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the-ace-with-spades · 5 months ago

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I'll never write it because it hits a bit too close home for me to write it without mental strain (I'd read it okay tho...) but I have a very specific scenario in my head so—

Bradley gets the same type of cancer his mom died from.

I imagine it's lung or pancreas cancer because I've seen those and they can be quite aggressive or progressive depending on type. In my head, Carole was in her late thirties/early forties at the latest when she got sick and I imagine it was unexpected and quick, as it often is with young cancer.

The thing is, people deal with cancer diagnosis differently in so many ways — some are in complete denial, some try to stay optimistic for their family, and some just... give up.

Bradley's seen enough cancer and death that he can't deny it but he also can't ever believe he has any luck left in life.

He's in his late 20s. He's just been proposed as his squad's candidate for Top Gun. The DADT just got removed. He has a long-term, serious partner (Jake) who he might not be completely open about everything yet but whom he loves and plans to marry and who loves him back. They're planning on buying a house, Jake talks about having kids. Bradley met Jake's family and his life didn't blow up and they even liked him. The years after he stopped talking to Mav were tough, but he's feeling as settled and as happy with his life as he can be at the time.

He goes to his routine physical as normal, maybe his spirometry comes up short or maybe his bloods are a bit off, or maybe he's just feeling more tired than normal and the doc has a feeling.

Doc informs him about the suspicions, he gets the tests done and it turns from suspicion to reality. At no point Bradley mentions it to Jake. He's taken off flying schedule, sure, but he doesn't tell anyone why, just making something up about his eyesight getting worse or maybe about a recurring ear or sinus infection.

Even if the diagnosis wasn't that bad and the oncologist was optimistic prognosis-wise, Bradley, who has already heard the exact same words about his mom's diagnosis, wouldn't believe it at all. Maybe he wouldn't believe it at all to the point that he'd refuse treatment and just let life run its course.

He'd start planning.

Get everything sorted out while he can. Make it as painless for everyone as much as he can.

And it starts small and escalates quickly. He updates his will, he has a med leave meeting with his superiors, advocates for a transfer to an office role.

He breaks up with Jake, still not telling him a thing. Just so he doesn't have to go through it with Bradley as well — because he knows he'd. And you bet he does the break up in a way that pisses Jake off to the point he doesn't realize how suspicious everything is — the timing, the medical leave, Bradley changing from 'let's buy a house together and have kids' to 'i don't think we can really work out together' on the span of weeks. He's brash in the worst way, and obviously, it also makes their friend group wary and isolates him — which was exactly his plan.

There's one person who he knows will be forever guilty if they don't talk. So, you know, he takes a trip down to China Lake and he and Mav talk. He says all the right things he knows Mav wants to hear — that he forgives him, that he's not mad anymore, that he understands, that he still considers Mav his sort of dad and that he was pissed but he's ready to move on. Maybe Mav does the unexpected and explains to Bradley why he pulled the papers and maybe Bradley actually forgives him.

So, you know, with that Bradley is all ready to take on everything alone, never have anyone find out and just start, well, dying on his own, medical partial leave, all of his stuff sold or written into the will, potential transfer to a paper-pushing position in Point Mugu, far away from everyone who could ever care about him, any people who could ever be affected at all by his illness in the blind.

He was not counting on one thing, though — that Mav, forgiven and missing over ten years of Bradley's life, will try to be part of his life again. Calls, visits — Bradley can't really keep it hidden that he's just rolled over his life in the span of weeks, even if he doesn't not why. Bradley was young when his mom got sick but not that young — he remembers how Mav took it, he's not going to retraumatize him.

But it's really hard not to let Mav know too much when he's asking about everything, and he mentions Jake once and Mav runs wild with the information. First starts to prod Bradley, then tries to do his own investigation and finds out that Jake was stationed at the same base and that they had been together before they broke up abruptly not long ago.

He thinks he's connected the dots — Bradley's weird behavior has to be due to heartbreak, y'know — and tries to play a bit of a wingman by approaching Hangman on his own.

The two people Bradley is trying to keep in the blind meet and realize something is fishy. Jake not only gets hit with the face with Bradley's estranged dad existing but also not being estranged anymore and with that Bradley is acting freaking weird. Mav gets hit in the face because it was Bradley who did the breaking up in the nastiest way possible (and he raised him better than that and also can still see he's got the sad lovesick puppy face whenever Mav tries to bring Jake up) but also with the realization that whatever Bradley is doing, he's got them fooled.

In the end, I think it'd be Ice who figures it out (whether or not he and Mav are together in this scenario). Hears all about it from Mav and Jake and has this moment when it all kind of spins in his head, his own experiences and feelings making a callback, and just tells them, it sounds like he's preparing for a goodbye.

Needless to say, Jake is pissed, Mav is pissed. They stage an intervention and you know that Bradley coughs up (probably in some dramatic way as well... like getting sick to the point they call an ambulance for him...). They definitely freak out when they find out he's been refusing treatment this whole time.

(I don't want to go into actual details of treatment but you can bet Mav and Jake are fucking glued to him from then on and they watch him like hawks. It's not all roses and I don't believe it'd be a quick treatment, probably running long, having better and worse days. Maybe he won't even be able to fly afterwards, once he's in remission. Maybe he never goes into remission. I don't know, I don't like thinking that far...)

#tw cancer #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #pete maverick mitchell #hangster #sereshaw #im sorry there's just a lot of cancer everywhere in my life rn and this is my coping mechanism(ish)#yeah i don't know okay

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a-rabid-snake · 3 months ago

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And so, I came to my senses a little bit. I was bored and decided to change the story of "blindness" a little bit, so here it is

Let's tell you a little bit about the characters and why they look like that

Survival - He is very badly injured, so much so that he behaves devastated. It's because he lost his sister.

Monk - She became a ghost for unknown reasons, she doesn't want to say what happened, but she looks like something bad happened.

Hunter - He was gradually consumed by rot, but when he and Artificer fought against the scavengers, one of the bombs exploded so that his paw was torn off. He can't say how he figured out how to fix the rot in his body, but he uses it for his own purposes

Gourmand - He fought against the furious scavenger, at one point he was stabbed in the eye with a spear, fortunately he survived, but now he walks with an eye patch

Artificer - The symbiosis of emptiness and slugcat. She can create both ordinary explosives and what is in the rubicon. Part of it is to blame for the fact that hunter no longer has a paw. She thinks that everything is fine with her, although this is not quite true

Spearmaster - He has been watching the slugcat for a long time, how much fun they have, how they smile. At some point, he felt incomplete and wanted to be happy like the others. He tore the skin, there should be a mouth there, but unfortunately, it turned out that he did not have the muscles to hold his mouth and to smile. Now he looks creepy and is afraid of him

Rivulet - He was captured by an angry scavenger, he looks very nervous. He was bullied, trying to get information, unfortunately, now he has an injury, he is nervous, twitchy, timid, sometimes mutters something to himself. You can often see him hugging himself and shaking. He also has scars and is missing parts of his gills and fins.

Saint - He is blind until the moment he uses his power. When he uses ascension, he can only see a small part, but rather, something similar to forces with the soul. He lost his eyesight when arti struck him with her claws in a rage. She didn't want it, but the past made itself felt.

Enot - Because of a glitch, he merged with his egg. It is immune to singular explosions, and can also create singularity bombs.

