walked back into the parlor with a steaming mug and sat down across from Frankie. “So” Dean began as he took a sip from his mug before setting it on the coffee table in front of him. “where do you want the stories to start, when I first got to basic-training or when my boots first hit the soil in enemy territory?” he asked with a slight smirk.

Frankie thought hard for a moment. “well could we start before you signed up?” she asked.

“W.. what?” was all Dean could stutter. “you want to know why I joined?”

Frankie smiled. “yes Dean, I want to know your full story.”

Dean just looked at his coffee mug for a moment before he reached up with his thumb to wipe away the moisture that had built up in his eye and spoke softly. “those who love you the most will risk their lives so you don’t have to…  that’s what my father said before he left for work everyday, and it stuck with me that day he went to work thirty-seven years ago.” Dean took a second to collect his thoughts and wipe his eye again. “my dad.. he was a cop at prescient sixteen on the west side of Weston...” Dean trailed off again.

“wait.” Frankie said. “prescient sixteen, wasn’t that where that terrorist atta….. oh Dean… no...” Dean didn’t even bother wiping his eye this time, he just looked up at Frankie and shook his head. “oh Dean… I’m so sorry… you don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to...”

Dean just shook his head again. “no Frankie, I said I would tell my stories and I will.”

Frankie nodded in understanding. “OK Dean, go ahead.” she said softly.

“well I’m sure your figured out what happened with my father so if you don’t mind I’m gonna skip that part, anyways after my dad died I had sworn I would do whatever I could to make sure no one would feel what me and my mom felt that day… and that's when I made my choice. I was not gonna sit and wait for the enemy to knock at the gate, I was gonna go knocking at theirs. So on my eighteenth birthday I went to the Marines recruiter and singed up.” Dean sipped his coffee. “after they did the medical and psychological testing they shipped me out to boot camp and began molding me into the vulpine you see today.”

Dean stretched his arms and took a long sip of his coffee before he stood up. “I gotta take a leak, I’ll be right back.” he turned and walked off.

A few moments later Dean walked back down the stairs and grabbed his mug before heading towards the kitchen. “I still got plenty of coffee if you would like any.” he called out from the kitchen.

“actually I think I’ll take you up on the offer this time.” Frankie said as she looked at the clock on the wall, three twenty-seven in the morning.

“well I hope you enjoy.” Dean said as he walked back in with two mugs in on hand and a small tray with cream and sugar dispensers in the other. “I drink mine black but I like to keep the extras around in case I happen to have someone over who isn’t as bland as I am.” he said setting one of the mugs and the tray in front of Frankie.

“thanks Dean, that’s really kind of you.” she said with a smile.

“don’t mention it.” he said as he sat down across from her. “now I know I said that I would share my stories, but I would like to hear yours before I continue.” Dean said in a tone that was quiet, soothing and for some reason strangely alluring to Frankie.

“M.. m.. my story?” she stuttered as she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks again. “I doubt it would be anything that would interest you Dean.” she said meekly.

“now Frankie that’s not how this works, you cant hear my story and not tell me yours.  So far I’ve shared up until I was twenty-one that’s nearly half my life surely you can at least share something with me, cant you?” he asked with genuine curiosity in his voice.

“I suppose I owe you that much dean.” she said with a small sigh.

Frankie added some cream and an obscene amount of sugar to her coffee before she took a long sip before she spoke. “alright, well for starters my full name is Franklynn Susanna Alexandrea, I am thirty years old.” she paused and thought for a moment before continuing. “although I’m fairly sure you want more than this trivial information, right?” she stated, more than she asked Dean. “well as far back as I can remember would be around four or five years old, would you like me to start there?” she asked.

“sounds like a plan.” Dean said with a slight chuckle.

“fair enough Dean, fair enough.” she said with a small sigh.

“I lived a fairly decent life, my family struggled but we always had what we needed.” Frankie began. “my mom worked part time as a waitress at the old truck stop ‘Hensions Fix N Fuel’ I think it was called, not important I guess. Anyways, my mom worked there and my dad worked for the local lumber yard ‘Williamson’s Lumber’ so I didn’t see him much during the spring and summer.”

