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littlelioncub43 · 3 years

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Stress Relief

Awww his wee face! Hehehe, anyhooters!

Summary: Justin has a bad day at school and you help him relax ;)

Pairing: college!Justin Capshaw x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI, obvi), mutual masturbation, cum play, cum eating, mommy kink, mommy!reader, subby!Justin, basically baby boy!Justin, edging, fingering (f receiving), hand job (m receiving)

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: I had too much fun writing this one, you guys hehe. I mean look at that sweet little faaaace!! Awwwwwwwww! Hehe, anyway, this is the 3rd fic for my birthday celebration week! The last 2 are Lee Bodecker fics so it’ll be a lot of fun! I hope you like it, tell me what you think, reply, reblog, or send me asks about it! If you wanna be added to my taglist just let me know! Any questions or comments? send em my way, baby! I love you all!

Kisses 💋

—K

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Today was your day off, a slight rarity nowadays. Taking the day to really pamper yourself, you were freshly showered and wrapped in your favorite teal silk robe, sitting on your couch comfortably. You were in the middle of enjoying one of your favorite movies when you heard the front door slam with much more force than Justin normally used. Jumping at the loud noise, you turned to see a very stressed out Justin practically stomp his way through the house. A surprised look etched on his face at the sight of you.

“Oh! Mommy. I must have forgotten that you had the day off,” he says with a sheepish smile, the agitation of his day still present.

You nod and smile softly, “what’s the matter, Sweet Boy?” You ask and pat the spot on the couch next to you for him to join, which he does.

With a sigh, he plops on the couch, his hand finding yours naturally, seeking out your comfort in any way that he can.

“It’s nothing, Mommy,” he mumbled unconvincingly, looking down at your intertwined hands, his signature pout forming on his face. You scoot closer and gently tilt his face to look at you, cradling his head.

“You know how I feel about lying, baby,” you chastise softly, your voice still gentle, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already does. You hear him sigh heavily.

“I’m just… I had a bad day,” he says in a small voice, his sweet blue eyes holding all the struggle he endured during the day. It broke your heart to see your Sweet Boy so stressed and beaten down. You coo at him lovingly and rub his cheek with the pad of your thumb causing him to lean into your palm, desperate for your touch already.

“Aww, my poor boy, I’m sorry. Do you wanna take a bubble bath and watch some cartoons with Mommy?” You ask with a grin, knowing how much he adores taking bubble baths, especially when he’s had a hard day, but to your surprise he shakes his head.

“No?” You ask in slight shock, “What do you want to do, Sweet Boy?” You run a hand through his hair, smiling at the way his eyes slip shut and the pleased sigh that leaves his lips. He couldn’t help the way his cock hardened in his jeans, you always knew what buttons to push, and it really didn’t take much to get him hard for you.

He blushed softly, something he does quite regularly, wetting his lips as he opened his eyes again to gaze at you longingly. You could tell what he wanted now, his pupils dilating with lust, his breaths coming out in short puffs, he wanted to play. His change in demeanor had you smirking knowingly.

“What do you want, Sweet Boy?” You pressed again, your voice sultry as you lean in, his free hand coming to slide up your thigh.

“I-I want you to touch me, Mommy…” he whispered, your lips a mere centimeter from his.

“I am touching you, baby,” you tease, your hand in his hair gently tugging to get his attention before massaging sensually. He whines in frustration, shaking his head like a child.

“No… no, Mommy, want you to touch me here,” he emphasizes his words by bringing one of your hands to cup the tent in his pants, gasping when you grope his bulge happily.

“Oh, you want to play?” He nods vigorously at you, his eyes pleading and begging already.

“Alright, Sweet Boy, we can play, but let’s go to the bedroom, hm?” You taunt with a small peck to his lips, he all but runs to your room, making you giggle at his eagerness.

Shutting the door behind you, you smile at what a good boy Justin is; he’s sitting at the edge of your bed, hands on his knees like you taught him, leg bouncing in anticipation. Biting your lip, you saunter over to your waiting boy, admiring the way his eyes trail over your figure in a shy yet hungry manner. Standing in between his spread legs, you rest your hands on his shoulders, his head tilting back to gaze up at you, his glasses perched cutely on his nose. Running your hands up his shoulders and neck to his head makes a shiver run up the base of Justin’s spine, you hum appreciatively at him, your eyes drinking in his handsome face and soft body.

“Hmmmm, I can never seem to get over just how handsome you are, baby,” you whisper to him, adoring the way he bats his eyes bashfully, practically preening under your praise. You bring him in for a heated yet short kiss, “so fucking handsome,” you mumble against his lips, he responds with a whimper.

His hands slowly come to your waist, secretly trying to pull you closer to his throbbing bulge. You tsk at him, “now, now, you didn’t say anything about wanting to touch Mommy,” you grin when he whines.

“Can I touch you, Mommy?” He asks like the good boy he is, you can’t help but give in to his requests, he has you wrapped around his little finger. You nod and he immediately wraps his large hands around your middle, sighing happily at the feeling of your silky robe. His lips lifting to search for yours, “kiss me, Mommy, please,” he mumbles before you smash your lips against his. Your hands hold him in place, moaning at how pliant your sweet boy is, his body submitting to yours with no hesitation. The level of trust he has in you never ceases to amaze you. He grinds his hips into your thigh, silently begging you for more, a reminder as to what he really needs at the moment. After a few moments, you pull back, both of you breathless and needier than before.

But then you get an idea. An awful idea. A wonderfully, terrible idea.

“C’mere, baby,” you bite your lip and pull Justin to stand up, climbing onto your neatly made king size bed, settling with your head on your pillows, hair sprawled out around you like a halo, smiling at Justin’s eager face. You lay on your back and pat your thigh, calling him to you, and he scrambles up your bed, panting in excitement. Just as he was going to hover over you, you press on his chest to make him sit on his haunches between your legs. The confused look on his face made you giggle softly. Without a word, you bite your lip and pull the tie on your robe, letting it fall open slowly. Justin watches with wide eyes as you reveal your naked form to him, cock now painfully hard in his jeans, his jaw falling open as you spread your legs wide, your knees bent to give him the best view possible. Justin can swear that he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life, he couldn’t believe that you were really his, that you loved him for all that he is and all that he was. He swallows the lump of saliva in his throat and waits for your next order.

“Take yourself out, Sweet Boy,” you say softly, watching how he quickly fumbles with his belt buckle and fly zipper. Once he has them undone, he shoves his jeans and boxers down to his mid thigh in one go. You moan at the sight of his hard dick springing free, the slick in between your legs growing with each passing minute.

“Mmm there it is, that sweet little cock,” you praise, watching how he takes in a shaky breath, his face flushed and slightly sweaty, “touch yourself for me, baby, show Mommy how you play with yourself.”

He whines ever so softly and makes a face, his eyes falling shut before he takes a deep breath, a large hand slowly wrapping around his weeping dick. The groan that leaves him is subtle, his hand offering him some relief but he knows it’s nothing compared to the feeling of your softer hands working him.

“Open up for me, baby,” you whisper, two of your fingers caressing his bottom lip which he happily accepts into his mouth, sucking eagerly, his tongue swirling around your digits. Once you make sure they’re nice and wet, you pull them from his mouth and tease your throbbing clit with them. The breathy moan you let out makes Justin open his eyes, your eyes are already on his, hunger and desire burning deep within your irises. He sees your spit covered fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit, pace matching his, and moans with you, his hand tightening around his girth, glasses sliding down his nose ever so slowly. You watch as he tugs his cock in slow, practiced movements, his pace speeding up as soon as he opens his eyes. With your lip caught between your teeth, you slowly push your two fingers into your soaked cunt, gasping at the intrusion, moaning his name in a throaty tone, putting on a show. He whimpers as he watches your pussy swallow your fingers, his face contorting in a envious grimace, your juices dripping from your folds and he desperately wishes he could lick each drop from you.

“Oh, god, Mommy, y’look so pretty,” he whines out, his eyes glued to the apex of your thighs, his balls tensing, his face gathering a thin sheen of sweat as he jerked himself off. “Mommy, touch me, y’said you’d touch me, Mommy, please,” he begged, his voice a pitiful whine, his lip jutted out in a pleading pout.

“I will, baby, I promise, just keep going for a little longer,” you soothe him as best you can, your fingers moving at a quicker pace, getting lost in the pleasure that your fingers provide. He whines again but does as you ask, his hand now stroking at a more rushed pace, his high approaching, his dick twitching as he gets closer and closer to finishing. “Don’t cum yet, baby, hold it for Mommy,” you say just moments before he comes, his head tossing back as his hand grips the base of his throbbing cock in a tight hold, a soft, high pitched roar leaving his chest as he forces himself back from his peak. You can tell that he’s frustrated, he never liked edging but he never disobeyed you either. He can hear your praises over the ringing in his ears, his thighs trembling in effort.

Bringing your fingers from your core, you offer them up to Justin’s swollen lips which he greedily sucks clean, a satisfied sigh leaving him at the sweet taste of you. You sit up, leaning back on one of your hands, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a headed kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Such a good boy, Justin, always so good,” you moan into his mouth, he leans over you slightly, panting heavily, his hand still cinching the base of his dick. With your eyes staring deeply into his, you slowly pull his hand off his cock, making sure that he knows what’s coming next, you can see his face twist in relief, nearly crying at the realization that you’re going to touch him where he needs you most.

“Oh my god, Mommy, yes,” he sighs in a croaky voice, his forehead resting against yours as his eyes shut once more. You bring your hand to your sopping heat, collecting your juices on your palm, then slowly wrap it around him. Justin pants heavily at the sensation, his jaw hung open, eyebrows pinched upwards, feeling extra sensitive having been edged moments before. Watching his face intensely, you give him an experimental stroke, his hips instinctively thrusting to chase your hand.

“A-Ah!!” He groans, his hands clutching the duvet cover beneath you. You smirk and start a steady, slow pace, loving the way his face twists with each downward pull or squeeze of your fist. You bring your lips to swallow each of his little noises, your pace picking up to jerk him off at a deliciously pleasurable speed. Tossing his head back, he cries out loudly, hips fucking into your fist desperately, you take the opportunity to suck deep love bites into the sensitive column of his neck.

“M—Mommy!! Mommy!! Mommy!!” He shouts in a quivering voice, you know he’s close again, so you stop and grip the base of his dick to keep him from finishing. Another growl leaves his throat, but it’s not a dominant angry growl but one to help hold himself back.

“That’s it, good, that’s the last one, I promise,” you whisper into the sweaty skin on his neck, your free hand resting on his hip now, caressing and soothing his trembling form. He’s almost crying, all the stress from his bad day building to a peak, his whole body feels tight, everything feels too tight. He’s chanting please under his breath, his eyes open now, forehead pressed against yours, staring deeply into your eyes, tears pooling at his bottom lashes. You give him a sweet peck to his lips which makes his cock jump and a nearly pained moan leave him.

“Play with Mommy, Sweet Boy, go on,” you take one of his hands and bring it to your leaking pussy, his fingers immediately starting to play with your drenched folds. The feeling of your weeping cunt under his fingers calms him down, his focus now on how wet you are rather than the tense feeling in his balls. “Feel how wet I am for you, Sweet Boy?” He nods, sniffling ever so softly, his eyes trained on your pussy, his fingers focused on your clit. “S’all for you, baby,” you whisper in his ear, your hand beginning to move again, thumb rubbing over his tip, collecting the precum and smearing it around, “I’m all yours, Sweet Boy…”

“All mine…” He echoes in a fucked out voice, his fingers slipping into your tight cunt, he grunted at the way your walls gripped his thick fingers, thumb rubbing circles at your clit, “you’re all mine, right, Mommy?” He asks in a daze.

“Yes, Justin, I’m all yours, just yours,” you moaned for him, knowing how much he loves to hear that, how much it calms him down and lets him know that you aren’t going anywhere. His fingers speed up, and you can’t help but match his pace, your free hand coaxing his hips to start fucking your hand again, which he does.

“D’you wanna cum all over Mommy, Sweet Boy? Shoot all your hot cum on to my little pussy? Will that make you feel better?” You taunt and nip at his ear.

He sobs and falls forward onto you, pushing you both on to the bed, both of you still working each other furiously, his hips still thrusting. “Yes!! Oh god!!” He cries, fat tears rolling down his cheeks at the intensity of it all, his fingers curling into your spongey g spot over and over, thumb strumming your clit in quick motions, hell bent on making you cum with him. Your legs begin to shake around him, toes curling, back arching.

