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Owlcatober Day 31 - Owlcat
Owlcatober 2023 Day 31 - Owlcat
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Ophelia squirms in place as her mother brushes and braids her hair. It’s taking a long time- her hair is long, and she likes it that way, because her father can braid ribbons through it for fancy parties. But days like this, she just wants to chop it all off.
“Hurry, Mama,” she says, wiggling her shoulders. “If I’m late, they’ll leave without me.”
“No, they won’t,” her mother replies. “And it’ll take me even longer if you don’t hold still.”
“They will. Matty says he’s gonna do it all the time.”
“But Ronan and Ana never let him, do they?”
Ophelia pouts and crosses her arms. Her mother might technically be right, but that doesn’t change the fact that Ophelia’s cousins are all older than her, and she can’t be the one making them all wait. In a deep voice- an imitation of her father- she declares, “There’s a first time for everything!”
It just makes her mother laugh, while her father turns away from his mirror, his own hair half-styled.
“Was that supposed to be me?”
“Yeah. You say it all the time.”
A rapping at the window interrupts her father’s reply, and Ophelia smiles at the sound of Midnight tapping her head insistently against the glass pane.
The owlcat isn’t black, which Ophelia disapproves of. She thinks any animal named Midnight should be inky-black, but their Midnight is tawny brown and flecked with gray. According to her mother, Midnight was so named because ‘that was the time the damn thing woke me up every night before we finally took her in’.
Midnight still has a habit of clawing at the windows, but Ophelia has never minded. The owlcat is practically her best friend.
At the sound of her best friend’s attempts to get inside, Ophelia throws her hand out and focuses her will. The window snaps open in response, and Midnight happily skitters inside, winging across the room to land in Ophelia’s lap. She nips at Ophelia’s hands, and Ophelia can’t help wiggling again.
“See? Even Midnight is ready to go!”
Her mother ties off her braid and lifts her hand. “There, there. I’m done.”
Ophelia leaps to her feet and hurries to the door, her bag in one arm and Midnight in the other. “ThanksI’llseeyoulaterbye!”
“Hold on!”
Ophelia’s escape is halted once more as her mother takes hold of her shoulder and spins her around so they’re facing each other. Her mother’s smile is warm, but she’s wearing that listen to me look that Ophelia knows quite well, so she does her best not to fidget as she looks up into the brown eyes that are so much like her own.
(Ophelia knows she looks a lot like her mother, except that her Mama’s long brown hair is streaked with gray, and she never wears it in braids. Still, Ophelia’s father likes to say that she’s her mother’s spitting image, which Ophelia thinks sounds kind of gross.)
Her Mama tugs teasingly at Ophelia’s braids now, and smiles fondly as she says, “Make sure to be back before dark, okay? I mean it. Your father and I will be out late at a military council meeting, but we’ll be back before your bedtime. Until then, Ronan is in charge. Okay?”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Tell me- who’s in charge?”
Ophelia groans. She ran off on her own once, and she’s never heard the end of it. “Ronan.”
“And when will you be back home?”
“Before dark.”
“And you, Midnight,” her father cuts in, addressing the owlcat sternly, “you make sure she remembers that.”
The owlcat in Ophelia’s arms meows in acknowledgement, as Ophelia groans. “Guys!”
“Okay, okay.” Her mother kisses her forehead, then waves her out the door. “Go have fun, sweetheart. Love you.”
“Love you, too!” Ophelia shouts over her shoulder, already running down the path to meet her cousins. She wills her short legs to move faster, thinking about all she’ll do today- and maybe it’s her imagination, but the world does fly by just a little more swiftly.
Rosemary watches from the window as her daughter runs off, a strange combination of worry and affection rising in her chest.
“She’s too much like you,” she comments to Varn. “Always rushing off and wanting to get into trouble.”
“Oh, and she gets that completely from me?” Varn teases. He moves to Rosemary and wraps his arms around her shoulders, quiet for a moment as they both watch Ophelia disappear down the road. “You’re not wrong about the trouble part, I admit. And her magic’s getting stronger, to boot.”
“I’ll say. I think she’s casting a Haste spell on herself right now. Like I said- always in a hurry.”
“We’ll have to get her a magic tutor soon.”
“If she’ll sit still long enough for that,” Rosemary says, shaking her head. “And if they even know how to teach her.”
The source of Ophelia’s powers is still something of a mystery. Rosemary knows her bloodline isn’t pure human- her sister is a tiefling, after all- but as far as she knows none of her relatives have ever shown signs of sorcery. Nor have Varn’s. Rosemary wonders, sometimes, if the First World left some strange trace in her that now lives in her daughter. More impossible things have happened.
