#tw: lee's infection

[terushimooo]

BREATHER

A composition on the decomposition of mind, body, and soul 

vampire!Jean x human!reader

t/w: lots of blood, open sores, vague allusion to self-harm and domestic abuse, implied tortured and depressed reader, activation of potential trypophobia, one bug eaten, eating/drinking of blood, noncon vampire bite, implied abduction. Please let me know if I missed anything!!!! 

a/n: thank you to both @iwaasfairy and @seijorhi for inviting me into your collab! I’m super excited to be back for my yearly contribution! I dedicate this piece to Rhi, my wife, and the eternal victim to my fics. I swear this is one of my most normal drabbles!! Happy supper early birthday my love!!!

And, of course, thank you to @bontenten for being my ride or die beta for life!!

w/c: 1.3k

Check out the events masterlist HERE and the corresponding art piece HERE 

Stagnant, lifeless, putrid decomposition.

None are words that should be associated with someone entering their so-called “prime”. 

And yet, here you are. 

Every morning slowly becomes harder than the last, every day more painful. 

Unseen to others, sores wrack your body, oozing and scabbing over in an almost religious fashion. 

And yet, unlike religion, or maybe more like it than anyone else would care to admit, no matter how hard you pray, scrubbing and disinfecting the lifeless skin of weakened limbs, your body refuses to heal. 

But that’s just the way Jean likes it.

On dark days when the clouds block out the sun, when the cool drizzle of rain thumps heavily onto his sun kissed skin, Jean can’t help but catch a glimpse of an unspoken truth. 

You’re just so fragile… so weak… so…

So painfully human…

But, that’s precisely the way Jean likes you.

It’s on days like today, with goosebumps prickling your skin and teeth chattering violently from miles away, that a gnawing voice burrows its way deep into the crevices of Jean’s mind. It’s like he can’t control it, can’t stop the compulsion that has him seeking you out in your only time of freedom, the only time he lets you out of your confinement.

Even a moment without you is too long. 

The strong breeze carries the smell of rain, renewal, rejuvenation, but most importantly, reward. It carries the scent of you, his dearest companion… his favourite, most precious pet. 

Although your lips never truly part, never except to cry out and whimper in pathetic attempts for mercy, you call to Jean. Like a siren’s song, the soft trickle of blood from wounds beaten open by the rain’s percussion lures him in. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Jean pushes his way through chest-high blades of grass, wet stalks brushing up against haphazardly buttoned flannel and his best denim. An odd combination, but you weren’t there to help him dress in the morning. Clearly, Jean thinks with a scoff, a scoff soon replaced with a smirk and throaty chuckle, clearly you wanted a head start in the game he likes to call life. Or rather, your battle for it.

As Jean stares down the traces of limp foliage, grass and branches disturbed by previous passage, he can’t help but wonder just how far you’ve gotten this time. His eyes light up with his first trace of reward, with a gentle puddle of blood cradled perfectly in the cracks and crevices of the abrasive bark of a towering oak. 

He knows he shouldn’t, but how can he stop? How can he stop his tongue from darting out, from finding its place upon the crimson stained wood. A soft groan slips past his lips as Jean laps at your taste, as he furiously seeks out every last drop of your blood.

He can’t stand to waste it. Can’t stand for anyone else to have it, not even the earth or the trees that in turn, give you life, give you something crucial—breath and oxygen.

Pure ecstasy flashes behind Jean’s eyes with every drop. It’s almost enough to have him forget about the scrambling bugs and maggots, the beatles and bark shavings he crunches between his teeth in an attempt not to waste your treasure.

If he had a working heart, it would beat only for you. If he had a soul, it would be tied only to you. And if he had any sense of compassion, of a true fondness and love for you and your wellbeing, he would let you die. 

But Jean doesn’t have a heart. He doesn’t have a soul. But most importantly, he doesn’t have compassion—not enough to grant you mercy.

His love is selfish. His love is unstable. And his love is everlasting. That much is made clear by the quickly hardening shaft of his cock, stimulated only by the quickly passing taste of your blood.

Jean loves the chase, the little game you two play. 

It’s one you’re not even aware of. 

Taking off through the woods, bare feet rubbed raw against the rough floors of the forest, nightgown torn to tatters, sores opened and oozing down your trembling body, rain chilling you down to your bones—this is no game. To you, this is real. This is a battle for life, at least, what you have left of it… 

But this time, this time you’ve gone too far. This time, there's no coming back.

In his mind, Jean would find you thrashing through the thicket, eyes wide and heart racing, blood leaking steadily from unsealed and revisited wounds.

In his mind, you’d scream. Cry out. Beg on your hands and knees for mercy, for his love. 

But never could he imagine the scene in front of him. 

When he finds you, when he sees your wounds ripped open, and wrists torn ragged by a branch, he can only imagine you used to try and find freedom. 

When he finds you, Jean’s not mad. He thinks nothing but how childish you are. How foolish you are for trying this. How much you’re going to regret this.

It’s clear now that he can’t trust you, that he can’t leave you alone for even a second. Not while you’re like this. Not while you’re still human.

Heavy lidded eyes begging to rest for eternity shoot open as you're made aware of Jean’s presence. He calls to you with soft coddling and reassurance, but all you hear is nails against slate, an agitating and grating sensation and you’re wrought from your slumber. 

“P-please,” you beg, voice soft and inaudible to even your own ears. “Don’t.”

But Jean doesn’t negotiate with incoherency. Even if he claims to care, your pleas fall on entire deaf ears. Instead of evoking a sense of pity, they just serve to drive his cause, to stake his claim. 

It’s all a flurry of limbs. 

Wild, desperate, bleeding hands. Bare feet swinging in abandon. Mouth left open in mid scream. Fists covered in open wounds and split knuckles claw desperately at their captors embrace. Sharpened fangs piece through bleeding gums, only seconds before they find their way into the crook of your neck.

For Jean, it’s euphoria. It’s everything he’s always wanted, maybe even more. But for you, for the poor, weak, and battered body coddled tightly in your captors embrace, for you its torture.

Fire runs through your veins as your eyes roll back into your skull. Gritted teeth are cracked open in an attempt to rob Jean of what little pleasure you can, to rob him the pleasure of seeing your pain.

But inevitably, all your actions were in vain.

As you lay shaking on his chest, gentle convulsions wracking your already worn out limbs, blood continuing to flow freely from the numerous sores and wounds littering your paleing form, Jean can't help but smile in content.

This day, this hour, this moment, this second, on February fourteenth… It’s at times like this where he thanks the gods, the gods who cursed him to an eternal life of indentured sorrow and suffering. 

The only sounds coming from your cracked lips are gargled groans of pain and distress. Tears stream readily down your face as Jean sucks from his own wrist to provide to you his one gift—the gift of life. Eternal life. 

Forever by his side. 

Cold, dead lips press against yours in anything but reverence. It’s hard, aggressive, and mixed with passion. But to Jean, to Jean it’s perfect. In fact, he could almost swear that your pain is really just pleasure. Your lips aren’t moving out of spite, but finally requited love.

As Jean continues to watch the seconds pass, to watch the life slowly drain from your quivering, whimpering lips, Jean thinks to himself that this must be the first time in the hundreds, maybe thousands of years in his pathetic existence that finally, with you turned and bound to him for all of eternity, finally, Jean can take a breather.

[thornilee013]

Needle AU Masterpost

Jean Moreau is a tattoo artist with a mysterious past, having moved to the US from France with little more than the clothes on his back. Life has settled into something resembling normalcy, with regular hours at the shop and a thriving social life with his two roommates. However, this all changes when Riko Moriyama requests a tattoo from none other than himself. Content Warning: Needle AU will occasionally feature depictions of self harm scars and injuries. The primary focus of the AU is on healing and growth, however. There will also be occasional depictions of stalking, infected wounds, and abuse (including references to CSA). co-conspirator: @capcavan

PARTS:

Part 1 (Posts 1-99)

Part 2 (Posts 100-x)

ARTS: Cover Art by Niel

[breezy-cheezy]

WHUMPTOBER Day 5:

Pinned down

Mr. Lee got infected with seaborn disease....due to the nature of it they can't sedate him to remove the infection so...mans is not having a good time.

Another idea I got from watching my friends brainstorm in the discord server :) More intense than my usual but still cool to work on!

[coffee-master]

[IDEA TO USE: TRANS STANLEY PINES]

[Lee Pines]

I wish there was a fanfic about trans Stanley Pines, who realised he was trans AFTER he was kicked out of the house.

Honestly I belive that during his childhood and teenage years there would be visible sights, but Stand ignored it due to the many circumstances.

I also think that his realtionship with his father would be maybe ever worse? I belive that Filbrick would often complain that his "daughter" was making more mess than his other sons, or complain for not being "a typical girl" or "girly" or other stuff.

Anyway-

After being kicked out I think that due to the new enviroment and other people (good and bad) Stan would probably run into some queer group in one of the bars. Maybe he would try to scam them or steal.. But somehow he would end up with a conversation AND REALISATION.

Egg cracking.

Later Stan would realise that he's a guy and do something about it. (In illegal way due to the situation)

He would do some dirty job to get some shots of testosterone. And it would start working.

He made a call to one of his old pals (on crime) to get a top surgery. The operation was of course a big risk (like 70% you survive, 20% you will die of blood loose on the table and 10% you die due to the infection if the surgery went bad)

I think the transition would have a positive impact on his mental health (like:; "Yeah Testosterone won't solve my money or family problems BUT LOOK WHO CAN GO SHIRTLESS!!)

A little steps would make him smile.

(TW: Another small detail is that during his living on the streets before transition Stan would probably also experience some sexuall harrasment) [I'd have a big impact on him]

Another think is that the transition would help him with his crime record. Slowly [DEADNAME] Pines wanishes away and nobody knows where or how and nobody can susspect him anymore.

From now on He would call himself Lee Pines. (simply)

[Let's be honest. I don't think Lee change his name to Stanley.. it's just like Stanford.. But that's only my opinion]

But Lee Pines would get himself more criminal record and in the end still use new fake IDs and ect.