“I’m gonna cum, baby! Fuuuuuuuuuck!” You screech as you cum around his fingers, your eyes crossing as you ride out your high, hand still tugging on Justin’s member which was practically an angry red. He moaned with you, loving the way you milked his fingers, wishing he was actually inside of you.

“Mommy!Mommy!Mommy!Mommy!” He warned you of his upcoming high, his hips losing their rhythm as you pull his fingers from you and angle his bulbous tip at your cunt.

“Let go, Justin, let it all go, Sweet Boy,” you encourage him, and he’s gone. He shoots his load all over your puffy lips, your cum mixing together as each hot rope of his cum paints your skin beautifully. A strangled, ear splitting scream reverberates through the house, his entire being shaking as he is nearly drowned in pleasure.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he chants under his breath, and you can’t help but moan, he never curses unless it’s really, really, really good. He releases the death grip on the pillows beneath your head that he doesn’t remember grabbing, the aftershocks of his intense orgasm still rocking through him even after what seems like forever. When he regains his sight, he looks down to see the mess he made, his creamy white spend covering your pussy and reaching parts of your torso and even on your tits. He’s gasping for breath, his head all fuzzy and lightheaded, he offers you a smile, it’s dopey and spent, having just came so hard he swears he saw god. You smile back at his, pushing the sweaty strands of hair out of his face, readjusting his glasses before peppering his face with kisses, whispering how much a of a good boy he is, how good he did, how much you love him. When you bring your lips to his, he hums happily before murmuring your name softly.

“Hmmmmm, you made such a mess, baby,” you say and nibble his bottom lip teasingly, smiling as he nods, licking his lips. He loved cleaning up after himself, mostly because of how much it turned you on. Slipping his tongue down the side of your neck, he scoots down to bring himself eye level with your tits, his hot tongue sneaking out to swipe off the sticky rope of his cum from your breast. He moans at the salty taste of himself, gathering more and more eagerly.

“Come here,” you grip the back of his head and bring his cum-filled mouth to yours, forcing him to pour it into yours, drinking it down with a deep hum. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, making sure to get each and every drop from him. When you pull back, his lips are slick with a mixture of spit and his cum which you happily lick clean, leaving him breathless at the filthy act.

“Feeling better?”

He nods immediately, all previous stress long forgotten.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he says and kisses your cheek, “y’always make me feel so good, I love you so much,” he slurs happily and sweetly kisses you, entering full cuddle mode as he begins to feel the effects of your playtime.

“I love you too, Sweet Boy,” you giggle and boop his nose, “wanna take a nap with Mommy?” He nods with a yawn, rolling over next to you, helping you pull his clothes off and toss them on the floor, you could worry about those later.

Once he’s all tucked in, you crawl in next to him, laying your head on his chest. He snakes his arms around you, sleepily rubbing your back, pressing kisses to your head every now and then before he ultimately succumbs to the exhaustion that fills his body, with you following suit.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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Can I request Ushijima not recognizing his s/o because his s/o hair is in a fro because he used to see s/o with straight hair

I DID THIS THE OTHER WAY AROUND. (Used to seeing reader with a fro, now seeing her w straight hair)

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Dkm

So your man was picking you up from your girls house who just hooked you up with a new install

You had to be at an important meeting in 20 minutes but the girl who does your hair only had one opening so you took it.

Your bf offered to get you there on time so everything was straight yfm

You waited on the edge of her street for Tosh cause big baby refuses to use a GPS even though he never knows where your friends houses are, no matter how many times he’s picked you up from there 😒

Stoopid

No I’m jk, he’s hella smart

Anyway,

You walk outside running your fingers through your hair.... (Feeling yourself like yessss)

When you see Toshi’s car roll right by you.

The street is empty 😑.

It’s daylight 😑.

Thinking he just made a small error, you’re relieved when at the end of the street and you see him turn the car around

You wave where you are standing at the end of the driveway

..........and this man drives by you again.

You’re looking at him like:

You’re there thinking: 😐🙃🙃 hahaha good one babe but drive by me again I dare you teehee 🤬

But he wasn’t playing a joke 🤣🤣🤣🤣 he doesn’t know how to 😭😭😭

You get a call and it’s Toshi

“Where are you? I thought you had to be at your meeting in 15 minutes.”

“I’m the only PERSON standing on the street, Tosh.”

He turns around and pulls up in front of you, sliding his windows down and peering to see if that was really you

“Y/N?”

You look at him like:

When you get in the car this man just stares at you like:

Like sir can I help uuuuuuuuuuuuu orrrr

“Your hair is different.”

“Meeting in 12 minutes—“

“You look beautiful. Very beautiful. I didn’t even recognize you.”

“11 minutes—“

“But I must say I’ll miss your afro.”

You turned to him, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“Awwwwwwwww thank you Toshiiii babyyyyy🥰🥰. Now please, step on it!”

Bday Event Masterlist

#AONE AND USHIJIMA BIRTHDAY EVENT #ushijima x black reader #ushijima wakatoshi x black reader #new hair who dis #black girl magic #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu headcannons #hq images

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ellsey · 4 years

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Agents of Shield Rewatch 5x05 Rewind

I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS EP

HYPE

BACK RUBS WHAT A DELIGHT

I promise I won’t scream this entire episode

Maybe

“I need to find her” he screams as they drag him out MY HEART

He was ready to take responsibility for everything until Jemma went missing and then all he wanted was to find her

Bah this general lady I had kind of forgotten about her

:( Poor Fitz having to deal with this plus all his trauma from the Framework

LOOK AT MY BOY WORKING OUT

Both his body and his mind

How sad that Fitz immediately thinks that he might have done something to his family :(

Also his monkey counting system is adorable and will be adopted by all future children this is not an option

His beard is so curly whirly

HUNTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fitz’s face is mine right now

Awwwwwwwww this is the hug to end all hugs

Fitz has an elaborate plan to escape and Hunter just blows a hole in the wall which basically sums up this friendship

Hunter, honey, this plan is poop

But I love you anyway

“Just his head set on fire? Nothing else? It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever heard...except for the sexy robot that you made that became human once you stuck your floppy in her love drive” HUNTER NO

Omg I’m dying

“We’re 100% compatible...50% of the time” Relationship goals y’all

“Almost got married again, until the ninjas showed up” THIS IS WHAT WE LOST OUT ON Y’ALL

“Distance is our savior” I’ve got some bad news about 2020 for you guys

“Can we plunder it?” HAAAAAHAHA

FERRET CAGES?????

Why haven’t I rewatched this one before now?

Hunter drinking a margarita while Fitz watches this is aces I’m dying

Enoch tells us the rest of the gang is in 2091

Seeing Jemma taken through a space rock again has to be killing him

Hunter looks shocked at seeing Fitz be so intense

The seer is...a small child...cool

Awww Robin I remember you

That’s a cool trick Enoch

It’s a lighthouse!

I spyyyyyyyyyyy PHIL AND MAY ON A TROPICAL ISLAND

That’s both happy and sad

Look at Fitz gazing at Jemma on her phone awwwwwww

“You two are so perfect for each other perfect for each other that it makes everyone a little bit nauseous.” Hunter will go down with this ship

HUNTER IS SUCH A GOOD FRIEND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Fitz has to save them!!!

Hunter’s accent hahahahaha

“Release the ferrets” YOU GUYS HAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Awww happy Fitz and Hunter!

Fitz just wants home and family :(x1000

Fitz and Hunter are a well oiled machine I love it

Oh snap that General is not a good person

Bobbi and Hunter are going to look after Robin and Polly awwwwwwwwww

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

“I love you.” “I know.” HAHAHA

They really do love each other and I love them for it

HE MADE IT TO THE FUTURE NOW GO FIND JEMMA!!!!

You guys, this episode is a delight and a joy and exactly what I needed right now. I think in rankings I have: 1. Inescapable

2. Beginning of the End

3. Rewind

But I reserve the right to switch 2 and 3 depending on my mood.

Let’s face it, this episode is all about Fitz and Hunter. It scores a 99999999999999/10 on the BFFS FOREVER scale. it also gets a 8000000/10 on the FitzHunter scale because look at them. Enoch also gets my Best Supporting Chronicom Award. Please don’t betray them in Season 7.

The song for this episode is “Run Boy Run” by Woodkid. I’ve been saving this song just for this episode. Hahaha.

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#aosrewatch #aosrewatchs5 #leo fitz #lance hunter #enoch #that general lady #general hale #may he RIP #robin #polly #I forgot their last names too idk

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1stunseeliefaelass · 4 years

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 13: The Hunt Begins

Strife immediately panics and goes looking through his inventory to find a crystal. Death however grabs him by the shoulders.

"STRIFE! Calm down, Miriam should be fine. Uther likely won't pay attention to her. As far as he's concerned, he's probably among the group that doesn't view her race as people."

"Still worth checking on her, you know? I do not want tiny getting punted." Strife states.

"She can actually avoid getting stepped on you know. I taught her a spell to make herself taller. A better disguise than her running around in country bumpkin dress."

"Ok she can do a whole lot more than just country bumpkin, I know, I helped" Strife tells him annoyed.

"Right, and you have such a good style." Death remarks sarcastically.

Strife rolls his eyes before calling Miriam up finally. Miriam meanwhile is reading another romance novel as per usual in the city library. She ends up hearing her crystal go off and quickly hops down from her powder puff for a bed. From there Miriam hopped across a thin line with decorative lanterns on it, using said lanterns as platforms. Once across the line she gets down to the table her crystal is on using a bucket for a elevator. Finally upon reaching it she answers the call in a very cute, high pitched voice.

"Hello there?"

"Miriam you alright?"

"Mmhmm, you know I am my big gunslinger. What's cooking?"

Death suddenly busts out laughing in the background, "Did she just utter the expression 'big gunslinger'!?"

"Oh go sit on Harker's dick Death!" Miriam shouts in a mini explosion.

"Uhm no thank you. Ahem."

Then Puck walks in, "Already did it for him."

"Wait a minute.....Strife did you get into trouble at another bar?" Miriam asks.

"No no not at all my Sugarplum Fairy." Strife tells her gulping.

Puck looks at him funny, "Wait are you and her an item? I didn't know you were into shots of hard alcohol."

As Death continued to try and die of laughter, Strife retorted to both of them, "First off, she's a shot of Jaeger. Second off, you, shut up."

Miriam is of course squeeing at the comment, "Awwwwwwwww. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

"AH! Sugarplum you're gonna crack the windows, tone it down a peg. Anyway, I'm calling to ask if you're alright."

"As I said I'm fine. Why so worried?" Miriam inquires gingerly.

"Uhm just uh...telling ya....uh....if anyone bad mouths my brother, keep your head down. Don't speak up about it ok?"

"Oh sure, but what's he done this time?" Miriam asks.

"Uhmmmm.....I may have pissed off a King, again."

He hears a tiny facepalm, "Really?"

"To be honest, I was trying to stop him from harming an innocent person." Death expresses.

Strife adds on, "Yeah, he's got on crush on her too."

"Zip it."

"Hey you make fun of my love life, I make fun of yours. This is the game we play brother, this is the game we play." Strife states.

Suddenly Miriam hears the bell above the front door ring and glances over, "Oh, I gotta go now. May need to help with this customer. It's how I earn my keep here you know."

"Right right, just stay out of trouble. Swear to me you'll be safe ok?"

"Of course honeybuns, talk later." Miriam says before ending the call with a smooch. She then scurries to the front desk where a rather scary looking pirate is. The old librarian is noticeably concerned upon meeting them.

"Uh ah.......Mr Ding.......uh-uh I mean Captain Leatherbeard. What brings you to my humble library? A romance novel perhaps?"

"Heheheh haha....Nah nah, you know I'm not into those books. They're nowhere near realistic, or worth my taste." The bald man said simply. His 'beard' lived up to his name. Scarred tissue and calloused skin that when touched was comparative to leather. He had no true hands, as one was replaced by a massive anchor. The other looked like an unfinished prosthetic, that is unless it morphed another tool. A constantly changing piece of work that could become multiple things, using the mechanical parts mixed with a good dose of magic. Course he hadn't expected to hear a sudden small voice pipe up next to him.

"Actually sir, the romance novels can be very realistic."

He glanced over to the small Pixie Elf girl, "Hmhmhmhm....how so?"

"They just are, I assure you." Miriam insisted a bit flustered.

"Heheh....and have you experienced any of those things in your books?" The Captain inquired, getting closer to her.

"Why would I be so inappropriate as to tell a customer such things?"

"Heheh....I hear it's inappropriate to call a customer 'wrong' on a subject."

Miriam gulped, "Sir it was only an assurance."