Nightcat - He was swallowed up by some kind of glitch, now his body is not stable, when he tries to open the framework with the program code, they start to glitch. The only slugcat that can see monk and also talk to her

Dude, they're infected with emptiness and fungi, what the hell

Patient Zero - scavenger

Both diseases have three stages

Infection with dusty fungi

The first stage is a feeling of weakness, fatigue and not wanting to do anything, at this stage it is not yet clear what happened, because it feels like an ordinary disease

The second stage is wool or skin, or any light and colored parts, begin to fade and sometimes acquire gray-green spots. At this stage, hunger disappears, the creature does not feel pain, it just walks and does not think. At this stage, you forget everything you can, you don't have a sense of fear

The third stage - the creature begins to overgrow with mushrooms, it looks very cheerful due to the lack of control in the body. The eyes are wide and empty. In the third stage, the creature only wants to spread the spores and find food

The third stage is the most dangerous, because this disease is transmitted through the air, if you do not close your nose and mouth and inhale spores, then you can start infection

It is recommended to burn the creature already in the second stage, in the second stage they do not feel pain and will not interfere with you. At the third stadium, they will already start to attack you

Void infestations

At the first stage of the process, nothing changes, except that you have ribbons like echoes

In the second stage, you feel panic and also feel itching all over your body. The ribbons are gradually turning black

At the third stage, a crystallized void grows, at this stage you no longer contrast yourself and want to drown yourself in a sea of emptiness or make someone like you. The infection is transmitted through a bite or blood. It is not recommended to consume infected even in the first stage

I hope I've explained everything. If someone wants to, then you can play around and ask questions to the characters or me

#rain world #rw slugcat #art #rw #rw art #slugcat #rw saint #rw artificer #rw au #Rw au Blindness #rw gourmet #rw enot #rw monk #rw nightcat #rw hunter #rw spearmaster #rw survivor #rw rivulet #rw scavenger

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undertheopensky · 5 months ago

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Catch Your Breath

Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer…”

Characters: Legend, Sky

Trigger warnings: allergies, breathing difficulty, asthma, falling

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A lot of people, Sky reflects, thought of allergies as kind of funny. Lots of sneezing, watery eyes, even gastrointestinal misery is just funny. People looking foolish when their bodies betray them.

As he watches Legend struggle to breathe, he thinks those people are stupid.

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It’s not that they didn’t know Legend has an allergy.

Way back when, when the group as a group was new, and Wind asked what the white stuff Wild was adding to the stew was, they’d realised in short order the differences in their eras had real consequences. Sky and Wind can’t have any kind of dairy. Time has a nut allergy that he says was worse when he was a kid, but no one wants to risk it. Shellfish makes Four violently sick. And Legend?

Legend’s allergic to feathers.

“Okay, I know we promised not to make fun of each other for medical stuff, but feathers?” Warriors says. “That is hilarious. Are you pulling my leg?”

“Nope,” says Legend. He’s unbothered, more interested in arranging the contents of his bag to his liking. “When I visited my grandparent’s farm, I was always banned from the cucco coop and anything to do with the pigeons. Prob’ly not as bad as the Old Man’s nut allergy –” and he points a bizarrely carved little twig in Time’s direction that Sky suddenly desperately needs to see in detail – “but it’s something I’m supposed to tell the healers, so.”

“Yes, and thankyou, Legend, it’s important to know,” says Hyrule. The healer smacks Warriors when he goes to open his mouth again, and that’s pretty much the end of it.

After that, it just… doesn’t come up. The one time they visit the ranch and Legend accidentally ends up on cucco duty, he quietly switches out with Four. Otherwise, there’s just not much cause for the heroes to interact with feathered creatures. Though several of them have had experiences with marauding crows, the mischievous birds don’t really count as monsters. They’ve never come across any infected ones at least. (“Not that those bastards need to get any smarter,” Four grumbles with uncharacteristic acid in his tone.) In fact, none of the infected monster hordes they hunt down includes any feathery fiends, except as very occasional decoration. It never seems to bother him, and Legend never brings it up himself. It falls to the back of everyone’s minds.

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Sky’s carefully cleaning dark blood from Fi when he hears Wind groan in complaint. “What, already?”

He can’t help but agree. It’s been less than five minutes since the last stalfos fell; they’re still breathing hard, still patching up scrapes and bruises and the one arrow-slice from where Wild had not quite dodged in time. And they’re already being thrown through another portal?

At least it didn’t show up right as they were bedding down this time.

One by one, they head for the portal, Sky following at the tail end of the line. It’s not on purpose. He’s just feeling it, a bit, feeling the poor sleep from the night before (ha) and the heavy weight of the humidity. Actually the thought of leaving the humidity behind is what finally drives him to step through and let the dark nothingness of the portal suck him under.

It’s always an eerie feeling. Ghostly fingers trailing over exposed skin. The cold chill of the void, so dark it doesn’t matter whether your eyes are open or closed. The adrenaline rush of falling. Wind yanking at his hair, his clothes –

No, wait, there’s no wind in the void. He’s really falling.

Sky opens his eyes to a landscape of eye-searing white touched with blue and gold. It’s dizzying, it’s blinding, it’s familiar. For a moment all he can feel is the incandescent joy of coming home.

Then he remembers eight heroes with no loftwings to catch them, and his whistle is more than a little desperate.

Flashes of colour spread out below him, bright against the clouds; Sky starts marking a path in his head, who to catch first. Wars and Time and Hyrule and Twilight, all the people without gliding items. He prays the others can hold out long enough for him to come back for them. None of them are meant for true flight, but with so many already – can Crimson even take the weight? If it came down to it, who would he leave behind –

A loftwing’s cry breaks his train of thought, and the relief would knock him over if he was standing. Crimson’s diving for him, but a pair of Skyloft knights are diving alongside, aiming for his scattered friends. He doesn’t have to catch all of them.

Sky twists on himself to face the clouds; the wind is tearing at his hair, at his sailcloth, at his blurred and watering eyes. It’s freezing, he’s not wearing as many layers after Wild’s muggy jungles, but he doesn’t have time to change. All he really needs right now is his sailcloth, not to catch but to stabilise.

Crimson’s back rises to meet him. Sky hits the saddle with stinging force and scrambles to get into position; to see over Crimson’s head and tip him back down towards his still-falling brothers. Who’s closest, who’s –

There’s a flash of red that isn’t Crimson, as Legend wrestles with his Roc’s Cape and tries to keep it from tearing free. It’s not made for this kind of use, and – he’s close. If he spirals around – Four is lighter and his cape held him longer, and Crimson can snatch him out of the sky with his talons before it gives out, and then they’re dropping through the sky after Legend when the magic in his Cape falters and fails.

Four screams. Sky can’t spare the breath or the focus to reassure him – they’re drawing even with Legend, then easing underneath, then coming out of the dive in a smooth arc that intercepts Legend’s fall at the precise moment he crosses Sky’s saddle.

Before his momentum can drag him back into open air Sky snaps an arm around Legend’s waist, as ungiving as iron. Legend helps by clinging to Crimson’s saddle. Passenger secured, Sky quickly scans the air. The last scrap of colour has just been snatched up by a third Knight, and if he squints he thinks he counts out the six of them, all safely in someone’s charge. Everyone is safe. He didn’t lose any of them.

Adrenaline and panic-sweat cooling on his skin, Sky shivers. They’d gotten almost frighteningly close to the cloud layer – Sky’s a knight, he’s used to seeing it, never mind how often he’s deliberately dropped through it – so it takes a few heavy wingbeats for Crimson to steer their trajectory back upward. It’s slow going. It gives him time to sit back, to steady his breathing, to realise just how fast his heart was beating and let the grey haze at the edges of his vision fade away.

Legend coughs. Then coughs again.

Sky frowns. There’s a thin whistle to the vet’s breathing that the wind had disguised. “Legend, you okay?” he asks, just as the veteran doubles over into a real coughing fit.

He sounds awful. He hadn’t taken any real blows in the fight, he shouldn’t be struggling to breathe like this. Had he been hiding an illness? After the fit Hyrule threw the last time Wind pretended he didn’t have a cold the whole group had wordlessly decided to just let the healer have his way, and he’d thought Legend was on board with that.

It doesn’t – it doesn’t sound like he’s trying to bring something up, though it’s deep and in his chest. It sounds like he can’t get any air, almost like Sky when the thick air of the Surface gets overwhelming. Like his throat is closing over, wind whistling through narrower and narrower passages –

Sky realises all at once.