Varn can feel her tense as the thoughts run through her mind, and he kisses her on the cheek. “We’ll figure it out. We always have before.”
“True,” Rosemary admits, leaning back against her husband. “We’re pretty good at figuring things out.”
They are. Together, they’ve built a strong home, a loving family. Rosemary loves her husband and her child and her work for Varnhold.
And though she may worry, she knows Varn is right. Whatever life decides to throw at them in the future, it won’t be anything they can’t handle.
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My hand slipped-
A/N: ummmm this is dumb but I keep thinking about this little scene so I wrote it, I know it's super short I'm so sorry, it's very possibly bad. I really can't stop thinking about this thouuugh. Grishaverse au because because because-
Ophelia sat below what was a dirty window, letting in just enough grey light through a layer of dust. The building wasn’t particularly old; some mining operation dried up and abandoned. She pulled her sweater over her hands, and hugged around her middle, the wall was cold, the thin glass didn’t do much to protect from the biting wind, but she wanted to be alone. Away from the others.
She would not get the peace she craved, as soon as Kate came through the door, she swung her rifle over her shoulder and sat down next to her. She adjusted her rifle to rest against the wall next to her, and Ophelia tucked her knees up to her chest wishing Kate would grant her just a little more distance. She stuffed her cold hands further in her skirt as if hiding them would make Kate forget. Make herself forget.
“Alright. What was that?” Kate didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re Grisha?”
“Drusje.” Ophelia was quick to correct.
“Right. Drusje. Is that really what everyone calls us in Fjerda?”
Ophelia flinched at the word ‘us’.
“Have you ever been to Novyi Zem? I met a woman once, a heartrender I think, only for a moment. She scared me really, an entire line of Druskelle fell, rifles still in their hands. Like their lights just went out.” She glanced at Ophelia for the barest moment. “Not really helping my case, am I? The point is that they call us ‘zowa’. That means ‘blessed’. It’s not a bad thing really,”
“You tamper with nature, it’s unnatural.” Ophelia spit back. Her eyes were plastered to the floor.
Kate shuffled, adjusting her coat. “Right.”
They fell into a heavy silence, the breeze hammering the walls outside. The whole building seemed to shiver.
“Here,” Kate dug her fingers under one of the metal buttons of her coat, pulling it loose, she handed it to Ophelia, but she wouldn’t take it. “Come on, you owe me.”
“I just saved your life, don't you owe me?”
Kate huffed at that. “I saved your life twice, we’re not even. Take this. In your hand. Go on,” She urged,
After a moment Ophelia sighed, loosening her sleeve to take the small silver button. Kate pulled a second one off her shirt and held it out in her palm.
“What’s your favorite animal?”
“What?”
“Just tell me, yeah?”
“Crow.”
Kate gave her a weird look, but closed her hand around the button. When she opened her hand again there sat a small statue of a Crow.
Ophelia hesitated, and picked it up. Really it was delicate work, a well crafted little bird, she took it between her fingers to examine it closer.
“Pretty good, right?”
Ophelia nodded.
“Now. You try.”
Her eyes wide wide. “What? No I-I can’t do that. I won’t.”
“Go on, it’s just a button. You won’t hurt anyone. Here.” Kate took both Ophelia’s hands in her own, the button and Crow side by side. “Just, close your hand, and picture the bird in your mind.” But she didn’t close her hands. “I’ll help you, okay?” Kate slowly started to close the other woman's hands into a fist. “Now, picture it in your head,” she pressed their hands gently. “Now open.” Two crows now, one well crafted and the other mostly an impression, but two distinctive metal birds.
Ophelia’s eyes went wide, as Kate turned her gaze up to her.
“See?” Ophelia’s hands really were cold, freezing in fact. She had singed a hole in her gloves and dropped them somewhere.
Kate examined the girl closely, her eyes were a mix of wonder, fear, and disgust. “There’s nothing to be scared of. It won’t hurt you.
“But if the Druskelle-”
“That won’t happen. We won’t let it happen, and if they do, you’re unregistered. They’ll think you were kidnapped or something.
Ophelia was shivering again, her expression was blank. Kate closed her hands over Ophelia’s again, in an attempt to warm them.
The door burst open then, Kate’s head shot up in surprise, but the wind had only been too strong for the rusty hinges. She took a breath, and turned back to Ophelia, her eyes softened. She stood up to find something to barricade the door, before Ophelia could see her cheeks turn red.