"Oh assurance was it? So, you're saying this poor lonely soul of mine could find love? Have a peaceful life? Could have someone accept me for the way I look? The way I talk...heheh? For the way I act? You're saying I can find love? So naive. So filled with hope in this cruel dark world."

"I have love, and he appreciates me for who I am. Never judges my little stature." Miriam states.

"Heheheheh....Well I mean you are quite a pipsqueak but, I've seen smaller. And besides, how tall is your great prince? Is he as tall as me? Or is he as tall as my beautiful first mate here?" Leatherbeard asks her whilst pulling his first mate over, a female surprisingly.

"Shorter than both of you actually, but I still love him very much." Miriam says all dreamy.

"Oh well then, since there is a small height difference, you mind telling me how you get all 'snuggly' with him?"

"I'm afraid I can't say, it's private." Miriam states firmly.

"Hmm, we've already gone this far? Why can't we go any further?" Leatherbeard questions before suddenly snatching her in his fist. Squishing her big time he inquires further, "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't pop you? What makes you unique enough for me NOT to SQUEEZE?"

Miriam finally utters the spell under breath, which knocks Leatherbeard back slightly. As the light from the spell clears, he sees she's taller now. Slightly taller than a halfling, lithe, and actually rather 'blessed' as well.

"Hohohoh....now I can see it. Hahaha." Leatherbeard says before putting his hands on both her shoulders, "Now I can see why someone as tall as him could find someone like you pleasurable. Mind if I take a peek?"

"I'd rather you didn't....." Miriam says backing away like a frightened fawn. Her black doe eyes certainly don't help her image.

"Oh come now, you already gave me one good peek. What's wrong with seeing the whole show, as it were? I'm sure your, man, won't mind. He isn't here to give any trouble now is he?"

Miriam began looking around frantically and finally just forced herself through a window. Naturally she was cut by the glass but in her terror she paid no heed to her bleeding arms and feet. Scurrying away like there was no tomorrow. Only for Leatherbeard to pursue her. He takes a shard of glass, and upon sniffing it, "Got ya. Run run as fast as you can, nowhere to hide from me."

Miriam kept running, leaving a trail of even more blood as she went on in her fear. Meanwhile the librarian takes the opportunity to call Strife, "Strife you need to get down here, Miriam's in trouble."

Strife freezes and asks, "Wait what do you mean by trouble? What's going on?" Suddenly he hears the poor man being choked out and yells, "What's happening what's happening!?"

The first mate then picks up for him, "Captain's about to get himself a new gift. Thank you for her, honestly. Captain's been feeling a bit antsy today."

"Bitch where's my girl?!"

"Look honey my time is short, so if you know what's good for ya, let this happen. Or you can just get yourself killed, your choice buddy. Either way, this one's on you." She tells him before slitting the librarian's throat and ending the call.

Suddenly Death gets his own call from a very scared Miriam, "DEATH HELP ME!!"

"Ah! What's going on, and please speak calmly if you can?"

"Just get me out of here! Please!" Miriam screams at him.

"Merlin, get a portal ready! Miriam you need to keep running, who's chasing you?"

Suddenly Death hears a yelp and a voice he never thought he'd never hear again, "So your name's Miriam eh? Heheheh...and I can hear your friend there. Hello there Death, been a while. Hahaha ha..." Leatherbeard tells him before singing the song Oh Death.

Course he's interrupted by Strife, as he explodes whilst hearing Miriam whimpering on Death's crystal, "You motherfucking son of a bitch! Fucking damn you, you goddamn monster! I won't let anyone I care about become one of your playthings! No matter how demented you are, so come at me you bitch!"

Leatherbeard actually looks impressed, "Strife? Heh, last time I remember you were just a squirt. Heheh...been a while, been a while indeed."

"What the hell are you on about? Last I checked, we never met!" Strife yells at him.

Death notices Morgen looking a bit scared again, and inquires quietly, "Do you know him?"

"He's one of Uther's privateers." Morgen says in her fear.

"Shit. Strife you need to cool it." Death tries to tell Strife before they hear Leatherbeard singing that song again.

He then actually lets Miriam go surprisingly, and menacingly calls after her, "Keep running, just...keep...RUNNING.."

From there everyone hears the painful transformation that Leatherbeard undergoes. His 'screams' of pain more like moans that slowly become a strained hissing sound. The bones snapping in place, limbs and teeth growing. Every visceral detail and bloody pop they hear on the crystal. Finally a low hiss is all that's heard next before the crystal is smashed to bits. The wereshark has begun his frenzy. Strife begins having a panic attack, imagining whatever twisted being he fears Leatherbeard may be now. He can't get the image of Miriam being devoured by some twisted amalgamation out of his head. No matter how hard he tries.

"Shit fuck....shit!"

"Calm down calm down, Merlin get that portal ready damn it!" Death shouts.

"Working on it working on it! I can't keep a good lock on it when she's running around as fast as she is!" Merlin shouts back.

"Then let ME find her! My crystal's still intact so you can track me with that right?" Strife tells him.

"Riiiiiight." Merlin says.

"Be careful, he's a vicious monster and you still don't know what you're going into." Death warns Strife.

"I think I got this." Strife states confidently.

"Don't be cocky."

"Bitch please, I know what I'm doing. He's a Therianthrope, magic can still work against him right?" Strife questions.

"You have no idea who or what he is. That's it, I'm going with you in case you get yourself killed."

"I have this covered." Strife insists.

"Now is not a good time to argue. If you want to save Miriam, we need go now. Merlin get that portal ready!"

Merlin shouts back, "I already got it ready, now stand in the circle!"

As they do so, Miriam turns into her normal self. Letting a loud little shriek as she does so. As the glass still stuck in her scratches her up more. Miriam then slowly climbs up a wall pipe and after getting comfy she slowly begins losing consciousness. Course Strife heard her shriek of pain and immediately bolts in that direction. With Death running after him in worry. Miriam's extra blood however, brings Leatherbeard's attention all the more. Eventually Strife finds the blood trail Miriam left, and he and Death then hear Leatherbeard breathing nearby.

"You go get her, I'll take care of this guy." Death tells Strife before taking a stance for combat.

Strife nods and hurries on, finding the blood trail has led to the pipe she's hiding in, and it's practically leaking out of the pipe. He panics and quickly whispers up the pipe, "Miriam, you alright in there? Miriam I need you to say something."

He doesn't get much of a response, beyond a sudden rapid group of little thumps going down the pipe. Finally Miriam falls out of it, covered in her blood and scaring Strife shitless.

"Miriam!" Strife shouts in his panic whilst trying to patch her up. Even ripping her clothes off to get to her injuries better. As he's working on getting the glass out and wrapping her up quickly. Occasionally he nudges her with a finger and each little moan she lets out gives him the reassurance he needs. All of a sudden, Death is sent flying through a building. Landing conviently right beside his younger sibling.

" What the fuck?!" Strife shouts before looking behind him. Seeing a massive wereshark staring him down.

"Heheheh...three birds, one stone." Leatherbeard says in a low, hissing voice.

Strife pulls out Redemption and uses charge shot on him. The first shot sends him back a ways. Leatherbeard looks at Strife, then at where the bullet hit him, and laughs. Strife then realizes, the bullet didn't even penetrate through that thick bastard.

"The fuck?"

"Heheheh, cute." Leatherbeard laughs before flexing the bullet off of his skin. It left a dent, but nothing more. Not even blood.

As Strife is trying to think something to do, he feels something grasp his hand. Looking down he sees Miriam hugging his hand as tight as she can in her state. Shaking a little bit as she does so. Strife then hears Death behind him getting up.

"Nnngh...try the electric shock and run!"

Strife does so and hopes for the best. Using his electric shock on Leatherbeard seems to be somewhat effective. The electricity slows him down and it pumps through his body. Strife then immediately takes the borrowed time to try and help Death up.

"Go! I'll be right behind you!"

"I'm not leaving you behind!" Strife hollers before getting Death on his shoulder. His other hand grasping onto Miriam still. From there he hurries as best he can to get himself and the others out of there. Suddenly Leatherbeard forms his prosthetic into a massive anchor flail and then slams it down in front of Strife.

"No more running boy. Heh....you grew up big and strong. Compared to the pipsqueak you were when you were young. Absalom didn't see your potential, while THAT ONE on your shoulder nearly smothered it out. Heheheheh...."

"Last time I checked, if there's one thing my brother taught......don't give a shit about what others think. Give a shit about what you think. And personally, I think you're an asshole." Then he set Miriam in Death's hand pulls out Mercy, and aims at Leatherbeard's dick. Using a lazershot he continues, "And just for you scaring my lady, prepare to lose your dick!"

Strife begins firing, whilst Leatherbeard pulls his anchor back to deflect the shot. He succeeds in doing so to Strife's anger. Strife brings out his daggers but sees even those seem to not affect him. As unfortunately his silver enchantment doesn't work as he'd hoped. He's then bitch slapped backwards into the square, hitting a fountain at the center. Strife then gets up with some effort and fights on, only to get slammed in the ribcage by the anchor. He spits out blood briefly and Death meanwhile finally searches his mind and finds Crom.

"I need a little bit of your power, that's it."

"A small bit, in return for your time later." Crom states to Death's confusion.

Death suddenly feels a surge of power in him, like a rising flame, a burning sensation as vines begin growing around him. He then shields Miriam in a small bubble before going on the attack. The vines catching a flame and wrapping around Leatherbeard as Death begins floating in midair. A raged fuelled fire consuming him, slowly eating away at his sense, as he begins burning Leatherbeard. Even thorns form eventually that hold Leatherbeard in place as he burns within the vines' grasp. The shield bubble housing Miriam soon harmlessly bounces towards Strife, who's looking at his older brother in horror and shock. As the vines are also wrapped around him and burning him as much as they are Leatherbeard.

Scooping the bubble up he shouts at Death, "That's enough! We've got her let's go!", Strife then hollers out, "Merlin we've got her! Get us out of here now!"

Death however gives no indication that he's hearing him. Fighting the power as much as he is using it. Unable to do much else beyond attacking and fighting for control of himself. The pain making it even harder.

He thinks he can hear Strife shouting at him, "Death snap out of it! Merlin pull us out now!"

"If Death's like that I can't! He'll pose a danger to others! If I bring him here he'll probably burn this whole place to the ground, try and snap him out of it!"

Strife then yells at his brother one more time, as he can see Leatherbeard smirking. Healing from the flames as fast as Death could burn him, "Dude it isn't even working on him, stop!"

"I.....must burn...." Death shouts as he begins to lose control of himself, then in Strife's mind he tells him, "Douse..me.....now!"

Strife nods and sees the broken fountain spewing water. He only needs to redirect it. Strife takes a manhole and tries redirecting the water towards Death. The water hits Leatherbeard at first but isn't doused. Death however is then hit square in the chest and is doused. Death reacts quickly by throwing an attack at Strife, being under the influence of the power still. It misses luckily and Death grabs his head suddenly. Finally coming to his senses with effort, and realizing he is massively burnt. He begins healing and gets over to Strife, only to turn around as he hears Leatherbeard snapping the vines. Death takes off towards Strife despite his extreme pain, then shouts,

"GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Merlin then finally does so," Got it got it, it's on its way."

"We're low on time! Death's hurt bad and Leatherbeard's coming right at us!" Strife replies.

The circle then begins forming around him, and Death manages to get into the circle. However his achilles tendon is suddenly scratched by Leatherbeard's prosthetic hand, which he morphed into a harpoon gun. Just as the group finally teleports away, Leatherbeard picks up the bloodied harpoon bolt. Death meanwhile is screaming in pain as the adrenaline shuts off, he can feel the burns all over his body and his injured tendon. War immediately grabs Death, throwing him over his shoulder.

"Gah! Could you please be gentle!?"

"Sorry." War says simply before hurrying to find a medic.

Strife meanwhile stays behind with Miriam after getting her out of the shield bubble. Merlin is about to ask but Harker comes in and does it for him, "What the hell's happening here? Why is your brother screaming bloody murder?"

Strife only shook his head, "Leatherbeard....nnngh....", he then holds his side as the adrenaline rush in him dies down too.

"You, sit down. I'll take care of your girl as best I can. Ok lassie, geez what'd ya do to yerself in order to cause this?"

Miriam shakily explains, "I was big at first....and broke through a window....got glass in me though. Me going small again.....well you can probably guess what happened...."

Strife then looks at her, "Seriously, you shrunk down with glass in you?"

"I was scared......but it was even scarier while I was hiding......I thought.....I thought......" Miriam begins to say before sniffling.

