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harleykeeners · 2 months

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Caught Red Handed - Buddie

Evan “Buck” Buckley/Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz

Prompt: Oceans 9-1-1 Rewrite. In which Buck and Eddie have been secretly together for months, and are found out in the worst way possible.

Word Count: 3500

Eddie knew his week would be screwed the second the cops stormed into the station and pulled the duffle bags filled with money out of the truck. The way Bobby froze in place and Chim’s jaw fell on the floor told Eddie that they were in big trouble. Immediately, the air tensed and he canceled every plan for the week. Everyone began asking questions no one knew the answers to and they were all frustrated. Bobby called the shift early and sent them all home.

With the stress of the day and the call itself, Eddie swings his arm over Buck’s shoulder, their quiet signal that Eddie is taking him home. Buck relaxes under his touch and lets his head drop onto Eddie’s shoulder. With a holler and a wave, they pile into Eddie’s pick-up. “That did not just happen,” Buck mutters as he drops his head on the dashboard and groans. “How the hell did it even end up there?” Eddie doesn’t answer as he shifts the gear to reverse and begins backing out from the driveway.

The drive is quiet, Buck staring out the window as Eddie places a comforting hand on Buck’s thigh. In moments like this, after a stressful call, they always go home with each other. It takes more willpower than they have to not rush into each other's arms after a frightening save. So, they go home and spend time together in the private of their own homes. Right now, Eddie doesn’t want to stop touching Buck. The heat of his presence is enough to ground him in this situation. With a squeeze of his thigh, Buck moves Eddie’s hand to hold his own, squeezing back letting him know he’s right here.

Silence is often just what they need after a call, and right now they couldn’t be more grateful Chris was at a sleepover. Immediately, Buck chases after Eddie’s touch, tender and searching. Eddie reciprocates, reminding himself that whatever happened today was a mistake, that there is no way any of them are capable of such a plot. Eddie’s fingers find Buck’s hair and he relaxes at the feeling of the blonde locks. “Wanna head to bed?” Eddie whispers. Sometimes, they get lost in each other to escape whatever terror awaits them outside. Right now, that monster is the LAPD and a whole lot of paperwork. “Yeah,” Bucks answers, “I could use some time with you in bed after today.” It isn’t meant to sound crass and Eddie chuckles. With a kiss pressed against his temple, Eddie goes to run a shower while Bucks gets a snack from the kitchen.

In the boiling water, Eddie allows his body to decompress. His anxiety washes away with the shampoo running down his face and he takes a deep breath. He scrubs away the day and allows his mind to wander. All he knows is that his coworkers made it out of the bank safe and that Buck is safe. Which is all he is currently concerned with.

Stepping out of the shower he doesn’t bother getting dressed past his boxers. After the day he’s had, he can’t find the energy. He finds Buck at the counter eating some dry cereal and holds his waist as he rests his head on the crook of his shoulder. “What’s going through your mind?” Eddie waits as the crease in Buck’s brow deepens. “There’s no way it could have been one of us. It just doesn’t make sense. Hen was unconscious the entire time in the vault, Chim can attest as he was watching the cam. We were with the drills, and so was Bobby. Everyone working is our alibi, so how did it end up in the truck?” Buck rants as Eddie massages his hips. He knows Buck tends to overthink, so with a kiss to the nape of his neck, Eddie says, “You think too much. We were set up, and that's for the cops to solve, not us. Let's go to bed.”

Buck lets out a soft laugh, “You’re evil…” Eddie plays innocent, knowing full well that the hands on his hips get Buck feeling a certain way. “No, maybe I’m just trying to get you to go to bed with me.” He doesn’t need to clarify and Buck happily smiles and turns to face him. Sometimes Eddie forgets he can do this, he can have Buck. That within these four walls, they don’t have to put on an act. Eddie doesn’t have to be conscious of his every move, notice where his hands are, or even worry about the pet names that slip from his mouth. At home, he can love Buck freely. No wondering eyes or HR rules are stopping him from consuming the man he’s been infatuated with for years. Maybe they’re more eager since years of yearning finally climaxed a few months ago and now Eddie has the privilege to call Buck his.

Seeing Buck in his bed under his crappy bedroom lighting has soon become Eddie’s favorite sight. So when Buck pulls away from his lips and flashes that smile at him, batting his eyes and pulling his shirt off, Eddie forgets about the call. Instead, he focuses on the man underneath him and chooses to lose himself.

As the door gets slammed, the seconds of silence as Detective Wash and Mercer impatiently await an answer seem to stretch till eternity. They had just returned from Athena’s residency, and while she had been expecting them, she assured them that the others wouldn’t. Currently, they are at the home of Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz. Wash and Mercer had just sent two teams to the Han and Buckley residence, hoping to get to the bottom of this heist quickly.

In a panicked movement, the door opens, and Edmundo awkwardly sticks his head out the door. Wash notices that he looks disheveled and that’s fair, it is 1 A.M., and they probably woke him up. Before he can even open his mouth, Mercer presents the search warrant and the team pushes past him and enters the home. “Hey! What the hell is going on?” Eddie shouts as Wash turns the lights on and directs officers into various rooms. Mercer barks orders, speaking over and ignoring Eddie’s complaint.

“You can’t seriously have enough plausible clause for a warrant?” he shouts. Wash shrugs, “Believe it or not, the court granted it. We’re going to need you to turn in all electronic devices on the premises Mr. Diaz.” It’s the first time Wash truly looks at Eddie and realizes he’s clinging onto a blanket around his torso with his chest bare. Well, it is the middle of the night, he’s caught people in worse situations.

The orders were to be as thorough and quick as possible, regardless of the mess left behind. Wash barks orders to flip every surface and take any electronics they see. Cabinets are pulled open and the clink of plates and cups are heard ringing through the house.

Just as he sees a team go into a hallway, he hears a scream. Ears perk up as every officer drops what they're doing. Wash notices, and he and Mercer dash to the scream, following the noise to a bedroom. Officers follow behind Wash and they enter the open room where other officers are and what they see leaves them surprised. In the bedroom, three officers surround the bed as a man is frantically screaming. “Eddie, what the fuck is going on?” Wesh immediately recognizes the man as another one of their suspects: Evan Buckley. He makes a mental note to check on the officers at the Buckley home since they probably got no answer. Once again, the firefighter is frantically covering himself with the bed sheets, and Wesh isn’t dense. The flashlights pointed at Buckley illuminate the red on his neck.

“They have a warrant,” is all Eddie says as he picks up some sweats and a hoodie the officers have thrown on the floor. He can’t be bothered to care about decency and gets dressed in the room. “They’re going to flip the place inside out, and they’re taking our phones,” Eddie angrily says. Buck is left with a shocked and angry face, but before he can speak Eddie throws him some clothes off the floor. “Get dressed, before they take all our clothes.” Buck laughs, “They wouldn’t.” He’s met with a stone glare as he looks at Mercer and Wesh. They signal to the officers to keep moving. “You can’t be serious,” he huffs as he frantically puts on a shirt and gets out of bed.

“Detective, this can’t be real. You don’t think anyone in our department did this,” Buck says as he rapidly puts on a shirt and some pants and battles the sheets he’s tangled in. “Your team was the one on the call, with the money in the truck, in the safe the diamonds went missing in. Doesn’t seem like an unlikely conclusion does it, Buckley?” Wesh says as he watches the officers pull books off the shelves and flip cushions off the sofa. Cabinets are swung open and Tupperware is thrown all over the floors. Eddie and Buck get the feeling they were told to be as messy as possible. Typical red vs blue behavior.

“You two are coming down to the station with me. We have some questions for you,” Mercer says as she rudely leads the men out of the house and into the squad car. Buck sends a desperate look at Eddie, and he can’t fight the instinct to pull him in his arms. So he doesn’t, and he holds Buck close in the backseat of the squad car, whispering comforting nothing into his ears. He feels Buck’s head fall onto his shoulder. He looks over to see the blonde blinking slowly, the sirens illuminating his face in a soft haze. Buck looks stressed, and knowing him, he’s probably thinking about the others, not even worried about himself. Eddie runs a hand in his hair and presses a soft kiss to his temple with a whisper, “It’ll be okay.”

The station is cold and the lighting is sterile. They are rudely seated and Mercer and Wesh stand menacingly in front of them. Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck, holding him as close as possible to his heart. “Mr. Diaz, I’ll start with you,” Wesh says as she begins to lead him to an interrogation room. Eddie kisses Buck quickly before following Wesh and sees Mercer take Buck to another room. As he sits at the table, he realizes he should have picked better clothes, the station is freezing.

“Mr. Diaz, where were you at the time of the heist?” Mercer asks. She wastes no time and Eddie gets the feeling it will be a long night. “What have you deemed the time of the heist?” he asks. Eddie isn’t willing to give any confusion that could be used against him.

“We’ve deemed the diamonds were stolen at around 22:30 P.M. The money, however, could have been at any time.” Eddie sighs, knowing they have no idea what they are talking about. “At 10, you would have found me giving medical attention to the victims inside the vault.”

“And you sure you weren’t using that time to steal the diamonds?” “Yes, you can ask Hen, she can tell you I was taking her vitals alongside Chimmeny.”

“And who’s to say they wouldn't lie?” Eddie laughs, “The 118 aren’t liars.”

And the air tensed, and Eddie saw a smirk cross her face. “So you and Mr.Buckley over there aren’t lying to them? I mean if you’re willing to lie about a relationship to people you’ve, on the record, called your family, who's to say the rest of them aren't capable of lying.”

“My relationship doesn’t concern this,” he seethes. What he and Buck have is between the two, alone. No one bears the right to know of the secret smiles and glances Eddie steals from Buck and cherishes. No one bears the right to know how Buck lights up when Eddie whispers “Evan” under his breath as he holds him close. No one bears the right to know the special moments Eddie cherishes.

“Oh, but it does Mr. Diaz. When you’re willing to lie to your coworkers about something as trivial as a relationship, who's to say you aren’t willing to lie to law enforcement?”

As Bucks sits at the table, Wesh sizes him up. Buck feels small and is quietly counting down the seconds till this is over. “So, would you like to explain why we found you in Mr. Diaz’s residence?” The question catches Buck off guard, “He’s my friend, after last night I didn’t want to be alone.”

Wesh sighs and looks hard at Buck, “Mr. Buckley, it’s best you not lie to me.” Buck tenses up, “I’m not lying, sir.” With a grunt, Merce asks, “So who gave you those marks on your neck?” Buck brings his hand up to cover the marks, and Wesh realizes he got him.

“You two are more than friends and are already lying for each other. How do I know you two didn’t plot this whole thing together and lie to your team? Clearly, you both already have experience conspiring together and lying to them. This shouldn't have been too hard for you two.”

Maybe it's a choice of word that enrages Buck that he says, “What Eddie and I are doing isn’t conspiring. Our relationship is between us.”

“So you admit you two are in a relationship?” Wesh asks.

“Yeah, so what?” Buck doesn’t see the point of this. He’s tired, he’s angry, and he misses Eddie.

“So you’re both just lying to your coworkers and your departments as you know that not notifying them is a violation of contract.”

Buck freezes, and realizes he messed up. “What does who I’m dating have to do with the diamonds?”

“Shows your character. You’re willing to lie to your coworkers, whom you’ve called family, and your department for something as trivial as a relationship. So lying to law enforcement about stealing $6 million in diamonds with your boyfriend shouldn’t be out of the question.”

Rages flashes before Buck’s eyes and he has to remind himself to take a deep breath. “First of all, what we have isn’t trivial. And second of all, we do plan to tell them, we’re just getting our footing first. Technically, we only need to notify our departments if it gets serious. Which, hopefully, it will but not now. That doesn’t prove that we’d be willing to pull something off like this. Keeping a relationship quiet is much different than stealing millions in diamonds.”

“No, but it shows you two are more than capable. Why wouldn’t you want to steal the diamonds? I know a wedding can be expensive, much more if you two plan to buy a home together in L.A. Some diamonds could really help.” Buck flushes at the implication he and Eddie will get married, while also processing how insulting that statement truly is.

Just like Wesh, Mercer is drilling into Eddie. “You have a son, right?” She asks as Eddie clutches his fists. He’s tired, he’s cold, and he wants to go back to bed. He doesn’t dignify her with a verbal response but just nods. “I know how expensive they can be. Especially with chronic illness. Being a parent isn’t cheap, much less in L.A. Diamonds wouldn’t hurt.”

Eddie is offended she would even insinuate something like that. “Listen, I get by. My retirement from the military helps with my bills and my job gives pretty good benefits. I work full-time and make do.”

“And I’d assume having a partner also helps,” she says as if it’s something Eddie should be ashamed of. “Yes, it does. He helps when I need it and we’re lucky to never be short. We don’t need the diamonds,” Eddie angrily says. He doesn’t understand why he’s still sitting here. “We’re both veterans so our benefits still roll in and the department takes care of its employees.”

“You say you were both on the drills, opening the vault. Did you know that your Captain left to make a phone call? So, who’s to say you two didn’t take advantage of your moment alone to sneak the diamonds?”

Eddie laughs, “I’m flattered you think Buck and I would take advantage of a moment like that. In reality, we didn’t notice and were still working. Had we noticed, then-“

“You two you would have stolen the diamonds,” Mercer rudely cuts him off. “No, we probably would have made out. You see, while I’m flattered, Buck and I aren’t sophisticated enough to pull off something like this.”

“Are you calling your partner stupid?”

“If that proves his innocence then, yes. Yes, Evan Buckley is too stupid for this.”

Buck is so tired he’s struggling to keep his head afloat. “Says here you were in the SEALs.” There’s no question, just a statement. Buck looks wearily at Wesh, a sense of nausea coming up his stomach. Buck only nods.

“So you and your boyfriend are both in the military?”

“Were. We’re retired. Different branches.” Buck already knows what’s coming up. “So two veterans don’t know how to pull off a heist? A SEAL no less?”

He huffs and crosses his arms, “Sorry, but larceny wasn’t exactly what they taught us at basic. Maybe in the Air Force, they’re the intelligent ones. But not in the Army or Navy. For us, it was more like folding your bed a certain way and shooting to kill. Sorry to disappoint,” Buck says and by that question, he’s done.

“Look, if you have nothing of value to ask me, I’d like to go. It’s late, and I wish to be with my partner and sleep this horrible night off. Check the cameras again on the side of the bank, you’ll notice Eddie and I never left our post at the drill. Once it was open, I reloaded the drill and Eddie was providing medical care. Ask anyone who was there, and look at the cameras, they are our alibi. So if you’re just going to keep and ask me pointless questions while making insulting assumptions about my life, then I’d like to go,” Buck takes a deep breath as he gets up.

“You’ve already insulted my relationship, my career, and my character. I don’t know what more you have left,” Buck says as he looks Wesh in the eye, and silently tells the man he is leaving. No debate about it.