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You Put A Spell On Me (ch. 7)
a/n: I updated a cute smaller moodboard. New Ophelia, new Steve, new everything! Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know. I have no idea how long this series is going to be. maybe one or two chapters? Let me know if you like it!
word count: 1.5k+
pairing: steve x black!oc (Ophelia)
chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
Chapter 7
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Days turn into weeks turn into months; Years go by. Steve had graduated high school now and was spending the summer working. A lot had happened since Ophelia left. He met Nancy Wheeler. Ditched his friends for Nancy. Got dumped by Nancy. Became friends with her younger brother’s friends. Got a job at the new mall. Watched the new mall burn down with his co-worker and new friend Robin Buckley. And then work at Family Video with Robin. That’s where he spends most of his days now. Sitting behind the counter waiting for people to check out movies.
Sometimes his mind would wander to Ophelia. He would think about her, what she could be doing. Was she thinking about him too? Does she worry about him and the potion? The potion still sits untouched.
It was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday and Steve wasn’t feeling too good. There was a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite shake. He thought it was because he was hungry, but it was after lunch now and he still had the weird feeling. Maybe he should close up early and head home.
Before he could make up his mind the store bell chimes and the door swings open. Steve grimaces before turning to face the door, “Welcome to Family Video, Let me know if… you…need…” His voice fades as he stares at the person that just walked through the door. It was Ophelia. She was different, she looked different. She was wearing bright colors and jeans. There were pretty barrettes in her hair and she had make-up on. Blue eyeshadow and glittery lipgloss. His heart leaps in his chest.
She smiles when she notices him, “Steve! Hi.”
He swallows the spit in his throat and blinks a few times, “Ophelia. It’s you, you’re here. Right now. Wow! Ahem, you look amazing. I mean. You look…good. What are you doing here?”
“My grandma and I are visiting my dad. It’s been… a while. You look good too. How have you been?” She says.
Steve’s chest warms up, “Good. Good. A lot has happened since you were last here.” A day hadn’t gone by without him thinking about you. How about you? How have you been?”
“Oh uh, I’m okay now. Being with my grandmother has been really good. I’m… happier.”
He rubs his hands on his jeans. Then, he clears his throat, “That’s great. I’m happy for you. Uh, I should probably let you get back to picking your movies, heh.”
Ophelia nods, “Sounds great.” She then waves to him and wanders around the store. Steve clenches his fist for a moment before combing his hand through his hair and walking back to the counter.
A few minutes later, Ophelia comes to the register and holds out the tapes she picked out to him. He takes them from her hands and goes through the check-out process. He smiles when he finishes, “They’re due in 3 days.” He says, “So uh how long are you here for?”
Ophelia’s smile falters for a moment, “Why do you want to know?”
Steve clears his throat, “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“It wasn’t inappropriate, Steve. I just wanted to know why you care. After everything I had done, I thought you would hate me.”
“I don’t. I don’t hate you.” He could never hate you. “I was being a dick. If anything it was a lesson learned.”
“Okay. I’m here for a month.” She says.
He nods, “Then maybe we could hang out while you're here. Here’s your tapes.” He holds them out to her. Ophelia grabs them from his hand and their fingertips touch. It was almost like an electric shock. They pull away from each other. “Sorry, static.”
Ophelia nods, recognizing the sensation, “Right, I-I’ll see you around.” She turns on her heels, rushes out of the video store, and drives to her house.
Once inside she calls out for her grandma, “Granny, we’ve got a situation!” As if on cue her grandma comes into the room.
“What is it, honey? Did something happen at the store?” She asks.
“I saw Steve again. And he was acting weird. Really weird. He was complimenting me and asking about me. Like he cared.” She paces around the room, “I don’t think he’s still under the spell. Could the potion have not worked?”
“If you followed the ingredients list then yes, it should have worked,” Granny says.
Ophelia chews on her bottom lip, “He shocked me. Like when it all started. Our fingertips touched and it was like electricity.”
“Oh, well, could there be a possibility…”
“Possibility?”
“Possibility that he didn’t drink the potion at all?”
“No way! I gave it to him—”
“But did you watch him drink it?”
Ophelia’s eyes widened, “No I didn’t, I just thought he would drink it! Oh my god, oh my god! Shit, shit, shit.”
“Ophelia!”
“Sorry, Granny. What should I do now?! He’s clearly still in love with me.”
“The only thing you can do is, hun, talk to him about it.” Granny pats her back, “I know it’s the last thing you wanted to happen here but now it’s the only thing you can do right now.”