"Take it easy, he's not after you right now. Plus he doesn't know where we are, and he can't find us." Strife tells her whilst nuzzling her with his finger.

Then everyone freezes as they hear Leatherbeard call them up and begin singing Oh Death once again. Harker drops to the floor, screaming, "NO!", over and over again. Having a full blown panic attack. Miriam hugs Strife's hand right away and begins sobbing into his palm. The taunting singing goes on until after the third or fourth time Harker screams no.

"Ah Harker, I didn't know you were here. Heheh I'm on my way to wherever you land lovers are. And Harker, keep yourself warm for me. I don't want it to be too hard on ya."

Harker immediately hides in his serpent form inside an empty pot. Muttering gaelic swears to himself in fear and occasionally uttering things that suggest pleading. Eventually they hear him having what sounds like a PTSD flashback in there. Death comes back into the room with help from War and Morgen, having heard the commotion.

"What's going on? I heard Harker screaming." Death inquires with a slight hitch to his tone.

Strife points at the pot, "He's having a....'moment' in the pot there. Might want to go check on him."

As Death goes to do so, Leatherbeard has one final thing to say to Strife, "So, how often do you use the cocksleeve?"

"You son of a...!" Strife goes to retort before the crystal hangs up. He then notices Miriam looking extremely hurt by that. Naturally he scoops Miriam up and brings her close to him. Gently placing her to his face after removing his helm. She of course hugged his nose for being so sweet to her, a gave a teensie peck to it's bridge. His warm smile gave her a big reassurance as he oh so tenderly returned the kiss to the side of her head.

"Sugarplum, I love you more than anything. You're so much more to me than a cocksleeve. You give me what matters, you accept me just as much I do you. And that's just fine by me, in fact it's perfect."

"Awwwwwww.....you always know what to say." Miriam replies blushing hard.

"And she's completely red, you sure she's bandaged correctly?" Death states sarcastically.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure I patched her up just right. And uh what did Leatherbeard mean by he'll see us soon, he has no idea where we are? Right?" Strife inquires of him.

He thinks back, and remembers how effective a shark's sense of smell is. And both of he and Miriam have bled profusely between themselves, "He has both our scents. Damn it!"

"How the fuck did he do that?"

"He's a shark! Think about it." Death growls at him.

Both Strife and Miriam get a horrified look, and Miriam in particular begins having a mini panic attack. "Don't worry, I won't let him get to you. I'm gonna find a way to kill this bastard, you hear me?" Strife tells her calmly whilst cupping her in both of his hands.

Death then remembers Harker and checks on him inside the pot. "You in there?" Death asks tapping the outside of it.

Harker then comes up from the pot and is now in a smaller version of his true form. Being about the size of a house cat once he comes out. He then hops into Death's arms and begins to make a slight purring noise.

"Seriously?" Death asks before petting him like a house cat.

"Thanks Death. I know it's......probably not the best....time right now but.........thank you." Harker expresses slowly.

"Don't mention it. I'm only doing this to calm you down." Death states.

Harker sighs before telling him, "Thanks anyway, it helped."

Death notes his depressed and hurt tone, and can't help but say something, "Sorry if my cold, callous nature is making itself too apparent. Just trying to handle all that's happened."

Harker perks a bit at that and questions him, "How's Miriam? Is she alright?"

"I daresay she's probably about as scared as you are. Perhaps it'd do her good to hear from a person who knows how she feels right now." Death tells him simply.

"You think so?"

"Yes, I do."

Harker thought a moment before deciding to make his way over. Going into his serpent form and floating over in a flowing motion. He lands on the table near Strife and coils up into a circle before asking him, "May I speak with you and Miriam by chance?"

"Yeah sure." Strife responds before revealing Miriam from within his hands. She looks over to Harker and waves a bit despondently, "Hello Harker."

"You doing alright?"

"Better now, just still not great." Miriam replies snuggling her man's hand.

"That bastard. He just knows how to get inside your head, and mess with you." Strife adds on in anger.

"Yeah he gets inside your head and messes with you, real bad." Harker responds simply.

Miriam lays down on Strife's hand and tries to fall asleep, course Strife has a better idea for her. He stands up and thanks Harker for the brief talk, even suggesting they continue another time. For now he takes Miriam to his room, placing her on his bed and breathing heavily as he removes his armor. Still in pain all his own, but masking it as best he can for her sake. Wanting nothing more than to make sure she's fine. He soon has his armor off and checks himself in the mirror. Making sure he's not hurt too badly as he looks over his massive bruising.

"Damn, he really did a number on me. But it's worth it. Nnnnngh." Strife says before hissing as he turns around, looking at his back next. Covered in scrapes and bruises from the fountain.

"Ah damn it!" Strife hisses out when scratching his head, right where a bump happened to be.

Strife ultimately sighed to himself and laid down at last. Seeing Miriam all curled up on the bed was both warming and adorable all at once. Gently he stroked her teenie body up and down with his finger, only for her to hug it. He couldn't help but continue to let her hold him that way. Falling asleep slowly as he watched her keenly. The next morning Miriam woke up and seeing Strife asleep with his finger in her grasp made her truly happy. Gushing and squeeing on the inside, Miriam gently kissed his finger before carefully maneuvering around so as not to wake him up. Granted it was easy, given that she was barely the size of his hand. Eventually she made it to the floor and made a pitter patter sound running along it. Miriam upon reaching the door placed her tiny hand to her chin and began thinking of a plan. She wanted to test to see if it was locked. She found some long wire and formed the end into a hook shape. From there she tried to place it on the door knob, which took a few attempts. Once she finally hooked the door knob, she began to shimmy up the wire. Once all the way up it took some effort to balance herself on the knob. But after managing this, she hopped from the knob to the latch lock. From there she checked it's position and saw it wasn't locked, so she thusly latched it that way. She heard Strife stir with a light groan but he didn't wake up. Miriam then sighed with relief before hopping onto the hook wire and sliding down it to the floor. She then went behind the room's partition and decided to borrow a chair cushion to sit on the floor. Her grabbing of the cushion's tassel was enough to pull it down surprisingly, but it landed on her as well. Causing her to get smothered a little before she made her way out from under it.

"Mmmmmph.....mmmmnnngh....eeh! Whew. Ok. Now to wait." Miriam whispered to herself before getting on top of the cushion.

Strife then curled his hand up and realized Miriam wasn't there. He bolted up, "Miriam, agh........damn! Knew I was gonna be sore in the morning. Uh Miriam, you here? You alright?" He goes to get up but is way too sore to move.

Miriam however finally answers, "Over here honey! Behind this big, tall.....thingy! I wanted to surprise you with something."

"Oh ok, whew."

War however comes on by and tries the door. Seeing as it's locked, he can't open it normally. So he knocks and calls out to Strife, "Is it alright to come in?"

"Yeah it's alright, none of us are doing anything. You can come in now."

"The door's locked." War states.

"Well I can't exactly get up!" Strife retorts.

As War begins searching for a key, Miriam calls out, "Sorry, was hoping to surprise your brother with something. But, I guess it can wait.....want me to unlock the door?"

War laughs, "Uh yes, I need to check on him. Make sure he's able to move."

"Dude, I'm having a really hard time moving my arms, my legs.....just nope." Strife informs him.

"I could do without the mocking, but I'll unlock the door." Miriam states before going the through her earlier process all over again.

This time Strife is awake to see what she's doing. Naturally he can't help but give some comments and encouragement, "Doing pretty well, although one thing would make this easier and better. Try swinging, it makes it easier. We practiced on your landing remember?"

Miriam sighs and begins swinging like he says to. Course she ends up going in circles and in her little panic forgets to let go. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhaaaaaaaaahhaaaaaah!"

"Let go let go let go!" Strife shouts at her.

War meanwhile hears the commotion and readies his fist to punch through the door to catch her.

Miriam finally lets go and has her eyes shut the whole time. Strife then let's her know, "You're fine, if you kept your eyes open you'd have gotten a 9.5 landing. That's an 8.5."

"Hmmm? Oh....ok whew. Also, zip it." Miriam retorts before hopping to the door's lock from the knob and then unlocking it this time.

War settles down at this and then opens the door. Seeing Strife stuck on the bed and letting Miriam hop onto his massive gauntlet hand. He then lets Miriam down onto the bed and begins checking Strife over.

"I've never seen you this fucked up. Even up against Moloch."

Strife gains an grumpy face, "I would flip you off, but I can't seem to move my fingers."

War shakes his head, "You're probably just exaggerating.", then upon seeing all the welts and massive bruises he has when removing the covers, "By the nine hells, what happened? Next time you go up against him, I'm coming with you."

Strife then told him, "He punched Death through a building! This guy then bitch slapped me through a fountain, and he threw an anchor at my chest! Who the fuck brings an anchor to a fight!?"

"Oh my gosh! Is that why these look so bad?! I'm so sorry." Miriam says before cuddling Strife.

"Not your fault, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ow." Strife assures her.

"What would win, his anchor or my fist?" War inquires.

"Depends, how close are you going to get?" Death questions from behind War, whilst on crutches.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Strife immediately asked.

"A harpoon to my achilles tendon doesn't bode well for me. Although the question you asked me is one I have to ask you. What the hell ha-?"

"Anchor to the chest, and being smashed into a fountain too. Yeah be happy you're able use crutches. I can't do shit." Strife tells him.

Miriam meanwhile curls up onto Strife's neck and snuggles him a little. Course Death has an idea.

"I have some ointments that can help heal....all that. But I'm not doing it, Miriam, if you'd be so kind. I'm going to get check on breakfast, War let's give them some privacy."

"Why must we?" War inquires.

"Do you really want to our brother naked?"

War immediately shakes his head and follows a snickering Death outside the room. Once it's closed Miriam taps Strife's face to get his attention.

"Yes Sugarplum?"

"Think I could show you that one thing? Since we're alone now, and because it might make things easier." Miriam suggests.

"Yeah go ahead and show me."

Strife then watches as Miriam goes behind the partition again after using the blankets to climb down to the floor. Then after a moment he sees a flash of light and hears her speak again. But her voice sounds a smidge lower now,

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as I can be."

Strife then sees Miriam step out as a nude short woman. With long black hair and quite the 'blessing' for such a small girl. The curves she has aren't that bad either, in fact it's a welcoming sight. Only her eyes remained the same, pure black like a raven's.

"How do I look?"

"I'm glad that one muscle's working." Strife smugly remarks.

Miriam's giggle makes him smile warmly as she walks over to him to get the ointments on. "Guess that means you like it then? I was worried you might not..."

"Miriam, all I need is you."

She gushes and does her best to hold in the squee before finally beginning to get the ointment on him. Being as gentle as possible so that he doesn't feel pain. She hears a few pops and feels them too as things go back into place. Strife groaning and moaning all the while.

Meanwhile Morgen began tossing in her sleep again. She could hear that one voice again, in that ever dark void. Immediately she screams for Death to help her. But is taunted by the being for the effort.

"Why scream for such a man who cannot understand us for what we are? My sweet Ilona."

"Please Death, if you can hear me, help me....please." Morgen continued to beg, ignoring the voice as best she could.

Suddenly she heard a brand new voice, one just as terrifying though, "Let the poor girl rest. She needs it after all. Don't you have anything better to do, other than tormenting children?"

The voice from before answered, "You know as well as I do, this is no mere child."

"What is going on? Please just....no more....Let me go..." Morgen begs the two voices in her fear. One presence tries to pull her away, another however keeps her in place.

"She must stay." The voice spoke up.

The other however explained angrily, "I will not allow her to remain here. Release her now or else."

"Or else what?" The original voice laughed from beyond the haze.

Death is using the crutches to get around, and catches a sudden dizzy spell. Nearly toppling over but catching himself with the strength he's got left in him. He then hears a creepy, grandiose voice speak in his mind, "Prepare yourself for an unexpected trip."

"I'm not exactly in the best condition for...oooh" Death begins to warn him before completely faceplanting on the floor.

He comes to in a darkened plane, one with a swirling blackness that he can't begin to make sense of. He hears the screams of several men, women, and children. Then he hears a familiar voice from within. One that he recognizes above all the rest in that void,

"Please stop.....please...."

"What the? Morgen? Morgen?! Is that you?! Where are you?!" He shouts into the void.

"Death!? Death please help me!" Morgen replied as a sudden light quickly bursts from her chest.

Quickly the light travels forth and finds Death after a moment. Circling him briefly before leading him along. Good thing the Horsemen's mental strength is enough so that he can actually run. Chasing the light down, and hoping it's leading him to Morgen. Luckily he's correct in his assumption, and grabs Morgen once he reaches her. Morgen naturally hugs him in her panic.