NOW.

Let's get to the part where Lee gets a postcard from Stanford.

NOW THIS IS WHERE THE REAL FUN BEGIN! Because he doesn't know about this whole stiation.

Stanford is waiting impatiently for his twin sister to show up in his Shack, but when he opens the door, he sees this MESSY HOMELESS GUY (suspicionsly similar to him)

"WHO ARE YOU?! DID YOU COME HERE TO STEAL MY EYES!?" - Stanford is ready to shoot.

Lee is clearly confused. He expected that his twin wouldn be shocked to a man at his doorsteps. But he didn't expect it would go like this-

"Geez, you sure now how to-" Before he could even finish his sentence Ford rapidly moved his crossbow even closer to his face.

"Who are you!?" Stanford yelled insantly.

"Woah Woah- Chill out pointexter-" The messy twin slowly raised his hands up.

"Talk. Now." Ford threatened.

"I'm your brother you dumbass-!" Lee yelled flustration and anger, not paying attention to his words at all.

Instead of being angry Ford only laughed manically at the answer. Shermie was far away with his own family. Moreover adding the fact that he didn't keep in touch with him in a long time. The answer was just hilarious!

"Wrong answer, try again." Ford smirked thinking this must be some trick of imagination or another shape-shifting creature from this forest.

Meanwhile Lee was terrified seeing his brother in this state of mind. Just what exacly happened to him?

But before he could even question this whole Madness, he heard counting.

"Five.." It was Ford. "Four.." And he was counting down.

He was counting down-

Who could have even guessed that reunion with his brother could cost him his head? Nevertheless Lee prefered to stay in one piece.

So he spoke.

All that he know.

"In the middle school I used to take your box class, since you hated it so much and once Pa' found out, he was pretty pissed at both of us!" Immiediately he saw how Ford was taken aback.

It was a good sigh.

So he kept going.

"During summer we'd go on the beach and pretend to be treasure hunters! One time we wanted to make a fireplace next to the boat? I used my dresses as a firelighter and later I was 'forced' to wear your nerdy clothes as a punishment! We had a pet! Shanklin the Stab Possum! World's greatest pet!" He talked and talked until there was no oxygen for him to breath.

But he did it.

Ford blinked dumbfoundly instantly taking a step back from him. Lee didn't hesitate and used this opportunity once again.

"You told me to come here! You send me a post card!" He slowly reached to his pocked, taking out the pice of paper and rapidly waved it in his face.

"What.." Confused twin lowered his weapon down at the sight of the evidence.

"A lot has changed during those ten years brainiac." Finally the other twin said a little coldly, after seeing Ford putting weapoon away. "I go by Lee now." He added simply.

For a moment Stanford didn't say a thing, as if he've just got a brain damage.

"You know what? This isn't the weirdest thing I've seen. Get inside!" Stanford didn't have the time to question, especially when outside, everyone could see them.

Instead he dragged "Lee" into his house.

You can guess what happened next.

And, If someone would be interested in writing a fic about this or something similar then go ahead! DO IT! This is free to use!!!

Please!

Just tag me, becuase I'd like to read it too...👉👈

[MasterPost]

[jadelovesrise-tmnt]

SECOND FANFIC

Idea by @tastybluesprite

This takes place a bit before the movie, when the apocalypse first started.

Lee:🐢💜

Ler:🐢💙

Donnies stressed about the situation, so Leo helps him stop worrying for a short while.

In the lair games episode where Donnie hides in his shell, remember that?

Well keep that in mind for later!

Tw: kinda angsty at the start again, tickles, some cussing.

Bad fanfic numa toooo !! 1!

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The sewer was dead silent.

It had been a week before the kraang had started there take over.

Raph was usually on guard duty, preventing the infected from taking over the base using his ninpo.

Mikey stopped drawing ever since it happened, being back up in case raph was outnumbered.

Donnie was always in his lab, trying to find out how to get the key, let alone get rid of the kraang.

And Leo....

Along with making sure the others took care of themself's, he had lost most of his spark.

Seeing his brothers be so upset was heartbreaking, especially knowing HE was the reason.

It was around 3:13 am, when he heard a thump from donnies room

Worried for his twin, he rushed upstairs, barging into the lab.

Donnie dropped the tools he was working with, thumping his head onto the table.

🐢💜: "why isn't this working..?? If I can't protect them....then...ugh..."

He mumbled out loud to himself, silent tears running down his face.

Leo cleared his throat, loud enough for Donnie to hear.

He perked his head up and sighed, turning to face Leo.

🐢💜: "oh..hey, Leo..did you need anything?"

🐢💙: "I heard a thump, are you okay?? Wait are you-- are you cryin Dee? "

His twin let out a shakey breath, standing up and hugging his twin.

This was weird. Like Mikey level weird. [No Offense... ]

Donnie never hugged Leo, or anyone really, it was rare he even acknowledged him!

Leo's thoughts we're interrupted by a heavy sob.

🐢💜: "I'll never..be able to prot-tect you all... I have no p-power...im useless compared to you..! How can you even stand being my twin if I can't...."

His words were cut off in between loud body shaking cries, holding onto Leo tighter than ever.

Leo's jaw dropped from hearing his brother speak like this. Usually it was Leo being emotional about being useless.

He didn't realize how bad the situation of the world had got to dee.

🐢💙: "d-dee..your nothing even CLOSE to useless! What are you talking about??"

He felt hot tears sting his eyes from seeing his twin like this.

🐢💙: "I'm taking you to my room, okay? You need a break."

Donnie nodded slightly, leaning on his brother and walking with him to his bedroom.

Leo sat on his bed, Donnie laying on his stomach, head resting in Leo's lap.

🐢💙: "may I remove your battle shell? Maybe it'll help your back feel less sore from working so long.."

🐢💜: "sure..i don't mind.."

Leo took it off, gently setting it to the floor.

🐢💙: "so..would you like to talk about it? I'll listen no matter what. "

Donnie took a long, shakey inhale.

🐢💜: "I feel like I'm worthless protection wise..i mean, let's face it, I'm more of an extra, or a spare brother. Raph is super strong, Mikey is creative, your hilarious, but me? I can't even find out how to get us outta this mess, let alone get my ninpo to work. "

Donnie shut his eyes, tears running down his face from stress.

🐢💜: "and now I'm here crying like a baby because I can't handle being the disappointment...how selfish is that..? Seeking comfort from my brothers who have it worse than I..?? Without a warning nonetheless.."

He felt something wet hit the side of his head, tilting to look up at Leo.

Tears quickly fell from Leo's eyes, staring with dread at his twin.

🐢💜: "l-leo?! Are you..okay??"

Leo practically yanked Donnie up into a huge hug, sniffling quietly.

🐢💙: "don't you EVER. say that about yourself. You mean SO MUCH to this family. What do you think raph, Mikey, even splinter would do without you here??"

Donnie hugged back without a second of hesitation.

🐢💜: "I'm s-sorry Leo.."

🐢💙: "do you wanna know the real reason I poke, prod, and just bother you in general? It's because it's an excuse to BE here with you. The others hang out with me either way but your my TWIN. You mean so much to me, AND the others."

🐢💜: "L-leo..im sorry for upsetting y--"

🐢💙: "no, Donnie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not making sure you knew we appreciated you as much. You deserve the whole world, Hérmano."

Leo went quiet, drying donnies tears as he did the same to himself.

🐢💜: "Leo...?"

🐢💙: "yeah, dee?"

🐢💜: "Thank you. And I don't mean just for this, but for being you. I know I don't say it, hell, I'll probably regret saying this right now but I genuinely like when you 'annoy me'. "

He made air quotes before resting his head in Leo's shoulder, going limp with his arms wrapped around him.

🐢💜: "I mean, sure, I act mean but it shows you at least thought of me without necessarily NEEDING something. Well, other than my company."

Leo softly chuckled, patting donnies back.

🐢💙: "I appreciate you sayin that, dee. But your not living it down. "

🐢💜: "expected reaction.."

They both softly giggled, going silent in each other's arms.

🐢💜: "I know I've already ranted but..i don't know how to exactly cheer up from here.."

Leo pondered for a moment, trying to find a hobby they both enjoyed.

🐢💙: "I'm sure we'll find something to do! Let me think.."

🐢💜: "gasp, Leo can think?? He has a brain??"

Leo jokingly scoffed in fake offense.

🐢💙: "Howww darethh theeee!!! My brain is FULL of thoughts!! How rudee!"

Donnie let out soft, breathy giggles.

🐢💜: "pfft-hhehehehe!! You dohohork!"

Leo laughed along with him, gently tapping his fingers on donnies shell to help him think of something for them to do.

Donnie let out a soft screech, squirming around to try and stop the unexpected tickly feeling attacking his back.

🐢💙: "what's so funny??"

🐢💜: "L-leheheooho!! Pffbftt-stahahaaap!!!"

He covered his hand with his mouth, containing the giggles that were building up from the tiny tapping of Leo's hand.

Leo looked at his brother with confusion, until he glanced at his shell where his hand was, a evil grin spreading on his face.

🐢💙: "donnniieeeeeee??? Why you gigglinnn?"

Donnie weakly thrashed, the hug he was once enjoying peacefully had been a death trap, unable to stand up or run for it.

He held both his hands over his mouth, tiny squeaks and muffled half laughs escaping his throat.

Leo gently ran his hand up and down his back, making the twin shake with contained laughter.

🐢💙: "what's so funny dee? Something tickle your funny bone?"

With the mix of the tickly sensations, and Leo's puns, Donnie knew he was gonna break soon. His eyes shut tight and a wild smile on his face.

Leo started gently tracing the shapes of donnies shell spots with one finger, the other hand continuing to tap in random spots.

🐢💙: "awww dee!! This one's shaped like a heart!!"

He traced one of the markings near his shoulder as he spoke, making donnie start softly cackling.