As he opens the door in the interrogation room, he can’t help the snarky remark that comes from his throat, “And you’re welcome for all my service.”

The hallway is cold and busy. Several detectives moved bags of evidence that Buck recognizes as Bobby’s phone and Maddie’s laptop. He’s irritated and frankly, the level of insult he’s feeling would be dangerous to vocalize. However, it slightly simmers when he finally sees Eddie walk out.

He sprints to him and wraps his arms around him. For the sake of holding him close and feeling his body heat, Evan melts into Edmundo. They don’t say anything, throats dry from the hour-long interrogations. Instead, Eddie looks into Buck’s eyes and the anger fades away, replaced by a longing. A longing to be safe, to be held, to be home. With a soft kiss to his temple, a phone light illuminates Buck’s face as Eddie dials to call an Uber.

“Do you think they went to your sister’s house?” Buck says as they sit outside the station, watching the few cars drive by. “I hope not,” Eddie answers, grasping at Buck’s hand as they hold each other present. “No reason to go after anyone outside of the department,” Buck mumbles as he rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “You think they already brought the others in?” Eddie whispers.

The sound of a car wakes Buck from his nap. As they pile into the Uber, Buck snuggles into Eddie’s side, wanting to hide away from the world. The drive is quiet, it’s nearing 3 A.M. The cops have finally left their house, leaving the street empty and blissful.

Opening the door greets them to the disaster left behind, however the two men are too tired to even care. Awkwardly clearing a path over the books and papers thrown across the floor, they make their way to the bedroom.

Bucks the first to hit the bed as he collapses at the mere sight of it. With a quiet beg and a gesture, Eddie follows suit. Cuddling into his warmth, Buck mumbles, “Do you think any of us really did do it?”

Eddie looks at him, pretends to think for a moment, then says, “No. I don’t think so. But, the cops were right,” This catches Buck’s attention. “For you, I’d lie to the cops if it meant keeping you safe.”

End.

Sorry for the (Ch)Air Force drag but, Go Navy Beat Army.

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magiccath · 5 months

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It had to be you

tenth doctor x GN!reader

summary: what if it had been you in the radiation cell instead of Wilf?

A/N: sorry not sorry for this one

You really didn’t mean to get trapped.

There were two glass cells. At least one of them needed to be operated at all times for the alien machinery to work. To open one door, you had to press a button in the opposite cell.

There had been a man, a terrified civilian, stuck in one of the boxes. So you did what you always did - saved the civilian without really thinking. Now, you were stuck.

You supposed it was all fine now, though. The Time Lords had left, pushed back into the time vortex by the Doctor. All was well, right?

“Doctor?” you asked, your voice shaky “If you could let me out.”

He turned his attention to you, his face riddled with sadness. You didn’t understand why he was so upset. All he needed to do was use the Sonic to unlock the door.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling sadly.

“There’s… well there’s a bit of a noise going on in here. Can you please get me out?” you asked, worry seeping into your voice. You didn’t want to seem too scared, but you were.

“The Master left the nuclear bolt running. It’s gone into overload,” He explained, but not like he usually did. There was no childish excitement, and his words were slow and simple. He never explained things like this to you, and it worried you.

“Is that bad?”

“No, ‘cause all the excess radiation gets ventilated inside there,” he gestured to the cell next to you. “Vinvocci glass contains it.” You didn’t completely understand the mechanics of it, but his tone suggested it wasn’t the best thing.

“All 500,000 rads about to flood that thing,” he continued

“Oh,” you laughed anxiously, “you better let me out then.”

“Except it’s gone critical. Touch one control and it floods,” he pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, “even this would set it off.” He twisted the tool in his hands, staring at it with a disappointment you had never seen before.

That’s when it occurred to you. To open the door, he would have to step into the radiated cell. If he tried to use the sonic, it would flood your own cell with radiation. He couldn’t get you out without killing himself in the process.

Of course, this is how you would die. Helping someone else. The universe was incredibly cruel at times.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Just leave me.”

“Ok, right then, I will.” He laughed and began to walk away and for a minute you really believed he might leave you there. You weren't even mad. After a few steps, he spun back around.

“You just had to go in there didn’t you?” He laughed, but it didn’t seem funny to you.

“You had to go and get stuck!” He shouted, voice cracking with pain. He was sad, and he was angry, and those things made him cruel. You knew this, but that didn’t make it hurt any less for you.

“There was a man in here, he was scared,” you gasped, “I couldn’t just leave him.”

“Cause that’s who you are!” The Doctor cried, throwing his hands up. He was right - that’s who you were. Something that only a few hours ago he had loved you for. Now, he seemed to resent it.

“Really,” you said, “just leave me. We’ve had our times. I can be done now.” You meant it. It had been a good run, but all things ended.

“No,” He laughed, “we could do so much more,” He screamed, tears gathering in his eyes.

“So much more!” He shouted, looking up at the ceiling in agony.

“But this is what I get,” He sneered, “My reward.”

“Well, it’s not fair!” He screamed, throwing a bunch of nearby objects off a desk. You had never seen him this distraught. He was such a peaceful, happy man.

He was panting now, tears streaming down his face. The worst part was, you were stuck. There was nothing you could do to help him. Nothing you could do to calm him down. You were helpless.

“Doctor,” you begged, fighting back your own tears.

He ignored you and started walking towards the cell. He had made up his mind, it was better to lose himself than lose you. He could never lose you. Ever. You were the most important thing in his life. “No! No!” you shouted, throwing your hands out, “Please! Please don’t!” you cried. He continued to ignore you, facing forward in a stoic manner.

You sobbed, no longer caring about staying strong. You couldn’t let him do this. Not for you.

“It’s been an honor,” he whispered sadly, hand resting on the opposing cell door. You shook your head, tears staining your cheeks as you silently begged him to stop.

“Better make it quick,” he said before throwing the door open and stepping inside.

You rushed out of the cell, knowing it would be all kinds of foolish to stay inside. You were mad at him, so incredibly mad for choosing your life over his own.

Almost immediately, the Doctor began groaning in pain. He clutched the walls of the cell, scraping for any kind of support as the radiation coursed through his body. His knees gave out, causing him to fall to the floor. His hand dragged along the glass as he fell.

You couldn’t take it, you rushed over to the cell. You placed your hands on the glass, desperately wanting to do something. Anything that could take the pain and suffering away.

“No!” you shouted, banging against the glass as hard as you could. It wasn’t a pretty picture. In fact, it was far from it. Tears streamed down your face, and not in an elegant way. You screamed at the top of your lungs, guttural sounds that were painful to hear coming from your own mouth. Your hands banged against the glass. You knew it was futile, but that didn’t stop you from doing it.

You couldn’t bear to see him like this.

He curled up in a ball on the floor, gripping his hair in excruciating pain.

At that moment, you would have done anything to stop it. It could play out a thousand different ways, and in every scenario, you would much rather be the one in pain.

Just as soon as it had started, it all stopped. The system shut down, and the Doctor’s body began to relax. You stopped your banging, stunned by the sudden calm. The room was painfully silent, your screams replaced with nothingness. The silence was deafening.

Slowly, the Doctor got up from the floor and looked around at the controls in the cell. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up.

“Systems dead. I absorbed it all. Whole things kaput,” he said, like it meant nothing.

You sniffled the rest of your tears down, using the rest of your strength to pull yourself up from the floor. You didn’t know how to react.

He pushed the door open with ease, “Oh, now it opens,” he laughed.

He looked the same. He hadn’t regenerated or died. He looked… fine.

“Are you ok?” you asked. The Doctor didn’t respond, he didn’t really know how to.

You couldn’t believe it. He was fine, he was really, truly, fine. You threw your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could. He allowed one of his arms to gently wrap around your waist to support you.

You kissed him, and then you did it again. And again. And when you had exhausted that, you leaned your forehead against his, gasping for breath.

“You’re fine,” you whispered, closing your eyes. He was fine. Your Doctor, safe in your arms. The two of you would be ok. It was going to be ok.

You pulled back to examine him, to make sure he really still was your Doctor. A part of you still didn’t believe that it was ok. That he was ok.

“Only a few battle scars to show for it,” you laughed, running your fingers gently over his cheekbone, careful not to touch his cuts.

When you pulled your hand away the Doctor grunted and ran his own hand over his face. When it pulled away, all of his wounds were gone.

“Doctor?” you gasped, horrified. You slipped out of his arms, your feet planting themselves back on the floor.

It didn’t take long for the Doctor to realize why you were upset. He looked down at his hand, all signs of injury erased.

He took a deep, shaky breath, “it’s started.”

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the-cosmos-withinus · 7 months

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Remember I was saying I was working on a oneshot Elsewhere and Elsewhen rewrite? Well, I ended up deciding it would be better as a multichapter fic, so here's the first chapter of Be All my Sins Remembered

#shadow puppets au #philip wittebane #toh collector #luz noceda #Lilith Clawthorne #Elsewhere and Elsewhen #fanfiction #episode rewrite #Belosfanstakeover #Doing this rewrite has made me so mad at the original episode by the way #There were way more problems with it than I originally thought when I started writing

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angelwiththeblue-box · 1 month

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“Okay, okay, circle up!” Fig pulls a cot towards the center of the space, dropping on top of it, shucking off her jacket in the magical warmth of the tent. “Who wants to go first?” Adaine’s hand shoots up, and she bats away Kristen’s hand as she pulls out her present.

secret sylvan gift exchange rewrite bc im obsessed

pairing: the bad kids

word count: 1,313

rated: t

taglist under the cut

taglist: @disdoorted-crows @dapper-nahrwhale @leelovessharks @starchaserbaby @blueskiesandstarrynights @genuine-possum @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy (lemme know if u want to be added or removed)

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nottoofondofgaypeople · 2 months

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xerith u know ima take advantage of the scene rewrite offer. hit me with that s2 ep52 scene where laurance cuts off aphmau in her (very demeaning and dismissive) spiel to basically let her know that he can’t ignore the idea of the portal nearby

Went back and rewatched the episode. Realized Laurance doesn't even know the portal is fully opened. Got mad about it. Bone appetit.

I'm gonna start off the rewrite of this scene with some dialogue from the original that'll lead into the better version of the scene.

Bit of context, at this point Irena and Laurance are still together, but their relationship has become increasingly strained due to a mixture of the calling, Garroth being gone, the general horrors of MCD storytelling, and Laurance killing all those people at that wedding.

"I can't stand seeing people be forced to do something," Laurance expressed, running an uneasy hand through his hair. It was starting to get long again... "It reminds me too much of what happened in the Nether." His heart ached. "A-And it wasn't just me. Vylad, Zenix... Maybe even Vincent..."

"Laurance," Irena started carefully, hesitating before she put a hand on his shoulder. "I understand what you're trying to do. And my answer is yes, you may turn into a Shadow Knight in order to learn how to control it. But please... Please..." Her voice broke slightly on the second please. "Don't let your emotions control your actions."

"I-I'm sorry. I think I'm just... Off." His eyes drifted to the cave entrance. He could feel the energy present pulling him in. Calling him. It was stronger than it had ever been. He couldn't tell if it was because of himself or the portal.

"It's okay. Just let me handle it." She pulled her hand away, the warmth present from it evaporating in an instant. It left Laurance feeling cold.

"What, the portal? I-I've been to the Nether, I feel like I'm the best to assess it."

"Laurance, I don't... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because who knows if it's active or not--"

"You know." Irena froze. "You know because you activated it."

"Vylad told you?"

"He wanted to make sure I knew before I approached it." Laurance looked back to her, basically forcing eye contact despite the lack of need for it.

"I was trying to seal it..."

"You should know you can't do that."

"It worked before, didn't it?! I saw the wolves do it!"

"The wolves were trained to do it, Irena. Their elder was an expert in realm magic, that's why he looked after the portal. Don't you realize you put yourself in danger with a stunt like that? What if it had rebounded onto you and hurt you?" Irena looked away, even taking a step towards the portal.

"Still, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to it."

"Don't avoid the conversation." Despite being blind, he reached perfectly for her shoulder, forcing her to stay even if she couldn't look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I--"

"And don't tell me that you didn't think it was important." Irena went silent. "How long were you planning on lying to me?"

"...I wasn't lying to you."

"You just weren't going to tell me the truth."

"Laurance, I-I didn't want you to worry about it. I figured we'd come up with some solution eventually to close it--"

"And you thought I wouldn't want to help with that?!"

"We don't know what'll happen if you go near it!"

"Vylad said he was fine standing next to it!"

"But Vylad has 15 years of controlling this! I didn't want to risk you losing control if you got too close."

"If that's the case, why didn't you tell me you tried to seal it in the first place? Why didn't you tell me it got worse? What if I had gone in there and it started working on me before you could catch me?"

"But that wouldn't happen--"

"Because you'd keep me on a short enough leash."

"N-No, it's not like that--"

"Then what is it like, Irena?! What was your plan here?!" She finally looked at him. Sage green eyes stared back at her. Not a hint of red in them. This wasn't the calling or the portal pulling on his anger. This was just Laurance. Knowing that, she turned away, putting her hand on his.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She removed his hand from her shoulder. "I won't stop you from going to the portal if you want to, but please, try to maintain control." Laurance took a shaky breath. He was tired of her running, but she wasn't going to stop. Not while they weren't home. He'd have to confront her later.

"How bad is it?"

"Vylad already told you everything, didn't he?"

"I'm not asking Vylad. I'm asking you."

"It's... Bad. Worse than any portal I've seen. The magic may not have rebounded onto me, but it did rebound. It's a portal large enough... for an army." Laurance sighed, stepping ahead of her, but stopping short.

"Next time... Please don't lie to me." She didn't respond. It made Laurance angrier. "Irena--"

"What?! What do you want from me? To lie again by saying I won't lie to you?!" He turned around in a fury. Still his eyes remained the same.

"I want you to feel like you don't have to lie to me! I-I want to have a conversation with the love of my life where I don't second guess what she tells me! How can I trust anything you say when you can't even pretend like you won't lie to me again?!"

Laurance's words echoed in the valley nearby. They echoed in his mind as they always did, as they always had since her first thought of them. Since he first found out from Vylad she didn't tell him. At first he gave her the benefit of the doubt, there was a lot going on at the time. Her focus was on the safety of her sons. But then... She still didn't tell him. And then she tried to keep him from it. How much was she going to "forget" to tell him before it was intentional? How much was he willing to tolerate?

The inability to answer those questions, the inability of both of them to answer Laurance's questions, it made him turn away. It made him walk away from her, even if he faintly heard a sniffle from her. It brought him just to the edge of the cave. He could feel the pull of the portal, like another person grabbing his arm and leading him to it. The hands even felt familiar. They felt like Gene.

Instead he turned away again. Took his stance outside the portal room with crossed arms and a furrowed brow. And even though he knew it wasn't necessary, even though he knew that he couldn't see her like this, he still narrowed his eyes at Irena as she walked into the portal room. He still glared at her when she left. He hated being angry with her, but it's all he could feel. It's all she let him feel when she tried to brush him off like that.