"Morgen are you alright, what's going on here?" Death quickly inquires.

"Morgen? Funny name. You're not supposed to be here."

"Neither are you, whatever this place is." Death retorts.

"It's all in my head, that's where we are." Morgen explains whilst shaking.

"Come out and show yourself coward!" Death shouts into the void.

"Coward? I find that hilarious coming from you. Given your fear."

On cue some burning worms begin traveling up Death's body. He tries swiping them off and stomping on them, only for a pile to begin forming. Morgen quickly reaches into the pile after him and searches for his hand. Course the more frantic in her search she gets, the more her light begins shining. Finally it bursts from her entire body, engulfing the worms in a bluish white light, as well as the void around them. Morgen is left dazed after the experience but pulls herself together enough to make her way over to Death. Death's on his knees when feeling Morgen's hand on his shoulder. He glances up to see her looking dazed still and the world around them is now a bluish white void instead. Only a few patches of black remain, like parasites in her head.

"What's going on?" Death asks sighing.

"I truly don't know. Either it's an evolving nightmare, or some unknown tormentor. But this has happened twice now. It horrifying each time I go through this." Morgen informs him whilst sitting down to try and manage her dazed state better.

"Are you alright?" Death implored.

"I'm fine, just dazed." Morgen replies doing her best to stand up, nearly falling down.

Death of course stands up to catch her, "Woah easy there. I have you. You sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I'm only dazed. But thank you regardless. What about you? That looked horrifying." Morgen says to him.

"Little shaken up, that's all. Now, where the hell are we?"

"My head, like I told you before." Morgen replies simply.

"Ok I must've been seriously messed up from that incident."

"Uhm so long as I wake up we should be fine, I think. We just need to find a way to achieve that." Morgen explains a bit unsure.

"Please tell me that there is no ridiculous requirements or tasks to get the hell out of here."

"I'm trying to think of something believe me. Perhaps knock me out here and see what happens? Shove me off a cliff maybe? Falling dreams do wake people up usually." Morgen tells him.

"Are you insane, where are we going to find a cliff here? Secondly why would I even do that?"

"Then let's hear yours then smartass." Morgen retorts.

"Uhm let me think let me think, let me think of something good."

Morgen looks at skeptically before she starts hearing something. Turning around she sees the black spots pulsating. They're silent, then one begins talking and starts to sound eerily familiar.

"Hello little bun oven. When you grow up you're probably gonna be all nice and pretty. Yeah your Papa's pride and joy, and other things maybe, heheh..." Morgen heard Leatherbeard say.

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beth i diagnose you with baby syndrome ok anyway here’s part two of the trifecta aka cablepool

Nathan Summers was the most powerful telepath alive. He was more powerful than his mother. He was more powerful than her mentor. He could reach every mind on Earth at once.

Every mind except one.

Wade Wilson.

Deadpool.

The one person he wanted desperately to trust the most, yet also seemingly the least trustworthy man alive. He was insane, truly insane, and his mind was a beautiful fractured thing. Nathan couldn’t touch it without cutting himself on stray shards of broken psyche. Wade was an enigma. Seemingly transparent, yet always a surprise.

Nate loved him. Did everything in his power to help him, in his own quiet behind the scenes way. Nothing about Wade was quiet or behind the scenes. Nathan appreciated that about him.

But sometimes he had to ask himself how much of it was real.

Wade flirted, yes, but Cable had once seen him flirting with a headless, armless statue, then crying when said statue gave him the cold shoulder. He was warm and convivial, but he shot people in the head convivially. He broke into his apartment regularly, despite Cable happily offering to provide his own on Providence, and he had the habits of a half feral cat. He would slink in at all hours, covered in blood and smelling terrible but still nuzzling himself under Nathan’s considerably large shoulders and practically purring. He kept odd hours.

Nate didn’t always know where he went, what he did, what he ate, but Wade had a habit of coming back after you’ve fed him once.

In a way, Wade reminded him of home. Not the mansion, not Providence, not even Greymalkin, but the war torn world he grew up in. The ravaged hellscape he learned to walk and talk and love in. It had no shortage of scars, of sick, of twisted minds. Wade was a walking talking reminder of the inevitable, if Cable ever lost sight of his mission.

But aside from all that, there was a man. Underneath everything, there was a funny, kind man, with a sense of right and wrong, who loved food and kids and dressing up and watching Golden Girls marathons. And Nate loved that man. And Wade said he loved him, too. And he believed him. He really did believe him.

But he couldn’t be sure. No one on Earth could lie to him, except for one man.

Wade Wilson.

Deadpool.

He tried not to let that sting. He tried not to let it show. Wade, in his own way, deserved better than that. No matter what anyone said. He just wished he could be sure.

Apparently, despite his best efforts, Wade caught on.

He was at the large communal breakfast with his people, laughing, smiling, watching the children play. He was content, until he heard the noise of the teleporter belt. A heavy weight draped itself across his lap, and he looked at a familiar red masked grin.

“Did you miss me?”

Nate snorted, a fond smile teasing at the edge of his mouth.

“Why, Wade? Were you gone?”

The theatrical shocked gasp made him want to laugh and bury his face in his neck, but they were in public.

“Why, Priscilla! Was that a joke? I’m rubbing off on you! In more ways than one!”

Wade waggled his non-existent eyebrows and stroked Cable’s TO arm.

With a roll of his eyes, he adjusted his body to better support his companion while still allowing himself to eat. Wade pouted before digging into Nate’s plate of fruit.

“Aaaannnyway, Natey-baby, I come here on a specific mission.”

He grunted an acknowledgement.

“Very sexy caveman. But we have a problem, Cable.”

He froze, staring concerned into his eyes. Well, his eye holes. Wade broke into a grin, bottom half of his face exposed.

“Youuuuu don’t trust me!”

Cable blinked, pushing down his slight guilt.

“Wade,” he said softly, “I don’t know how you got that idea, but-”

“Shush your handsome mouth, you emotionally repressed beefcake.”

He snorted.

“OBVIOUSLY you trust me in battle. You know I’ve got your sexy backside covered. I meant emotionally!” He drug out the last word, making an arch with his hands. Some kind of joke, no doubt. “It’s not a surprise, Nate. You’re the world’s biggest control freak, and I’m the world’s biggest wild card. There was bound to be some issues. And don’t get me wrong, if Bea Arthur’s ghost looked my way, I’d leave you in a heartbeat. For at LEAST a month. BUT! That hasn’t happened yet, so for now I’m all yours.”

“You don’t have t-”

“Shushushushushushushushushhhh!” A gloved finger pressed hard against his mouth, contorting his lips. “I don’t blame you, lover! But!” He flipped open one of his many pouches. He pulled out a glowing container, twirling it in his hand theatrically. “Thanks to our good mutual friend, Doctor Strange-”

“You stole something from Strange?”

“I was GIFTED something from Strange! And not something! THIS, my overstuffed burrito of love, is a truth potion.”

Cable’s eyebrows creased.

“Do you want me to drink it?”

Wade snorted.

“No, dummy.” He flicked the cap off. “I’m gonna drink it.”

And with that, he tossed his head back and swallowed it down. Nate tensed, eyes scanning him for any adverse affects. Wade grinned lazily.

“Hey, there, blue eyes,” he crooned, “Were you worried about me?”

“You know I was,” he muttered tersely.

“Awwwwwwwww, Bable, that’s why I love you. I’m literally indestructible, and you still worry a silly old magical potion is gonna treat me bad.”

Nate’s shoulders relaxed.

“Wade-”

“That,” he continued cheerfully, “And your enormous dick.”

Nate choked.

“I mean. Talk about proportionate. I know you didn’t get THAT from your dad, me and Wolvie have been talking-”

“Oh my god,” he whispered, head starting to hurt.

“But baby, wait, that’s only one of the reasons I love you! I also love you for your stupidly naive plan that’s going to get you killed! I love that you think it’s going to work! I love your hope. And your hands. Just. Great hands. Can your TO hand vibrate? That’s irrelevant. But only sort of. I gotta say, I was disappointed that you didn’t have more metal on your, uh, ROD, if you know what I mean-”

“Wade.”

“I’m just saying, the writers are cowards for not going all out!”

“Wade!”

“Oh, right, I’m talking about your dick again. I really love your dick. And your everything. I even love that you’re a bossy jackass! ESPECIALLY in bed. Like. Yeah.”

Nathan’s eyes shut as his face burned red. Wade’s voice had a way of carrying, and several dozen people who had chosen to breakfast there were all staring. Their expressions ranged from shocked to amused.

“Wade there are CHILDREN-”

“That reminds me, it’s not weird that I want to call you daddy like burning, right? Especially considering my relationship with my father, and-” Wade’s own hand shot up, covering his own mouth.

He laughed, tense, before letting go.

“Right. Yes. Small children. Anyway! What I’m trying to say is, I don’t care if you can read my mind or not. I love you. Emotionally. And mentally. Ha, get it, because I’m cra-”

Nate cut him off with a kiss, chest warm with an unfurling emotion.

“Wade,” he whispered, “Thank you. Really. I love you, too. Emotionally.”

“And physically?” Wade shimmied suggestively.

“And physically,” he laughed.

“And I can call you daddy?”

“Why not.”

“And I get exclusive rights to your enormous pe-”

“Wade.”

“Personality, jeez, Nate, get your head out of the gutter!”

Nathan shook his head, grinning. The entire cafeteria was chuckling and avoiding eye contact, and his own face was burning, and he was in love with the man on his lap, and that man loved him. Enough to ask Stephen Strange for help proving it.

“Wade,” he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, big guy. I would even love you without the huge dick, because I love you that much.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“But please don’t get rid of it anytime soon, I would miss it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ok. Good.” With a loud smack to the cheek and a not-so-subtle grab at the last of his breakfast, Wade got up and started to click through his phone.

“What are you doing.”

“I’ve got to buy enough glow sticks to refill this jar and put it back before Strange notices it’s missing. See ya soon, lover-boy,”

Nathan laughed.

“Good luck, handsome.”

Wade blew him a kiss, winked, and vanished.

Face still pink, Nate went back to his breakfast.

#cablepool #needless to say strange is pissed #they're lovers in love #this is more comicsverse than movieverse

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BATIM Chapter 3 Liveblog

I’ll be watching Ertyez’s playthrough for this!

Keep in mind these are loose and unorganized thoughts, and some things I say won’t make sense.

I will check out the updated chapter 1 and 2 afterward. Want to get spoilers out of the way first.

Under the cut for length.

hey alice

WOAH ALICE

BORIS HAS A FLOPPY NOSE

rise an fall = steam description mentions something coming to surface, so you’re probably moving between upper/lower levels of buildings

BENDY FELIX CLOCK

hey, the Fan made it in despite it not even being a FNAF game

aww, there’s a nice hammock for naps. be great if a demon wasn’t trying to kill you

Bendy clock says it’s about 7:35

ooh, so that’s where Boris has been living

cartoons have underwear, good to know

henry is vampire confirmed

is there... ink in that toilet? that’s just unsanitary

ooh, those are some nice sexy ink textures

Boris is... adorable

and he has tea!

one of those cards has Bendy’s face on it

boris and henry are evenly matched

has henry like... been down here a while hiding out or

uh hey what the fuck

does joey want to like amalgamate these guys or something?? there’s pieces from all three of them in the college

aww, he has a little TV. does it get reception?

wait did Boris kidnap you

oh yeah, alice confirmed for speaking earlier

boris seems to be mute? alice was probs made from susie, her VA, so that probably means boris wasn’t

awwwwwwwww

cartoons confirmed to need to eat? unless they just do that for pleasure/fun

I wouldn’t sleep on a pillow with Bendy’s face on it

why the fuck is there a stove in here anyway?

warm soup’s gotta be nice. cold soup is just gross

this is so wholesome

you think Boris laps up soup like a dog

why... why can’t we go back exactly

wait are those bacon soup dispensers because holy shit

who the fuck would want cold bacon soup why is there an option for that

oh, so the flashlight has the “Gent“ on it. company name maybe?

don’t point the flashlight down the hallway of N. Bonnie will jumpscare you

denial is the best way to die down here henry

were those the things from the trailer making those noises?

boris... boris that’s the wall buddy

Boris I’m sorry for doubting you. you’re a Good Boy

giant sammy-mask style bendy head... I Don’t Like It

HOLY DICK THAT IS A BIG ROOM

ooh, this must be where they make the plushies!

joey stop expanding the damn studio the thing’s gonna collapse at this rate

singing. Alice must hang out here. maybe Susie donated the bendy plushie?

joey get your passive-aggressive ass posters outta here like half your employees are literally in hell

“I better get overtime for this“ if you can’t joke about the little things

only alice, boris, and bendy plushies. they must’ve been the only main characters, or at least the most popular ones

“why is there always something blocking the door“ he’s becoming too self aware

the new item glimmer is very nice, much more noticeable than the old one

ooh, they had a whole assembly line down here for mass production

by the way, the visuals are fucking gorgeous so far

ooh, new person! and he’s Irish!

that’s like the 4th person in this studio with some type of accent

how do you melt... a plushie...

oh no, alice angel didn’t become as popular as bendy. poor susie

Joey is A) very possessive of bendy and B) quick to temper (the steam description points out that Bendy is pissed). suspicious

joey has like a 1% employee approval rating, and that was pre satan

the ink is thick enough to sculpt apparently. Henry’s pretty darn good at it too (and he actually makes an on-model Bendy, joey)

is it just me or are the camera movements much more interesting?