🐢💜: "Eeee-!!!..ehehee!--dahahamihihit stahahhaap!!"

Donnie cursed himself for breaking, the built up giggly tension making his body shake.

🐢💙: "There's my giggly twin!!"

Leo's grin only grew once his brothers laughter spilled out of his throat in waves.

🐢💜: "lehEHEHEOO!! Ihihim too ohold for thihihahas!!! StahAHAHAA-!"

🐢💙: "if your too old for this why are you laughing then?? Hmmmm?"

🐢💜: "Behehecahahause the brahahahihin tehehels uhus toohoho!! Ihits a paihihIHIN REHEhespahanse!!!"

Leo chuckled at his response, putting on his fake nerd voice.

🐢💙: "because the brain tells us tooo!!1! "

The stupid voice Leo did mixed with the electric feeling through his back made his laugh go up an octave.

🐢💜: "youohouhuhur gohohnahaha wahahake the ohahathehers!!!!"

🐢💙: "just stop laughing then!!!"

Donnie held onto Leo tight, his cackles being muffled into Leo's neck.

🐢💙: "nuh-uh, you can't have a laugh like that and hide it!! No way!"

🐢💜: "mahahake mehehe nahahardohoho!!!"

Donnie almost immediately regretted those words as Leo dug his hands into his underarms.

🐢💙: "Tickletickletickletickletickle!!!!"

Donnie threw his head back and let out loud giddy cackles, tears springing into his eyes.

🐢💜: "DOHOHONT SAHAHAY THAHAHA- PFFTTAHAHAHAA!!-"

🐢💙: "don't say what dee? Tickle?"

He weakly slapped at his hands.

🐢💜: "YEHEHEHAHAS!!"

🐢💙: "but it's such a fun word!! Tickletickletickletickle!!"

He giggled along with his brother, watching him go red.

🐢💜: "NAHAHAHARDAHAHOHO!!!! STAHAHAPIHIHICAHAHANT!!!-"

🐢💙: "Awww can my wittle bwother not handle the ticklesss???"

He teased, gently prodding at dees neck.

🐢💜: "shuhuhaHAHA- Shuhut uhahap!!!!"

🐢💙: "What did you just say, brother..?"

Leo ceased his attack, glaring jokingly at his twin before resting his hands by donnies neck, gently brushing against where his neck and softshell met. Before he could act, Donnie squeaked and tried quickly getting out of the trapped hug.

🐢💜: "wahahahihitnahahatthehere!! Pleheheeese!!"

🐢💙: "your neck isn't even that sensitive! Why are you freaking out??"

Donnie frantically squirmed, scrunching his neck to hide the gap in between it and the shell.

🐢💜: "Y-yeheheahah-!! Sohoho you shohohould juhust ignohore ihit!"

🐢💙: ".....hey donniieeee?"

Donnie knew that tone allllll too well.

🐢💜: "yehehes brohohotheher..??"

🐢💙: "mind if I test something? A 'experiment' as you would say."

Donnie tensed up, covering his mouth again, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

🐢💜: "lehehehoho dohoho nahahat!!!!"

Leo very gently placed two fingers in the top part of donnies shell, lightly tapping the inside of it.

🐢💜: "WAHAHAHAIHIT-- STAHAHAPNAHAHAT THEHEHERE--EEEEEEHAHA!!-"

Leo knew Donnie was super ticklish but this was a game changer!!

🐢💙: "I hahavehent even done muhuch dee!!!! Calm dohown!!"

🐢💜: "LEEHEHEHEHAHAHAA!!- IHIHICAHAHAHANT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Leo changed from tapping to light spidering.

Surely it wouldn't be too bad right??

Wrong.

Nothing could have prepared them for what happened.

Donnie let out a loud, genuine SCREAM before falling into screechy loud laughter.

🐢💜: "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLEHEHEY SHIHIHAHA!!!!- STAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Leo burst into laughter along with his twin, now spidering the outside of his shell with the other hand, and digging slightly harder onto the inside.

🐢💙: "ohoho my gahad dee how ticklish ARE you?!"

🐢💜: "SHAAHAHAHAHA-LEHEHEHEE-!!!! IHEHEHEHAA!!-"

He couldn't manage words over his screechy laughter, aggressively twisting back and forth before managing to free his arms. Tears of joy ran down his face as he stumbled backwards onto the floor with a thud.

🐢💙: 'uh oh..did I take it too far??'

Leo peaked over at Donnie, who had went into his shell out of habit.

🐢💙: "are you okay dee???"

🐢💜: "Ihihi cahahahnt-- hehehehe!!!--"

His giggles cut him off from speaking, making Leo laugh along with him.

Leo picked up Donnie, who was still in his shell, before getting an idea.

🐢💙: "hey Donnie? Are you able to come out right now?"

🐢💜: "prohobahalehehey not tihill I'm cahalm..whihehey??"

Leo went silent, his evil grin returning as he set Donnie on the bed and stood up.

🐢💜: "leheheo I knohow your planning somethihihing!!!!"

🐢💙: "nonsense hérmano!! I'll be riiiight back!"

Leo quickly hopped out of the room, running off somewhere and returning not even a minute later.

Donnie was, surprisingly, still giggling his head off, trying to calm down to get himself out of his shell.

🐢💙: "I'm back dearest brother!!!"

Donnie squeaked and his giggles went up an octave or two.

🐢💜: "nahahardoho I swehehahar you wihihill regrehehet thihihas!!"

Leo grinned and grabbed Donnie, pulling him into his lap before clearing his throat.

🐢💙: "As you know, during night, Mikey keeps his paintbrushes out to dry, but since Mikey's asleep right nowww!!"

Donnie squealed, his manic giggles intensified with each second.

🐢💜: "Leheheheohohoho plehehheahahasehehe!!! I've behehen tortuhuhured ehehenohough!!"

The room went silent besides the tiny giggles coming from Donnie.

It felt like years of anticipation before the brush bristles made contact with the inside of his shell, no longer protected by his neck.

Leo thought for sure the others would wake up from how loud he shrieked.

🐢💜: "AAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA--EEHEHEHAHAHA!!!-- FFAHAHAHAHACK!!-"

His laugh was so high pitched he didn't even sound like a turtle anymore!!

Leo blew a long raspberry onto the back of his shell while speeding up the movement of the brush.

Donnie was speechless, laughing his heart out uncontrollably while gasping for air like a fish out of water.

🐢💜: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!! HHAHAHAHA--HA-!!!!"

His laugh grew choppy, his gasps becoming frantic before Leo slowed to a halt, hugging his giggly brother.

🐢💙: "Well someone sounds happier!!"

Donnie couldn't even muster a response, giggling freely without any worries.

🐢💜: "hehehehehee...hhahaha...wahahaow...."

Leo rubbed the ghost tickles away, then gently hugged Donnie.

🐢💙: "Did you have fun, dee?"

He spoke in a soft voice, not expecting any response from the giggly puddle he made.

🐢💜: "honehehehestly??...yehehes.."

He let out a chuckley sigh and shut his eyes.

🐢💙: "Awwwww!!! Well if you had so much fun then we should do this more often!!"

🐢💜: "nohoho wahay!!"

They both laughed, and after a while, Donnie finally popped out of his shell, embracing Leo in a hug.

🐢💜: "Thank you for cheering me up..your the best twin anyone could ask for."

Donnie had a warm, genuine smile on his face.

Leo felt his heard melt hearing those words, hugging his twin and pulling the covers over them.

🐢💜: "you don't mind if I crash in here right? "

Donnie yawned while reaching for the light, turning it off.

🐢💙: "Of course not, goodnight Hérmano. "

Without another word, they fell asleep, not a worry in there mind.

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BOOM MORE FANFICS THAT COULD BE IMPROVED BUT I'M LAZY YAHOO

[whumpetywhump]

100 Days My Prince

Lee Yul

01:

- Suffering chest pain

- Abrupt chest pain, collapses and passes out, recovering in bed, learns he was poisoned

02:

- Thrown from a horse, winded, on the run from bandits, shot in the back with an arrow, falls down an incline, hits his head on a rock

- Found unconscious and bleeding on the ground, recovering in bed, receiving treatment, wakes up with no memory

03:

- Smacked in the face

- Wakes up trapped in a rolled-up rug after being kidnapped, struggling

04:

- Still trapped in the rug

- Bitten on the legs by leeches, bleeding, screaming

- Recovering suppressed memories, migraine, clutching his head, collapses and passes out

- Passes out, collapses into his wife's arms

05:

- Unconscious in bed after last episode, examined by a doctor, diagnosed with exhaustion, malnutrition and an infection from the arrow wound, spoon-fed medication, feverish

- Smacked in the face

07:

- Stabbed in the arm during a swordfight, crying out in pain, refusing medical care, needs help removing his clothes, wincing in pain, has the wound cleaned and bandaged by his wife

- Wrongfully accused of treason, forced to kneel, tied to a frame

- Reopens the stab wound from earlier, blood dripping down his arm

08:

- Pranked, tricked into believing he killed someone, fake arrested, tied up

09:

- Betrayed, depressed, falls asleep on the ground, taken care of

- Nightmare, wakes in a panic

10:

- Used as a human target, flashback, in a state of shock, falls to his knees

12:

- Depressed, homesick, hallucinating his wife, crying

14:

- Nightmare, wakes in a panic, recovering memories of his childhood trauma

15:

- Given the belongings of his dead friend, clutching them and sobbing

Yoon Seok Hwan

02:

- Grazed across the cheek by an arrow

05:

- Kneeling with a sword to his throat, cut on the neck

08:

- Shot in the chest with an arrow

09:

- Unconscious and recovering in bed from last episode, wakes up in pain

- Thrown to the ground in a fight, clutching his shoulder, reopens the arrow wound

10:

- Still lying on the ground from last episode, bleeding from underneath his shirt, carried to safety, unconscious and recovering in bed, cared for by his friend

11:

- Still unconscious in bed, carried to safety by his friend, insists on riding a horse before healing, clutching his shoulder in pain

12:

- Applying ointment to the arrow wound on his shoulder, gasping in pain

- Feverish, unconscious in bed, nightmare, wakes up holding his sister's hand

14:

- Knocked out, kidnapped, wakes up in a cell

15:

- Locked in a shed, tied up, choked, gagged, cuts his wrists while breaking the ropes

- Stabbed in the chest and back while protecting his girl, shot in the chest with three arrows, collapses, stabbed again, vomiting blood, dies

TW: Contains themes of suicide and child abuse

[all-the-gory-details]

Whumptober Day 16

Gurney / Flatline / “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

TW: Blood, Death discussion, past torture, medical stuff

By the time Alexei swung the door open, Casey was already on his feet, first-aid kit in hand. However, it wasn’t Felix who stumbled in, panicked and covered in blood.