Irena's tendency to try and ignore unfavorable subjects was something Laurance was intimately familiar with. She did it all the time with Shadow Knight and Nether related stuff. She tried to focus on the positive and only address the negative when it was literally banging down her door demanding action. He remembered arguing with her over the chances of going to war with O'Khasis, how dismissive she was of the idea because she didn't want to believe O'Khasis would truly do that. He remembered the conversations they and Garroth had about this very issue.

The hope was that she would get better, that she would talk to them about serious issues, that she would address them properly with them. But ever since Lilian meddled in things, turned Garroth against her over a single instance, she seemingly regressed. Refused to talk to anyone about these issues unless they forced her hand. Laurance hated forcing her to do anything. He'd rather she feel comfortable just... telling him things.

That was the day Laurance started coming to terms with the inevitable fallout. Whether he wanted to or not, he knew that things were only going to get worse from here. He wasn't going to be able to be nice about this for long, and Irena always reacted badly when someone pointed out her shortcomings. What had once been a fun quirk of their banter was going to snowball into something capable of ending their relationship. He couldn't stand the thought.

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Emotion sickness but with Ron and Dr. Drakken.

This is my take on how an alternative emotion sickness episode would go. We need to see more emotional boys. It's also long because it's the ENTIRE episode but with changes.

The episode starts off the same but instead of Drakken managing to get on his hover pad, he and Ron end up fighting/bickering and get semi in the way of Kim and Shego's fight. Either Kim or Shego falls back and bumps into the duo causing them to fall against the bookshelf and get the moodulator chips stuck against their necks. Drakken is slightly dazed and gets hit in the face with the EMA (thrown by Shego), but he manages to hold onto it. Then he gets yoinked by Shego by his collar. Ron picks up moodulator remote and they return to Middleton. The episode then continues as follows: KIM AND RON -At Kim's house- Ron: "KP! Those breakfast Nacos aren't gonna eat themselves." Ron leans back but the moodulator remote in his pocket gets activated by the shift in weight. Ron's lip starts trembling and he starts sobbing. Kim runs into the kitchen. Kim: "Ron? What's wrong??" Ron: "I was in your way KP, we ended up losing that invention thingie to Drakken and Shego because of meeee!" Kim sighs and pats his shoulder Kim: "Ron? Uhm, do you know where the Kimmunicator is?" Ron: "Oh, no worries KP" he sniffles and rubs his sleeve against his nose "I got it, it's here." he holds the moodulator controller up to Kim. Kim: "Ron, this is not the Kimmunicator." Ron: "It isn't!? Oh noooo!! I can't believe I lost the Kimmunicator as well! Waaaahh!" he sobs loudly. SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -At the lair- Shego: "Ey- Oi, Dr. D," Shego snaps her fingers in Drakken's face, "We escaped and got the 'whatchamahooey'. Shouldn't you be overjoyed and start over explaining your newest master plan to me?" Drakken: "Yeah, but... But...but... I broke a nail!" Shego: "Really? You care about your nails?" Drakken starts nodding rapidly with stifled sobs. Shego sighs and hands him her nail file. Drakken takes it and tries to desperately save his manicure.

KIM AND RON -At Kim's house- Rufus: "Oh, there, there." Rufus tries to comfort Ron. Kim: "Look, Ron, It's not big; we've lost the kimmunicator before, right?" Ron: "I know we did! When will the carelessness end?" Ron says as he throws the moodulator controller over his shoulder onto the ground, anger gets activated. Kim: "You know, your breakfast Nacos are getting cold so how about we reheat them in the microwave and get to school? Wade can find the Kimmunicator back." Ron: "I don't want those stupid Nacos anymore!" Ron shoves it away, Kim catches it just in time before it falls onto the floor. Ron: "You just want to go to school early so you can tell Wade that I lost the Kimmunicator, again! And then we can all laugh at Ron's expense while you look like little miss perfect. Yeah right! I'm going to school alone and tell this news to Wade myself!" Ron storms off, Rufus looks worried at Kim. SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -At the lab- Drakken is throwing an anger tantrum, files are spread out around the lab like confetti and cabinets are toppled over. Shego is leaning against a pillar and rolling her eyes. Shego: "Look, I get it, you were obviously upset about your broken nail." Drakken stops in his tracks and looks at Shego over his shoulder. Drakken: "Meaning...?" Shego: "Meaning that you were overreacting." Drakken's face scrunches up and he marches over towards Shego in a rather threatening manner. Even she is slightly taken aback by it. Drakken: "Overreacting? Overreacting?! Me?! I-" Drakken hits his toe hard against one of the fallen cabinets and screams out in pain curling up in a fetal position. Shego isn't sure what to do; help him up or let him be. Shego: "You know what Doc? You go figure it out, I'm going to let you cool down and when I get back, you've better cleaned up the lab and started on our doomsday thing." Shego walks towards the lab exit.

-Jim and Tim find the Moodulator controller and mess around.-

Drakken becomes sad and runs over and stands in between the exit and Shego. Drakken: "W-Wait Shego I'm so sorry, please don't leave me! I don't know what I'd do without you!" his mood gets changed from sad back to anger Drakken: "But you'd like to know, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?! Wha... Uh... What was I talking about?" Shego cocks her eyebrow and crosses her arms Shego: Did I forget your birthday? Is that what this is about? KIM AND RON -At school at Kim's locker- Kim: "Ron what's wrong with you?! You made Big Mike cry!" Ron: "Oh trust me KP, the guy had it coming! And if I see Drakken and Shego, I'll make them cry too!" Kim: "Right... Speaking of them, I wonder what they are scheming..." Ron's mood rapidly changes to happy. Ron: "I have no idea, but I know that together, you and I, we as a team can stop them!" Ron's mood changes to sad. Ron: "...Unless I let them get away, again." Kim: "Ron, are you okay?" Ron snaps into anger. Ron: "Why? What do you mean by that?" Kim notices Josh and Tara passing by. Kim: "Oh, I see... It's okay Ron." Ron: "What do you mean, 'okay'?" Kim shakes it off because talking about Tara and Josh might be a bit too much for Ron now. Kim: "Nevermind, let's go to class. The Kimmunicator can wait" Kim grabs Ron's hand to drag him away from the 'situation', at this point his emotions shift to 'love' They arrive at their class. Kim: "Uhm, Ron? You can let go of my hand now." Ron: "What, oh- uh, yeah. Well, haha-" Ron stumbles to his seat and sighs keeping his eyes on Kim. Bonnie: "Some things are just too weird to even think about". SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -Back at the lab- Shego returns back to the lab after seemingly going out for some errands. She notices to her horror that Drakken is tinkering with her tanning light. Shego: "Dr. D, I give you 5 seconds to explain what you're doing with my tanning-" Drakken quickly zooms to her side and leads her towards her cozy spot in the lab. Drakken: "I've made modifications to the electron magneto accelerator and with a push of the button, it will super-charge this ordinary lamp to optimize your tanning experience" Drakken presses the button, a huge blinding light flashes and the chair underneath the lamp vaporizes. Shego's hands flare up and she is about to fire but Drakken instantly is next to her with a credit card ready in hand Drakken: "How about I buy you a brand new more luxurious tanning bed AND we go out shopping for new outfits and to an all-inclusive high-end spa?" Shego looks from Drakken to the credit card back to him. A tad weirded out but hey he pays for it. Shego: "You know what, alright." Drakken: "Oh goodie! Let me grab my swimming trunks!" and he sprints off.

The lovey-dovey montage now engages. - Drakken takes Shego to a spa. She's in literal heaven but gets a bit surprised when Drakken suddenly tries feeding her grapes. She -cautiously- accepts it but then seems okay with it. She closes her eyes again and eats the grapes he offers, not noticing that Drakken is sneering and glaring daggers at the very nervous masseur. - Ron takes Kim to an empty Bueno Nacho and sits her down at a booth. He snaps his fingers and a whole mariachi band emerges from behind the counter and joins in with the background music for this part of the scene. Ron rushes into the kitchen and comes back out again revealing an entire DIY Naco platter in the shape of Kim's face surrounded by a heart-shaped border of tortilla chips. Kim blushes hard and is very surprised at this. Rufus licks his mouth and tries to dive into it but Ron stops him and tosses him aside so he can sit close to Kim. Rufus catches himself and grumbles crossing his arms. - Shego and Drakken are now shopping around. Drakken pulls her into a very fancy and expensive-looking store, Shego doesn't mind and actually seems to be enjoying herself. Shego tries on some different outfits and Drakken approves all of them, giving a thumbs up as he takes out his credit card and pays for the clothes. KIM AND RON -At the school's Gym- Kim: "Hey, Monique? Do you have a sec?" Monique: "Yeah Kim, what's up?" Kim looks around carefully before speaking, making Monique cock her eyebrow. Kim: "It's about Ron." Monique: "You're in a pickle, huh?" Monique laughs. Kim: "This is so not funny Monique, I think-- I think Ron's actually crushing on ME." Kim grabs both sides of her hair squeezing it together. She looks distressed. Monique: "Okay, first of all: breathe girl. Secondly, it does explain why all of a sudden he starts taking more care in his appearance. You seen him? I had to make a double take this morning before algebra class to make sure it was him and not some exchange student!" Kim: "Yes, I know... And it's freaking me out! It's not the Ron I know!" Monique: "So, if it were the Ron you knew, you'd be down for dating?" Kim: "Wait, wha--, NO! Of course not! Ron and I are just friends! We've been so since kindergarten!" Monique: "And...that's it? You're sure that there're no other feels?" Kim: "I-- I well" Kim starts blushing harder clearly thinking back of the other day "I don't know. Yesterday he went out of his way to make some kind of romantic dinner in his own Ronny-way." Monique: "Awwww girl! That's cute-- was it cute?" Kim snaps back to reality Kim: "Well, if you consider your face being made up of various meats, cheeses and beans; and then being eaten cute-- then I guess cute." Monique: "You want my advice?" Kim: "I'm all ears." Monique: "Give it a chance, who knows! Maybe you two are meant to be. If he goes out of his way to do all of this, maybe he's the one- in his sort of Ronnish-ways." Kim: "What?! Monique! He's my friend- ugh! This conversation has never happened, he can never know about-- He's standing behind me isn't he?" Kim turns around and almost smacks into Ron who's standing literal inches away from her.

Ron: "Hey KP!" Kim: "Ron! Hi! Uhm- hey, could we? Get somewhere private? I've got something important I want to discuss." Ron: "Wow, I was just about to say the same thing! It's like we are thinking the same-- Wait, no! First me! Hold on, I've been practicing this for twentyten--" Ron takes a second to count on his fingers, "Thirty hours straight! Whatever you want to discuss with me has to wait, because I'm going to ask you first!" Kim: "Ask me what?" Kim looks confused but it quickly turns into nervosity as Ron kneels down on one knee and holds out a little box, it's revealed to be a pickle-shaped brooch. Monique: "Oh...my...gosh." Ron: "Kimberly-Ann Possible, we've known each other ever since we were little and you defeated my bullies -who strangely enough look very familiar to me- and saved me and the world multiple times over and over again from super freaks. You are the light of my life and I want to be with you forever and ever. Tonight's the big Middleton Days festival, and I don't have a date, would you do me the honor of being yours?" Kim gets fidgety and gulps, not expecting this and actually feels herself blush deeply. Kim: "Date? You want to go to the festival as my date?" Ron: "YES! YES I DO! BOOOYAAAH! I'LL PICK YOU UP AT 7!" Ron jumps into the air and runs off before Kim realizes what happened. Kim: "Oh no... what have I done."

KIM AND ANN -At Kim's house- Kim: "OK, so Ron and I have been best friends forever. Maybe dating is the next step. I mean, what's not there to like about Ron? I mean, he's funny, cute, dependable and dating could be-- the next step?." Ann watches as her daughter paces around the place. "Ooo! Why didn't I stop him?! Why didn't I just say it was a misunderstanding!? What if this ruins our friendship, Mom? I don't want to hurt him and end up breaking his heart again!" Kim sighs and drops on her bed. Ann: "Again?" Ann looks surprised. Kim: "Long story..." SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -At some fancy restaurant- Shego and Drakken and seated far apart from the rest of the dinner guests with a view of the city below them. Shego is finishing her dessert when she notices that Drakken has been staring at her this entire time. He still hasn't touched his appetizer, main course, or dessert which is now balancing on the edge of the table. Shego slams her spoon down on the plate and crosses her arms, squinting her eyes at him. Shego: "Okay, spill. You've been acting all-" Drakken cuts her off by holding his hand up in front of her to speak. Drakken: "Shego, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Shego: "Uh- Actually, I'm going to be real with you here Dr. D; after the past days, I'm not really sure what you're thinking anymore." Drakken: "Go on! Guess!" he looks eagerly, making Shego a bit uneasy. Shego: "Uhm... "How am I going to keep a good credit score after all this splurging?"." She gets startled as Drakken lets out a loud laugh. Drakken: "No, silly. Don't worry about that!" Shego: "Right, okay, heh-" Shego gulps, looking around, "then what were you... thinking about?" Drakken: "I was thinking it's time for some evil!" Shego lets out an elated sigh. Shego: "Finally! Phew- for a second there I thought you were about to propose to me-" Drakken's face gets flushed and a big grin appears Drakken: "I mean if you-" Shego pinches Drakken's lips closed. Shego: "No- let's ignore what I just said and focus again: Are we talking about "Take over the world evil"?" Drakken nods his head frantically. Shego lets go of his lips. Drakken: "I know just where to begin... Middleton days." Shego: "Gosh, I feel like I should say something sarcastic, but hey, the night's still young. Let's get you a doggy bag and-" Drakken cuts her off once again. Drakken: "And I'll be your date!" Shego: "Say my what now?" Drakken: "Your date? You know? Evil boy meets evil girl?" The two of them get interrupted by the waiter bringing the dinner bill. Shego takes a glance at it takes in a sharp breath looks back at Drakken with an apologetic smile, sliding the bill across the table towards him. Shego: "Ah, yes, fine. Um, evil date it is!"

KIM AND RON -At Kim's house- Kim finds the Moodulator controller on the table and frowns, Kim: "Ron's been acting strange ever since that mission-" James: "Oh Kimmie-cub, Ronald's here!" Kim puts the moodulator controller in her purse and rushes over to the hallway. Kim: "Hey Ro-, Ro-- Ron?" Kim is flabbergasted by Ron's transformation. His hair is combed neatly. He's wearing an actual not oversized suit and he seems to have a sudden boost of confidence. Ron: "You like it? I wanted to look perfect just for you. But- But not too perfect. 'Cause, ya know; you're perfect. You can do anything so- heh heh." James: "Riiiiiight- Well then, you kids have fun and Ron have Kimmy home by-" Ron: "10 o'clock but on special occasions and rescue missions, it's extended to 11. But no worries Mr Dr. P. We'll be back far before 10 sharp. It's a Ron Stoppable promise!" James blinks in surprise as Ann laughs it off.