I like how henry’s solution to open the door is to... start the conveyor belt again. whatever works I guess

is boris still in the vent thing

aww, alice has striped sockings. that’s adorable

no wait I change my mind this is not adorable

such a tiny little voice!

why is that poster upside down

this is Bad

that door has a start with a name on it. was alice already alive and given a room before the studio shut down?

NOPE BYE ALICE HAVE A NICE EXISTENCE

she has five goddamn fingers again

“I see you there“ mmm nope you don’t

oh cool she didn’t murder us up-front. take what you can get

too bad it was hinted out so heavily before the chapter came out that she was gonna turn, but oh well

switching over to this let’s play

oh hey, the candles are repurposed bacon soup cans, that’s a nice touch

are the plushies made of ink? the ink forms into the plushies, and that would explain the “melt them down“ line

her horns are bigger like Bendy’s as well, because, you know, demon

ooh, this is the path of the demon/angel achievement

mm, dreams come true, first wall message this chapter

dressing rooms for each character maybe?

oh no no no please don’t cry susie I love you

oh, so maybe susie isn’t alice and pendle is instead? unless joey still used her, her voice is so distorted I can’t tell

either alice turned to keep the part or she helped turn pendle to get her outta the picture

doesn’t sound like alice has the southern accent..

I thought it didn’t sound like her on the recording playing, that would explain why

there’s gotta be a way to fix this... the creator lied to us... dreams come true on her wall written by sammy... oh no

bendy you ass

something’s gonna murder us as soon as we go down that hall isn’t it

wait, did boris move the cutout or did he just happen to be there when it moved? I mean he was dead when the one moved in chapter 1

hooray, violence!

oh my god, the punch cards are save points. I love it

ooh, new characters! maybe the butcher gang were the ones chasing each other down the halls?

FUCK

oh thank god it’s dead

why the fuck was it behind a poster exactly

ha, I knew there was gonna be a lift

HOW MANY FUCKING FLOORS DOES THIS HELLHOLE HAVE

over here now

come to think it, the butcher boy died when you hit it, but Boris still left a corpse. maybe there’s a difference between making things out of pure ink and human corpses?

ooh new person

I feel like these new people might be the butcher gang folks? there’s at least two so far

take an elevator down to hell for your lunch break, it’s fun

shit how many goddamn boris are there?? this isn’t the one from upstairs, it’s on a completely different level

OH OH FUCK OH FUCK OH

oh, so there were like multiple attempts at making the cartoons, but the ones that didn’t work were torn apart, maybe used for other things

oh my god, Joey and Susie were a thing. because alice and bendy were a thing

YOU SHOULD NOT LIKE HIM CALLING YOU ALICE

okay yeah susie is totes alice, the near voice replacement is what joey lied about

oh shit she’s been murdering all these toons (or... rekilling them whatever)

her face is fucked. does being a demon fuck up the process?

ooh, so toons can kill other toons then? boris I need you to get near bendy pronto

the first vs the second time... ink machine mark 1 and 2 respectively? the mk2 did have a “stability improvement“

‘a few favors’ look I’m just not interested in dating sorry

okay so I was right, she’s more of an anti-hero than straight up villain

so even she’s scared of Bendy. can’t blame her, he kind of fucked her up bad

aaand over here

ooh drill

oh shit bigger searchers

maybe the searchers are looking for more toons to kill and take things from like Alice seems to be doing?

hey I mentioned in an ask earlier than an object-head norman would be pretty damn cool right?? ahahahahaaa

oh man the ink’s spreading through the walls? that is fucking awesome and terrifying

oh no boris

Bendy doesn’t seem to see you. no cutouts either hmmm

“I have you to pick up the pieces“ do I look like wally

which one of these characters had a tommy gun

oh okay, so most weapons are made of raw ink as well

uh hey quick question what the fuck

uuuh no I don’t need to meet norman. I think he’s got his problems right now

ah, I think she’s prying out the hearts of the others and absorbing them to fix herself

maybe that’s why sammy isn’t a searcher? it’s implied he’s the one who killed that boris upstairs

ooh, the cartoons playing on the wall is a nice touch

oh god, the lift’s gonna break like that one tape said isn’t it

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get to see it‘ sweetie...

oh, I think that susie creeping in there before she slipped back into Alice’s personality

called it, stealing things insides to fix herself

this is boris numero uno in terms of being correctly made apparently, so it might be that an emotional connection leads to the best results but isn’t inherently necessary for the process to work to some degree

GIVE ME BACK MY GOOD BOY

aaanaand going back for the path of the demon:

hey how come boris doesn’t get a room

oh look, animation supplies

JOEY YOU SON OF A BITCH I WASN’T EXPECTING YOUR VOICE

“you can even cheat death itself” aaah yep there’s his motivation for turning himself into bendy all right, especially if he was literally dying o polio at the time

“positively silly thought“ like sillyvision

okay, I think I’m missing a few small things like recordings but that’s at least most of the story. in conclusion:

holy fuck

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #ink machine #bendy #outdesign posts things #oh my god i have... so much more evidence for my theories now it's incredible

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Homesick 4 You

Also on AO3. This Hugdrien story is a sequel to “ All the Cats Out of Bags,” though it can stand on its own. It’s probably not quite as direct a follow up as I’d implied in my reblog (timing and set up needed alteration). It is also @miraculousfluffmonth‘s Aug 21 prompt, distance.

Marinette's computer blipped at her, notifying her of an incoming Discord message. "Oh, hey Alya, Adrien's online," she spoke quickly into her phone. They had started out doing homework, but had moved on to the ethical considerations of keeping sensitive information confidential. Alya was writing a paper on it, and the all her research and reading made her rethink a few things about her goals with the Ladyblog. "I know he's super lonely in Milan, so is it okay if chat with him a bit?"

Alya laughed. "Yeah. You've heard all this before, anyway."

Marinette met Tikki's eyes and smiled. "True, but for what it's worth, I agree with you. And I think your change in policy or whatever it could be called, is a mature and socially responsible perspective."

"Thanks, cupcake, I'll see you tomorrow," Alya said.

Marinette jiggled her mouse and signed in to her computer. Her chat with Adrien popped up.

Hugdrien : Do you have any idea how hug deprived I am right now?

Princess : I do, actually. I've been logging your hug activity for the last several months. You are going to require intensive cuddling when you return.

Hugdrien : Should I schedule an appointment now?

Princess : No need. I've set aside my entire schedule for your treatment.

Hugdrien : Oh good.

Princess : How was today's shoot?

Hugdrien : Terrible. Pretty much everything that could go wrong, did.

Princess : Oh, no! I am so sorry. That's awful.

Hugdrien : Camile asked my father why you weren't with me. She claims you're some sort of good luck charm.

Hugdrien : She'd be far more right than she realizes.

Princess : Really?!

Hugdrien . Obvsly. Have you not noticed how well my shoots go when you're there?

Princess : I just figured I hadn't hit a bad one yet.

Hugdrien : Yeah. Well you are the personification of good luck, too, and it counters my shit luck, so…

Princess : It's so unfair that you have bad luck. You don't deserve that.

Hugdrien : If it means I get to be your Kitty, it's worth it.

Princess : Awwwwwwwww

Hugdrien : I'm supposed to be getting ready for dinner, but I wanted to check and see if you could Skype tomorrow? Not as nice as actually hugging you, but seeing you and talking to you would be really nice.

Princess : Yeah. What time?

Hugdrien : Is 21:30 too late?

Princess : Pffft. I have patrols that start later.

Hugdrien : True. But since I've been gone for two weeks. Two god-awful long weeks, that is, I'm not sure where you are in your sleep status.

Princess : Pretty well rested.

Princess : 21:30 it is. I put it in my calendar.

Hugdrien : Ooh. It's… like a date and everything.

Princess : Skype date?

Hugdrien : It's a real thing.

Hugdrien : Anyway, see you tomorrow. Sleep well my bug.

"I just e-mailed you today's homework," Marinette said, smiling at the real-time image of Adrien on her monitor. "I eagerly await your… impression on the physics reading."

Adrien laughed, leaning back in his chair, the pale pink walls of his hotel room behind him. "Do you, then. Should we do another Skype date tomorrow to go over it?"

"Oooh. Study date," she said, giggling. She wasn't sure if he was intentionally using the word 'date' to make a point or if it was a hint, or if it was just a coincidence. Though their relationship hadn't really changed since her parents caught him sleeping in her bed, she'd felt tension that hadn't been there before. It was like she had a need to define what they were.

"Nino swears by it," he said, shrugging.

Marinette snorted. "I don't think they get much studying done. And I'm pretty sure they don't do it over Skype."

He sighed. "Yeah. Hard to cuddle from another country."

"Digital cuddle date?" she asked.

"That is definitely not a thing," he said, pouting.

"It would be missing a crucial component, yeah." She nodded in agreement. It was nice to be able to see him, but it almost made her miss him more. When she watched his hand slide through his freshly washed hair, pushing it back, she felt a pang of jealousy. She wanted to be the one to tangle her fingers in that soft mess.

"I really miss you," he said, his voice softer all of a sudden. "It's… always hard to be away from Paris, but it's extra hard this time."

"Why do you suppose that is?" she asked, trying not to let any of her hopes form into full ideas.

"You," he said simply.

She straightened up, one hand coming up to tap the center of her chest. "Me? How?"

He tilted his head and gazed at his fingers, tracing patterns on the table in front of him. "Both sides of you have been important to me since we met, but now, you're just this constant wonderful presence in my life. And I don't think I can go an hour without finding something I want to share with you, or a pun I want to tell you." A small uncertain smile settled on his face. "I used to miss Ladybug when I had to go away, of course. But that was… shallower in a way. Now it's like being homesick, only for a person rather than a place."

"Oh," she whispered, finding it strangely difficult to breathe. She reached out and touched his cheek on the screen. It was hard and warm, nothing like his face in real life. "I miss you a lot, too. I don't think I really have the words to explain it."

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, more uncertain than she'd ever heard him.

"You can tell me anything, Kitty," she insisted.

"It's… um… intense. Very personal and potentially embarrassing. I don't want you to feel pressured in any way." His hand ran from his forehead, through his hair, to finally rest on the back of his neck. "You don't have to have a response to it. I just… I feel like I'm lying by not telling you."

"It's okay," she promised. "I am very familiar with personal and embarrassing. You've met my parents, remember?" She snickered. "You know, those people who give you bread baking lessons and sex advice at the same time." She felt her cheeks heat up.

He nodded and took a breath. "Okay. Uhm… this is harder than I expected." His eyes flicked down to his hands than seemed to consciously come back up to meet hers. "I really like you Mari."

Oh. That was definitely okay. "I like you, too."

"It's… quite a bit stronger than friend kind of like," he explained. Oh god, he was blushing and it was adorable. "Uhm. A lot stronger. And different. I'd noticed it before. I mean, I was definitely crushing on you when you took the zip line. And then you hugged me, which was just soperfect. It was a little moment of heaven. I thought hanging out with you and getting hugs once in a while would be enough, you know?"

She nodded, but he continued before she could speak.

"And it was . But then I found out you're my partner, and it was like a door opened up and I could see you so much better." He was talking quickly, rushing to get his thoughts out. "There were no more secrets or barriers. I knew you, and you knew me."

This part of his rambling monologue resonated with her. Learning he was Chat Noir, her secret best friend, had dramatically changed her understanding of him. She nodded, but didn't try to interrupt.

"But about a month ago… a month before I left, I mean, when we were watching movies, I looked at you and I realized it." He was waving his hands around at this point.

"Realized what?" she prompted.