Casey froze in shocked silence as Alexei stood in the doorway, clothes and hands stained in red. He was trying hard to keep his cool, but Casey could see the slight panic in his eyes.

“Casey, you’re the best at medical stuff, right?”

“I… I don’t have any training, but I-I guess, out of us three, probably-”

“Good enough. You-” Alexei pointed to Georgia, sitting on her mattress. “Stay here. Casey, let’s go.”

“Why-”

“Do you want to see Felix die?”

Casey’s heart dropped, and he shook his head quickly.

“Then let’s go.”

When the door opened and Casey got the first look at Felix’s state, he had to fight back the urge to throw up. They were chained to a metal table, covered in blood, completely passed out, with their once-white tee-shirt covering their back. Casey crept forward and gripped the shirt with their pointer finger and thumb, pulling it back to expose the wound.

They found only blood and pink muscle. The skin had been cut off in a neat rectangle, abandoned about ¾ down their back. It was folded over in a flap.

Their skin was in a flap. 

“A-alexei, what the fuc-”

“Lee is on her way, should be here in about 15 minutes. I need you to keep them alive until then.”

Casey took a deep breath, pushing down the anger and fear and disgust. This was his friend, the person who had helped them through this hell from the moment they arrived. And they were dying.

“Ok. I… I need a clean towel and some antiseptic. We need to stop the bleeding, they’ve already lost a l-lot of blood.”

Alexei started rummaging in cabinets, pulling out the needed supplies, and Casey tried to breath through his panic as he pulled more of the blood-soaked cloth off of Felix’s back.

As soon as he had the bottle of antiseptic in his hand, he started pouring it on the wound. He knew this wasn’t the right way to do this, but he also knew that Alexei was notorious for not cleaning his supplies, and this particular injury had a dangerous chance of getting infected.

Alexei handed the towel over, and Casey wrapped his hand in one of the corners, carefully placing the flap of skin in place. Then, he bunched the towel up and pushed down.

Felix came into consciousness with a groan, which quickly turned into a hoarse scream. Casey only pushed harder as the red began to soak through the white fabric. “H-how far away is she?”

“10 minutes, I think.” Alexei was hovering a few feet away from the table, with no desire to get involved. Casey took a shuddering breath, hoping, praying, he could keep Felix alive until then.

The minutes slipped by, but Casey refused to lighten the pressure on Felix’s wound. He could feel them slipping away, grunts and whimpers less frequent and more distant. He didn’t know if they were leaning towards unconsciousness or… something more permanent.

“Come on, Felix,” He found himself whispering as their eyes fluttered shut. “Hold on, please. Don’t… don’t leave me here. Don’t leave… not when I-I can’t go too. Please don’t go.”

Felix drew in a sharp breath. “M’sorry,” they murmured. Then they went still.

Casey blinked the tears back and kept pressing, kept pushing on the wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. He didn’t let himself think, didn’t let himself imagine what life might look like with Felix gone.

It was so fucking selfish of him to try to keep Felix here. Death, Casey was sure, couldn’t be worse than this. There would be a kindness, surely, in letting them escape into peaceful non-existence. He knew he wouldn’t allow himself to give up, though. He wouldn’t let Felix escape somewhere he couldn’t follow.

It was never even an option.

Casey jumped when the door slammed open, and he was pushed to the side by Lee, more serious than he had ever seen her. She tore the towel off to assess the wound, and sighed.

“This is an offsite one, for sure. Unchain him, now. I’ll go get the gurney.”

Casey stood off to the side, frozen as Lee sprinted out of the room and Alexei unlocked Felix’s hands and feet. When Lee came back, she was pulling a rolling gurney, red like so many things in the room.

Their blood will blend in, Casey thought numbly as Alexei and Lee lifted Felix onto the transportation. Together, they rolled the gurney out, and the door stood open and empty behind them.

Casey didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. He tried his best not to think.

But his brain soaked up the blood on the floor like it was a fluffy white towel, slowly turning red.

[leesehwcn]

FullName: Sehwan Lee

Nicknames: Lee,

Age & Birthday: 43 years; September 30, 1980

Occupation: outside security for the community

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: he/him; cis-male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown & length of time in Redwood: LA & he’s lived in Redwood for two years

Where they reside: a small farmhouse just beyond the outskirts of the Beckett Farm

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tw: divorce, parental death, murder, law enforcement, substance abuse mention

Sehwan was raised in California by his South Korean mother after his parents divorced. His mother brought him up to be a kind, loving, young man with a strong desire to protect those around him. When he graduated from high school, Sehwan went to the East Cost to track down his absent father and to go to university. His search for his father only lead to disappointment, but it was during his education at the University of Richmond that Sehwan finally figured out what he wanted to do with his life. After working his way up the ranks of the secret service, he was assigned to the senator of Maryland. What Sehwan wasn’t aware of, was that the man he was sworn to protect, was heavily involved with Global-1 and the experimentation that they were doing. He ended up falling in love with the senator’s daughter who, unfortunately, was killed in retaliation to her father’s political dealings. The guilt Sehwan felt over not being able to protect the one person he loved the most sent him in a downward spiral. 

At the time of the outbreak, he was in the midst of a several year long bender, drowning his guilt in alcohol, drugs, and sex. The outbreak finally snapped him out of it, as the fight to survive now outweighed his need or even desire to drown out his feelings. He spent the next few years using all of his training from the secret service to fight for survival. 

In 2040, shortly after the ‘town’ had officially been formed, Sehwan found his way to Redwood. He had heard rumors of it and while he’s not exactly the most outgoing guy, always believed that safety lied in numbers. He joined the community, and now that he had found a more permanent residence, he even adopted a stray puppy, training it to detect if people had been bitten or infected. He was eventually roped into doing outside security for the community, despite his reluctance to have anything close to that kind of responsibility again. He still holds onto the guilt and trauma of losing the only person he’s loved romantically, but has recently begun to pick up clues that he might be able to find more connections to his father in this town than he ever would have thought. 

Headcanons:

He rescued a stray german shepherd pup that he found outside of Redwood a couple months back and is training it to scent if people have been infected, thanks to the help of David

He has always loved science and been so intrigued by it, but it is the one subject in school he did terrible at

He adores music but can’t listen to it at all if he’s trying to concentrate on anything.

He can’t stand tea and only drinks black coffee. 

Now that he was practically forced out of his spiral, Sehwan has struggled to find healthy coping mechanisms for his trauma and guilt. In the last two years that he’s been living in Redwood, he has picked up gardening as a method to deal with his feelings and has his own tiny garden

[leeschwcn]

Full Name: Sehwan Lee

Nicknames: Lee,

Age & Birthday: 43 years; September 30, 1980

Occupation: outside security for the community

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: he/him; cis-male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown & length of time in Redwood: LA & he's lived in Redwood for two years

Where they reside: a small farmhouse just beyond the outskirts of the Beckett Farm

PINTEREST | CONNECTIONS | PLAYLIST

tw: divorce, parental death, murder, law enforcement, substance abuse mention

Sehwan was raised in California by his South Korean mother after his parents divorced. His mother brought him up to be a kind, loving, young man with a strong desire to protect those around him. When he graduated from high school, Sehwan went to the East Cost to track down his absent father and to go to university. His search for his father only lead to disappointment, but it was during his education at the University of Richmond that Sehwan finally figured out what he wanted to do with his life. After working his way up the ranks of the secret service, he was assigned to the senator of Maryland. What Sehwan wasn't aware of, was that the man he was sworn to protect, was heavily involved with Global-1 and the experimentation that they were doing. He ended up falling in love with the senator’s daughter who, unfortunately, was killed in retaliation to her father’s political dealings. The guilt Sehwan felt over not being able to protect the one person he loved the most sent him in a downward spiral. 

At the time of the outbreak, he was in the midst of a several year long bender, drowning his guilt in alcohol, drugs, and sex. The outbreak finally snapped him out of it, as the fight to survive now outweighed his need or even desire to drown out his feelings. He spent the next few years using all of his training from the secret service to fight for survival. 

In 2040, shortly after the 'town' had officially been formed, Sehwan found his way to Redwood. He had heard rumors of it and while he's not exactly the most outgoing guy, always believed that safety lied in numbers. He joined the community, and now that he had found a more permanent residence, he even adopted a stray puppy, training it to detect if people had been bitten or infected. He was eventually roped into doing outside security for the community, despite his reluctance to have anything close to that kind of responsibility again. He still holds onto the guilt and trauma of losing the only person he's loved romantically, but has recently begun to pick up clues that he might be able to find more connections to his father in this town than he ever would have thought. 

Headcanons:

 He has always loved science and been so intrigued by it, but it is the one subject in school he did terrible at

He adores music but can’t listen to it at all if he’s trying to concentrate on anything.

He can’t stand tea and only drinks black coffee. 

Now that he was practically forced out of his spiral, Sehwan has struggled to find healthy coping mechanisms for his trauma and guilt. In the last two years that he's been living in Redwood, he has picked up gardening as a method to deal with his feelings and has his own tiny garden

[rocorambles]

The Beginning

Pairing: Nekomata x Kuroo

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Grooming, Extremely Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Slight Feminization, Virgin Kuroo, Slight Degradation, Undertones of a Corruption Kink, Bottom Kuroo

Summary: Nekomata has always been Kuroo’s favorite mentor and now that Kuroo’s officially entered adulthood, the older man has new lessons for his favorite protégé. 