Not an injury, not an illness – Legend’s allergic to feathers, and he just crash-landed on a whole platform of them.

Sky scrambles to prop him up, though he suspects the damage is done. Legend leans back against him. His breathing is maybe a little easier with his chest open, coughs louder and further apart. When he sucks in air, it sounds like it’s screaming through metal pipes, high and thin. But he can breathe.

They level out. There’s an island in the distance that the overloaded knights are headed for, but it’s small and isolated, intended as a jumping point for people with loftwings to catch them. It’ll take time to explain the situation, that they don’t have loftwings and need lifts back to the mainland, and that’s time Legend may not have.

Sky leans forward, holding Legend to his chest, and tries to think.

They need the infirmary, they’ll be able to treat the breath attack – but then they need somewhere feather free for Legend to rest, and there’s nowhere on Skyloft that fits that description. Loftwings are everywhere. The infirmary’s even got special-built troughs for them when their riders are in there and they refuse to leave! Every building has windows Loftwings can open and at least stick their heads in, if not hop straight through, and every floor bears scratches from their talons.

Legend wheezes. His fingers dig painfully into Sky’s supporting arm.

Determination solidifies. That will have to wait.

Sky leans into the turn as Crimson changes headings. Goddess, he loves his loftwing – as soon as Sky realised what they needed Crimson was responding. It’s the loss of this kind of bond that’s so devastating to him, when he considers the disappearance of loftwings over the ages. That the others have never known having a partner who knows your every move.

Legend’s stopped coughing but his breathing’s worse: pained little wheezes as he struggles to breathe, shuddering with every inhale like it’s a fight – his face is red and his eyes are wet and Sky doesn’t know if it’s breathlessness or pain.

“Hang in there Legend, we’re nearly there,” he says.

When they make landfall Crimson hovers long enough to drop Four the short, safe distance to the thickly grassed area meant for such deposits, then they’re off again. Sky hears Four shout behind them. Realises belatedly that between the wind and his own terror Four likely didn’t know what was happening – but he’s safe where he is, and if someone else finds him they can help him regroup if the others don’t land in the same spot, and –

That’s a problem for later. Right now, he needs to save Legend’s life.

No sailcloth dives with a passenger. Crimson lands on the tiles right in front of the infirmary with a soft grunt, and Sky flashes gratitude at him as he throws himself off his back and runs.

“Aren,” he shouts as he shoulders the door open, “Aren, I need help!”

#whumptober 2023 #skies writes #linked universe #lu sky #lu legend #lu fic

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babymetaldoll · 2 months ago

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Are you mine - Chapter eight: "Every ending is a new beginning"

Summary: Spencer and his wife are starting to think about leaving the BAU after an unsub kidnaps a family member of the team. But instead, they make another choice for their family. Warnings: Cursing, lots of violence ('cos it's a very dark case) kids in danger, sad moments. Word count: 5.200 words A/N: I really feel sorry for Spencer and his wife. Life keeps getting harder and they don't have the guts to walk away from the FBI... honestly, I can relate to that. I wanna quit (SO BAD!!) but I can't.

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Spencer's point of view

Over the years, there have been so many signs warning us we had to leave the BAU. I feel stupid and blind for ignoring them all along. One of the biggest warnings was Kate's case and all that happened to her niece, Meg. I never wanted to expose Raven to any of those threats. And yet, my whole family has always been at risk only by working at the BAU.

If only we had left on time.

Back then, Kate was pregnant and having trouble with her niece, who felt replaced by the baby. It wasn't weird, considering she was a teenager who had been through her share of family drama after her parents died when she was a baby. (Y/N) told me she even got a belly button piercing and asked Savannah, Derek's girlfriend, to check it when it got infected. It was clear she felt the baby was a threat and that Kate was going to it more than she loved her. Which, if you ask me, it's crazy. Kate would take a bullet for her niece, and she was more of a daughter than anything else.

The day Meg disappeared we were killing time before going home. We were at our desks eating leftover pizza from lunch. JJ and Derek were sitting around our desk, as my wife sat next to me and heard me rambling, as usual.

- "Although the observable universe is continually expanding, there's really no way of knowing if the whole thing is gonna ultimately collapse into one gargantuan black hole."- I said and looked at my crowd staring at me, confused.

- "Wow, there's actually something our little genius doesn't know."- Morgan teased me and JJ chuckled as Kate walked to us and sighed, exhausted.

- "I will tell you one thing for sure, my universe is expanding and it is pretty frickin' stormy. Gotta love nausea and vertigo."

- "Which is why I got you these."- (Y/N) quickly replied and handed her friend (yes, they were good friends) a bag with saltine crackers, ginger and lemon tea, and some jello.

- "You are a lifesaver."

- "What can I say? I know exactly how you are feeling."- Kate's phone beeped as we chewed our pizza and her face changed completely, and stepped from happy to worry in a second.

- "What's wrong?"- my wife asked her, noticing her change as well.

- "I'm not sure. It's Meg. Have a panic code, "pepper," and I just got a text from her saying "pepp."

- "Maybe it's just an accident?"- JJ suggested, but Kate dismissed it as she called her niece.

- "Damn it. Straight to voicemail."- and that's when (Y/N) stood up and walked to her friend, openly worried.

- "Meg still acting out?"- Morgan asked, but Kate didn't reply, she dialed again and started talking with a woman who I guessed was the mother of Meg's best friend. I looked at (Y/N) and her eyes were already on me. When you are a parent and you hear a kid is in danger, it hits you differently. No doubt about that.

- "Stay put. I'm gonna have agents there asap."- those were Kate's last words before she walked away from us. (Y/N) followed her quickly and I stood there wondering if Meg was just acting out because Kate was pregnant or if she was really in danger. I really hoped it was the first option. But we couldn't risk it, so I left my pizza and ran to Hotch's office to tell him what was going on. In a minute, he was gathering the team. We most likely had a case.

The next couple of hours were rough, to say the least. I watched Kate crumble and fight, and try to stay logical to help bring her kid back home. But it was hard for her, of course she was. Not only was she alone in her pregnancy, but she was also too involved in the case. Meg was her life. I don't think I could ever stay rational if anything ever happened to Raven.

Somehow, Hotch convinced Kate to stay at home and rest as we all teamed back at the BAU. That was when Kate told us via video conference she knew who had taken Meg and her friend, Markayla.

- "After we closed the Riverside torso case, I couldn't let it go, so I revisited the crime scenes and started asking questions." - she started explaining as she kept pacing in her room.

- "Aaron, you looked at that case, too, and the evidence indicated the torso killer was working alone."- Rossi pointed out.

- "Kate's working a different tangent."- Hotch explained

- "I also kept tabs on missing women."- Callahan continued talking- "There was a female jogger in Modesto, Eileen Banks, categorized as voluntarily missing, but oddly killed in a car accident a few weeks later all the way in Maryland. She was never autopsied."

- "How is that related to this?"- the C.A.R.D agent helping us asked, not getting where Kate was going.

- "She had been flirting online with a young new boyfriend before she ran off, but it was the same Bobby in that picture from Sam."- Callahan finally explained and sighed defeated by reality. Her eyes were desperate and her face filled with guilt and concern.

- "It must have been the same group that took the girls."- Morgan added - "If this is related to that case, then these abductors are mobile."

- "We'll get an emergency warrant, we'll exhume the jogger's body and do an autopsy."- Hotch commanded.

- "I'll expedite it with Judge Lynch."- the cop said.

- "They were taken because of me."- Kate was desperate - "I was getting close."

- "No, Katie. This is not your fault. You were just doing your job."- (Y/N) tried to comfort her, but it was an impossible task.

- "The unsub knew that grabbing an FBI agent's daughter would bring a firestorm down upon him."- I pointed out, but I don't know if it was what anyone wanted to hear.

- "He's an extreme risk-taker."- JJ added before Garcia interrupted her with the news.