-AT THE MIDDLETON DAY'S FAIR- Man: "And the prize goes to our winning rocket ranger." Ron: "Uh, Boo-yah! Here you go KP! It really wasn't that much of a big-dill." Ron giggles at his own joke as he hands Kim the pickle-shaped plush. Kim: "Heh heh. Um, yeah, boo-yah. Look, we need to talk." Ron: "Alright KP, I'm listening!" Kim: "OK, so, Ron... We've known each other for a long time. We're a great team, and..." As kim puts the plush in her purse, she hits the moodulator controller by accident. Ron: "Ha ha, team! Ha ha ha! Yeah, you said team." Kim: "Ron, I'm being serious here! I'm seriously worried about you! About us!" Kim puts her purse down roughly, making the moodulator controller switch once more. Ron: "Oh? And why's that?! Is there something going on I should know about?" Kim: "What? No-- Ron. You're acting so weird and I thought, maybe it's because of the Kimmunicator sitch and, you know; Josh and Tara-" Kim lowers her head in defeat, not knowing what to say. She leans against the purse and thus the moodulator controller. Ron: "Are you- Are you breaking up with me?" Kim: "Yeah Ron... I guess-- I guess I am." Kim can't help but to tear up. Ron: "Oh, I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I... Oh! You're just using me as a rebound guy" Ron runs away as he cries loudly. As soon as Kim notices, she gets up and runs after until she notices the Kimmunicator flying towards her. She catches it mid-air. Kim: "The Kimmunicator!" Cyrus: "Aha! Spy!" Kim: "Professor Cyrus! There must've been a misunderstanding, you see, during our last mission, we must've accidentally picked this up instead of our Kimmunicator!" Kim shows Cyrus the Moodulator controller. Cyrus: "My moodulator controller!" He grabs it from Kim's hands "This controls my moodulators!" Kim: "Uh- Moodulator? What does the Moodulator controller do, professor Cyrus?" Shego: "Dr. D, come on. Let's concentrate." She snaps her fingers in front of Drakken's face, "Can we just focus on turning that laser into a death ray? Just tell me how to do it and then I'll do it myself so you can go continue- whatever it is you're doing right now." Drakken sobs harder, Shego shields herself from incoming tears. Drakken: "You're leaving in my time of need." He wails, curling up on the ground. Shego grimaces and carefully takes the EMA from his grasp. Shego: "No, no, no, no. I'll be right back! Just stay right here and- uh- figure things out." Drakken: "I'm not gonna forgive you for this... Ever!"

Shego walks over towards the parade but gets bumped into by the crying Ron. The EMA falls and breaks, enraging Shego. She looks over at Ron as she flares up her hands. Shego: "Ugh! Has everyone lost it!?" She notices Ron looking awfully depressed and smirks. "Where there's a sidekick, there's a world-saving cheerleader. I guess this could be fun."

Shego arrives just in time to hear the last bit of information. Kim: "So this device had complete control of Ron all along?" Cyrus: "Precisely. With just the press of a button..." Ron: "KIM!" Ron cries out as Shego has him in her grasp. Kim: "Shego! Let him go!" Shego: "As you wish princess, catch!" Shego throws Ron as hard as she possibly can at Professor Cyrus. Kim tries to catch Ron but both of them bump into Cyrus, who falls over and lets go of the Moodulator. Shego catches it and flips through the different emotions. She instantly sees the changes in Ron. Shego: "So that's why Dr. D has been acting so off lately. But hey, not that he's any less weird without this thing. But total control over him is not such a bad idea-- HEY!" Shego growls as Kim kicks the moodulator controller out of her hands. It falls into a fountain and starts malfunctioning.

Professor Cyrus runs over to the fountain and fishes out the controller. He gasps. Cyrus: "Oh no! The circuits have been fried!" Kim: "So that means everything's back to normal, right?" Cyrus: "I'm afraid your friend is now locked into an irreversible frenzy of rage." Ron: "Grrr." Cyrus: "So I hope he's not angry at anybody because whoosh! That'd be bad." Ron: "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU USED ME AS A REBOUND GUY, KIM!" Kim starts dodging Ron's attacks as he starts using Monkey Kung Fu on her. Shego: "Wow, that sidekick's actually not half that bad..." Shego hears footsteps behind her and manages to jump away in time. Drakken tries attacking her and he seems to be fuming. Drakken: "Shego. After all that I gave to you, you keep on asking for more, and don´t hesitate to toss me aside! You know what that does to a man?!" Shego: "Let me guess, mad?" Shego engages in combat with Drakken. He tries to pull on her hair and retorts to try to bite her. She manages to evade him and ties his hands up behind his back by using his belt. Drakken grits his teeth growling lowly pushing back and trying to undo his hands. Shego: "You know, all of this is the fault of those teens. If it weren't for those two, we would've been rulers over the world already!" Shego smirks as she notices something click inside of Drakken's mind and she steers the enraged man back to Kim and Ron.

Kim: "Ron, Chill out. It's me!" Kim gets worn out and actually starts growing tired of dodging the punches. Ron: "Yeah? Kim the heartbreaker!" As Ron tries to punch again, Kim gets blasted to the side by Shego. She laughs as she holds Drakken in check who's trying to get out of her grasp and towards Kim. Shego: "HA! I can't believe it was that easy!" Seeing Kim struggling to get up makes Ron snap he can't stand the sight of it and his moodulator chip breaks. Ron: "Kim, I... I can't... KIM!" Ron runs over to her and glares at Drakken and Shego. Shego lets go of Drakken and he charges forward, however, Ron manages to get a hold of him, plant his heels into the ground and push him back using his monkey kung fu to make Drakken fly back into Shego, in turn, breaking his moodulator chip upon impact. Drakken is knocked out and Shego cries out in frustration as she lies in an uncomfortable spot that's not easy to get out of. Ron holds out his hand for Kim and she takes it. He carefully helps her back to her feet and wraps her arm around his shoulder so she can lean on him. Ron: "I'm so, so sorry Kim... I just-" Kim hushes him and smiles gently. Kim: "It's okay, Ron. So not the drama." Ron: "So I... I guess the crush and everything was all moodulator, huh?" Kim: "Yeah, I guess so..." both of them look away slightly, a hint of sadness on both their faces. Kim takes a deep breath and is about to say something but then fireworks go off. Both of them stare up at the sky in awe at the display of colors. They catch a glance at each other and smile, leaning a bit into each other's embrace.

Massive thanks to @creatorping for reading parts of it and discussing this! I absolutely loved her idea of Drakken being an enraged biter and it's just GHHH Also entirely grateful to kpfanworld.com for having these transcripts at the ready! This was a lot of fun to rewrite! I hope you liked it! :D

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What If Mona Lisa Was In More Episodes?

A TMNT 2012 Rewrite

If you follow me or have seen any of my posts then you know I absolutely LOVE 2012 Mona Lisa. She is my favorite character in the show and I love her relationship with Raphael. But it always bothered me that she didn’t get a lot of screen time, something I found strange especially since it’s canon that she becomes a member of the Mighty Mutanimals, but we never see her with the Mutanimals. Wasted potential if you ask me.

So, I’m rewriting Mona Lisa’s role in the story, giving her more episodes to be involved in. Keep in mind for this rewrite, everything from The Moons of Thalos 3 (her intro ep) to The Evil of Dregg will remain the same, the rewrite begins in the next episode, The Ever Burning Fire, so lets begin...

The Ever Burning Fire

The episode starts with Raph interrupting Mikey’s cartoon binge watching and it’s revealed that Mona Lisa is with Mikey also watching the show. Mikey complains to Raph how he was trying to teach Mona about Earth’s entertainment, but Raph tells them that can wait because they are all needed on the bridge. Mikey then begins to express his frustrations, how he misses Earth, Splinter, and Ice Cream Kitty. Raph assures him that it’ll be all over soon and Mikey leaves, feeling a little better. Mona then stops Raph and asks him “What is an ice cream kitty?” Raph explains to her that Ice Cream Kitty is Mikey’s pet back home on Earth.

Mona Lisa: Interesting… Do you have a pet as well?

Raph: I used to, but not anymore. But it’s fine, I still see him from time to time.

Mona Lisa: *looks at Raph confused*

Raph: It’s hard to explain.

Meanwhile on the bridge, Sal Commander and Leo are discussing plans. Leo comments that while he’s grateful him and Mona want to help them on the rest of their mission to stop the Triceratoms, he doesn’t have to drag himself and Mona into this fight. Sal tells Leo that the Triceratons have always been the Salamandrians greatest enemies and that he must repay Leo and his brothers for saving them and forgiving them after the “incident” on Dregg’s planet. Leo tries to convince him again, but Fugitoid stops him, telling to not bother. We learn through Fugitoid that Salamandrians are an honorable race, when they feel the did something disgraceful, they must regain their honor when it is lost. Because of the dishonor the Salamandrians put on themselves in the previous episode with Lord Dregg, Sal and Mona wish to reclaim their honor by assisting the turtles in their mission to find the last pieces of the black hole generator, stop the Triceratons, and help save the Earth. Think of it as a debt that needs to be repaid.

(This reason gives us a good excuse to keep Sal Commander and Mona Lisa around for more episodes)

When Lord Dregg attacks their ship he claims he wants revenge on the Turtles for killing his Scorpinoid and for Sal and Mona for betraying him. The gang call out Dregg saying he is at fault for his pet’s death. Raph and Mikey then jump in to defend Sal and Mona, saying they didn’t betray Dregg, calling him delusional and saying he blackmailed them and forced them to do his dirty deeds against their will and how he should leave them alone for their Salamandrian friends have been through enough.

Once on the fire planet, Magdomar, Raph falls into the cavern (like in canon) and Mona goes after him to save him. Stuck at the bottom of the cavern together, Mona and Raph assure their friends that they are fine and that’s when Raph spots a strange looking egg. As he goes to grab it Mona tells him to not touch it but as she says that the egg hatches revealing a baby alien turtle.

After getting out of the cavern with the fire tortoise, Raph and Mona show everyone what he found.

Raph, holding Chompy: Hey guys! Look!

Chompy: *cute roar*

Casey: A baby turtle?! Raph, dude, why didn’t you tell us Mona was preg-

Raph: CASEY!!

Mona then explains to everyone that the baby isn’t there’s and that Raph found him, theorizing that the baby alien turtle imprinted on Raph. Raph names him Chompy Picasso, Leo and Donnie comment that they think it’s best if Raph returns the baby to where he found him but before he can, they spot the Triceratons and take cover.

The rest of the episode goes as it does in canon and at the end of the episode when it’s believed that Tokka is dead Raph and Mona take the responsibility to raise Chompy as their own “child”, starting the trend of Mikey and Casey calling them “Dada Raph” and “Mama Mona”.

Earth’s Last Stand

As the team heads off to Earth to stop the Triceratons once and for all Sal and Mona express their high respect and gratitude towards the turtles for all their hard work to stop the galaxies greatest threat. Mona even makes a comment that she is looking forward to seeing Raphael’s home planet for he has talked about it to her so fondly in the past through their “love mail”. Raph then tells Mona that if there’s time he can give her a tour of the city after they win. That’s when Sal jumps in and says that there will be no time for that for he and Mona must return to their home planet once the battle is over and their debt is finally repaid. The news obviously upsets both Raph and Mona but they remain quiet, with Mona reluctantly agreeing with her commander. Raph begins to worry that once they stop the Triceratons he and Mona will never see each other again.

When Fugitoid tells the truth that he built the black hole generator everyone including Sal and Mona are rightfully furious. With everyone one’s mixed feelings, Sal throws in a comment saying how dishonorable of a man Fugitoid is for creating such a disgraceful weapon, and for the Triceratons no less, to which Leo agrees with and led to him going on his solo mission.

I also imagine a moment after Leo is saved from his solo mission and almost dying, Sal Commander comments to him that he understands his frustration but a leader must set an example for his team and not put himself or others at risk.

Leo: I just wanted to be like Captain Ryan… He’s my idol…

Sal Commander: Well, if this “idol” of yours does foolish actions like this often, I suggest rethinking who you look up to. You’re better than this Leonardo.

NOTE: I know this is a Mona Lisa rewrite but honestly Sal Commander needed more moments as well and I feel that there was a missed opportunity for a Leo to look up to Sal as his role model and get leader advice from. Also Captain Ryan was a d!ckhead and NOT a good role model for Leo.

Once on Earth, Fugitoid drops off the Turtles, April, Casey, Mona, and Sal on Earth and he flies away in his ship. The team has no time to waste and run off into battle to help their past counterparts to stop the Triceratons.

During the battle on Earth there is a moment where Past!Raph is in trouble, with a Triceraton having him cornered and about to shoot him with his blster. Mona then runs in and saves Past!Raph, taking out the Triceraton. Past!Raph watches her fight and is amazed by this beautiful warrior who just saved him. Mona then checks in on him and tells him that even though he is not “her Raphael” she will always protect him. Past!Raph blushes as Mona runs back into battle.

Past!Raph, watching Mona Lisa in awe as she continues fighting the Triceratons: What a woman…

Raph: I KNOW, RIGHT?!

During the battle Slash and the Mutanimals take notice of Mona Lisa, impressed with her skills and there would be even times of them working together to take a few Triceratons down. The realize they all make a pretty good time.

After the following happens: Shredder and his men escape, Fugitoid’s sacrifice, the Triceratons finally defeated, and the Past!Turtles going with Past!Fugitoid, Sal Commander believes he and Mona’s debt has finally been repaid. Sal begins saying his goodbyes, but before he could tell Mona its time to leave, Mona stops him. She asks him why they should leave so soon. She states that there’s obliviously more threats on Earth that need to be stopped and they should continue helping the Turtles, using Shredder and the Foot as a prime example, commenting that Shredder is a dishonorable man for trying to attack Splinter from behind and then running away “like a coward” (a comment everyone agreed with and found amusing). Sal tries telling her that this is not their battle to fight but Mona again disagrees. That is when she makes the big decision, she request permission to remain on the planet Earth.

Sal is unsure and worried for her staying on a planet they are both completely unfamiliar with. That is when Raph steps in and assures Sal he’ll be there to keep her safe and “show her the ropes”, even adding that he and Sal both know she’s strong enough to take care of herself. Slash and his team even jump in and offer that Mona can stay with them. Slash explains that he is always looking for new recruits and with her strength and skill, he and his team would love to learn a thing or two from her.

Sal finally agrees and says his goodbyes to Mona, telling her he will miss her and she was the best lieutenant he could ask for. The two share a hug and Sal returns to Salamandria, as Mona and her new friends call it a night, tired from their long journey and battle.