Author’s Note: LMAO I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS A REAL THING, BUT HERE WE GO. The first installation of my Yandere Nekomata x Kuroo monthly series. I can’t even defend this other than to say I promise there will be a not as degenerate, perfectly normal (at least by Roco standards) Sakusa NSFW fic also coming out sometime this weekend to help you wash this cursed thing down. 

@terushimooo I BLAME YOU FOR THIS

Next Chapter

He hadn’t thought much about the quiet young boy who showed up to his training camp all those years ago and yet, maybe Kuroo had left more of a mark on him than he had thought because he instantly recognizes the tall lanky messy-haired high schooler who steps inside of Nekoma’s gym on the first day of the school year. He certainly left an impression on Kuroo and something flutters inside of him when Kuroo shyly asks to speak to him alone after practice one day, bowing deeply and thanking the older man for his wise words about “experiencing the joy of playing”. 

Looks aside, Kuroo isn’t anything like that scared little boy he had met so long ago and Nekomata watches in interest and maybe a little bit of pride at how confidently he carries himself, easily making friends and conversing with the rest of the team, a beautiful smile and glint in hazel eyes. Or so Nekomata had thought. But it seems like you can’t truly change your inherent nature all that much and he sees the little cracks in Kuroo’s act, and as much as he appreciates the man Kuroo is evolving into, he thinks he’s more fond of the introverted little boy he still sees hiding inside. 

For someone so mischievous and cunning, Kuroo is ridiculously easy to manipulate and something dark thrums inside of Nekomata as he sees how Kuroo instantly picks up on all his subtle cues, putting all his faith and hope in this father figure he’s never really had. Sure, he has an actual father, one who barely has time for his son, and two grandparents who’re too tired to care for the boy as they should, but it’s not enough, never enough and Nekomata takes full advantage of the empty hole that Kuroo craves to have filled, practically taking the boy under his own tail so to speak. 

He’s not thrilled when he sees hazel eyes begin to look at his female classmates in interest, but he’s prepared for the question he knows he’ll get soon and when, as expected, Kuroo quietly asks him why he’s still single, what love is like, what girls are like, Nekomata is harsh, but firm, planting the seeds of doubt in Kuroo’s head as he goes on and on about how girls are just distractions, problematic, how they’ll do nothing but cause pain and heartbreak. And just to drive it home, he cruelly reminds Kuroo of the heartache his own mother had caused him and his family and he hides his satisfied smile when teary hazel eyes bawl into his chest, lanky arms wrapping around his larger figure and rigorously nodding a messy head of hair as he takes all his wise words to heart. 

And so Kuroo never dates, never even bats an eye towards the females in his school, ignoring the curious whispers as everyone wonders why such an eligible bachelor is still single, only focusing on volleyball, his team, and his coach. 

Nekomata thought that it would be enough to know that he has the boy all to himself for three years, that his selfish greed would be sated, but as Kuroo’s 18th birthday approaches, as his third-year threatens to come to an end, as his departure from Nekoma draws ever nearer, he realizes it’s not enough, it’ll never be enough and wise cat-eyes scheme. 

Kuroo hates birthdays, hates the reminder that his family could care less about him and there’s an even bigger pang than normal as his 18th birthday approaches. He should be elated and excited about the prospect of finally being an official adult, a man, but all he feels is indifference and neglect as his grandparents completely forget that it’s his birthday in their old age, as his dad sends a cold two word text, not even an exclamation mark at the end to convey any feelings about the matter. He just wants this day to be over, to forget it ever happened, feeling no different than before even though he’s now an “adult”. 

But when Nekomata asks him to stay after practice long after everyone has left and the gym is clean, he can’t help the happy tears that trail down his face when the older man brings out a small cake from behind his back and urges the messy-haired captain to blow out the single lit candle illuminating the empty locker room, blissfully ignorant and naive of just how close Nekomata is to him, their thighs pressed against each other, wrinkled eyes attentively watching Kuroo’s lips as he happily eats a slice of the cake, tongue flicking out to lick the extra cream that hasn’t quite made it into his mouth. 

However, Kuroo is all too aware of a rough finger that brushes against his mouth, scooping up some extra cream that he had missed before gently nudging his fingertip past his lips and Nekomata groans at how the athlete instinctively sucks his finger clean even while staring wide-eyed and confused at him. 

“Coach?”

“Call me Yasufumi.”

He chuckles at how flustered and adorable the man beside him looks as he tentatively tests out the new name, and he can feel his cock begin to twitch with interest at the way it sounds in that ridiculously attractive drawl Kuroo has. 

“Tetsurou, you’re an adult now and when you’re an adult, you can start doing certain things.” 

“Coach! I don’t need a sex talk. Plus, weren’t you the one who said girls are a waste of time-”

Kuroo instantly hushes as a weathered hand grasps him by his chin and forces him to lock eyes. 

“I said to call me Yasufumi and yes, I did say that, but you don’t need to have sex with just girls. I think sex between men is better anyway. I could show you, teach you. Only if you want though.”

Sex between men? Of course Kuroo knows it’s possible, knows it’s a thing. But for him? Him and another man? How would that-

His rambling thoughts are cut off and he squeaks when lips press against his, too surprised to break away as a tongue slips into his mouth, playfully entangling with his own wet muscle and he moans as he’s pulled into straddling Nekomata’s thighs, his lean body pressed tight against a thicker chest and stomach. He tries to form thoughts, question what’s happening, but he gasps when hands grope his ass, a tiny moan escaping him as his hips and groin grind down on something hard protruding from Nekomata’s sweatpants. 

“Come on, Tetsurou. Don’t you trust me? Haven’t I always taught you well?” 

And Kuroo hesitates. 

It’s true. For as long as Kuroo can remember, Nekomata is the only person he’s considered family, who’s guided him, cared for him, shown him what love, even if it's just familial love, feels like. He’s never led him astray, always treated him like his own son, brought him to his full potential as a volleyball player and team captain. 

He cries out as Nekomata gently thrusts up, rubbing their erections against each other. 

It feels so good, so different, so much better than when he awkwardly wraps his own hand around his cock late at night. Surely it can’t be wrong if it feels so right, if it’s Nekomata who’s doing this. It’s just another life lesson, right? 

So he seals his fate with a shy kiss as he relaxes, helping the man underneath him rid him of all his clothes, bashfully looking away as eyes hungrily roam all over his body. But his eyes are snapping back to attention, wide in shock as a strange pleasure lances through him when a mouth greedily suckles on one of his nipples, his other nipple tweaked and pulled. 

“I-I’m not a girl! Stop it! Don’t play with my nipples like that!” 

But his complaints are lost between desperate moans and he loses himself in the strange overwhelming pleasure, flushing at the lewd slick sounds of Nekomata’s sucking. 

“But doesn’t it feel good, Tetsurou? You have such pretty tits.”

“They’re not tits- AH!” 

He whimpers as Nekomata punishes his outburst with a slight nip to his aroused buds. 

“Come on. Be a good boy and cum from having your tits played with.”

“I- I don’t think- I can’t-”

But all it takes is a few more rolls of his hips and a few more tugs and bites before Kuroo is wailing, thick white spurts coating both of their stomachs as the raven haired man exhaustedly collapses and curls up in Nekomata’s lap, humming contently as a hand strokes his messy tangled locks. 

“Good boy, but we’re not done yet. Don’t you think I deserve to feel good too? I think you need to give sensei a thank you gift for such a good lesson.” 

Bleary hazel eyes peer at him before slowly nodding and Nekomata laughs as Kuroo attempts to shimmy to his knees in between Nekomata’s legs, hands eagerly pawing at the hem of his sweatpants only to startle when he’s teasingly slapped away. 

“We’ll use your mouth another day. I have something else to show you.”

Kuroo’s an adult now, but there’s a childlike innocence in the way he curiously looks on as Nekomata pulls out a translucent bottle, craning his neck to see what the older man is doing even when he’s coaxed into laying on his back on one of the benches, his legs spread out on either side of the metal apparatus. And Nekomata coos at the confused nervous sound Kuroo makes as he generously coats Kuroo’s pretty puckered rim and his fingers with the clear liquid. 

“I need you to relax and take deep breaths, okay?” 

That’s all the warning he gets before a finger is pushing at his tight hole and he keens as one knuckle breaches his unused hole, taking in desperate panicked breaths as it becomes two knuckles, and borderline hyperventilating when he’s taken the digit all the way to its hilt. But he desperately listens to the familiar voice as it orders him to keep on relaxing, keep on breathing. 

Relax. Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Relax. Breathe. 

One finger becomes two. Two fingers become three. The stretch is uncomfortable, but not painful, yet Kuroo still just feels strangely full, can’t comprehend what the appeal of this is- 

He screams. Back arching and body twitching when Nekomata’s fingers move inside of him, brushing against a spot that has him seeing stars and his cock hardening once again. He scrambles to sit up, find purchase, register what’s happening, but then those fingers are bushing against that spot over and over again and all he can do is sob, cock pathetically splurting thick drops of pre-cum all over his stomach as his mind breaks under the new delirious pleasure he’s being drowned in. 

If he thought he had already been overwhelmed, it’s absolutely painful and agonizing when the stimulation abruptly stops and he’s howling, clawing like an animal to keep Nekomata’s fingers inside of him, sobbing even harder when Nekomata gently shakes him off and leaves him gaping open, cold, and alone like he’s always been his entire life. But he tries to stifle his sobs, gasping for breath when Nekomata is right there with him again, softly kissing his forehead and urging him to continue being his good patient boy and he sighs in relief when something larger begins to refill him, whimpering and moaning at the larger stretch, but ultimately finding peace in the connection, the fullness. 