"I just looked at you and I thought, oh. I love her." He froze for a moment, his mouth hanging open as he stared at her through the monitor. "And thinking it, it just felt right. There was this calm that sort of washed over me. It was natural and comfortable, like finding where you belong."

"Oh. Wow." Her fingers had wrapped themselves in the front of her shirt, clinging desperately.

"And you absolutely don't have to do anything with this information," he held out both hands and shook his head. "You don't have to feel the same way for me. I just… I know that when Chat flirted with Ladybug, it was easy to brush it off. It was fun, but lacked depth, and… I was actually in love with you then, as Ladybug, but I never really made that clear. And I wanted to be clear this time around." He let out a heavy breath. "So… yeah. Uhm." He glanced around his room. "I should probably let you get to sleep, so…"

"Would you go out with me?" she blurted. She hadn't meant to ask like that, rushed and crazy. She wanted to give him some beautiful words, but her brain was not cooperating at the moment.

"Uhm… what?" He looked so hopeful.

"When you get back to Paris," she said. "Would you go out to dinner with me?"

"Like a date?" he asked.

Smiling, she nodded eagerly. "Not like a date, but an actual date."

"Yes," he said, beaming and nodding. "Yes, I would love to do that."

She nodded, wondering if he was almost overwhelmed by happiness like she was. "Okay. I'll plan something."

Marinette's phone chimed. Figuring it was Alya, she ignored it and focused on her history homework. The phone chimed again.

"Ooh. Marinette," Tikki said, swiping her paws over the screen. "It's Adrien."

"Oh!" She straightened up so abruptly, she nearly tipped over her chair. "Oops."

Kitty : I miss U!

Kitty : Want to see U!

Smiling, she texted back. "I miss U 2!" She followed up with, "Wanna Skype 2night?"

Kitty : Can't. <sad kitty emoji> There are reservations. And plans.

He'd be home in a few more days, and she'd planned out a nice date for them that allowed for cuddling while hitting a couple of their favorite places in both forms. "Don't be sad," she sent back. "It's Friday. You can text me even if it's late when you get done."

She heard footsteps on the stairs, heavier than Mama, but swifter than Papa. She turned just in time to see Adrien burst into the room. His cheeks were pink, maybe from the wind, and he was holding a bouquet of red roses. "Hi." His steps faltered. "I got off early for good behavior."

She got out of her chair so fast it fell over, and she didn't care. She rushed toward him, throwing her arms around him. "You need so many hugs." To be fair, she wanted a whole lot of hugs, too.

The bunch of flowers settled in the center of her back as he returned her eager embrace. "My father is still in Milan, will be for the whole next week."

"Excellent. You can stay the whole time." She burrowed her face in the front of his shirt, breathing in his scent. Next time he had to travel, she was making him leave a shirt. "Did you bring clothes?"

"Did he bring clothes?" Plagg's slightly nasal voice piped up. "He's ready to move in, Princess."

"Good." She felt giddy. Without letting go, she leaned back to look up at him. There were shadows under his eyes, things they'd had to hide with makeup that told her he needed rest, but he looked happy. "Welcome home Kitty."

He leaned in a little, brushing her nose lightly with his. "May I kiss you? I really want to kiss you."

Giggling, she tilted her chin up to him. "I'd like that." Her initial impression was warm and soft. It was slightly reminiscent of the kiss she'd given him during an unfortunate valentine related akuma. There was no rush of desire or fireworks, it was more of a sense of peace settling over her, as if she'd been tightly tense since their last Skype chat, and his kiss melted it all away.

At the end of the kiss, he didn't pull away immediately. His eyes were still closed as his slow breath brushed over her face. "Hmm." His eyes fluttered open. "I think I'm kiss deficient."

"Oh no." She moved one hand to his cheek as she attempted to role play dismay. She was too happy. "We'll have to fix that, too."

He kissed her cheek and stepped back. "I'm taking you to dinner. If you're willing to accompany me, that is."

"But I have a date all planned for Wednesday," she protested. "I made reservations, and everything."

He grinned. "Is there a rule that says you can't take me out Wednesday if I take you out now?"

She'd wanted to be responsible for the first date, but it wasn't worth getting bent out of shape over. She shook her head.

He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Good. Because I think we're date deficient, too, and we'll have to work hard to address that."

Next in series > Furrever Home

There will be one more story in the Hugdrien series for Fluffgust.

#Miraculous Ladybug #mlfluffmonth #Hugdrien #my writing #fanfic #ML Fluffgust 2017

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SE4SON: Chapter 15

With the quartz quest finally completed, Jimmy and Nick decided to relax with their weird yet lovable friends for the rest of the day, after they had their short power nap. It wasn't fully dark outside yet, but that didn't mean they couldn't set a campfire and enjoy a good moose frank roast. Butterscotch was chomping his teeth into an oat cake Nick promised he'd bake. Diana roasted five franks on the same stick, Rodent Girl would roast cheese with her franks, and Benson kept burning his because he isn't sure whether his meat is done or not. While eating, Jimmy and Nick told them about stuff in the twenty first century. Nick usually tells scary stories around campfires, but it wasn't all that dark.

"The future is sooooooo weird yet very astonishing! Work is done more easier and fun is more fun! Tell me more!" Said Rodent Girl. "Okay. There's this little box, well nowadays most of them are pretty much flat and wide, with a window on it. It magically projects moving pictures that tell stories. It's called television. T.V. for short." Said Nick. "Ooooooooooooooh!" Wowed Rodent Girl, Diana, Butterscotch, and Benson. "Unfortunately, rarely anyone watches TV, in our generation, anymore. All the real fun happens on the internet!" "What is the internet?" Asked Benson. "It's a bit complicated to explain, so I'll try to keep it short and sweet. Opportunities are universal on the internet. You can only access it on a computer, with wifi. A computer looks similar to a TV, but has a 'typewriter' attached to it. You can play brightly colored games, do your shopping in peace, share your written diaries anonymously, and much more, and I'm gonna stop there cuz I said I'd keep it short and sweet. And also, some things on the internet are evil, but I won't go into that." "It sounds too good to be true! How do machines such as the internet even work? What, or who, is inside this box, anyway?" Asked Diana.

Jimmy responded with his techno babbling, explaining the full details of an open source system and how it operates. Nick had to cut him off, since his words brought nothing but confusion to his new friends. So like Nick, Jimmy decided to go short and sweet as well.

"*Sigh* Science. It's like magic, but manmade. And it actually works." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Again, wowed Rodent Girl, Diana, Butterscotch, and Benson. "If you do get home and decide to visit us, could you bring me one of those cardiovasculars?" Asked Diana. "I want a fondue maker! A tub sized one! Make sure it comes with a year supply of swissssssss!" Screamed Rodent Girl. "Please, please! If there's anything I'd want more, get me a dishwasher!" Benson begged. "Houyhnhnm. (I just want a helicopter.)" Whinned Butterscotch. "Those things are very expensive." Said Nick. "Awwwwwwwww." The four of everyone moaned. "I can manufacture those myself!" Said Jimmy. "Yayyyyyyyyyyyyy!" "But we shouldn't tamper with the timeline like that. The effect could be adverse." "Awwwwwwwww." "No fondue maker?" Cried Rodent Girl. "But, I can bring back some of my cooking. I'll even write down some recipes." Said Nick. "Yayyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Rodent Girl came up to Nick and then hugged him deeply.

"Thank you, friend! I wish you two didn't have to leave!" Cried Rodent Girl again. "Well, it's only temporary when the next storm comes." Nick replied "I wish it never rained!" "What is going on here?" A familiar voice was heard.

Jimmy and Nick froze. Everyone turned around. Mitzi had returned from work again.

"We were just talking about fondue makers and broken hearts." Rodent Girl responded to Mitzi. "Interesting. Anyhow, I thought this over while at work, and I'd like you to know that I'm here to apologize." "Huh?" Both Jimmy and Nick. "Diana, I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday and for being so selfish. Oona, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable with those rat puns. I'll try to resist making one ever again."

The two boys glared up at Mitzi, both with the same facial expression, and their arms crossed. After all the trouble and anxiety Mitzi put them through, they might moreover have their apology too. Mitzi glared back at the boys. She can tell they already knew she tried to foil their plan.

"How 'bout it?" Asked Mitzi. "Hmmmm, you did apologize. I think all's left to do is forgive and forget." Replied Diana.

Diana got up from her log and hugged her friend. Mitzi didn't show any sign of being crushed, that's because Diana was just wrapping her arms around her, without using any of her strength. Everyone was touched over this scenery except Jimmy and Nick. Mitzi is still a horrible person in their eyes, no matter how sweet the moment looked. She sabotaged their time machine, and she didn't even apologize to them. The boys are sick of having to content with her bull. Someone oughta do something about it. Nick lowered his head to Jimmy's ear, and whispered.

"I have a plan. I'll wake you up for it."

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[*Early morning*]

The sun was beginning to raise, but everyone was still asleep. Mitzi had just finished a small breakfast, contesting of toast with jam and a black coffee, and packed her lunch ahead of time. She then took her plate and mug to the counter for Benson to wash. When she got there, she found a note laying around.

Mitzi, I want to talk to you about... uhhhhhhhh.... ...a thing. Come into the shed and we can discuss this, thing, in private. Diana. P.S. Why are you so mean to Nick and Jimmy? They're super cool!

Mitzi immediately rushed to the shed after reading the message. However, when she got there, all she found in the shed was emptiness. After that, the door slammed close, leaving the shed in pitch darkness. The darkness was short lived when a lantern lit up the room. Jimmy and Nick were there, guarding the door behind them. Mitzi's heart pounded in her chest.

"I KNEW IT! I knew thou were up to no good! Luckily, I had myself prepared! Now perish!" Screamed Mitzi, then held up a crucifix. "*Yawn* Like that's gonna work. We're not demons, lady." Said Nick. "Lies! Lies you tell! There probably is no future awaiting for your return! You're not like any of us! You dress funny! You talk weird! You're little friend talks even weirder!" "Leave Jimmy out of this! And I'm sorry we don't fit in the middle age description of 'natural fashion!'" "And what do you expect future people to look like? Time advances as it progresses, and humanity starts to improve! Actually, it's also getting worse, too. Demons are myths! Hoax! A construct of religious conviction!" Said Jimmy. "If you were demons, you'd still deny it!"

Nick was at his last straw now. He walked up to Mitzi, grabbed the cross, and threw it aside.

"We just wanna talk." "'Wanna talk,' that's what they all say! And before you know it, you're being taken away from your family and into their rebellion, where they soon strip to reveal their true form, and you realize your feelings have been toyed with this whole time! Then you spend the rest of your youth performing slavery labor under vile conditions that are hazardous to your health, fed only one bowl of gruel a day! A world where friendships were torn apart for survival, and nobody loves you there! I have lost one family, and I'm not gonna let you ruin this one!"

Jimmy and Nick hesitated for a moment. It sounded as though Mitzi explained her whole background story.

"What's with this silence?! Speak now!" Mitzi demanded. "Look; I'm sorry what happened to you, and your family, but you need to stop acting like a bitch." Replied Nick. "'Cuse me, demon?" "Ever since we first arrived, you've shown absolutely nothing but disgust towards us, regardless of how nice we've been! You even began to take your anger out on your current family!" "Hey! I apologized, didn't I? And I don't care if you have halos floating above your heads! I will not be suckered into another demon's false kindness!" "For the last time, we are not demons! We just wanna go home! I wanna take a hot bath! I wanna binge watch on CageFlix while laying in bed! I wanna blow my allowance on convenient store snacks with high calories! I DON'T wanna sacrifice some stranger's life to a cult! I know you've dealt with some horrible people, or whatever they were, in the past. We're not them! We want to see our families as well! Would it kill you to at least learn to know us better, instead of constantly judging us?! You might not make any new friends with this attitude!"

Jimmy was paralyzed by Nick's words. Not because they sounded empowering, but the way he summed up Mitzi, it reminded him of someone: Himself. Jimmy's always making enemies. He's only eleven years old, yet he managed to mold himself the biggest rouge's gallery more than any existing hero ever had. Like Mitzi, he has also been suckered by his own villain's schemes occasionally. This has developed some trust issues with the boy genius. If a villain were to say they wanted to redeem themself, or he met with a person who looked slightly sinister, he feels that someone isn't worth trusting. However, Tee turned out to be redeemed, even though Jimmy protested at first. Maybe he should start acting like a real genius and look into his facts. After all, he learned to trust Nick after he opened up to him.