- "Ok, I got the 411 on this Bobby photo. It originated 6 years ago. The guy's name is Sven Sorensen, from Sweden. He's now 25. He still lives in Europe."

- "They used the picture to lure the girls."- Kate kept walking across her room like she was being held in a cage.

- "Whoever did this is most likely not a pedophile, but rather a preferential adult offender and long-term child abductor."- I pointed out, trying to give her some comfort. At least Meg wasn't in the hands of a child abuser.

- "But he targeted the girls."- JJ seemed confused.

- "Only because Kate was targeting him."- (Y/N) explained and we all made a long pause. It didn't look good. I held (Y/N)'s hand tight and she looked at me, fighting the tears in her eyes.

Hotch ended the video call with Kate and asked her to get some rest, for Meg and the baby. I was sure she wasn't going to be able to do such a thing, as a parent, you are alert 24/7 when it comes to your kids.

- "Not only did they wipe the girls' devices clean, but they also went after Kate because she was digging into missing person cases."- I pointed out as we kept looking at the files of the investigations Callahan had done.

- "Because Kate was onto something." - JJ added, which if I can say, was pretty much obvious.

- "Yeah, this isn't some loner who wants to keep girls in a dungeon. This feels like trafficking."- Morgan verbalized what we were all thinking, but neither wanted to say.

- "That's the worst-case scenario."- the agent from the C.A.R.D team said and we all nodded.

- "Well, if it is trafficking, the upside is we've got a better chance of finding the girls alive."- Hotch murmured, clearly affected. My wife sighed and looked at him.

- "That if they don't sell them first."- there was a thick silence in the room after (Y/N) said those words. - "I know we all know Meg and this is hard for everybody in the team. But he has to try to stay objective and honest about our chances. And we know if they don't comply, they'll be beaten into submission or killed if they try to escape. So, what's the plan?"

(Y/N)'s point of view

We got a call an hour later, which was more like a miracle than anything else. Meg's friend, Markayla, had managed to escape and was transferred to the nearest hospital. Hotch asked me to go with him and talk to her and her mother. The minute I stood in front of that poor teenager my heart ached. She didn't have to go through that at that age. Not then, not ever. How can we protect our kids from all the evil around us? I kept asking myself that day, and I still haven't gotten the answer.

- "Hi Markayla, I'm agent Reid, this is Agent Hotchner. We work with Kate and we are helping her find Meg."

I introduced us because I was the less threatening person for a traumatized teenager, all things considered. I kept my phone in my hand the entire time. Kate was at the other end, she needed to hear what had happened and how Meg was holding up.

- "He killed him."- Markayla whispered, looking frightened and still shocked.- "He killed him right in front of me."

- "It's ok, Markayla."- I assured her in my sweetest voice. -"You're ok now. But we need to know, who were you meeting at the library?"

- "It was supposed to be Bobby."- she whispered, embarrassed.- "We were talking to him for a few months online. He seemed so cool. He said he had tickets to the 4for1 concert tonight, but he got stuck at work, so his mom picked us up instead."

- "And she was driving the van?"- Hotch asked her and Markayla nodded.

- "Yes. And she seemed nice, too, until we started asking about Bobby."

- "And what did she do?"- I questioned.

- "She locked the doors. Suddenly this guy popped up from the back and stabbed us in the neck."

- "Can you describe either of them?"- Hotch was asking the impossible but we depended on anything we could get from that poor kid.

- "They were white with brown hair. The creepy guy they gave us to had a wide face."- Makayla said, her eyes filling with fear just by remembering their faces.

- "I'll get a sketch artist."- the C.A.R.D. agent said, but Markayla started mumbling.

- "We had a plan."

- "What was the plan?"- I moved closer and cut her a simple smile.

- "Meg said Kate taught her what to do. Told me that if they tried to hurt us, we could buy time, role-play, get into their heads. That if they moved us, she'd distract them. That was our best opportunity, I had to escape and get help."

Tears ran down Markayla's cheeks as she remembered everything Meg had instructed her. I could only imagine how was Kate on the other side of the phone, hearing that conversation.

- "That's right. Kidnappers are most vulnerable at transfer points."- I assured her. - "Meg was doing the right thing."

- "Did the older man say anything about where he was taking you?"- Hotch asked her and she shook her head.

- "No, he just said he had plans for us. And then I ran. And that's when he shot the younger guy for losing me."- Markayla bit her lips as her chin quivered and she broke into tears- " Look, I didn't want to leave Meg, but she said you guys would never stop looking for her. That's what she said."- the poor girl sobbed and hugged her mother, who cried along with her. I excused myself that minute and left the room.

- "Did you get all that, Kate?"

- "I told Meg everything."- she sobbed at the other side of the line.- "I told her about sadists and that the only way to undermine them was to not show fear."

- "You taught her well, Kate. She can get through this."- I assured her because that was all we had to think about while we did our job, that we were going to save Meg.

On our way back to the BAU, I called Mikey. It was late, but I knew he would be up.

- "Nugget, how is work?"- he asked as soon as he picked up the phone. - "Please tell me you found the girls."

- "One, she managed to escape. But Meg is still missing. How is everything at home?"

- "Birdie is fast asleep. We had dinner at seven, then a warm bath and straight to bed. I'm watching her from the baby monitor and I'm pretty sure she is snoring, just like you do."- I smiled and sighed at the image of my baby resting safe and sound in her crib.

- "Thank you for taking care of her, Mikey."

- "Any time, Nugget."

- "I'll talk to you in the morning, my mom should be there around seven. I don't know if we'll have time to stop by in the morning to shower. We could just work until we find Meg."

- "Ok, I'm gonna try to get some sleep, but I'll call you or doc if anything happens. Which won't', 'cos uncle Mikey is here."

I took mental notes to get Mikey, Frank, Lu, and Mom a special gift to thank them for always taking care of Raven while we were gone. They were the ones we could always count on.

Back at the BAU, we delivered the profile to the police force while Rossi and JJ talked with the media. After the autopsy of the voluntarily missing runner, we analyzed the cases across the country and came to the worst conclusion about the unsubs.

- "This is sex slavery"- Hotch sighed. - "They are selling victims to serial killers."

Like we needed things to get even worse.

- "The operation's actually simple."- Hotch continued talking. - "The killers get to live out their fantasies, and in exchange for supplying the victims, the brokers make them agree to a disposal method."

- "This way he and his team are insulated from the investigation."- Rossi added as Aaron nodded.

- "Just like in the torso case, the behavior and forensics of the kills will only lead us to the customer who actually did the killing, not the broker."- Spencer pointed out and I nodded along.

- "Exactly. And he's smart enough to protect his network by encrypting all communication with his customers."

- "So if we can capture a killer while he's online, then Garcia can hack his system and lead us right to Meg."- Morgan suggested and I nodded one more time.

- "Just say the word."- Pen replied immediately, ready to search down the entire web to find Meg.

- "Garcia, the accident that killed the jogger in Modesto, Eileen Banks, who hit her?"- Hotch asked and she quickly typed.

- "Uh, Marcus Townsen hit the car over the embankment. He was admitted for minor injuries and then released."

- "Can you give us his background?- I asked as Garcia nodded and kept typing.

- "Searching munchkin. Holy heck, his license, registration, and insurance are all bogus."

- "Well, if it was a car crash, they would have checked his blood alcohol level at the hospital."- JJ said and Morgan added

- "Garcia, run the DNA of that blood sample through CODIS."- and that's when Penelope gasped.

- "Ok, he's on a sex offender registry. His real name is Miles Hendrick. He started off stalking a neighbor's kid and got busted in the elementary school bathroom."

- "Now he's graduated to this. Where does he live now?"- Rossi asked.

- "Largo, Maryland."

- "Let's go."- Hotch commanded as we all stood up quickly. - "Rossi, Morgan, and JJ, we'll send you the address. Reids, you are staying here."