And he relaxes back down on the bench, mewling as Nekomata’s cock drags against his insides, reaching further and further inside of him until the head is pressing against that same spot that has him writhing wantonly underneath the older body on top of him. Words are spilling past his lips, incoherent babbling he can’t even make out himself, but as if Nekomata understands the indecipherable pleas for more, he offers the younger man a weathered smile before beginning to rock back and forth and Kuroo’s head shakes back and forth, eyes rolling back in his head as his prostate is continuously brushed against. 

Kuroo has always been attractive, but like this? Vulnerable, lust and arousal clearly painted all over his face and body, pretty noises and tears, a shaky hand wrapping around his own leaking cock? He’s breathtaking and Nekomata feels like a young man all over again as he increases his pace, ignoring the irritating pang in his old hips as he desperately chases his own end, balls feeling full and ready to explode in a way they haven’t for decades. And he sputters and chokes as he empties himself inside of the lithe body underneath him, nearly crushing the younger man as he exhaustedly collapses on top of Kuroo and catches his breath. 

But he grumbles when he feels the body underneath him continue to wriggle, something uncomfortable digging into his stomach and he lifts up just enough to see how Kuroo desperately continues to stroke his cock, tears in his eyes from being so close to release and yet unable to find it by himself and he takes pity on him, nudging Kuroo’s hands away and wrapping his own hand around the cock, sloppily kissing the pretty captain. And he smiles when wiry arms wrap around him and hold him tight, swallowing Kuroo’s endearing moans as the raven haired athlete falls apart underneath him once again, coating his hand with his creamy essence. 

He holds his cum covered hand to Kuroo’s mouth, fondly smiling as he immediately begins lapping and licking him clean, only a slight wrinkle of his nose indicating his dislike of the salty bitter taste. That’s okay, he’ll let the birthday boy get away with it for now. After all, he has plenty of time to fully train him to be the perfect cum slut, his perfect cum slut.  

[terushimooo]

furudate drew this manga panel with all the coaches with you in mind

This is so hot, fr. The energy given off by... literally all the coaches here????

Unreal. Illegal...

ILLEGAL!

I’m out here manifesting Washijo yelling at me, only for Keishin to lead me to the greasy, grimy old pair of besties waiting to dish out my punishment ♡

I mean hello??! LOOK AT THEM!! LOOK AT ALL OF THEM!!!

So mean, so stressed, so sexy, heh.

I WANT THEM ALL!!!

And, I mean, Goshiki and Tendo can watch... of course ♡

COACH GANGBANG FIC WHEEEENNNNN?!?!? WHHHHEEENNNN??!?!? WHHHHHHEEENNNNN?!?!?!??!?!

[theplanisinruins]

Infection au

the reason i’m posting this at this time is cause no one really cares about the infection au

Anyway, in my post about Stephen leaving, I said I would still continue it. But I lied!

I have the picture for the next part, and the general story plan.

Anyway! Links to the story!

(also the story as a whole has some graphic descriptions, murder, death in general)

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four - Includes suicide! So don’t read if you get triggered by that!

How it would end is under the cut

The next part would start in hospital. Jay is suffering from severe blood loss; the others are waiting outside.

Stephen reavels that he is infected. He tearfully tells Hosuh that he loves him and leaves for... somewhere.

A nurse comes out and tells Hosuh that Jay died of blood loss.

Next part!

It’s set in, like, five years after the end of the last part. Hosuh is married to Jo.

Around a week after Stephen dissapered, his body was found. He died of unknown causes.

Back to present day, Hosuh is at Stephen’s grave. He explains what had happened in the last year or so. His phone buzzes. It’s Jo, asking him where he is. It’s now dark. Hosuh heads back home.

Is it a weak end? Yeah.

Also, the art that I completed!

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±5.4k

tw: angst (not too bad though), mean words, blood, mentions of auror missions, kidnapping, needles, st mungo's

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ft. hermione, lee and alicia

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

the girl in the lilac dress

i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.

out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.

i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.

"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.

she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."

he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.

"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.

"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"

she observed me and i laughed.

"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."

"friends with benefits?"

"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."

"bitter about it?"

i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."

"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"

i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"

"i model for witch weekly."

i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"

"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.

"my friends are, so naturally i am."

"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."

"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.

"you are much too cutesie for his type."

i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.

"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"

"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"

"uhh, not really?"

"well they're all models for one magazine or another."

"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.

"i just thought you should know."

i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."

she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."

her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.

"only three things??" i asked, shocked.

"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."

we had reached the ministry.

"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.

all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.

i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.

"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.

"hello y/n!"

in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.

"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"

"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.

i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"

"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."

"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."

"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."

"how much experience?"

"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."

"perfect. and hepole?"

"on the way."

"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.

"hello, poplinn speaking."

"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."

"miss l/n! o-of course!"

"and pop?"

"y-yeah?"

"call me y/n."

i hung up, dialling harry's office.

"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."

"of course."

i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.

"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."

"sorry dray, but it's important."

"there's no one else?"

"there are others, but we need your expertise."

there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"

"it's fading anyway. no."

"i'll be paid?"

"in hundreds."

"how old are the children?"

"2 and 4," hermione said.

the silence told me he was sold.

"i'll be there."

i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"

"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."

"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.

"'course."

i smiled, "c'ya!"

she was shaking her head.

"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"

"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."

"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."

"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."

"hey! that's rude."

"just go on your mission already."

i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"

kalle looked at me, "yes?"

"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"

she smiled, "okay."

"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"

"alright, good luck, head!"

"thanks, bye!"

i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.

i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.

"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"

i looked at hepole.

he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."

"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.

"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."

i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.

"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"

"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.

"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.

"right right, i love you, bye!"

the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.

putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.

i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.

when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.

pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.

when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.

"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.

"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.

"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.

"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."

i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."

she shook her head in dismay.

"lol."

i watched the needle go in.

then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.

"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."

i nodded, "thanks yvonne."

"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."

"am not!"

she laughed. "that's funny."

after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.

i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.

looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.

i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.

and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.

i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.

fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.

whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.

deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.

i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.

"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.

alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.

"hey ali!"

"hi! come in!"

at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.

"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."

i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.

"snacks?"

"your favourites."

"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.

"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.

i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.

gingerly, i bandaged the wound.

by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.

alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.

"thank you, ali, i love you."

"you damn well do."

we both giggled.

"what happened?" she asked me.

"nothing. i just wanted a change."

"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"

"just a long mission, that's all."

"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."

"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"

"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."

"well i wanted to visit you!"

"bullshit."

"is it that hard to believe?"

"what the fuck did fred do to you?"

"nothin'?"

"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."

"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."

"you're awesome at lying."

"i'm not lying!"

"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"

i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.

"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."

"oh?"

"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."

"what did you say back?"

"i told her to fuck off."

i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."

"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"

"whoa how did you know?"

"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"

i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."

"what did fred and pretoria do?"

"nothing."

"please tell me?"

"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."

"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"

i nodded.

"that doesn't seem right."

i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."

"his mother would kill him!"

i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."

"molly weasley, y/n!"

"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."

"doesn't mean it's good."

"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."

i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"

"don't be afraid to let it all out."

"yeah."

i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.

the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.

i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.

"court sitting this early?" she asked me.

i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."

"that's smart."

"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"

"i reckon he'll just confess."

"criminals don't go down easily."

"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."

"are they here today?"

"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."

"parents?"

"dead."

"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"

"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."

"that's awesome."

the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.

he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.

"what an idiot, sending a message like that."

"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."

we laughed.

"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.

"i don't know if he's still into me?"

i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."

"i never see him."

"then see him more!"

"how? i'm so busy!"

"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.

we sat down at the cafeteria.

"i guess not, but he's busy!"

"busy enough for you?"

"i guess not."

"'xactly."

"but he might not wanna go on a date."

"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"

the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.

i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.

"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.

"nothing to be worried 'bout."

"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.

"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."

"'kay."

hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.

"y/n?"

"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."

"o-okay."

"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"

"what? why?"

"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"

"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.

"nup, it isn't," i replied.

and with that, i hung up.

"hey 'mione?"

she was glaring at me, "what."

"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.

she laughed, "i love you."

"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."

"what do you think i should wear?"

"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."

"okay! you wanna go now?"

"it's 11?"

"yeah!"

"alrighty! kalle!"

kalle turned to us, "yes?"

"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."

"alright, bye."

we apparate to hogsmeade.

"what theme do you wanna go for?"

"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"

"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.

"hello?" it was fred this time.

"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."

"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."

"thanks, bye."

"wait!"

"mhm?"

"can we talk?"

"erm- about what exactly?"

"everything."

i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."

"okay. have a good time, lovely."

"you too."

i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?

what the hell was going on?

"let's go, mione!"

we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.

"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.

"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"

"with lav brown."

"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."

"she's dead?"

"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."

"yeah."

"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"

"yeah."

"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."

"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.

"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."

"pont knight?"

"former assistant of me."

"pont knight?"

"yeah, i know right."

"how did he go again?"

"oh, i fired him," i laughed.

"why?"

"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."

"interesting."

"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."

"do you think he did anything else?"

"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"

"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."

"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."

"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"

i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"

she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."

"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."

"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.

i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."

"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."

"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."

we continued chatting until it was 4:30.

"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"

"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."

"thanks. i owe you."

"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"

"love you too!"

i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.

with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.

i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.

i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.

i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"

they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.

"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"

they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."

i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."

"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.

i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"

they shrugged.

"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."

"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."

it brought on a cacophony of greetings.

"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"

we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.

i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.

i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.

fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.

"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.

"'mione! how did it go?"

"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"

"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.

"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.

"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"

i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"

"whaT y/n????"

cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"

i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.

"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"

i squealed silently again.

"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"

"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.

"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"

"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"

"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"

"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.

another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.

"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."

"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.

"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"

"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"

"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.

"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."

"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"

"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"

"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."

oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.

"nope."

"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"

"no please come! there's a surprise!"

i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"

"no, no, don't do that."

"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"

"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."

"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."

"oh crap."

i sighed.

"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"

"what the-"

the line ended.

i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.