NOTE: By this point onward, Mona is in a new outfit. I imagine that once she starts living on Earth she changes her clothes. Her armor is gone, and her new outfit will still be her teal bodysuit she wears under her armor and her blaster gloves and shoes, but this time with the inclusion of a cropped leather jacket and a belt with many hostlers and pockets around her waist to hold her sword and other weapons/devices.

Insecta Trifecta

Mona enters the episode when Splinter and Raph are in the dojo talking about mental wounds and Raph’s bug phobia. Splinter invites Mona to the lair to talk with Raph and finally talk about what happened on Dregg’s planet, telling them that a couple should talk through there problems instead of ignoring them. Splinter basically plays the role of Raph and Mona’s couples counselor, and maybe at one point even compares Raph and Mona’s love to what he had with his wife so many years ago.

Raph and Mona finally talk about the Dregg betrayal, how Raph felt, how Mona felt, how it effected them and the relationship, and how stronger they became because of it. The two then share an embrace, giving Raph some peace of mind, but he still worries he’ll freeze when fighting Stockman’s bugs again. That’s when Splinter teaches him the mantra.

Raph thanks Splinter, Mona gives him a good luck kiss, and heads off to save his friends, leaving Splinter and Mona alone in the dojo. It’s quite for a moment before Splinter turns to Mona and offers to make her some tea. Mona smiles and happily accepts.

By the end of the episode, when Raph returns to the lair he finds Splinter and Mona still in the dojo chatting and laughing while enjoying some tea together. Raph learns that while he and the others fought Stockman’s bug army, they have been getting to know each other and have become close friends. Mona excuses herself to go make more tea for Splinter. Once alone, Splinter comments to Raph that Mona is a wonderful young woman and he approves of her, something Raph is very happy to hear.

Raph then thanks Splinter for teaching him the mantra and Splinter reveals the meaning. The scene ends with Mona returning to the dojo with a fresh pot of tea, as her and Splinter continuing their conversation, with Splinter referring to her as his “future daughter-in-law”. Raph blushes from the comment while Mona does not seemed phased by it (most likely not knowing what it means, assuming its a term of endearment) and Raph joins them for tea as it cuts to the finale scene with Stockman and Shredder.

Mutant Gangland

This is the first episode where we would officially see Mona with the Mutanimals! In the opening scene we would see Mona and the Mutanimals fighting Vizioso’s goons, Mona shows off her skills and puts up a good fight, while also getting a good taste of her dynamic with her new team and friends. Her, Slash, and Leatherhead have a big brother- little sister dynamic going on, her and Rockwell seem to butt heads with their intelligence but still respect each other, and Mondo Gecko occasionally flirts with her.

When the nerve gas gets thrown at them Mona is the only one to not be affected (because the nerve gas only works on mutants and she is not a mutant). The bad guys take notice of this detail and run off, leaving Mona to help her fallen comrades.

When on the search for Raph, instead of Mondo Gecko, it’s Mona Lisa who goes with Donnie in the Party Wagon. Why? If Donnie is trying to reason with an angry Raph and convince him to come back, who’s the best option to help convince him: a mutant gecko he does not like or his girlfriend?

While looking for Raph, Donnie and Mona get to talking, Mona asks what cause Raph’s outburst (this time) and Donnie explains to her what happened. Mona comments that Raph had a point, how Donnie and his brothers shouldn’t slack off seeing how Shredder is still out there and the threat could grow even greater than they expect if they are not prepared (foreshadowing Super Shredder). Mona would explain to Donnie that is how it is on her planet, how you must always train and be ready for anything for “the more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle”. That’s when Donnie realizes that was the phrase Raph said to Leo during their sparring in the beginning of the episode and he obviously picked it up from Mona, most likely when training with her. Donnie tells her that while she’s right, they need to be prepared, Raph and the others also need to relax, how life shouldn’t always be about battle. Both their words stick with each other, Donnie thinking of the negative outcome of not being prepared for future threats, and Mona thinking of the negative outcome of overdoing it and pushing your limits.

Donnie and Mona find Raph after he just stopped a bank robbery. Donnie tries to talk to Raph but he refuses to listen, so Mona gives it a try.

“My love,” Mona tells him gently, “I understand your frustrations, believe me, I have had my fair share of experience of emotions similar to what you are feeling now, but a warrior never turns his back on his comrades, especially to those who are his family.”

We would see that Mona's words get to Raph, having him stop in his tracks and think about what she said, but before Raph could say anything, Don Vizioso’s gang attacks, firing a missile at the Party Wagon.

Raph panics seeing Donnie and Mona both hurt after the explosion. He rushes over to help them but is stopped by the ambush. We get a fight sequence of Raph, Donnie and Mona Lisa teaming up and fighting Vizioso’s goons, but soon, just like in canon, Donnie along with Mona get captured.

“The Doc wanted one of these mutant freaks to study. See what makes them tick. The scrawny one will do, but I think he’ll also he interested in the lizard,” Raph overhears one of the goons comment, “It’s not affected by the nerve gas. We gotta find out why.”

Donnie and Mona get taken away by Vizioso’s gang, leaving an injured Raph guilty and scared for them as he realizes his mistakes.

While being held hostage, Vizioso figures out that Mona is not a mutant, but an alien. Feeling he hit the jackpot, having a mutant to experiment on to help perfect the nerve gas and an alien he will make a fortune off of by selling her for millions to some top secret government facility to be dissected and experimented on as well, because, well... ALIEN!

The turtles and Mutanimals rush in to the rescue, the turtles heading inside Vizioso’s hideout to save Mona and Donnie while the Mutanimals stay outside to handle the rest of his goons. After setting them free (and even a quick RaMona hug), Donnie runs off to help his brothers, now pissed at Vizioso for almost being experimented on (foreshadowing Donnie’s short murder arc in S5) while Raph and Mona join the Mutanimals outside.

During the fight Raph gets to see Mona and the Mutanimals teamwork in action for the first time seeing that they have special fighting routines and sequences to help them all work together. Raph even notices and is impressed that the Mutanimals have picked up a few fighting moves from Mona as well.

After the battle everyone returns to the lair. We see Raph (along with the others) wrapped in bandages from the fight. Mona is next to Raph tending to his wounds, working on wrapping a bandage cloth around his arm. Leo and Donnie approach their brother with Leo showing his gratefulness that he’s okay, and Donnie apologizing.

Leo: I’m glad you’re okay, brother.

Raph: Sorry I got so intense when we were sparring.

Donnie: Sorry I pushed your buttons, dude.

Raph, obliviously trying to play the “tough guy” act: Okay, okay, let's stop apologizing. It's making me feel weir- OWW!!

[Mona Lisa, still tending to Raph’s wounds tightens the knot on Raph bandage she’s wrapping, causing him to shriek out in pain]

Mona Lisa: *glares at Raph*

Raph: *sighs in defeat*

Raph: It’s okay, Donnie, but you don’t have to apologize. I’m just glad you and everybody else are safe.

Mona Lisa: *smiles and gives Raph a quick kiss on the cheek*

Splinter’s line at the end about life being “short and precious” sticks with Mona the same way Donnie’s comment earlier about taking a break and not over doing it. These two words of wisdom have her think that there’s more to life than just battle and she begins questioning her way of life. “Is there really no harm in taking it easy and finding peace?” Mona wonders to herself.

Tokka Vs The World

Mona does not make a appearance in this episode, but she gets mentioned a few times.

Raph mentions in the beginning to Mikey that sometimes Mona pet sits for him and Casey and/or Mikey make jokes how taking care of Chompy is good practice for Raph for when he and Mona finally decided to settle down, comments that make Raph fluster.

Mona would also get mentioned slightly when the Turtles see Bishop. At TCRI when Bishop mentions how all alien creatures like Chompy should not be on Earth, Raph and his brother all give each other a quick look, silently deciding not to tell Bishop that Mona Lisa is also on Earth, this will play in with Bishop, Raph, and Mona’s dynamic/conflict in When Worlds Collide.

Requiem

Mona is at the Mutanimals lair seen chatting with Shinigami while Karai goes over her plans with Slash and Leatherhead. Together the two new friends mess Mondo Gecko who is trying to flirt with Mona. Shini and Mona share a good laugh watching Mondo try and fail to impress them while they continue their gossipy chat.

I’d also imagine we’d see Mona and Karai’s dynamic for the first time here. They respect each other as fighters, but they both have hard time trusting one another. In a way, they have a friendly rivalry, they're always challenging each other, always ready to thrown a snarky comment at one another & respond with an even more ruthless comeback. A parallel to Leo and Raph, the two alpha females fighting for control in how there attack on Shredder should go.

When Mona joins the discussion on how they should attack Shredders secret lair, Karai would make the argument that Mona is new and she should get no say in how her plan should go. Mona argues that she's been in more wars than anyone in the room, how's she more experienced than anyone so she should have a right to add her own thoughts and to help come up with a strategy to take Shredder down.

During the attack, she helps her friends fight the Super Shredder and the rest of the Foot Clan but fails and eventually escapes the fire with everyone, and when the teams split up, she goes with Splinter’s team (Raph, Casey, April, and Slash)

Along with Slash, the two get knocked off the building during the Super Shredder fight, but they both do not witness Splinter’s death, only the results when they find the Turtles holding their dead father and mourning him in the streets below.

Owari

Mona Lisa attends Splinter’s funeral with everyone else, perhaps she’s by Raphael’s side comforting him, but that is only scene she is in for the episode.

When Worlds Collide

After the opening scene of Sal Commander receiving word that the rouge Salamandrian who took his eye and left him to die so many years ago is still alive, he begins his journy to Earth, trying to contact Mona Lisa.

In the lair, we get a RaMona and Apriltello double date, the two couples watching Spaceheroes: The Next Generation together. With the episode giving Raph and Mona too much déjà vu and Donnie and April’s popcorn fight annoying them, Raph and Mona head to Raph’s room to hang out in private.

In his room Mona sits on Raph’s bed playing with Chompy while Raph plays his drums for them. Soon Mona notices Raph’s old space gear and they get to talking about their time together in space. Sharing a sweet moment, the two lean towards one another for a kiss but get interupted by Raph’s space helmet ringing.

Answering the call, it is revealed to be Sal Commander. He explains to them that he is coming to Earth on a mission and needs his former lieutenants help as well as Raph and his brothers. They agree and head off with everyone to meet up with Sal.

Once on Earth, and reuniting with Mona with a welcoming hug, Sal informs everyone of his mission, he is on a manhunt to look for a rouge Salamandiran who is terrorizing Utrom and transporting to and from Dimension X. The team figure out its The Newtrailzer and with a common enemy they agree to take him down.

Mona’s role in this arc will play a similar to how it went in canon, just instead with the inclusion of The Mighty Mutanimals, or at least just Slash, because Mona is already on Earth and living/working with the Mutanimals so it makes sense for them to get a little more involved.

While working alongside Sal Commander again, and feeling a wave of nostalgia, Mona questions if she misses the life she left behind in space and wonders if she should go back to it.

When Bishop joins the fight he discovers that Mona did not come to Earth with her commander, but instead that she’s been on Earth for quite some time. This angers Bishop and begins the side conflict between him and the couple.

Throughout the arc Bishop tries to convince/guilt Mona Lisa into going back to Salamandria once the mission is complete, knowing she is questioning her choices, claiming it is not her real home, but Mona has a realization by then end, seeing how her friends all care and protect each other like a family, she realizes that she was never happy on Salamandria and how on Earth she is free to do what she pleases, not having to listen to military orders. She has made friends and found her own family within the Mutanimals along with being with the man she loves. She is at peace.

This arc will, in a way, be a closing for Mona’s mini arc, finding peace with herself and her new life on Earth. The arc ends with Sal saying his goodbyes to Mona as he heads back to Salamandria again, this time promising to visit Mona whenever he can. Raph still punches Bishop’s head off when he tries one last time to get Mona to leave, and Mona and Raph happily embrace and share a loving kiss, looking forward to what the future has in store for them.

Wanted: Bebop and Rocksteady (80′s Crossover)

Mona is with the Mutanimals and is first seen helping them stop Bebop and Rocksteady. She and the Mutanimals work well together as a team and Mona even shows off her strength when Leatherhead almost falls out of the building and she single-handedly grabs his hand and pulls him up from the ledge before he could fall. Maybe we even get a scene of Mondo Gecko still trying to hit on Mona but she ignore/dismisses him.

Then she meets 87 Raphael:

Mona Lisa: Raphael!

Raph & 87 Raph: Yeah?

Mona Lisa: ...W-What am I seeing here?

Raph: Oh! Right, sorry, I know this is confusing, but Mona Lisa this is me from another dimension.

Mona Lisa: Fascinating… So there are other universes out there. Hmm... he’s quite adorable, but he’s not as charming as you, my love.

87 Raph: Hold on a second! You’re Mona Lisa?!

Mona Lisa: That is what Raphael calls me, yes.

87 Raph: Wow...

Raph: Jealous?

87 Raph: A little, but mostly surprised. She’s nothing like my Mona Lisa back home.

Raph: Really? What’s she like?

87 Raph: Cute, witty, and the smartest girl I’ve ever met. *smirks* Maybe even smarter than your Mona Lisa.

Raph: Hey! I’ll have you know that my Mona Lisa is the strongest warrior in the whole galaxy!

[The two Raphaels proceed to argue over whose Mona is better as Mona watches on flattered by her boyfriends words about her, but also hopelessly confused]

I’d also imagine a funny comment from 87Raph where he asks Mona if she has ever considered wearing pink. The joke would be brought up again at the end of the arc where Mona would ask Raph if he thinks that she would look good in pink. Raph would ask her why and Mona says she’s just wondering before saying to herself, “Maybe just a scarf?”

I hope all my fellow Mona Lisa stans enjoyed this little rewrite! Let me know what you think in the comments! Anything I should’ve added or change? Feel free to share! Until the next rewrite!

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sunandmoonseisai · 7 months

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My next drawing is taking longer than expected, and because I still wanted update this blog with 101 ds content, here's my personal epilogue to the episode "D-factor".

Something I didn't like about this episode is how it pretend that Dylan doesn't have a clear personality when it's obviously not true. So of course, I drew dolly cheering him up because that's what make me happy.

#101 dalmatian street #dylan dalmatian #dolly dalmatian #fanart #my art #fan comic #artists on tumblr #dylan and dolly #save 101 dalmatian street #episode rewrite #epilogue #wholesome

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lemonous-snake · 1 year

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Title: The Son His Father Never Wanted

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: T

Warnings: Difficult representation of mental illnesses & coping mechanisms through John Winchester's delusions of the supernatural

Tags: Sam Winchester-centric, Trans Male Sam Winchester, Mental Health Issues, Mental Instability, John Winchester Not Being an Asshole, Supportive Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Episode: s01e01 Pilot (Supernatural)

Summary:

"Whoa, hey," the guy Sam's wrestling with says. He knows that voice. It's been about five years, but that's—

"Dean?" Sam asks. His stomach clenches uncomfortably.

"Uh. No. Yeah? I think I'm in the wrong apartment."