- "I'm gonna call Kate. If we are worried, I can't imagine what she is feeling like."- I grabbed my phone and walked to my desk. It was already night, Meg had been missing for over 24 hours now. I didn't want to run the probabilities of her safety.

Spencer's point of view

When we heard from the team, they had Hendrick and Hotch immediately asked Garcia to break into his computer. Which turned into something harder to do than we imagined. While she tried to get the info from his browser, Morgan and Rossi were breaking Hendrick, getting all the info they could. In the end, he admitted to buying the girl he murdered and gave them the info Garcia needed to hack into his system.

- "Sweet mother gross."- Garcia scrolled down the screen and watched hundreds of pictures of kidnapped girls and women, ready to be sold. - "It's like Tinder for sociopaths."

- "They're selling women all over the country."- I stared at the screen disgusted as my wife stood next to me in silence.

- "Do you see Meg anywhere?"- Hotch asked as we all glued our eyes to the screen

- "Wait, wait, wait. Go back."- (Y/N) asked Penelope and pointed a picture. - "That's her. He dyed her hair."

- "She has been sold."- Garcia murmured in horror.

- "Can you tell to whom?"- Hotch demanded

- "No, 'cause the firewall's worse than the other one and I'm upset and I need help focusing!"- it was clear, Garcia was nearly having a meltdown.

- "What about the IP address? That should lead us back to the broker."- Hotch kept his head in the case and didn't even hesitate. He could remain cold-headed even at the worst times.

- "Yes, yes, very good, sir."- Garcia was typing as if her life depended on it. - "There it is! His name's Alex Zorgen. He's in Oakton, Virginia, and he's on his computer right now."

When the team came back with Zorgen and his partner, Paige, the interrogation began. Luckily, Hotch left me and (Y/N) to work together with the partner. She was broken, Zorgen had kidnapped her, tortured her, and raped her for years, but still refused to talk. Until we told her the truth about what had happened to her son, and how Zorgen had killed him. (Y/N) sat across the table from her and described how the man who had ruined her life had also taken her kid's.

Finally, Paige gave us all the info we needed, and Penelope was able to trace the IP address and give us Meg's location. And while the team drove to rescue Meg, me and my wife sat with Paige as she listed all the other serial killers who had been buying girls to torture and kill through the years. The list was surprisingly long, but it allowed to rescue over fifteen women.

(Y/N) was on the phone with Kate as I gathered all our things from our desks, ready to finally go home and get some rest with our daughter. That was when I caught JJ eating saltine crackers and raised an eyebrow.

- "Not you too!"- and she turned around, smiling, completely busted.- "Am I getting another godson?"

- "Probably"- she replied and grinned. - "Or maybe goddaughter."- I smiled and congratulated her, I loved the idea of our BAU family expanding.

- "I can't wait to tell (Y/N)! She is gonna be thrilled!"

And she was. We were all happy JJ was having another baby, but those news were soon overshadowed by the news of Kate's departure from the team. It hit (Y/N) pretty hard, she was her friend, her close friend, and of course, it made her feel incredibly sad. I guess it's a recurrent thing at the BAU, you get close to people and then, they leave.

We understood Kate, though. You can't continue doing a job when it jeopardizes your whole family.

After a few days, we were in our living room after Raven's bedtime. We were both sitting on the couch, reading in silence, an Ella Fitzgerald record playing as quiet background noise, until I heard her whisper what until then seemed to be the unthinkable.

- "Do you think we would ever leave the BAU?"

It took me by surprise that she'd ask me that. I can't lie, the subject had been in my mind for the last couple of weeks, but I guess I didn't think she'd be wondering something as important and huge as that.

- "I do."- I closed my book and looked at her. She seemed worried. - "When we are ready to take that step."

- "I don't wanna wait until something like what happened to Kate and Meg happens to us to leave."- she added and I held her hand, moving closer to her on the couch and feeling her cuddling against me.

- "I would never forgive myself if our kids are ever in danger only because of what we do for a living."

- "Don't think that ma cherie."- I kissed the top of her head and caressed her hand in mine. - "Nothing will happen to Raven or any future kid we have. They will always be happy and healthy, and we will take incredibly good care of them."

- "Promise me?"- she pouted and looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.

- "I promise."- she sighed and cuddled on my chest as I held her tight and closer to me.

- "And what would we do if we weren't Federal Agents?"- I heard her whisper a few minutes later.

- "I think I'd like teaching."

- "You'd be a great teacher. The hot teacher I would have had a crush on."- I smiled and kissed her head again.

- "Would you be my student?"

- "Hell yeah! Though I can't guarantee I'd ever learn anything. I'd be too busy staring at you."- I chuckled and watched her grinning at me for a moment before I asked.

- "What would you like to be? If you weren't with the FBI?"

- "I have no idea."- she whispered and sighed. - "What can I do with a PhD in Sociolinguistics?"

- "You can always teach, write books, work on research... what would you like?"

- "I honestly don't know."

- "You could be a stay-at-home mom if you want."- I don't know why I suggested that if I knew that had never been her dream. And I continued talking the minute I noticed her eyebrow raising as she stared at me. - "I mean if you want to take some time off and think about what you want to do. I don't wanna rush you."

- "I understand. I just don't picture myself waiting for you at home every day, like a 50's housewife."

- "In that fantasy, are you dressed like one?"- I joked and made her chuckle immediately.

- "You are a dirty boy, Dr. Reid."

- "You started, with the whole professor, student thing."

- "I was just being honest, you are being dirty."- she chuckled as I leaned and kissed her. It was the first time we ever talked about leaving the BAU, but trust me, it wasn't the last.

(Y/N)'s point of view

Though the thought of leaving the BAU had been a serious issue after what happened to Kate and her family, soon another idea invaded my entire being: baby fever.

JJ was pregnant again and her second pregnancy had been amazing. She was glowing and looking like a model with her tiny baby bump, though she was already over 33 weeks pregnant. She had gone with us on cases until she was six months old, and she barely had any symptoms. No morning sickness, no weird over-the-top cravings. It was the perfect pregnancy. And suddenly having a second kid seemed like the thing to do.

- "Everything looks great, (Y/N)."- Savannah, Derek's girlfriend, said as she looked through some of my medical exams and smiled at me. - "You are ready to start trying for a new baby, Dr. Reid."

- "That's still confusing."

- "I'm pretty sure you and Spencer know how to make a baby,"- she joked and I chuckled.

- "I mean the "Dr. Reid" part. It's confusing enough when Hotch calls us both Reid at work, adding the Doctor to it makes it impossible to tell us apart."- Savannah laughed as we both stood up and walked to each other. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me my exams back.

- "You just have to relax. Are you two planning any vacation soon?"

- "With this work and a toddler? Wish us luck!"- my cell phone rang and my friend simply sighed, staring at me as I read the screen.

- "I know what that sound means."

- "Duty calls. Thank you for helping me, Sav."

- "Anytime. Call me next weekend for brunch, double dates with little Raven are always fun, and it helps Derek get used to being around kids."

- "Are you two planning to add a little Morgan to the party?"- I nearly beamed at the thought, but Savannah shook her head as she continued smiling.

- "Not yet, but I like that he gets used to the idea."

- "Raven loves her uncle Morgan, so count us in."

Yes, Morgan, Savannah, me, and Spencer started double dating. I don't know when it happened, or why it happened. I just know it was a thing. And it made it pretty obvious we were drifting from being with JJ. Why? I don't know, but something started feeling off at some point. Besides, Morgan and Sav were adorable, funny, and more like us. The "siblings" relationship going on between Derek and my husband made things incredibly fun. It felt like hanging out with family, not friends.

During the months to follow we were deep into work. We had lost Kate, and we had JJ staying in Quantico for the last weeks of her pregnancy, so it was all down to Hotch, Derek, Morgan, Spencer, and me. Even Garcia started coming with us when the cases needed it.