"is everything okay??" i asked him.

"no," he said rudely.

"well, do you need any help?"

"no."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

i sighed, "okay."

"you called ron cute."

i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."

he frowned.

"she kissed me!"

"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.

he was silent.

"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"

"okay."

"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."

"have a nice sleep."

the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.

it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.

winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.

"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."

had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.

"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.

i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.

i ran towards it.

"whoa."

it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.

large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.

i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.

"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.

yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.

i immediately got up.

"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.

"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.

"you like it?" he asked.

"love it."

"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."

"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.

"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."

"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."

"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."

"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."

"jeesh okay."

i looked at him.

"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.

"alright, i'm all ears."

"okay. so she talked with you right?"

i nodded.

"did she take a piece of hair from you?”

i nodded again.

"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."

i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.

"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."

"what do you wanna be?"

"could we be official, please?"

he grinned, "of course."

then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"

"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.

he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.

"feel that, beautiful?"

i nodded.

"only you."

he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.

"that's not fair!"

and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.

he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.

it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.

"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.

"oh?"

"yeah. yeah."

"i don't believe you."

"that's because you can't see yourself right now."

[all-the-gory-details]

Whumptober Day 13

Cold Compress / Infection / "I don't feel so good."

TW: Torture, captivity, infected wounds, blood, stitches

Alexei hated infection. The sluggish sickness it caused, the way it spread if not contained properly, how it smelled and looked and scarred.

Unfortunately, he also hated cleaning up after himself. So infection was an unfortunately common experience.

His usual procedure was to call his friend, Lee, who had served as a medic in the army and made a pretty penny off her medical knowledge, especially among the more... ethically dubious sort.

So, when he walked in on one of his works in progress and saw the red, inflamed cut on their leg, he set the oatmeal and water on the floor, pulled his phone out, and found her contact.

She, as always, made great time getting over to Alexei's house, and within the hour, the offensive limb had been properly treated and the antibiotic stored, with a yellow post it note with detailed instructions.

Lee had turned to leave after confirming her payment when Alexei remembered the morning client, and the state she had left his rental in.

"Lee, wait a sec. I've got another, I wasn't sure if I should call you about it. You mind taking a look quick?"

"You paying me extra?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Quarter of our usual added on."

"Half."

Alexei laughed. "And what if you don't have to do anything?"

"Fine," Lee sighed. "Half if I have to treat 'em, quarter if not."

"Deal," Alexei agreed, reluctantly, turning to lead the way to the rental room.

He had brought Casey back to his room pretty soon after his client was finished with him, trusting Felix to get some of the initial medical care over with. That was one of the benefits of housing permanent residents together. Along with keeping them sane, they could help patch each other up.

Judging by the amount of blood, though, some of those cuts had been pretty deep. Might as well get some professional eyes on it while it was convenient.

Alexei unlocked and opened the door, and ushered Lee inside. She found the problem right away, walking over to Casey, who was lying in his bed with some sloppy bandages covering his chest. Felix moved away from Casey's side to give her room to work.

"How do ya feel," Lee asked immediately, starting to pull the bandages off the cuts.

"Not so good," Casey groaned, keeping his eyes closed.

"No shit, Sherlock," she scoffed. "Specific answers."

Casey sucked in a sharp breath as she pulled away a particularly stuck piece of bandage. "Uh... chest is tight. Burns. 'm cold but sweaty. And tired."

"Better," she said, finally uncovering the full damage. "Ok... I'm seeing some early signs of infection, plus a few places that could probably use stitches."

Casey grimaced. He hated stitches. The feeling of his skin being pulled and pierced made him nauseous.

"Alright," Alexei said with a sigh. "Do what you gotta do."

Lee dug in her bag, bringing out disinfectant, some numbing spray, and a medical sewing kit. "So, extra half my pay, right?"

"Yes, Lee. An extra half."

She grinned, shaking her head. "You need to start cleaning your knifes better, Alexei, before your money runs dry."

"Shut up and do your job," he said, smile on his face. Lee smiled too as she threaded the needle, and before long, she was hard at work, fixing everything too broken to fix itself.

[whumpetywhump]

He Is Psychometric

Lee Ahn

01:

- Locked in a mortuary box, panic attack, screaming, passes out from fear

02:

- Overuses his power, nosebleed, overuses his power again, nosebleed, collapses, falls down a flight of stairs, winded

- Punched in the face, bloody lip

05:

- Bloody nose from overusing his powers

- Flashback to childhood trauma, sobbing

- Stabbed in the gut, left for dead, rushed to hospital, recovering in bed, wakes up alone

06:

- Still recovering in hospital, pain in his side

- Overuses his power, severe migraine, collapses, passes out

10:

- Emotional breakdown, sobbing, bloody knuckles from punching a tree

11:

- Overuses his power, dizzy, disorientated, staggering, trips and falls

12:

- Overuses his power, unable to get up off the floor, sweating and shivering

13:

- Grieving, psychosomatic chest pain, crying

14:

- Still grieving, sobbing, collapsing to knees

15:

- Overuses his powers, severe chest pain, collapsing to his knees, suffers repeated episodes of chest pain, breathlessness, struggling to keep standing

- Overuses his power again, severe chest pain, collapses, struggling to breathe, cardiac arrest, given CPR

16:

- Still being given CPR after last episode, wakes up gasping, refusing medical care

Kang Sung Mo

01:

- Flashback: Jumps from window of a multistorey building, lands on a car, bleeding and unconscious

02:

- Flashback: Recovering from injuries seen in last episode, arm in a sling, face cut, bruised

04:

- Remembers being chained up and terrorised as a child

07:

- Flashback: Limping, infected wound on his ankle treated and bandaged by neighbour

08:

- Flashback: Still limping, infected wound on his ankle bleeding through the bandages

09:

- Flashback: Still limping from last episodes

- Has his foot stomped on, pain patch applied by brother, scar on ankle revealed

10:

- Flashback: Seen with injuries from prior episodes, arm in a sling, face cut, bruised

13:

- Grabs a knife, cuts his palm, bleeding, bandages it himself

15:

- Punched in the face

TW: This series contains content such as child abuse and noncon

[sonnetthebard]

can you do a oneshot with peip spy paul and secret ccrp boss melissa? (yeah this is cause of the stuff sent to hatchetfieldtheories so what lmfao)

Um hell yeah I will! I have read the original theory, but you're also going to get my take on it because I got ideas just by reading the prompt lol. Apparently @hatchetfieldtheories and I are now getting lumped together and I am perfectly okay with that.

Genre: Action/ Thriller kinda?

Words: 2727 (once again... perfect)

TL;DR: Paul's cover as a PEIP agent is blown, and he finally gets to meet exactly who he's fighting against.

TW: Swearing, Guns, Violence, Murder, Blood.

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Paul sighed, reading over his report before he sent it in. Was the report work related? No. Well... yes and no. Not for his job at CCRP technical. But as an agent of PEIP? It held information that could be absolutely crucial to the work they were doing. So it kind of had to be perfect. One mistype, a spelling mistake, could change the entire context of how it was read and how his superiors reacted. Perfection was key. Especially with what he had found. God, had he found out a lot.

Paul hadn't originally worked for PEIP. No. No, it was a bit of a long story. But... to sum it up, Paul had been caught dead in the centre of a world-ending event. An attack from what had looked like aliens at first but was actually an entity named Pokotho- or Pokey. Paul had very nearly died. He'd almost caused the end of the world. He had almost thrown a grenade dead into the centre of the meteor that was playing host to Pokey and his hivemind formula- which would have simply spread the spores. Luckily, one PEIP field agent- a Xander Lee- had managed to keep himself safe while his unit was infected, and he was able to stop Paul before he made a world-ending mistake.

Xander, through a lot of science Paul did *not* understand, was able to send Pokey back into his own dimension. The world was saved. It still kind of felt like a sci-fi fever dream. Most days, it still didn't feel real. The Hive had healed those it had destroyed, so... most people came back. Not Charlotte or Sam, because they weren't technically killed by the Hive. But Ted, Bill, Alice, Deb, Emma, and even Hidgens were back completely unscathed. Paul and Emma had actually gotten a chance to go to that movie. They were dating now. For three months, to the day. Paul had a bouquet of roses ready to surprise her with after work. He knew she wasn't usually big on the sappy romance stuff, but... he kinda was.

It was about a week after what was now widely known as the 'apotheosis' had passed when Paul got an email from Xander asking a favour. A very classified favour. Since Paul knew about PEIP and what it stood for. Apparently, they'd been picking up suspicious activity from CCRP for months, and they'd been trying to figure out which of their agents to send undercover. But every alias they'd made up had been rejected for an interview. So Xander got the idea that since Paul worked there, maybe he could keep an eye out for them. And as dangerous as it seemed... Paul said yes. The work PEIP did was too important to risk delaying. He was briefed through text, and he learned his job online in a matter of days. Ever since, he had been PEIP's agent in CCRP. And PEIP was more than right to be concerned.

Paul hummed, satisfied with his report. It was concise, precise, and detailed everything he'd seen. Which was a lot. This week... this week, he'd finally made his breakthrough. He was able to sneak to a higher level. Sylvia's level. She was talking on the phone about temporal breaches, trans-dimensional fluctuations, and lots of other jargon he didn't even come close to understanding. He'd bugged her office with a microphone PEIP had sent him so that they would understand more clearly. And when he'd snuck to the lower level, he was finally able to get past that second level of security. And what he'd found there was... eerie. He hadn't gone in. He just looked through the window. But it appeared there were hundreds, if not thousands, of... himself. Just standing there. He'd left a camera. Needless to say the report was more than full of information.

Paul heard the click of heels behind him and he quickly pressed send, closing the tab. He faked looking through his analytics before the clicking stopped. Paul could practically feel the presence looming behind him. At first, he just kept working as if he didn't notice. But... then it started to bug him. Because whoever the heeled coworker was who had stopped behind him was, they hadn't moved yet. He slowly turned, trying not to show any nerves. But he was a terrible liar, so he had a feeling that wasn't working. In front of him stood... oh good, Melissa. He sighed in relief.