Sam lets go of his brother's shoulder.

"I'm lookin' for my sister."

"Um," Sam says.

In which Sam transitions while at Stanford, I rewrite the Pilot for the second time, and I project a lot onto Sam. For Sam Week 2023 LGBT+ Sam | Favourite Sam Relationships.

Event: Sam Week 2023!

#sam winchester #samweek2023 #lemon's fanfics #trans sam winchester #trans pride #supernatural #episode rewrite #fanfiction #notalemon

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idabbleincrazy · 3 days

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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless (Prologue)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 6433

Warnings: smut, bottom!Lex, foreplay, dirty talk, brief oral, rimming, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal, bottoming from the top, The Princess Bride references

Summary: Lex finally gets Clark Kent in his bed.

A/N: yeah, I lied. the prologue will now be three parts, not two. oops.

Part Two:

Lex found himself pinned to the solid oak door the second he closed it behind them, Clark's bulk pressed against him from chest to groin as the brunette dipped his head to capture his lips in a kiss.

"Clark! Didn't Martha tell you to behave", Lex asked with a groan, his head thudding back against the front door as he pulled away from that forever tempting mouth.

"And I did." Clark took advantage of Lex's exposed throat, skimming his teeth over the smooth column of skin hard enough to sting, but light enough that any resulting redness would fade away within minutes. "I kept my hands to myself the whole ride here."

"Wow, ten whole minutes. What a - oh, shit, yeah - a hardship."

"It was, actually, watching you handle that stick-shift. The only reason I managed was 'cause I didn't want you to end up wrapping the car around a tree. You need to stop driving so fast." Clark's broad hands clutched at Lex's waist, lifting him up, and Lex let instinct take over, his legs wrapping around Clark's hips. "You're...precious cargo, Lex, and better undamaged."

Lex heard the unspoken mine in that half-second pause, and an unexpected thrill of arousal coursed along his spine. He was his, had been for a long time, he just didn't expect to like being so owned, possessed. But Clark was his, too, that mutual claim an invisible tether drawing them together against all odds. A rougher nip to his collarbone pulled Lex from his thoughts, and with a groan, he tugged futilely at Clark's hair.

"God, can't…not here, Clark. The staff…"

And with a yelp of shock, Lex felt Clark's arms wind around his back, clutching him close as he sped through the foyer and up the stairs, only stopping once they'd reached the first landing.

"Your room, or mine?"

"Christ, Clark, warn me before you do that!"

Clark stifled a chuckle and nuzzled into Lex's neck.

"Sorry. You know I'd never drop you though, right?"

"I know, I'm just still getting used to the knowledge that you have all these abilities. Seeing, and feeling, them in action like this is a bit more than I was prepared for." Lex tucked his head into the crook of Clark's shoulder, hiding his eyes from the dizzying sight of the world moving past them in a blur. "Alright, my room."

Clark zipped them down the long hallway to where he knew, thanks to a few instances of curious snooping, Lex's bedroom to be. He'd only ever seen the room through the skewed perspective of his x-ray vision, so when he stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind them, he set Lex on his feet and looked around the large space.

Easily the same size as his own, Lex's bedroom was not styled in the same dorm-room-meets-technophile chic that had been utilized in decorating Clark's. Much like the library-slash-office and the media room, Clark could tell that Lex had had a heavy hand in personally picking out the furnishings of the room; rather than the modern, sleek chrome and black leather he saw in the more public rooms of the house and Lionel's LuthorCorp office, the bedroom was tastefully strewn with carefully selected pieces of antique furniture. Each of which Clark was sure had a rich and storied history that Lex had memorized.

Hell, Clark suspected even the bed, that might even be slightly larger than even his own, had once belonged to some minor prince or duke a few hundred years ago. It was placed against the far wall, fitting perfectly within the broad strip of wall that was set between the wide stained-glass windows facing out towards the sprawling garden behind the manor. The windows themselves were currently shuttered away behind thick, velvet curtains of the darkest shade of purple Clark had ever seen.

A door lay off to the left side of the room, and flipping into his x-ray vision for a second, Clark confirmed his suspicion of it being a walk-in closet; one that was nearly as large as the main room. Off to the right, a slightly ajar door led the way to an extravagant bathroom. There were a couple of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves placed around the room, full of books similar in subject to those in the library, and one shelf completely filled with Warrior Angel comics, making Clark smile.

The main source of lighting came from an ornate ceiling fixture that was not quite a chandelier, but not not a chandelier, though there was a lamp on the bedside table that was set on the left side of the bed.

Lionel's decorative tastes had always seemed to smack of the nouveau riche, whereas Lex's private spaces tended to exude old money, and the bedroom was no exception. This looked like a place where Lex allowed himself to just be, all the masks he was forced to wear daily left outside in the gloomy stone hallway. Clark could see himself sharing this space…someday. Tucking themselves under the plush plum comforter after long days at their respective jobs, snuggling into each other's arms as sleep came. It was a room he could see a future in.

"Clark?" Lex's quizzical tone pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned around to see Lex now sprawled out on the bed, his feet bare and surprisingly arousing. Clark felt a dopey smile twist his lips as he watched Lex stretch up to take off his t-shirt, his slightly flagging erection rehardening as whipcord muscles and an expanse of pale, smooth skin were revealed to his sight. He'd seen him naked twice already, but he expected he'd never stop being amazed by the sight before him. "We don't have to have sex, you know? If you're not up to it."

Shaking off the look that he belatedly realized might come off more as sleepy than aroused, Clark let out a snort of laughter, toeing off his boots and crossing the room at a pace just this side of human.

"Trust me, between being a teenager, and alien stamina that seems to be powered by the sun, I'm pretty much always up for it."

The sound Lex made was somewhere between a hungry growl and a groan of despair as he pulled Clark down on the bed next to him as soon as he was in reach.

"God, you're going to wear me out before I'm thirty, aren't you?"

"Nah, with that Kryptonite-enhanced healing you've got going, I think you'll hold up pretty well until at least thirty-five."

"Smart-ass." Lex turned onto his side, propping himself on an elbow to look down at Clark, admiring the sight of him finally in his bed. For however long that lasted. "Seriously though, we haven't really talked everything out yet. Bad as my record for relationships may be, I do want this to work out, Clark. There's a lot you still don't know about my…activities…over the past year, and while I am going to try to get everything halted as soon as possible, with my father back in the picture…"

"Stop." Clark's voice was firm as he sat up, taking Lex's face gently in his hands. "I may not know everything, but I know enough for now. I know I trust you to do the right thing. No couple knows every single detail of the other person's life at the immediate start. It's been less than a day, Lex, I…can we just have one aspect of our lives be normal? Can we just let ourse get used to this, to being together, before delving into the difficult, complicated stuff?"

Looking into Clark's earnest, pleading, dazzling green eyes, Lex felt himself relax, slightly. Normal. Could he even do normal? And just how normal could a relationship really be, between an alien with a savior-complex and a meteor-mutated billionaire who was still clawing his way out of the clutches of his dictatorial father? There was no precedent for something like this, they would have to figure it out as they went through it, and hope for the best. The scientist in him both balked and thrilled at the prospect.

"Alright," the businessman in him won out, "we'll table it for now. But, I want you to stay away from Jason from now on. I don't trust him, or his mother. I think they have their own agenda in searching for the Stones, separate from even my father's reasons."

"I think you're right. About not trusting him. Even Lana was starting to question everything about their relationship; she said that's why she broke it off with him."

"Right," Lex took Clark's hands in his and stretched them up over their heads, pinning them against the headboard as he rolled himself over on top of Clark, half-straddling the broad chest, "now that we've got that all, mostly, settled, where were we?"

Clark gasped at the very sudden resurgence of his arousal, surprised once again by the fluid grace of Lex's movements as he unexpectedly went from beside him to on top of him. All thoughts of the Teagues, and Lana, and Lionel, and anything else they had just been talking about, flew from his mind as the solid, warm weight of his…boyfriend? lover?...of Lex, settled onto him, their fingers lacing above his head, Lex's dipping to press his lips to Clark's in a kiss that was way too slow for his liking. The instant Lex parted his lips, Clark flicked his tongue out, delving past them, seeking out Lex's and urging it into action. They'd done slow and sweet up in the loft, right now, he wanted the rush and urgency that had led them from the front door to here.

Lex let Clark take control of the kiss, following his lead when their tongues tangled, losing himself in Clark's need. He shifted, settling himself in Clark's lap, letting out a moan when he felt Clark's hardness against his own, regretting that they were both still way too clothed.

"Lex", Clark rasped out against his lips between kisses, barely remembering to let the other come up for air. "Oh, God, Lex, want you."

"Yeah? How do you want me, baby? Hmm?"

Clark bucked up, really wishing he could feel skin against skin.

"I want…oh, shit…want you in me this time, Lex."

Lex broke the kiss and let go of his hands, sitting up on Clark's thighs. Clark can't quite figure out the odd look on his face, so he shifts them, sitting up against the headboard and cupping Lex's cheek, the other hand bracing against the bare skin of his back.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I think we should wait before we take that step, Clark."

Clark felt the nervousness he didn't feel the night before make its appearance, confused and suddenly absent of all the self-confidence he'd had the last two times they'd made love. He let his hand drop back into his lap, glad now that he wasn't yet naked.

"I…is it me? Do you…do you not want me like that?"

Lex huffed a self-deprecating chuckle and this time, he was the one to take Clark's face in his hands, his eyes serious as they locked with Clark's.

"Oh, Clark, believe me, I want you. God, I want you, every way imaginable. But, think about it logically." Lex paused, deciding how to word it in less scientific and mathematical terms, knowing full well that Clark may be much more brilliant than his GPA might lead others to believe, but that the young, horny, nervous man probably wasn't firing on all cylinders right at that moment. "You know how, when you're in me, and I'm coming? The way I clench down on you…can you feel that, more than when I'm not?"

"Yeah…kinda. It's…it's like you're suddenly a bit tighter than usual. I mean, it doesn't hurt," Clark hurriedly added, not wanting Lex to think the feeling was painful for him, "it just feels…more. I…oh. Oh!"

"Yes. See, it's not that I don't want to be the one doing the fucking, but I don't think that's really an option right now. Even with all the care you take to keep yourself under control when we're having sex, it's a medical risk. Even humans can't completely control muscle tension during orgasm, Clark, and with your strength…"

"Ow. Yeah, I get it." Clark's face fell at the realization that he might never get to feel Lex's cock inside him, feel what Lex felt that made his eyes go wide when he thrust just so. Then a thought struck him. "What about Kryptonite? It weakens me. I could hold a piece in my hand and-"

"No!" Lex was staring down at him wearing a horrified expression. His grip tightened around Clark's face, though it was still far from painful. "You are not going to subject yourself to the effects of green Kryptonite just for the sake of having my dick up your ass, Clark! How could you even suggest that? I've seen what it does to you, Clark, and I am not going to condone recreational use of something that could end up disabling you."

Clark hadn't expected him to get so upset over the suggestion, and a lump swelled in his throat at how much Lex cared. He seemed just as angry about the hypothetical usage of Kryptonite as his mother had been when she'd caught him trying to use it in order to stay on the football team a few months ago.

"Okay! Lex, okay. We won't use it. I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought…"

Lex's grip loosened and he dipped his head down for a soft kiss, exuding his understanding. Of course he would love nothing more than to sink his cock into that virgin tight hole, stake his claim on the man he loved; but even as sadistic as he could, at times, be, he would never want to see Clark going through that kind of pain.

"I know what you thought, Clark, but the answer is no. At least for now. If it's something you really want to do, I can run some tests, try some experiments with the refined Kryptonite that's still at the factory…but it'll take time."

"I get it. And, thanks. But, when you're working with the Kryptonite, just, be careful. I really don't want to have to deal with another evil twin incident."

Lex shuddered at the thought. From what he'd been told of the incident where he'd split into two separate Lexs', with two separate and opposite personalities, an evil twin definitely wasn't something he wanted to deal with, either. Especially now that he knew Clark's secrets.

"I'll be careful, if you'll be patient." Lex smiled when Clark nodded, and kissed him again, deeper this time, wanting to rekindle the flames they'd allowed to sputter down to embers. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

This time, Lex kept control of the kiss, teasing Clark's tongue with his own before retreating to trace along his plush lower lip, and dipping back into his mouth again.

"You know, I may not be able to fuck you the way you want, but there are still other ways I can make you feel good back there."

Clark's eyes darkened and let out a low moan as his mind provided him with images. Then he remembered their earlier activities.

"Oh, God. Um…maybe I should clean up a little first, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting."

"Huh, you know, I actually forgot we're still a little messy from the last round. Guess I should…"

"No, don't. I…" Clark felt his face heat a little with a flush of desire and embarrassment. "I kinda like you a little dirty."

Lex raised an eyebrow, a rush of arousal running down his spine.

"Clark Kent, you're rather kinky, aren't you? Good."

Clark let out a relieved chuckle and rolled them over on the bed, untangling himself from Lex. Speeding into the bathroom, he quickly stripped and washed the necessary areas before zipping back out and on top of Lex before he could even register the shift in position. He definitely registered the sudden lack of clothing, the feel of Clark's warm, bare chest against his making his eyes darken from crystal blue to stormy steel as he clutched Clark back to him.

"Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is."

Clark flashed him a blinding grin and rolled them again so that Lex was back on top, his denim-covered erection grinding teasingly against Clark's. Lex looked down between them and realized it was the first time he'd gotten to see Clark's cock before it was fully hard. He found himself inexplicably entranced by the way the barest tip of it was peeking out from the foreskin, an opaque drop of fluid beading on the slit.

Shimmying down Clark's thighs, Lex bent over his groin, smirking through parted lips as he blew over the head of Clark's cock, watching it twitch. Flicking out the very tip of his tongue, he lapped up the drop of pre-come, letting himself savor the small taste. Last night, he'd been in too much of a hurry, too aroused, too stunned that it was actually, finally, happening, to really enjoy the act of blowing Clark Kent. This time he wanted to make Clark beg for him the way he had begged so mindlessly for the younger man. The whimper that fell from Clark's lips was a good start.

"Patience, Clark. It's barely past noon, and we don't have to leave till six."

"Lex, don't tease."

Shark grin flashed and Lex licked over the head of Clark's cock again, watching with a possessive gleam as the foreskin slowly drew back at his touch. Another slide of tongue brought forth a fresh welling of pre-come that he dutifully cleaned away, continuing the tortuous ministrations until the plump mushroom head of the brunette's cock was fully visible, shiny with his saliva as the thick cock darkened with pooling blood and curved towards Clark's golden, toned abdomen. Sitting up, Lex admired the sight of the ruddy twitching length before finally allowing his gaze to trail up Clark's body.