Being two teammates down meant we were swamped with work, which sadly also meant we didn't have as much time as we'd like to be at home with Raven. Our baby daughter had already turned two years old, and she was growing up so fast. She was brave and loved climbing every game at the park near our apartment. Mikey and Frank would take her there at least twice every week. She loved baking with my mom and eating everything they created together. They would sometimes wait for us with homemade cookies or cupcakes.

On the weekends, we played a lot. On the weekends we were at home, of course. Spencer took her out every Saturday morning for their "father and daughter exclusive time." He started doing it the first week she was born, and it was his way to let me sleep and rest a little every Saturday morning. They would walk to the park and play. Sometimes they went to the bookstore and picked out new bedtime stories. But they would always come back home with some delicious breakfast to share with me.

But if you ask me now, I regret wasting so many weekends chasing serial killers. Weekends I could have spent with my baby girl, teaching her how to bake cookies, or taking pictures as she climbed every game in the park. Instead, I got the pictures our family sent us, while we were anywhere else, trying to make the world a better place for them.

- "Mommy? Can't sleep."- Raven woke me up one night, standing right next to me. I quickly opened the bed and she climbed until she was laid next to me.

- "Come here birdie, did you have a bad dream?"

- "No."- she whispered and clung onto me, as her tiny hands rubbed my cheeks.- "I miss you, Mommy."- my heart broke with those words.

- "I'm right here with you now, birdie."

- "But you go."

- "I won't go. I promise. I'll always be there for you."

Spencer's arms around us let me know he was hearing the entire conversation. He kissed the back of my neck and caressed Raven's hair as she slowly drifted back to sleep. My heart ached to think my daughter could ever think I might ever leave her. The saddest part was knowing if Hotch or Garcia called us, we would have to leave.

- "When JJ comes back, we should take a few days off."- I whispered and Spencer hummed in agreement.

We never did. We couldn't. But I wish we did.

A few weeks later, JJ had her second son, Michael. And the team welcomed a new member: Tara Lewis. She was funny and smart, and she had the best comebacks every time Morgan teased her. I loved her from the first day. She also made me miss Prentiss like crazy. That's why Spencer and I talked about it and decided Emily would be the godmother of our next kid. As a way to force her to visit more often.

Nearly four months later, Spencer and I sat on the edge of our bathtub, waiting for the result of a pregnancy test. I was already over ten days late, but still tried not to get my hopes high. Spencer was grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning. The alarm on my phone went off, and the two of us stayed still for another few seconds.

- "Ready to find out if we are gonna be parents again, Mrs. Reid?"- Spencer asked me, and I giggled nervously.

- "Would you do the honors, Dr. Reid?"- I replied as we stood up at the same time and walked to the sink. Spencer grabbed the test and turned it around. In a matter of seconds, his eyes filled with tears as the warmest smile lodged on his lips.

- "It's positive"- he whispered and wrapped his arms around me right away, and I started laughing, feeling tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks, as he held me tight against his body.

- "Really, honey bunny?"

- "Yes, chipmunk. We are gonna be parents again!"- Spencer kissed me sweetly as I could barely contain my happiness. Until one thought froze me.

- "Now... how are we telling Raven?"- I looked at Spencer, and he opened his mouth, but surprisingly, no word came from it. - "Yeah, that's what I thought."- I chuckled and shook my head- "Come on, let's get dressed before our baby wakes up."

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unknownchoatic · 5 months ago

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im not the first person to use this idea and people have probably come up with the same thing… BUT!:

Odyssey au where when they’re fighting the cyclops Odysseus takes the hit for Polites and somehow hes not immediately dead. so like Eurylochus and Polites and all the other guys have to make an escape plan and as they’re hiding and trying to figure out what to do Polyphemus just drops to the floor (lotus eater wine moment). So as they’re trying to stop Odysseus from bleeding out he overhears the ideas for the escape plan, decides that each plan is shit and so from his position (laying on the cave floor bleeding out) hes like “sharpen the club into a spear and blind him” and Eurylochus is like “great idea Captain” so they do it.

and then its like normal escape except for the whole Odysseus doxxing himself part (yk cause at this point hes lost so much blood and is hurt and probably isn’t even conscious). so they get on the boat and sail while trying to heal Odysseus. but like… healing doesnt happen and the wound gets infected or smth (idk some kind of complication). so Odysseus is in his cabin (? room? idk) all fever-y and delirious and Eurylochus and Polites visit but they don’t tell the rest of the crew (other than the doctors) how bad his condition is getting.

and so the journey home is actually a lot smoother (yk cause Odysseus isnt being a boyfailure) and from the cyclops’ island they go back to Ithaca. and like at some point when they’re still a few days away Odysseus really starts dying. like he’s hallucinating and in so mych pain and he does even rlly recognize Eurylochus or Polites and like they both know that he is probably gonna die. so like in his final moments Polites holds him and is like “you can relax my friend,”

thank you for coming to my ted talk

(also alternate ending where by some miracle he hangs on until they get to Ithaca and there (where theres like good medical supplies and actual doctors he recovers)

#not tee hee #not silly #the odyssey #odysseus #eurylochus #polites #polites lives #but at what cost #(the cost is odysseus)#this was way longer than i expected #also im probably gonna turn this into a fic so dont steal my idea #im kidding i actually couldn’t care less and i love when people like my ideas #honestly this is kinda silly #tee hee #the sillies #them <3 #ok bye bye

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1shcakes · 8 months ago

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UIS Chapter 1

When MK came to his senses, he was greeted by a blinding light. He winced, his head pounding.

"Where am I?"

He tried to sit up, but a sudden sharp pain shot through his body.

"Argh! My… my back…"

He could barely move. His body felt heavy, like it was weighed down by some invisible force.

"MK, are you awake?"

The familiar voice echoed in his ears. He knew that voice.

"Macaque?"

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry, you're safe."

Safe? How could he be safe when his whole body hurt?

"What… what happened?"

"You fell, but I caught you. Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt. I won't let anyone else get hurt."

Macaque's voice was calm and reassuring, but his face was full of concern.

"I need you to stay calm. You need to breathe, and focus. You're going to be okay."

"Breathe… and focus.."

As soon as those words left his lips, his vision began to clear.

"Good, good. Just keep breathing, and focus on my voice."

As he regained his senses, the first thing he noticed was a strong smell of incense burning somewhere nearby. Then, the faint sound of a steady heartbeat filled his ears. He blinked, trying to get his bearings. He was lying on a bed, in a dimly lit room. He could make out the faint silhouette of Macaque sitting next to him, watching over him.

"How do you feel?"

"My… my back hurts," he groaned. "It feels like I was stabbed by a bunch of needles."

"You did just suddenly fall unconscious, so it's normal that your back would hurt."

"And the headache.."

"That too."

He rubbed his temples, trying to soothe the throbbing pain.

"Do you remember anything?"

"No. Everything's still a bit hazy. And I gotta say, you're really caring for someone who's usually SO full of himself, Macaque." He nudged his shoulder lightly, trying to add a bit of humor in this… not so fitting situation.

"Hey, watch it," Macaque retorted, but the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile. "And for the record, I'm only looking out for you because you're the king's favorite. If I let anything happen to you, I'd never hear the end of it."

"You're a real warrior, aren't you?"

"Whatever. Now, let's get you up. We've got work to do."

With a grunt, Macaque pulled MK up, slinging his arm over his shoulder.

"Whoa, easy. Let's take it slow, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah.."

As Macaque helped him get his bearings, the door swung open, revealing a distressed Tang.

"MK! What happened?!"

"Nothing. Just a headache-"

"Pigsy and I were so worried about you! We thought something bad had happened."

"Tang, please calm down. He's fine."

"Fine? He's not fine! He collapsed out of nowhere and hit his head on the table! Plus, look at his arm!"

Tang pointed to the large gash on MK's left arm.

"I'm fine, really. It's just a scratch. Nothing a little bandage won't fix."

"A scratch?! It looks like you were mauled by a wild animal! Come here, let me take a look at it."