She paused as she sipped her coffee. “anyways life wasn’t terrible, but it also wasn’t smooth sailing.  I always had a thing for history and battles and my dad always found it a bit strange when he would ask his seven year old daughter what she wanted to study and I would ask to read history books but I digress.  I spent most of my free time at the library reading and researching any and all history books I could get my hands on, I wasn’t very socially active as a kid, I didn’t have many friends and most of the other kids always mocked me for my obsession with history. anyways I graduated high school two years early and I received a full scholarship to Vicksburge University in their historian program.  I loved my time in college and wouldn't trade it for the world, I just wish I could have gotten a job in my field of study instead of bar-tending at a hole in the wall place like ‘The Bastion’ but again I digress.  I finished my schooling and went out into the real world and soon discovered that a degree is just a piece of paper and that it wouldn’t help much in the financial area of my life so I started looking for work and I ended living with my parents for a few years before I started working at the ‘The Bastion’ and I have been there about five years now, it pays enough where I can live comfortably and my boss is pretty cool, and I’m still trying to get into a work field of my study so that’s a plus.  Its your basic job not to say I don’t enjoy my job, its jut not my end goal.”

Frankie took a long sip of her coffee before she continued.

“so I was working at ‘The Bastion’ for about a year and a half and that’s when you first showed up.”

She said with a slight blush rising in her cheeks.

“I noticed how you would come in and order the same thing each night around the same time and sit in the same seat and you would always pay your tab of about twenty or thirty dollars with a hundred, and you would always tell me to keep the change. you intrigued me.

‘who was this Kitsune who would come and drink and smoke until last call and give me between a seventy and eighty dollar tip?’

So I started to look for clues and the only thing I turned up was that you where former military...”

she trailed off in thought for a moment. “and very handsome...” she barely whispered the last part of her sentence as blush filled her face.

She looked at Dean not knowing what his reaction might be, but he just grinned slightly with a half lidded look on his face. “Dean? You OK?” Frankie asked.

“hmm? oh.. yea I’m fine.”

he paused taking in a long, slow breath through his nose.

“just fine Frankie...”

He said grinning, with a strange undertone in his voice Frankie found mesmerizing.  

“well Frankie, I can get back to my stories now if you would like.” Dean said, his eye taking on a more somber tone and his voice carrying a barely noticeable growl to it that sent chills down Frankie’s spine.  

“I would like that very much, Dean” she replied.  

“alright, I believe we left off at me leaving for basic training.” Dean said with the same somber look in his eye and the low growl in his voice becoming a little more noticeable as he spoke.

Dean took a long sip from his coffee, keeping eye contact with Frankie the whole time. “Basic Training.. a summer camp from hell…  you know how they say they’ll break you down to build you back up but better?  Well its true, they shatter your basic idea of discipline and teamwork and replace it with the true meanings of them as well as adding respect and a brotherhood that can not be broken.”

he paused and finished the last sip of his coffee before lightly smacking his lips together and continuing his story.

“my unit, the ‘Hell Hounds’, was a mix between infantry and scouts composed entirely of Kitsune with the exception of a Drow named Sean.” Dean stated proudly. “Sean was one quiet son of a bitch….”

Dean grinned slightly as he trailed off in thought before continuing.

“there where even times he was able to sneak up on me, and I could hear a heartbeat in the middle of the jungle, but I digress, Sean was an amazing scout and one of the most loyal bastards to grace this planet with his presence..”

Dean rubbed a decently large scar on his side as he spoke about Sean.

“he saved my life more times than I can count, or care to remember for that matter.” Dean said with a quiet chuckle and a pained look in his eye.

“Dean…. Was it Sean who died in your arms?” Frankie asked quietly.  

“yea… he was…” Dean said, letting the tears flow freely this time. “he had….. pushed me….. he… he fucking pushed me out of the way.. that damn sniper had me dead to rights and he pushed me... out of the god... damn... way…..”

Dean closed his eye as he shook slightly at the memory.  

“before he died.. he… he told me that I had so much to live for.. that he had nothing to come back to after the fighting had ended… he said that.. that he was just doing his job...”