The young alien's hands were at his sides, digging into the sheets in an effort not to take control again. The sight of the visible strain in Clark's muscles as he fought back his own urges made Lex impossibly harder, his own aching erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Clark was panting softly through parted lips, his eyes dark and glittering with need, like a storm brewing over an ocean. His gaze broke from Lex's and dropped down to his clothed groin, letting out a hungry groan at the way his jeans left absolutely nothing to the imagination as to what state the older man's cock was in.

"God, you're beautiful like this, Clark. So hard for me. Did I look like this last night, when you were teasing me with your dirty talk and your surprisingly detailed fantasy? Did you see me on your bed like this, spread out and needy, aching for more?"

"Yes", Clark croaked out, his voice raw with restraint. He let out a moan of frustration as he bucked his hips into the air. "You were fucking gorgeous like that, Lex. Waiting for me to tell you what I wanted you to do. Please, Lex, show me what it felt like, when I…oh, God…when I ate you out."

Lex growled in victory at getting Clark to beg so prettily, so filthily, this quickly. He'd expected to have to tease the brunette a lot more than this to exact those sweet sounds. He had never thought Clark would be so unabashed about sex. Of course, he'd also never thought that Clark would have received a good dose of sexual education á la Metropolis, either. The two of them were going to have to take a trip to the city sometime this summer, so Lex could see Clark in that unruly environment firsthand.

Knowing Clark was probably reaching his breaking point, and that he would need to feed the young man sometime soon, he took mercy on him, scooting back on the bed to make room.

"Turn over, Clark. Tuck your knees under you."

Lex watched avidly as Clark complied, eyes trailing down the large expanses of smooth, tanned skin. As Clark folded his knees under himself, his ass raising into the air, Lex couldn't hold back a moan at the sight.

"Jesus," Lex swore under his breath, his hand stroking up the back of one broad, muscled thigh, over the curve of the firm cheek. "Would it kill you to have just one physical flaw, baby? You're so perfect, it's not fair."

"Lex," Clark let out a whine, his ass pushing back against Lex's hand as it teased closer to the cleft hiding his most intimate part. "Please…"

"Shh, let me admire you." Lex slid his other hand up to match the first on the opposite cheek, pulling against the warm, soft flesh just enough to reveal the dark pink pucker. "Fuck. You know, on second thought, it just might be worth losing my dick just to have this sweet ass clench around it even once."

"Lex, we've settled this. I like your dick in working order, thank you very much. Now," Clark wiggled his hips in an attempt to entice Lex into action, "would you please eat my ass?!"

Lex felt a shudder run down his spine at how unbelievably hot those words sounded coming from Clark's lips. Unable to deny either of them any longer, he leaned down and licked over the furl of muscle. And was nearly bucked backwards off the bed when Clark contorted in pleasure at the fleeting touch with a loud moan, Lex's grip on his impenetrable flesh barely keeping him in place.

"You really haven't been touched by anyone else here, have you?" Lex's voice was slightly muffled as he breathed the words out against the heated backside, teasing his mouth over trembling flesh. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah", Clark panted out, struggling not to squirm under the feathery strokes of Lex's mouth. "Just wasn't expecting to be so sensitive there. I usually only feel that much from my own fingers, no matter where I'm touched. I was expecting it to feel less intense. Please, Lex, again."

Wondering if the apparent sensory increase was because of the location and sheer number of nerve endings, or if it was to do with their bond, Lex flicked his tongue out over the clenching hole, prepared this time for the way Clark thrust back against him. Immediately following it with another broad stripe of his tongue, Lex noticed Clark begin to settle, adjusting to the intensity of the sensation. The brunette still rocked back against the lapping appendage, but out of a longing for continuous contact rather than out of shock.

"God, Lex, feels so good. In me…please, Lex,..."

Lex groaned at the sound of Clark's plea, the vibration eliciting a yip of pleasure followed by another whimpered 'in me'. He could feel the puckered muscle loosening as he teased the tip of his tongue around its rim, and he let his eyes fall shut as he threw caution to the wind, unable to resist his need for a deeper taste, not when the beautiful creature beneath him begged for it so needily. He pierced his tongue into the slick passage, stabbing quickly in, aiming where he hoped the nub of nerves would be.

"Oh, God, Leeexxx! Fuck, baby, gonna come! Move!"

Lex barely had time to pull away before Clark went rigid beneath him, a long, loud, moan and cry of his name accompanying the younger man's climax. No way would he have been able to pull out as quickly if it had been his cock sunk so deep within the tight passage. He wouldn't have wanted to, damn the consequences.

His own erection throbbed painfully against the trap of denim containing it as he rained soft kisses over planes of slightly sweat-damp skin, easing Clark through his unexpected release.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. God, it's okay." He slid his hand over Clark's thigh, soothing the trembling limb. "Jesus, Clark, I love how responsive you are. So invulnerable in everything else, yet so humanly reactive to sexual touch."

"Just you…" Clark hiccuped, surprised by the explosive orgasm he had barely been able to hold back long enough to warn Lex. "Only you. It's never been like this. With anyone else."

As Clark caught his breath, he turned over onto his back, pulling Lex on top of him as he shifted away from the wet spot he'd left on the bedding. Lex let himself be maneuvered, the manhandling quickly becoming something he enjoyed; and wasn't that a bit of a revelation?

"Well, that makes us a little more even, then, Clark."

Clark beamed that sunshine smile of his up at Lex, his hand slipping behind Lex's neck to pull him down into a deep, searching, savoring, kiss. Lex welcomed the exploration, mirroring Clark's aroused groans as their tongues tangled. He could feel Clark's cock against his stomach, the damp length still hard despite having just come, and his own twitched desperately in his jeans, aching for relief.

"Clark," Lex moaned against his mouth, his hand scrabbling at the button of his pants. "God, baby, need you in me. Now."

Clark growled hungrily and broke the kiss, pushing Lex up onto his knees astride his lap. Swatting Lex's hand away from its endeavor, Clark trailed his thumb and forefinger down the sides of the very visible erection, squeezing the shaft through the denim in a tease of a stroke. Lex gasped out a whine of need, his hand raising to drag fingers roughly through Clark's hair.

"Christ, Clark! Guess I'm meeting that bitch called payback, huh?" Clark huffed out a dark chuckle, his fingers repeating their tortuous movements. Lex bucked into his loose grip, but was stilled by his other hand as it wrapped around his hip. "Come on, baby, please. Let me, oh, God, let me get out of these jeans already. Want to ride you, Clark, come on."

That, apparently, was just the right chord to strike. The jeans were gone in a flash, air cool on the heated skin of his cock, and the bottle of lube he kept in the top drawer of his bedside table had been located and placed beside his hand where he braced against the mattress. Clark flashed a grin up at him as he recovered, hands stroking up his sides, thumbs stretching out to brush over hard, pink nipples.

"Prepare yourself for me, Lex. I wanna see you stretch that tight hole open for my dick, baby."

Lex fisted his cock in a tight grip, breathing deeply through his nose to keep from coming on the spot.

"God damn, Clark. Do you have any idea how hot you sound when you talk like that?"

"Yeah, I do. And one of these days, I'm going to make you come, just from the sound of my voice. But not today."

Lex dipped his head down for a quick, sloppy kiss, snatching up the lube as he rose back up on his knees. Squeezing out a scant amount of the cool gel on his fingers, he kept his gaze locked with Clark's as he reached behind himself to ease his forefinger into his aching hole. He could still feel traces of Clark's previous release coating his passage, adding to the slickness as he thrust the digit in.

Clark watched Lex's face as he worked himself open, catching the way his eyes widened minutely as he slid a second finger in. His hands roamed restlessly over his pale, smooth chest, feeling the way the lithe body undulated as he fucked himself open. He marveled at how sensually beautiful the older man looked like this, lips parted on silent gasps, hips thrusting back on his own hand, the other gripping at his shoulder for balance. His cock throbbed painfully against his stomach as he watched the wanton display. He let his gaze drift down over Lex's body, his fingers tugging at hardened pink nipples as he watched Lex's cock twitch and spurt an opaque dribble of pre-come.

"God, Lex, you're so fucking hot like this, fucking yourself…c'mon, baby, need you."

Lex groaned, his fingers speeding to ready himself for Clark's sizable cock. He gave silent thanks that he was still a little loose from their earlier lovemaking, knowing that otherwise, there was no way his own slender fingers would have gotten him nearly open enough for the girth he could feel nudging against the curve of his buttocks. Easing his fingers from his twitching hole, he took up the bottle of lube again, pouring out a generous dollop onto his palm. Kneeling up higher, he watched Clark's face avidly as he reached back and wrapped his hand around the brunette's cock, slicking the shaft while Clark let out a grunt of need.

"Fuck, Lex, now. Ride me, baby."

"What's that one country song say?" Lex angled Clark's cock slightly as he scooted back until he felt the broad head pressing against his loosened hole. Sliding slowly down the thick length, he answered his own question in a breathy moan, "save a horse, oh, fuck yeah, ride a farmboy."

"That's…" Clark chuckle-groaned, eyes rolling back in his head at the exquisite pleasure of Lex's ass sinking down around his aching erection. "That's cowboy, Lex. Jesus, you feel good."

"If you don't want me to ride you hard and put you away wet, maybe don't worry about semantics while your cock is up my ass?"

A gleam flashed in Clark's eyes as he grinned up at Lex, the older man adjusting to the girth that filled him completely.

"As you wish."

"Oh, you little shit!" Lex's gape of shock and faux-anger turned into a smirk of revenge as he lifted up, nearly pulling off Clark's cock. "I am not Buttercup."

With that, he thrust himself back down, pulling a delicious groan from Clark. Of course, the action also elicited a shuddering gasp from his own lips as the head of Clark's cock brushed against his prostate.

"Okay, okay…not a princess. I give. Now, please, do that again."

Mollified, Lex leaned forward, bracing himself against Clark's chest, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as he started rocking his hips.

Clark ran his hands over Lex's body, not bothering to try and guide the headstrong billionaire's movements, just luxuriating in the feel of all the smooth, lust-warmed skin available to his perusal, surrendering to the older man's more experienced ministrations.

"Oh, God, Lex." Clark thrust up as he felt Lex buck down, both young men groaning out as his cock sunk deeper. "Fuck!"

As though sharing each other's thoughts, Clark bent his legs up so that his feet planted firmly against the mattress, just as Lex sat back up, leaning back to brace against strong thighs. Clark forced his eyes open, unsure when they had closed, and moaned at the erotic sight Lex made; legs spread wide to either side of him, head lolling back against his shoulders as his torso arched forward, the sight of his own cock disappearing into the slimmer man warring for his attention with Lex's hardness as it bobbed with each movement.

Lex reached behind him, wrapping his hands around Clark's ankles for leverage as he worked himself on Clark's cock. It was a new angle for him; the few times he had bottom from the top, it had been brusque, jerking himself off as he rode his partner hard and quick, caring more for his own release than the other man's. Now though, every reaction he pulled from Clark was noted, filed away for later use. Every time they had sex was a whole new experience, from last night's utter debauchery to this morning's revelatory lovemaking to this odd combination of the two. Sex had never been about love for him, it had always been about power, about control, satisfaction. But with Clark, love was inseparable from it, love was threaded through every soft caress of those huge hands that could crush solid steel in a heartbeat, every thrust, every moan, every kiss. Clark fed every need Lex never knew he had, to be loved, to be touched, to be seen, well and truly, beyond the power of his name.

The electric spark of arousal that coursed through him as Clark's cock thrust against his prostate broke him from his musings, drawing a loud, growly moan from his throat. He could feel Clark thickening inside him, knew the younger man was growing close. He bit back a groan of regret that it would soon be over; much as he wanted it to last forever, his own aching cock demanded its own relief.

"God, touch me, Clark. Please!" Forcing his head to lift back up, he watched as Clark complied, one broad palm sliding up the length of his leaking cock, the other reaching up to tug and pinch at a nipple. "Oh, shit! Fuck, yeah, like that, baby. Just like that. Oh, God, Clark, don't stop."

Clark groaned and thrust up into Lex harder, fairly lifting them both off the bed as Lex picked up his pace, riding them both into oblivion. His balls drew up and he strove to hold out, wanting Lex to come first, needing to feel the clenching tightness around his cock.

"Lex, oh, fuck. So close, baby. C'mon, Lex, ride me hard. Look so good on my cock, baby, taking me so deep…God…tell me you're close."

"I'm right there with you, Clark", Lex moaned out, amazed he was still coherent enough to form words, his orgasm rushing closer with every buck of his hips. He wanted to come now, needed to, but some unseen thing was holding him back. "Oh, God, Clarrrrkkk! Please…"

"That's it, baby. Come for me, Lex. Lemme see you. Oh, Jesus…fuck…now! Come now, Lex!"

And that was it. Something snapped loose within Lex and he felt his release crash into him like a freight train, his hips still thrusting erratically, back and forth between hand and cock. His cock pulsed almost painfully, and he watched with wide eyes as his come jettisoned out, thick ropes of it landing across Clark's chest and neck, one particularly forceful spurt striking across the brunette's lips and cheek. There was a long, loud cry echoing in his ears, and he wasn't surprised to realize it was his. Clark's hips never stopped bucking up to meet his, even as the way grew tighter, his muscles clenching around the thick shaft piercing so deeply.

"Jesus Christ! Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come, Lex, just…so perfect." Clark worked Lex through his climax, fending off his own until the last drop of tepid seed was wrung from the twitching cock in his hand. "That's it, baby, give me everything."

As Lex began to go limp from the exertion and powerful climax, Clark gripped a hand around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Lex licked away the come that covered Clark's bottom lip, tongue delving into his mouth to share the taste.

Clark released Lex's spent cock to wrap his hand tightly around his waist, holding him still as he moaned into his mouth. The taste of Lex's come on his tongue leached away the last of his control, and he held Lex in place as he sped his thrusts almost past human norm, his cock pulsing inside the still-clenched passage, fresh bursts of come joining what remained from before. Lex's hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as Clark rode out his climax, releasing so much of himself that he could feel it start to trickle back out, sliding down his shaft and into the thatch of surrounding curls.

Finally, the last spurts pulsed out, his cock finally softening as he stilled his hips. Lex broke the kiss with a quiet hiss of displeasure as it slipped out, regretting the loss already. He looked down at Clark, both of them panting, and smirked.

"Hey, no floating, this time."

Before Clark could parry the quip, Lex hoisted himself up off of him, stretching out beside him. He leaned over and licked away the smeared trail of come from Clark's cheek, continuing down to his ear when he leaned into the touch with a contented hum.

"Think I'm ready for the rodeo, stud?"

Clark let out a bark of laughter, arms wrapping around Lex's waist as he rolled them over on the bed, careful not to crush the more vulnerable man beneath his weight.

"I'll be your bucking bronco any time you want, baby." Clark kissed him soundly. "That was amazing, Lex. You're amazing."