"Tang, don't. If what we know about this.. 'infection' is true, we should probably just wrap it in a bandage and leave it alone. And wear gloves, probably."

"Macaque, are you sure? That seems like a rather severe wound, and I'd hate to see it get worse."

"We've seen worse, trust me. It'll be fine."

"I suppose you're right."

Tang sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a roll of gauze.

"Here, let me bandage it up."

Macaque carefully wrapped the bandage around MK's wound, tying it securely.

"There, that should do it. Now, MK, don't even think about touching the wound. When 2 days pass, we're going to replace it, alright? You can do this, bud."

"Right.."

Tang watched the exchange with an uneasy expression, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his attention back to Macaque.

"What do you mean, you've seen worse?"

"Wukong."

"Ah. Right. I'll, uh… leave you two to it, then."

Tang cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to leave, but before he could, a sudden flash of pain shot through MK's body, causing him to cry out in agony.

"Kid!"

"Ow ow ow ow!"

"What's wrong?!"

"It hurts!"

Macaque quickly moved closer to him, gently placing a hand on his back.

"Stay still, MK. I've got you."

"It hurts everywhere! Oh, god, my head… my arm… it's like something's trying to crawl out of my body…"

Tang watched the scene with horror, his mind spinning with dire predictions.

"This can't be good…"

He swallowed hard and looked over at Pigsy, who stood by his side.

"Pigsy, we have to do something! This can't go on!"

In 'old married couple' fashion, Pigsy held Tang's hand in his own.

"Tang, there's not much we can do. Let Macaque handle it, 'cuz he was there to experience it in the first place. We have to be careful around the kid, it could be worse for us."

"Pigsy! It could be worse for us? Don't you get it? It could be worse for MK! He could be infected like the Monkey King! This isn't some small bug, this is something life-threatening, and you're treating it like it's some common cold!"

"Calm down! We're all going through some stress right now, aight? Don't start shouting like a lunatic when we're trying to focus here."

"I am not shouting! I just don't understand how you can be so calm when our boy's life could be at stake! What if the ink spreads to the point where he's barely even human anymore?! Do you really want to see MK like that?! Huh?!"

"Now listen here-"

"You're being impossible, Pigsy, I can't believe you're doing this!"

"Shut up! I don't need you screaming at me all the damn time, Tang! What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Do I gotta be all cheerful and hopeful 24/7 now?! 'Cuz let me tell you, I'm not gonna be like that!"

"Pigsy-"

"Don't 'Pigsy' me! I'm not some stupid kid you can just tell to calm down, alright? We're not kids anymore! If you got something to say, you can say it like an adult!"

Tang was about to say something before the distressed screaming of MK cut him off before he could even get a word in.

"Shit." Macaque mumbled to himself, running over to MK and cradling his head as he kept on screaming and squirming in pain.

"What… What the hell do I do, kid?"

MK kept on screaming, not seeming to hear a thing Macaque said, writhing in pain on the bed as if he were possessed by the ink himself.

"Argh! Shut up, kid, shut up!" Macaque shouted, hoping the sound of his voice would break through MK's panic. But his words fell on deaf ears as the screaming continued.

Pigsy and Tang were just about ready to run over to the poor kid to see what was going on with him before he jerked and suddenly sat up, running towards the bathroom.

He was about to vomit, but it was too late.

MK fell down onto the floor and threw up a pile of black sludge onto the tiles.

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Mei lay in her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her fingers swiped lazily through social media posts.

"Hmm. Nothing interesting going on in Monkiegram right now.. might go to MK's place and play Monkey Mech with him."

Mei sighed as she tossed her phone onto her nightstand. The glow of the screen dimmed, leaving the room in a soft, ambient light.

She shifted in her bed, the thoughts of the mundane scrolling through social media not providing the distraction she craved.

With a sudden decision, she pushed herself up and off the bed, the plush carpet under her feet muffling her steps as she made her way to the door.

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The sun shone brightly through the window, painting the entire world in a vibrant orange hue.

As Mei stepped outside, she inhaled deeply, taking in the freshness of the morning air as she walked briskly along the pavement.

"Wow. It smells great out here today.."

She paused momentarily, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply again. A breeze tickled her face, making her feel relaxed and refreshed.

Suddenly, her stomach grumbled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before.

"Oh, man, I haven't had lunch yet, have I? Well, good thing I'm headed towards ol' Pigsy's, might snag a bowl from Tang if I'm lucky! Mmm, I can just imagine the smell of the noodle soup!"

Feeling energized from walking, Mei picked up the pace, hurrying towards Pigsy's store.

As she rounded the corner, however, she came to a stop as she saw the "CLOSED" sign at the noodle shop. Mei couldn't help but stare blankly at the sign before her, her brow furrowed in confusion. She looked back and forth between the shop and the sign a few times, trying to figure out why no one was inside.

After looking around a bit more, she shrugged and began to walk away from the shop before she heard a loud clattering sound coming from MK's apartment, which was on top the shop.

"Wait, what? Did someone break in!?"

Without hesitation, Mei dashed towards the entrance of the shop, only to find the door locked, and a piece of paper taped neatly to the glass. She removed the piece of paper and read it, noticing that it read "Sorry. Please come back tomorrow".

Mei crumpled up the paper and tossed it somewhere without a second thought. Maybe Pigsy wouldn't mind anyway. Then she kicked the door open using a trick she saw online.

"Hey! Hey, Pigsy? Are you in there?"

She glanced around the shop, finding nothing else to indicate that anyone was home.

"Um… hello?" She called out, raising her eyebrows in concern. "Is anybody here?"

No response.

With that, Mei decided to look around further. As she passed the counter, she could hear muffled arguing from upstairs. Curiosity getting the better of her, she crept up the stairs until she reached the hallway, peering into the first door she came across. Inside, she found Macaque kneeling on the ground, his arm around MK as he dry-heaved.

As soon as he saw Mei, he raised his head with a frightened expression.

"Mei. Don't come any closer."

"Eh? Why not?"

"Just stay back please… I, uh…. I'll explain everything later. Just keep back, okay? You shouldn't see this kind of stuff."

"But, but I wanna know what's going on!"

"I said I'll explain later! Just stay back!"

Mei frowned. "Fine. But I swear if you hurt my friend or anything, I will personally shove this sword where the sun don't shine."

Macaque let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And don't do that."

"Yeah yeah… Whatever. Now, are you going to give me answers, or what?"

"I promise, I'll tell you everything."

"I hope so."

The two remained silent for a while as Macaque patted MK's back while MK was suffering.

"O-Okay, I think I'm done…" MK sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.

"Are you feeling better? How are your symptoms? Can you tell me?"

"Better, yeah. My throat still hurts though. And my body feels weak…"

"That's to be expected, considering what happened to you yesterday. Also, Mei's here to visit you."

Mei waved awkwardly at MK, who gave her a warm smile.

"Now, Macaque? Care to explain what happened to my best friend? Or are you not telling me something important?"

"Ah… well, I… actually have a lot of explaining to do, if you want to hear it."

"It must have been pretty bad, if you're acting like this."

Cue Macaque catching Mei up on everything. From the events leading up to it, to what happened after they left the dojo, to their current situation. The story ended with them sitting in silence, contemplating everything that had been said.

Macaque was the first one to speak up again.

"So, what do you think? Do you believe us now?"

"… I honestly don't know, Mac."

#lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #unidentified ink syndrome #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk mei

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Urgh... I have the stomach flu. I caught it at a 3 day festival I went to.

The first day was fine, I set up our tent and spent the whole 24 hours listening to the artists and having fun. I do remember noting that the nurses station was quite full.

After I went to bed on the second day, I woke up feel queasy. But I shook it off and went back on the dance floor.

A couple of hours later, some dude leaned over and puked right in front of me. This made me loose the fragile grip on my stomach that I already had, along with a number of others. I think all up, there were about 15 people uncontrollably vomiting.

I went back to the tent where I just got worse. I tried to sleep but I just kept getting sick from both ends.