"Hey Melissa. How's it going?" Paul asked.

"I need to see you for a moment... in Mr. Davidson's office." Melissa told him shyly.

"You need to see me?" Paul asked, still getting up nonetheless. This was Melissa. She was a sweetheart. She probably had a computer problem.

"Yeah... don't worry, it won't take of your much time." Melissa bit her lip, walking away. Paul followed.

"Did Davidson's computer crash because of that solitaire again?" Paul guessed.

"Um... no. No, this isn't about Mr. Davidson's computer." Melissa chuckled nervously.

"Uh oh... Paul's getting called to the principal's office!" Ted taunted teasingly.

"Shut up, Ted!" Bill groaned. "I'm trying to finish my report! Can I not have peace for five minutes?"

"You can... if you move to another department." Ted smirked. Paul only knew he was smirking because Ted had popped his head over the cubicle to watch him go by.

"I'm not in any trouble." Paul rolled his eyes. "Go back to what you were doing."

"Alright, alright!" Ted snickered, raising his hands defensively and lowering back into the cubicle.

"Sorry about him." Paul sighed, seeing the way Melissa blushed. "I swear he's not as much of an asshole as he seems most of the time."

"Oh, it's fine." Melissa shrugged. She walked into Davidson's office. Suddenly, her demeanor completely switched. "Ken, I'm going to need this office for a minute."

"What?" Paul blinked, his heart immediately sinking to his stomach. There was a pit in his stomach, and it was growing by the minute.

"Sure thing, Mel." Mr. Davidson nodded, getting up and walking out of the office.

"What's going on?" Paul asked, though there was no one specifically he was speaking to. He was just very confused.

"Why don't we sit?" Melissa offered, confidence oozing off of her as she took Davidson's seat behind the desk.

"Um... okay." Paul nodded warily, taking a seat. "Melissa..."

"Let me do the talking for now, Paul." Melissa sighed, leaning forward on the desk.

"Alright." Paul blushed, already intimidated. Yeah, he was totally agent material.

"You probably think you've been pretty slick, don't you?" Melissa chuckled lowly, looking at the cowering bundle of nerves before her. "Slipping bugs all over the facilities, sending your little reports while you're supposed to be writing reports for us... quite the secret agent, aren't you?"

"I... don't know what you're talking about." Paul lied.

"Paul, you're not that bright." Melissa scoffed. "In all your stealth and espionage, you seem to have forgotten that we have security cameras."

"On those floors?" Paul blinked. "I... didn't see any feed from them when I checked."

"Well we're not going to stream it to where anyone can see it!" Melissa rolled her eyes. "And you know exactly why."

"Yeah... yeah, I probably shouldn't have just assumed..." Paul sighed.

"So you admit it then? You're a spy?" Melissa checked.

"Well... yeah. Yeah I am." Paul sighed.

"For PEIP?" Melissa clarified.

"Who?" Paul tried to lie again.

"Paul, you used our network to send your files." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but I followed their..." Paul muttered.

"Which we're well aware of here, and well aware of how to overrule." Melissa sighed. "Really, Paul... you're sloppy."

"I'm not trained." Paul blushed.

"I figured as much." Melissa scoffed. "So they pulled you over to the dark side?"

"They saved my life during the apotheosis..." Paul shrugged. "When they told me something might be up here, I knew I had to help. And they were right, Melissa. Stuff is going on here."

"I know." Melissa smirked. "I oversee it all."

"You?" Paul raised his brows, a bit taken aback.

"Me." Melissa smirked. "You're probably thinking it's a bit weird... me, being in charge, choosing to take on the role of a secretary."

"I'm honestly just trying to wrap my head around you being in charge in general." Paul muttered.

"You want to know why?" Melissa asked. It was, of course, rhetorical. "It's actually pretty simple. The CCRP Technical department had some good cloning candidates. I wanted to be close to the action. Hand-pick who we used. And who would ever suspect anything of the shy, sweet secretary? You certainly didn't."

"So you hand-picked me?" Paul blinked in shock. He was doing a lot of that.

"You're a good size, amiable personality... smart enough, though evidently no genius." Melissa reasoned. "You, in mass, would make a great crew of workers for the Moon Project."

"Moon Project?" Paul asked.

"Oh, you've barely scratched the surface on what we're doing here, Paul." Melissa chuckled darkly. "But you won't be getting any further."

"What are you going to do to me?" Paul shrugged, a faux confidence in his tone. "There are people out there who know me. If I just go missing, they're going to get suspicious."

"Oh... Paul, you think I would tell you?" Melissa started to laugh. "You're so sweet! No. No, we won't be doing anything to you right now. But... let's just say PEIP won't be getting any reports from you in the near future."

"You brought me here just to tell me that?" Paul asked apprehensively. "To gloat?"

"Just to let you know that we knew, yes." Melissa sighed, she pulled out a cellphone, diverting most of her attention to it. "I like to deal with things myself. Handle things face-to-face."

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, a pit growing in his stomach as he watched the way she tapped at the screen.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." Melissa mumbled. "Go home, Paul. Take the rest of the night off. Go to your girlfriend's coffee shop. Bring her the flowers. Happy three months, by the way."

"I want to know what you're doing." Paul stated firmly. Melissa looked up at him before starting to laugh.

"Well isn't that just too fucking bad!" Melissa snickered. "Go. Before I call Ken back in and make you go."

"Okay..." Paul relented, getting up. He looked her dead in the eyes. "If PEIP is concerned about the work here, so am I. This isn't over."

"Yes it is, Paul." Melissa sighed. "Have a nice life."

"Life?" Paul blinked, freezing in the doorway.

"Sorry, did I say life?" Melissa chuckled. "I meant night."

"Right..." Paul bit his lip, admittedly uneasy. He tried to walk silently back to his cubicle... but with Ted Spankoffski around, there was no way he was getting out of this unscathed.

"So, did you get fired?" Ted popped up.

"Nope. Everything is fine. Davidson just needed a bit of help with his computer." Paul lied.

"Shit, he told me I'd be able to fix it next time!" Ted grumbled. "Is he giving you a bonus for it?"

"Nope. It was just a favour." Paul sighed.

"Damn... you fucking pushover." Ted snickered.

"Yeah, I get it, I let people walk all over me." Paul rolled his eyes. He picked up the bouquet of flowers from his cubicle, continuing to walk for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ted furrowed his brows.

"As a thank you, he's letting me off early. So I can surprise Emma." Paul smirked. "We've been dating for three months to the day."

"Yeah you have... give her butt an extra squeeze for me, horndog." Ted teased. Paul blushed.

"Fuck you!" He called back, making his way out the door.

Paul felt something off the minute he stepped outside the CCRP building. Something deep in his bones. He physically shuddered under the weight of it, but... what could he do but keep walking. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just him feeling uneasy after the conversation he'd just had, right? Right... he was okay. Everything was okay. They were probably just gonna put a block on his communications with PEIP. No biggie. He'd survive it. He'd figure out another way to spy, and to get his findings to Xander. Everything was going to be just fine. He was going to be just fine.

He rounded a corner, walking across the street to Beanies. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle he felt a hand cover his mouth and another wrap around his waist, pulling him back. He tried shouting and screaming, but it was muffled. He resisted as much as he possibly could, but this person was stronger than him. Finally, they stopped in an alley, and the hand was removed from his mouth. Paul took a few deep breaths, setting the flowers down and raising his hands in surrender. At about the same time, he felt cool metal pressed to his temple. What a time to be mugged.

"I don't have anything on me to give to you. I used all my cash at lunch. All that's in my wallet is my driver's license." Paul stated levelly. "Believe me. You've got the wrong guy."

"No, Paul... I haven't." An almost identical voice sighed behind him. Paul blinked in confusion. He made a very, very stupid move and turned in the man's arms while his grip was a bit looser. He found himself staring dead in the eyes at... himself. His eyes widened. "You have everything I've ever wanted."

"You..." Paul breathed, before becoming suddenly very aware of the metal on his head. He took a sideways glance, seeing that it was a gun. He had thought it was, just... best to be sure. "Please. Please, you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do. It's either this or the moon, and... I don't want to go to the moon." The other Paul told him, voice shaky. He moved his finger to the trigger, hesitating. "Thank you. For the memories. For giving me the life I'm about to live."

Bang! There was smoke, and then a thud. Paul- the original one- fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The death was almost instant, just as Paul 23 had predicted that it would be. He'd let go at the right time... and he hadn't gotten any blood on himself. It really had been his day! His cell malfunctioned and opened for him. Then he found the gun just... hanging there on the rack. He was free and armed, and ready to carry out everything he had fantasized about since he was made! It was like the stars had aligned for him! And as a cherry on top... Paul had even brought flowers. If the memories planted in his head were any indication, it was his and Emma's three-month-iversary. These would be absolutely perfect!

He stepped over his lifeless counterpart, rushing to get to the flowers before the puddle of blood forming by Paul's head got to them. he picked up the flowers tenderly, grinning. He took a look one final time at the original Paul, the the flowers. He set the flowers down, picking up Paul and propping him on a dumpster. He pulled out a small chip, slipping it in the appropriate place under his tongue. The finishing touch to his plan. Now... they would think this Paul was him. That he'd managed to erase his tattoo. He tossed the Paul in a CCRP marked dumpster, sighing.

He picked the flowers back up, walking out of the alley. God, this was great! He was about to finally step into the life that was rightly his. His brothers, the other clones, would kill to be him. But of course he wasn't actually going to let them kill him. No, unlike the real Paul, he knew to always be on the lookout. He knew he would never be safe. But for now... was it ever going to be worth it. He walked up to the door at Beanies, walking in. He saw Emma at the counter, and... he couldn't hide his excitement. He beamed, grinning widely. Like a small child. He walked up to her, holding the flowers out for the love of his life.

"Hey, Emma... Happy Three Months!"