Frankie almost jumped over the table to wrap Dean in a tight embrace. “it’s OK Dean… lets just.. lets just finish the stories tomorrow, alright?” she asked, tears of her own streaming down her cheeks and her voice barely a whisper.

“Frankie… could.. could you stay here tonight?   I just… I don’t think I can be alone right now...”

Frankie hugged him a little tighter.  

“yes Dean, I can.” the two sat silent in each others embrace as Dean drifted off to sleep and Frankie soon followed.

Gun shots, explosions, the smell of smoke and napalm… they stuck with Dean, but he get used to them playing in the background of his mind but the scent of blood, the cries of the wounded, the prayers of the terified…. And the silence of the dead, those he could never get used to.  He pretended that he could ignore them but he couldn’t, the booze didn’t help and he could never get up the nerve to feed himself a bullet so he just pushed on, refusing to give up, refusing to let Sean die in vain….

The scene was gruesome, several men lay bleeding on the ground moaning as the medic made his rounds and treated their wounds.  The initial fight was over, the first few waves of guerrilla fighters fended off successfully and with minimal loss to the unit.  

Clean up and kill conformation where in progress when the first shot rang out.  Sniper fire… a young kitt of a private fell as the side of his head exploded into a red mist. It was then that Sean tackled Dean, taking the round through his left lung and diverting its route so it passed through Deans right side. As the chaos unfolded and the wounded where moved to cover Dean sat holding Sean in his arms.

“MEDIC!!!!  MEDIC DAMN IT!!! COME ON! HES BLEEDING OUT!!!!  MEDIC!!!!!”

Dean screamed repeatedly as he held his friend close to his chest, tears streaming down his face.

“Stay with me Sean! Keep your damn eyes open, c’mon look at me!!!”

Dean pleaded, more so to Sean than to any deity that would be listening.

“D.. D.. Dean…  Listen… I don't have anything...”

Sean paused, coughing violently.  

“I don’t have anything to go back to… I was made for war and I’ve served my purpose…. You… you can do so much more than me… so I had to make sure you lived…. Just let… let me do my job… please Dean..”

Dean pulled his friend even closer. “no god damn it! Your gonna make it outta here!”

Dean stared at his friend as his body went limp. “Sean…. don’t do this…. Sean look at me…. Look at me damn it! Sean…. Please… don’t do this...” Dean cried out as he rocked back and forth cradling his friends bloodied corpse until the black void of unconsciousness took him.

“Dean! Dean wake up! Dean please! Its OK, I’m right here!” a familiar voice called out to him as he slowly regained consciousness.

“W… Where am I?” Dean asked as he shook his head trying to clear the fog from his head.

“Dean! Are you OK??? you where screaming in your sleep! God I was so worried!”

Dean remembered he had company, and the details of last night suddenly flooded back. “y.. yea Frankie I’m fine, just a nightmare...” he said as he rubbed his temples.

“Dean… I.. I didn’t cause this did I?” Frankie asked with worry in her voice.

“oh, no Frankie, you didn't cause anything… what I saw, what I’ve been through god what I’ve done… that's what caused the nightmare, not you.” Dean realized he was still clinging to Frankie for dear life as he laid in the chair, in an all to familiar position.

“if anything you helped stop me from going deeper into a panic attack… Frankie… I didn't hurt you did I?”

she shook her head. “no Dean, you just wrapped me in your arms and held me close to your chest.  It was like what a parent would do for their child.” she said softly. (she didn’t tell him that he cried Sean’s name as he held her.)

“Thank you Frankie. For everything.” Dean said with a low sigh.

A few moments passed as the pair split from their embrace and sat in silence.

“I won’t leave, unless you want me to Dean.” Frankie said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“huh?” was all Dean could manage to say in response.

“I am not leaving unless you want me to.” Frankie repeated in a soft voice.

“A.. alright.” Dean said as he slowly stood up. “ca.. can I make you some breakfast?”

Frankie smiled widely. “that sounds wonderful Dean.”

Dean nodded and walked to the kitchen. “anything specific you want, or shall we do chef special?”

Frankie chuckled at the statement. “I think I’ll take my chances with the chef special.” she said still sitting in the parlor.

“alright, two chef specials coming up.” Dean said with a small chuckle while he was wondering what the hell he was doing.