They ended up finishing the festival 12 hours earlier then was planned because literally everyone, even the artists, had caught it.

Now I'm at home, still being sick from both ends. Yet somehow, even with the pure liquid that is coming out of me at both ends, my stomach is somehow rock hard??

So I'm curious. What would you do if you were with me? Would you catch it too? If not, what would you do to my poor tummy?

(Quick note: I'm into tummy torture and humiliation as well :)) )

😳🥴 I’m sorry…this sounds like a fantasy I didn’t know I had???? Wowowowow…how do you hold in such a kinky situation when everyone else is so…*gulp*sick….

Anyways….fuck…okay…

I have never gotten a stomach bug in my life. Not a bad one anyway. So I’m gonna pretend, if I WERE to be there with you (moans), it’d be as an innocent bystander. Maybe I don’t go with you, but I see you from across the tent and think you’re cute. I’m already turned on from watching people get sick all around us. Poor babes. Such poor tummy’s. So weak…not strong like mine ;)

The music is loud, and despite the chaos, I’ve been watching you wrestle with your tummy for the last hour. I’ve been paying attention to your stomach slowly bloating, the heave of your chest as you hiccup and burp, the way your hands brush innocently against your gut. I can tell you’re either clueless about your belly ache, or lying to yourself.

When the stranger hurls his insides in front of you, I remind myself to thank him if I see him because I know you’ll soon have your first trip down the hurl train to. And of course, I’m right. I watch you puke all over your shoes, barely missing the guy who puked on you. Using the moment as my opportunity, I approach you quickly and encircle my arms around your waist.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. Let’s get you back to your tent,” I whisper in your ear. I rub your sides as we walk, you wipe your mouth every so often, but otherwise your arms are wrapped tightly around your belly. I feel your belly gurgle and the hiccups build. You softly moan, the short trip making you feel worse.

When we get to your tent, I gently strip you. “We’ll keep your clothes for when you’re well. You’ll mess them in this state, and then what will you wear?” Each movement you make causes a cramp and painful gas, making you pause, but you do as I say. Despite not knowing each other long, you’re already begging for me to rub your sore tummy, to pop the sick bubbles and let up the gas trapped inside you. Your shyness is nowhere in sight. You’re blinded by your horrible infected belly.

“Where are your trash bags?” You point with a soft moan. In the quiet of the tent, we can both hear your belly’s sick groans and gurgles. I grab a bag and hold you in my lap, opening the bag in front of you.

Without warning, I press into your rock hard belly. You gag and a flow of sick comes up and into the trash bag. “I knew you needed to release. Your tummy can’t even handle a little stomach bug. Look,” I put my hand over your lower tummy. “You’re already filling back up.”

Over the course of the night, you go back and forth from my lap puking, to crouching over a hole, clutching your stomach and moaning or praying to god to make it stop while I tease you and press hard into your tummy, making matters (and the mess) worse.

Must’ve been one hell of a festival…shit

#anon #seriously…wow #I’m so turned on by that image #tummy fantasy #(I’m totally picking these at random lol)#answers are answers

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wishamongtheflowers · 2 years ago

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Hunter

A boy was tied up in an abandoned building his sight blocked my a thick black ribbon. He had no clue what lead him out of the club thanks to his skull shattering headache.

"He's awake."

The boy perked up sober. Now he knew the situation. Fear risen up his throat, "Who are you!?"

"Take the blind off."

Soon dim light shot into his eyes. A snake loomed over him. Terror silenced his voice. The jaded serpent slithered forward, looming over him.

"I'm glad to see your now ready for our next step. It's so simple, a zombie could do the same."

She retracted back to her former place. There was another one. A person in a blue cloak, having a plague mask hide her features. The muzzled snake patted her resented servant's shoulder.

"Just stay still. It'll do the rest."

Frozen still, he watches the hexed doctor walk over. Clacking of heels, creaking of wood, crunching dry sediment like broken bones made they're predatory blue eyes more of a mirror to see Death.

"You're going to be okay. You'll forget about all you seen here and return home. If you calm down this won't hurt as bad."

It's voice held sheepish in the slaughter pasture. Distant yet kind mixed with a calm, soft, feminine yearning. It's spell took hold of his mind sending him into a tranquil state of numbness.

Gentle talons danced along his jaw with him eyeing his one of the predators in the room. There wasn't any life in its eyes yet there's a soul. He slowly felt everything twist around to a blur. Just him and it reminded.

"Forget about the situation. It's all a nightmare. A dark twisted dream my dear child." It's words are of a mother's love. Genuine care and comfort. Its body soon blurred and formed into an angel. She was fair, he wanted to go with her! She's is sanctuary from the hell he's in.

"Close your eyes. You'll be with me." His smitten emotional state obeyed.

Darkness infected his mind. Red and blue blurred into black and red then white. No thoughts or any memory is felt. His eyes whitened out, saliva dripping down from his chin, screaming had fallen silent; his ear bleed only little lines. Nothing deadly.

"Now, I'll take them where the rest are. You keep getting master's trust!"

Conflicting feelings mounted on Kido's thoughts. Amari is happy where he is now. Despite her mind being shattered, she wanted to stop this in someway so he doesn't remember who she is, his gift, his studies, all he once was before. Yet she wanted him to remember. Her confliction kept eating her rotten insides like a parasite.

At least she has a heart compared to her serpent mistress. She couldn't stop her emotions welling inside thanks to the heart which never beats.

"Hey Kido!" She looked over to see the garden boy running up to her.

It's only been a couple of days since the two been fermenting a bond. She didn't mind him around her it's just fear taking hold. What's Mistress going to do if she retaliates. Kido could feel all her joints dislocate already from the last time. Forget about it Kiddo. You're a tool ment to be discarded.

"Oh... you actually want to see me here."

"I was the one who told you to meet me here silly!" He held his usual chipper persona.

"Right right. So what's this place your going to take me to again?"

"It's a surprise!"

Kido noted Amari's smile held nervous curves, "You didn't planned place. Did you?"

"W-well I..." He was caught spot on.

Kido let out a mild giggle accompanied with a miniscule smile, "It's alright Amari. We can just... stroll around. Maybe see how high up we can go on the school rooftops."

"You can get up to the roof?"

"Yes," her voice is mild, "you want to check it out?"

Amari's eyes sparkled occupied with an equally excited nod. Getting up there wasn't going too hard, right? Well, the wind made the last steps to take difficult.

"Whoa! You can see the whole school campus from up here!" Amari went over to one of the railings. His open smile, shimmering sunset orange eyes, pointing out areas on campus.

Kido listened to his excited ramblings hearing how his voice echoes. A perfect place to sing.

"Kido come here!" She went to his side, curious.

His finger pointed at a well dressed garden, "That's where I'm usually at. Just telling you in case you need anything."

"Oh..."

"The others won't bother you as long as you don't cause trouble. If they give you a hard time just get me to settle it!" He still held protectiveness even though she didn't deserve it.

"I'll keep it in mind."

The two parted ways to their homes. Kido had moved to an abandoned asylum in the woods. She'd worked on bringing the place to be livable and comfortable. Electricity, AC, and other wonders where brought by sheer work and her curse. Within her sanctuary is all she needs to flourish her former talent.

Her mass murder had chosen their trees for the night. They're the only ones who cared enough to protect her. She's numb to her Mistress's undescribable punishments. She's what her owner sees.

Placing everything down she took a rest on a stool she carved out of a stump. Finally she's safe from the ratring. She can be fulfilled in her behavior being private and unseen.

The next day Kido was at the rooftop once again with her murder of ravens. This is definitely the perfect spot to have her voice heard. Mistress will be pleased.

"He's right, it's a good view of the campus." Kido stood over the railing with no care as to how it looked.

Enjoying the wind, sun, and the cooler weather. If it was Summer she'd be a hermit to avoid the heat. Winter is the opposite. Fall and Spring is debatable.

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