Mitzi tried to think of a good response to Nick's lecture, but she just couldn't find the right words. She didn't know what to say, yet she won't accept that she's been defeated. Despite how angry her expression looked, she spoke in a calm tone,

"I have to go to work."

Nick turned to Jimmy, thinking he'd know how to reply to that. The boy genius only shrugged. They might as well just let her go. After having approval from Nick, Jimmy stepped out of the way to let her through. After Mitzi reached the door and opened it, she shot Jimmy and Nick one last glare for the day. When she exited the shed, she slammed the door behind her. Jimmy was worried she might try to vandalize their time machine again, but then Nick let him know that he hid it somewhere she can't find it. The two boys took their lantern, and their leave. As they walked back to the barn, Jimmy still thought about what Nick had told Mitzi earlier. The taller boy began to notice his friend's concerned look.

"You alright there, Jim?" "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm okay. I was still thinking about... ...persuading the king." "Persuading the king?" "Yeah. We talked about it the other night, remember?" "Yes, I remember. I still think we're walking on thin ice here. We're talking man of the hour, the one who owns a whole world surrounded by these four walls." "Psychology, Nick. Psychology." "How do we get to him? Walking into a domain of a powerful authority figure sounds pretty difficult, if you look at it my way." "Sneaking into the king's jewel mine didn't seem like a problem to you." "I know, but we're facing the king up close, and who knows how many guards he owns?" "Will you stop worrying, okay? You have to trust me on this. It takes an IQ of 215 to butter up even the most stubborn-est fascists. Our new friends, minus Mitzi, have done so much for us, I think we oughta pay them back." "Yeah, you have a good point. I'm still a little doubtful, however." "If it makes you feel any safer, we'll take Diana along with us." "Bringing along a 6'3 lady with a well-built body that puts Jet Fusion's biceps to shame sorta makes me feel a little safer. But you know what will make me feel safest?" "Being armed?" "Staying right by your side."

Jimmy grinned at Nick. If this mission will cost them their lives, Nick would rather die next to his best friend than to die alone. It fills the boy genius's heart with warm passion. Wait, why do I even feel this type of passion? ...to a boy? The two headed into their barn. They were still a bit drowsy from waking up so early, around 4:00 am, waiting for Mitzi. They didn't know what time she left for work at. Nick put out the lantern while Jimmy got cozy in his hay bed. Nick did the same after he was done. They soon closed their eyes and drifted off. Their rest was then put to an end by the rooster's cry. Nick got pissed.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I'm gonna pluck you, bread you, and dip you into piping hot oil!"

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After everyone finished their breakfast, which Nick prepared himself, Jimmy went over the "Persuade King Jason Proposal" with Diana.

"You wanna call a meeting? With King Jason?!" Asked Diana. "Yes, precisely." Replied Jimmy. "Absolutely not! You haven't yet met with this sir! Frankly, I haven't either, but you know what this man can do! No wait... You know what this man can pay his men to do! Any mere peasant who is't dares to file a complaint to the king, shall--" "...be hanged. Yes. We got the message. Like 1,000 times. We know. The dude's got a hanging fetish." Said Nick. "And it's not 'filing a complaint,' it's a work of mindset. Otherwise known as psychology. For example, monkeys are easily influenced by positive reinforcement. These primates are as disobedient as they come, but you can charm them with the giving of a banana. And since human and monkey DNA only differ by two percent, I could definitely pull the same principle on some dumb king." Said Jimmy. "Hmmm. Not bad. Sounds very intriguing! That could work!" "Of course it will! That's science-" "Oooooooohhh, I almost forgot. We have no bananas, and bananas won't be shipped to the village until next Tuesday. I wonder how he feels about pears." "It's not about the bananas. It's about the principle!" "Oh. That. Wellllll, I still protest! Something tells me that getting King Jason to talk seems very testing! The man is a stone cold tyrant!" "Is there any laws against inducing the king?" "No? At least not yet." "Has anybody ever talked to him? Other than his own royal subjects?" "I don't know. Nobody knows what happens behind those closed doors." "Then we might have a shot in this!" "I still object! It's far too dangerous up in that kingdom, and I won't let you! Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever succeeded in overthrowing the king, and is ever heard from again! As your guardian/landlord/best friend, I order you to stay put! You are not going to visit King Jason, and that's final! You hear me? You two are not- Ah, the heck with it already. You boys are just gonna continue being stubborn anyways. Not like I can just talk you out of this." "Sounds to me you need a lesson on psychology." Said Nick.

Diana then went to go fetch Nick his suit of armor, and his fake badge.

"Wait, what about me?" Asked Jimmy? "What about you?" Diana asked back. "Don't I get a disguise, too? Even if it's not a suit of armor, I'll take anything as long as I can blend in with the people. I may get a lot of stares out of this wardrobe." "Let me see what I have."

Diana looked around the hut to find something Jimmy could put on and it fits. If the boy genius walks out into the village wearing his modern civvies, he'll stand out like an alien to them. These are the type of clothes that almost got Jimmy and Nick burned at the stake. Diana eventually returned with a tiny wizard's uniform, in velvet rat, plus a hat.

"This was the only thing I could find in your size, Jimmy. It used to be Rodent Girl's Halloween costume from last year, but then shrank after Benson washed it." "How many of Rodent Girl's costumes do you keep?" Asked Nick.

Instead of complaining, Jimmy just accepted the costume, since it is his only option. Like Nick, he wore it over his clothes. It was very comfy, and it smelled like lavender. Nick envied him. Although the costume may look too small for him, he would like to make a trade.

"That costume also comes with a fake beard, if you like! Let me go grab it-" Said Diana. "Noooo, it's fine! And besides, we really should be leaving right now!" Replied Jimmy. "Ah, yes. Onward to destiny! We have a date with the king! And young man, may I ask you one more question before we head out?" "What is it?" "How do you make your hats fit?"

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So Jimmy and Nick made it to the village, riding on Butterscotch's back. Jimmy sat front, while Nick was behind. Diana led the way. "Why hello, Albert!" Diana greeted a gentleman working behind a poultry stand, who had a wooden prosthetic arm. The man ducked under the counter and placed a "closed" note on top.

So, this was the village, Jimmy thought. The town had a historical aesthetic to it. It felt like walking into a Vincent Van Gogh masterpiece. This was suppose to be a horrible economy run under capitalism, but it gave off a pleasing atmosphere. It was so relaxing without any cars present, or the scent of their engine fumes. The architecture didn't look very ancient at all. Suddenly, a white rabbit, the same one from before, hopped in the way of their trail. The fluffy rodent startled Butterscotch, which caused him to kick his backside up in the air. Jimmy held on tight to the back of the horse's neck, but Nick launched off, and landed in a wheelbarrow of paint.

"My fabulous dazzlingly set of shiny paint! I hope you can pay for this, son!" Said the man, who had been dragging the wheelbarrow.

Nick got silver paint all over his armor, coating him completely. He tried to wipe it off, but it appeared to have dried so quickly. Nick looked up at the angry man. He ran back to Butterscotch, climbing onto his back and making a break for it. Diana just stood there, looking at the angry paint salesman.

"I don't know these children, I swear." Said Diana. "Hey! Hey, you two! Jimmy! Nick! Slow down and wait for me!"

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22 minutes later, they entered the high class part of the village, which means they are getting closer to the kingdom. It was the same as the middle class, but much cleaner. There were so many dukes and duchess around. Everyone was neatly tailored and spotless. They were also all Caucasian and thin. Some men smoked pipes, while some women carried toy dogs. Whenever they'd catch a glance at Diana, Jimmy, and Nick, they would stuck their noses up in the air and then walk away. Suddenly, Nick started to feel superstitious.

"Jimmy, I think someone's following us." Said Nick. "The king's ruling classes?" Asked Jimmy, feeling a little worried. "No, just some little girl."

Jimmy looked back, but found no one there.

"You probably mislooked it as something else. I don't see any little girl." "But... You're probably right. After all, I did say 'I think' someone was following us. Not to sound corny, but it was probably just my imagination. We've been living in this hell hole for over a week, and now I may be loosing my mind." "Sometimes homesickness can have a huge impact on one's mental health. Don't worry, Nick. You'll be fine. Home is much closer than you think."

Little did Nick know, he wasn't seeing things. Someone was following them. But worry not. It isn't a foe.

Later, they finally found the castle. It wasn't easy to miss. Like every fairytale castle, it was surrounded by a moat, and the only way to get through is from the drawbridge, which is the opening to the castle. Nick was fascinated. Jimmy was more "meh." After all the supernatural stuff he's seen, a castle just doesn't bring him excitement. Abruptly, the four jumped behind some bushes as a couple of knights marched in an organized party, towards the castle. The drawbridge then slowly descended for them.

"Well, this is our stop. Diana, if we're not back within an hour, feel free to do.... ...what you do best." Said Jimmy. "Roger! And Godspeed to you boys!" Replied Diana, saluting the two. "Hurry, Nick. We have a bridge to catch!"

Jimmy and Nick sneaked into the party by blending in with the other knights. Jimmy hid underneath Nick's cape. As the bridge opened, everyone marched forward. The boys were able to make it inside without being suspected. None of the knights even questioned Nick's height difference. As the party continued to marched to their assigned duty, or wherever they're off to, Nick stopped in his tracks. Him and Jimmy were now alone in the main hallway.

"Okay Jimmy. We've made it."

The boy genius removed himself from under Nick's cape.

"Wow." Jimmy's voiced echoed throughout the empty room. "Okay, we've seen the king's castle. Let's go back now." Nick replied, who then tried to make an exit. "Nick! We can't! The door's already shut! And haven't you forgotten what we're here for?"

Jimmy offered Nick his hand. The tall boy became hesitant, and was blushing from the inside of his helmet. The boy genius wants to hold hands with him?

"C'mon. We've made it this far."

Nick then accepted the boy genius's offer, and let him take his hand into his. This gesture somewhat lessened Nick's fear. It reminded him how he had promised he'd do anything for Jimmy, no matter what the circumstances. His love for Jimmy helps boost his confidence. It's the same love that helped him pull through that quartz mission. Good thing the helmet came in use, because the boy genius doesn't notice Nick making a goofy, affectionate face behind it.

Hand-in-hand, the boys searched all around the castle together, opening any door that might lead them to the king, while dodging servants and royal guards. The first door they opened brought them to the kitchen, where the new cook was preparing a fowl that looked like it were still alive. The second door they opened was to a music room, although what the orchestra was practicing didn't sound like music to them. The third door was a showcase for art, full of more fantasy paintings and statues Jimmy and Nick wished they could've unseen.

"This place is huge, Nick. The king could be anywhere in this castle." "From what I've learned from all those stupid movies, kings usually sit on their butts all day in those big rooms with the stained glass windows. Do you know where that might be?" "I don't know. I've never been in a castle before. At least, not like this one. *Flashback to eight year-old Jimmy in a bouncy castle*"

Without being aware of their surroundings, they accidentally bumped into King Jason's chancellor, Richard.

"What the bloody hell are you two doing here?!" Asked Richard. "We- We're with the authority of the king!" Nick then pulled out his fake badge as proof. "If you were, I'd already know that by now! And you certainly wouldn't need to present your badge!"

The chancellor then seized the badge from Nick.

"THIS ISN'T EVEN A REAL BADGE!"

Richard took the paper badge and tore it up. Scared, Jimmy and Nick held onto each other in their arms.

"Now confess or see to the king! What are you really here for?!"

Nick responded with,

"We're banana salesmen."

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Richard dragged Jimmy and Nick into the main throne room. They got what they wanted. There was King Jason, in the flesh.

"Sire! I caught these two spies wandering around your domain, posing as your authorities!" Said Richard. "That's not true! We're only here to call an appointment with the king!" Replied Jimmy. "Nobody is allowed to see the king unless on his own term!"

The king was ready to blow his fuse. Not because of the spy matter, but because Richard brought it up in the middle of his reading time. Just then, when King Jason set his eyes on the new troublemakers, he was rather surprised, like he knew them from somewhere. He put on his monocle for a moment to get a better look at the boys. It can't be. I see it, and I don't believe it. Them? A long silence filled the room.

"Sire?" "Richard! Receiveth thy filthy mitts off of the lads!" "Huh?" "Did I stutter? NOW!"

Richard released the two young boys from his grip. He expected King Jason would be angry, but not at him. Now, the king can be very merciless, regardless of what age a person is, but what did he see in these "spies" that brought him into a change of heart? King Jason smiled widely. It was more of a forced smile then a modest one. Jimmy and Nick were left confused. They thought they'd have to suffer the consequences after what they've been caught doing. Instead, the king decided to just let them off the hook easily. But why?

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?"

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