"Only with you, Clark. It's never been like that with anyone else. I…," Lex broke off, trying to word it right in his mind before voicing the swirl of thoughts in his head. "Clark, I've been with so many people, done almost every kink you could think of…but I have never felt the way you make me feel. Nearly a decade of sex, and it has never been that good, that real."

Clark shifted to brace his weight on one hand and stroked his fingers over Lex's sweat-damp face, smiling when his eyelids fluttered at the gentle caress.

"I love you, Lex."

"I love you, too, Clark." Lex lifted his head to meet Clark's descending mouth in a chaste kiss, feeling the growing bond between them solidifying that much more. "Now. I'm sweaty and leaking all over my very expensive, very nice comforter, and you're going to be itchy if you don't wash that mess off soon. Shower, now, farmboy."

"As you wish."

This time, Lex merely laughed along with Clark at the inference, raising his arms expectedly as Clark clambered off the bed. Clark scooped him up and strode across the room to the adjoining bathroom he had spotted earlier.

"Yeah, you're not Buttercup," Clark mused sarcastically, looking around the opulent room that sported not only a shower big enough for three, but also a separate claw-foot bathtub, and what looked like a small jacuzzi, along with the toilet and sink.

As Clark stepped into the shower and set Lex on his feet, keeping hold of him when his legs proved shaky, Lex merely shrugged.

"If the title comes with unlimited sex from you, and being whisked around everywhere, I think I could get used to being a princess."

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#clex fanfic #clex #smallville fanfic #episode rewrite #lemon

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jennagrinsoverml · 1 year

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Title: the universe is laughing

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: G

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

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My gift for @writtenbyrain for the @mlsecretsanta! Happy New Year! I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Season 5, in particular Passion.

Summary:

With the release of her transformation, Marinette's paralysis releases too.

She shrieks, finally able to give vent to the feelings that have been churning inside of her ever since she saw her partner detransform from her place in his arms.

When she’d been paralyzed by Venom, she couldn't so much as close her eyes to prevent seeing that Chat Noir is— is—

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Marinette was conscious for Chat Noir's detransformation in Passion. What does that mean for our heroes?

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 #ml passion #ml love square #ladynoir #ladrien #identity reveal #ml2k22 #ml fic #ml fanfic #canon divergence #episode rewrite #lady noire #mister bug #jennawrites

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master-of-stupidity · 9 months

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Was thinking of the uh Masters of all Time episode and like- I didn't like the future changing bit cuz alot is supposed to change it just seemed like ppl swapped places- personalities and other things should've swapped too????? This episode had a lot of missed potential so I'm changing that!

Also extra stuff besides just changing the episode I'm making it into its own seperate universe-

Danielle as the Danny in this universe (And Danny as the clone but unlike the og plot he helps with Jacks evil lil schemes and helps a lot he does. Jack also acts as his father figure.)

Sam and Tucker switch places with tech lover and goth vegan :3

Also if u have any other questions feel free to ask like any specific episode or just other things u may be thinking of!! :D

#danny phantom au #danny phantom #dp sam #dp tucker #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #dp jack #dp Maddie #dp danny #dp Danielle #au #masters of all time #episode rewrite #character redesign #idk how to tag this #haven't seen this show in years

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midnightcreator12 · 1 year

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Well, only one person replied to my post..... but that person was @antimattercontainment Who is awesome soooooo....

Fr tho, just wanna talk about this cus I drew a thing, anyway!

My one main issue with the 2012 Mutant Apocalypse was this guy here VVV

Maximus Kong, aka Leo, aka the Shredder stand in for this arc. And I don’t dislike him because of the design, but because he’s Leo.

You’re telling me Leo, who is routinely shown to be a very empathetic person with a strong sense of justice throughout the show, became a ruthless, tyrannical overlord who's only goal is to take over the world after losing his memories?

And yeah, we could make the argument that he was alone and probably got picked up by a bad crowd, or he got like this to survive, but I personally wouldn’t have gone in this direction.

So, I guess this is kinda an AU? Does it count as an AU if I’m not really gonna do much with it?

idk, anyway!

So, the arc goes down like normal, the only change is Kong is not Leo and he’s brought up from episode one as this kinda boogeyman that everyone tries to stay as far away from as possible and his Beast. The story goes that Kong has this powerful, unstoppable mutant that no one can kill. No one really know what kind of mutant it is, anyone whos gotten close enough to see it is swiftly killed by it.

Throughout the arc Kong shows up just behind our heros, starting pretty far away but getting closer with each appearance. And whenever he appears, the audience sees flashes of a hulking beast with mutagen glowing spikes and murdious glowing eyes. No one gets a good look at it, not even Donnie can get a good read on what that thing is, but where ever Kong is, his monster is right at his side.

Then we get to the final fight, Raph is on Kong’s rig and is actually winning the fight. But then Kong whistles and Raph is tackled to the ground by the Beast. It towers over Raph, wild eyes and snapping teeth inches from his face, claws ripping at his armor.

And at first Raph fights back, ready to give his all against this monster. But then he looks, really looks, the monster in the eye, in an attempt at intimidation maybe, or ready to face his death head on.

But he knows those eyes. The scalaria has gone green and bloodshot but he knows that shade of dark blue almost as well as his own neon green.

(look this is as close to scary as I can get, just pretend he looks scary)

“Leo?”

And at first, the name doesn’t seem to do anything but make Leo more mad, doubling his efforts to try and take Raph down. But Raph has switched tactics, now going on the defensive and begging Leo to recognize him, to remember him.

Leo doesn’t seem to hear him, he does hesitate a few times but Kong commands him to “Take that worm down for your master!” And goes right back to attacking Raph.

Eventually he slams Raph to the ground hard enough to daze him. Kong laughs as Raph hoarsely keeps calling for Leo, saying, “Whoever that freak used to be is long gone. You waste what little breath you still have.”

Kong grabs Raph, intent on beating him to death. Raph cries out when something in his shoulder snaps. He turns to look at Leo standing to the side, staring at the scene unfolding.

And, thinking he’s going to die here, Raph wants Leo to know one thing, “Leo....I love you brother.”

And something shifts. It’s still fuzzy but something deep in Leo’s mind stirs, remembers a much smaller, younger Raphael.

His brother...that’s his brother.

Kong was not expecting his loyal attack dog to suddenly pounce, he barely had time to react before powerful jaws closed around his neck with a wet crunch.

Leo then goes to Raph, his voice is all but gone from years of not using it, but he nudges his brother, wheezing out a weak, “Raph.”

Then the tank lurches. It had been heavily damaged in the fight and was veering through the canyons out of control. Leo doesn’t even hesitate to curl himself over Raph, tucking his long lost brother close as the rig is ripped to pieces around them.

When the rest of the gang catch up, they find Leo, curled up in a ball. At first they freak out when they see Leo’s maw is coated in blood but Leo slowly rises, revealing a very alive Raph under him.

Leo stares at his family, voice still rasping painful as he calls for them, “Donnie....Mikey....”

And then it clicks for everyone and they all surge forward to hug their big brother.

They’re reunited, brothers against the world. As it should be.

So, yeah, that was the one bit in MA that I didn’t like and how’d I fix it. Have a good day y’all!

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mutant apocalypse #mutant apocalypse #episode rewrite

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the-cosmos-withinus · 5 months

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Chapter 2 of my Shadow Puppets based Elsewhere and Elsewhen rewrite, Be All my Sins Remembered, is up!

#shadow puppets au #philip wittebane #luz noceda #lilith clawthorn #fanfiction #elsewhere and elsewhen #episode rewrite #I should draw a lore post about Luz and her sword too

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maslosstuff · 3 months

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Oh so now when I have other friends and a girlfriend it's a problem now, since when did you care?

#They are difficult to draw in style #fake screenshot #fake screencap #my fyp #rugrats #all grown up #2000s cartoons #lil deville #angst #episode rewrite #phil deville

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Can we have the scene from the baby showers with Laurance, Garroth and Aphmau in the street Laurance has fake proposed to Aphmau to get Zane off their backs as gay as humanly possible.

Also if I can be greedy can we have Zoey coming to fetch them from the Irene dimension as gay as humanly possible

A 2 for 1 deal huh? I'll be real with you, I was gonna make these be in the same post, but upon going back to the first episode of season 2 I have so much to do with that scene that it's going to need to be its own post. You'll still get both scenes, but the second one needs more time to cook the delicious angst I know you feral beasts all crave.

scene takes place in episode 56 before the polycule has gotten together and is much more a moment of realization for all three of them (largely Garroth). All of them know Laurance loves Irena, and she gave him a very hesitant answer in response. So they aren't together, but aren't not together? I don't get it either.

Silence lingered as Zane walked past. All three of them waited for the sound of his door closing. Laurance waited a second later before he spoke.

"I'm sorry," He finally whispered, but the final sound came out like a laugh. "I'm so sorry--"

"Don't," Garroth started, letting out an uneasy breath. He glanced up at Laurance and... Smiled. It felt really nice to smile like this. "You saved Lord Irena's life, again."

"Yeah, you did," She muttered. She was never more grateful that Laurance was blind and unable to see how much she was blushing. And how shaky her hands were. The silver bracelets on her wrists clanking together might have given it away. "I-I'm amazed you thought of that."

"I just heard him threatening you, and I couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

"No, no, Laurance you were perfect!" Irena reached forward, placing her hand on his shoulder. It was like second nature. She was never physical with him before, but knowing he was blind made it easy to just fall into the habit of having a hand on him. "It worked, right? You bought us some time."

"Yeah..." Garroth let out a sigh as he glanced between them. There was a thumping of his heart, but it didn't feel like jealousy, as he expected. It was the same kind of feeling he got when looking at Laurance in the academy. The same kind of feeling he got when Irena put on a flower crown. At the same time. "I would have never thought of that."

"I've heard Zane's voice before, but I had no idea the High Priest of O'Khasis was so..." Laurance looked to where he thought Garroth was. He was wrong but it's the thought that counts. "Cruel."

"It's okay. You acted when my anger got in the way of my judgement and saved my lords life." Garroth looked up to Laurance, the sound of his helmet the only indication to the blind man that he'd moved. "I can't even begin to express my thanks to you, Laurance." Warmth spread across Laurance's cheeks, a rush of life he desperately needed. Even if he was blushing and grinning like an idiot, even if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he made it known how much Garroth's words meant to him.

"Me too," Irena cut in, her left hand nervously twirling loose strands of her hair. "I'm really sorry you had to be in this situation at all, but you saved my ass. Again."

"That's just what I do for you, my love." Irena rolled her eyes and gave Laurance a slight smack on the shoulder, but it only made him start laughing again. Garroth expected something still, some sense of envy. The only envy he felt was that he didn't know enough about flirting to join then. But he wanted to.

"I honestly wish he had done something to directly harm a member of Phoenix Drop," Garroth admitted almost sheepishly. He took a deep breath, and instead leaned against his shield and tried to take on a cooler demeanor. "Then I would have really done something to shut him up." Laurance gasped in a sort of fake horror, in a way that Irena had heard Cadenza do before. It made her giggle, and that made Laurance giggle in turn. It did not make either one of them want to kiss the other, definitely not.

"Careful Garroth, you know what happens to villages that step out of line. We're lucky we stayed small enough that O'Khasis just took notice."

"Right. I'm not seriously thinking of doing anything that rash. Just wishing for it."

"Can't fault you for that," Irena agreed with a breathy laugh. An uneasy feeling started to settle in, one Laurance was determined to fight off.

"I feel I should make it clear, I have no intentions of marrying Lady Irena, either. That was just a ruse to get Zane off our backs."

"Aw, that's too bad!" Irena pouted out her lip and spoke in an exaggerated tone. "And here I was about to plan and decorate the entire thing."

"Oh really? And who would officiate it?"

"Not Zane, that's for certain."

"Y'know, Castor is a shaman. He might have the power to officiate." That earned Laurance a smack on the shoulder that made all three of them burst out into giggles. And now it was Laurance's turn to be absolutely elated to hear the sound of their laughter. To hear it come from a genuine and wholesome moment, compared to the cruel mocking laughter he became used to in the Nether. To remember that he was loved.

"Keep up with those suggestions and we'll get divorced before we can get married!"

"Oh, my love, you wound my heart with your cruel words. Whatever can a poor, blind poet do to recapture your love?"

"Quit being such a romantic might be a good start," Garroth shot in playfully. The words could have come off harsh, jealous, even biting, but his tone was loving. His tone was practically dripping with love. Garroth didn't realize it, but Laurance sure did.

"I can't help it."

"He really can't. But it's fine, because I can always get back at him."

"And how do you plan on doing that, my love?" Irena reached up and ruffled his shaggy hair.

"I could always have Cadenza dye your hair again. She'd just say she's redoing your roots, but maybe it's a completely different color and you wouldn't even know."

"She would do it too," Garroth agreed.

"Don't egg her on!" Laurance defended. "My darling fiance already threatened to dye my hair blue."

"And what if Cadenza actually took my suggestion?" Irena's sing songy tone made Laurance raise an eyebrow as he tried to look down at the likely smug expression of the woman leaning onto him.

"She didn't."

"She did." He tried to look to Garroth.

"She did." Laurance's eyes widened in fear, and his hand suddenly went to his hair, bringing it in front of him before he pouted slightly. Right. He still can't see.

"Please tell me you're joking." Unbeknownst to Laurance both Irena and Garroth glanced at each other, and even if his face was hidden, she could practically see the goofy grin plastered across his face. She really wished she could see him. Irena gave him a raised eyebrow, and Garroth just shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to her how far they would take this bit.

Laurance's hand reached for Irena in a more desperate manner than she expected, which was enough for her to break. The moment Laurance held her hand, she burst out laughing, not blind to the way his fingers danced over the pulse point on her wrist. Seconds later Laurance and Garroth were laughing with her, all three of them simple elevated into the feeling my one another. It was a genuine moment of sincerity and peace, desperately needed after the events of the past few days, and the anxiety Zane had brought.

It was an honor in Garroth's eyes to help in making Irena and Laurance laugh. He was overwhelmed by their love, clear and obvious for anyone to see, even more so that they allowed him to be a part of it in some way. Some perhaps foolish part of him wondered if he could truly love them both, and if he could love them in turn. For now, Irena swept around Laurance and hooked her arm in his.

"How about we get back to the party, my oh so charming fiance and his dashing blue hair?" Irena suggested, though the final comment earned her a groan from Laurance.

"You two better be joking about that or this marriage might actually end before it begins," He shot back.

"Don't worry Laurance, she didn't actually dye your hair blue," Garroth assured him. Irena fully pouted, sticking out her tongue.

"Thank you Garroth."

"Yeah, thanks Garroth for ruining my joke!" For a second he couldn't tell if her anger was sincere or not. Until she reached for him, grabbing at his elbow and dragging him so he was also arm in arm with her. "As a punishment, you're now required to come into Kiki's barn with us and enjoy the festivities yourself." Garroth looked down at those amber eyes and... he couldn't ever say no to them.

"Whatever you say, my lady."

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