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The next day, Ophelia returns to Family Video. A new wave of anxiety washes over her as she steels herself to go inside. She takes a deep breath before swinging her car door open and walking into the store. But it isn’t Steve at the counter, it’s a girl with short wavy hair. Her name tag read ‘Robin.’
“Um, excuse me, hi is Steve here today?” Ophelia asks.
Robin nods, “Uh, who’s asking?”
“I am. Sorry, I’m Ophelia, we… we were friends once.” She clears her throat.
Robin’s eyes light up at the name, “You’re Ophelia?! Oh my god, you’re the one he wouldn’t stop talking about.”
Ophelia awkwardly laughs, “Really? He talks about me?”
“Like all time. Especially when we worked in the mall. He would bring up how nobody was nice like you were. And how much he missed you. And he wonders what you were doing. You seemed to always be on his mind.” Robin explains.
Ophelia can’t help but smile at the thought. She then remembers it’s not real. He doesn’t really feel that way. “Must get annoying.”
“It did, but now seeing you I can see there’s no wonder. You’re way out of his league.” She laughs.
“You should have seen me when I went to Hawkins. I was not pretty.”
“Yeah, you were. You had this cold, dark, and mysterious energy to you. People just didn’t know how to admire it.” Robin explains, “I thought you were cool.”
“Thank you.” Ophelia gets flustered from the conversation. “I should probably come back another time then. Nice meeting you.” Just as she turns toward the door, the store bell chimes and Steve enters.
“Ophelia, hey. What are you doing back so soon? Was something wrong with the tapes?”
“No, no. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What’s up?” He tilts his head.
“Can we go outside?” She looks over his shoulder before leading him outside. Once in the parking lot, her eyes soften, “Steve, I need you to tell me the truth right now. Did you drink the potion?” Steve swallows the spit in his mouth and purses his lips. “It’s a yes or no.”
“No.” He hangs his head in shame. Ophelia covers her face with her hands. “Look, I was scared. I was going to wait until I spoke to you about it but you were gone that night. What was I supposed to do?!”
“So you waited? What if I never showed up?!”
He shrugs, “I don’t know?! I would probably take it eventually…”
“It’s been two years already, Steve!”
“Then I would have waited longer!” He snaps, “I didn’t want to take it. I loved spending time with it was fun. I had fun. I loved holding your books and walking to class with you. I loved listening to you talk about the wildflowers. I loved every second of it, Ophelia. And I’m sorry I was scared to lose it all by drinking the potion, but if you want me to take it then fine, I will.” He grabs her hand and leads her to his car unlocking the passenger side and opening the glove box.
“You take it around with you?”
“It’s all I had of you left.” He mutters, then uncorks the bottle. Ophelia opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. “Want me to take it?”
She nods, “You need to, for yourself.” He sighs before putting the bottle to his mouth, knocking his head back, and chugging the drink. When he finishes he staggers and leans against his car. Tears begin to fall uncontrollably from his eyes. He coughs as there is a tickle in the back of his throat. His heart tugged and pulled in his chest and he felt like he was going to throw up. Ophelia holds his side to keep him upright. That’s when the pain seems to ease. He looks back at her and smiles.
“Better?” She asks worriedly.
“Much better.” He caresses her face.
Ophelia frowns and pulls away from the touch, “It didn’t work.” She slips out of his grasp, “You’re still in love with me.”
“But what if it’s different? It feels right to me.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, it feels real to me. It always felt real to me. Especially after we kissed.” He grabs her hand, “I’m willing to make this work, Ophelia.”
Ophelia’s lip quivers, “I… I don’t know.”
He touches her face and guides his hand down to her chin, tilting her head up, “It’s okay, you don’t have to know. Just know I’m here okay.” He leans down and kisses her cheek, “No pressure, Ophelia. I’ve waited 2 years, I can wait longer.” He steps away and heads back into the video store.
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Solar Opposites: Ultra Opposites The Movie Ch. 5 (from @avaveevo)
The family is watching the news.
News Reporter: Last night, the same mysterious vigilante, who is reveal to go by the name Solar Flare, has been seen last night rescuing two alien kids and a baby blob from a mysterious empress named Ophelia. We don’t know who he is, but he is what we know as a hero.
Korvo: Solar Flare? Who on Earth is Solar Flare? And why do I feel like recognize him?
Terry: Oh uh some new guy. Don’t know him.
Korvo looks at Terry suspiciously
Korvo: Hmm… okay?
News Reporter: In other news, a teenager named Kitty has been reported to have robbed a bank. Hopefully, Solar Flare can stop her!
Terry: *gasp* Oh I uh, better get going. Better head to the store to get more stuff!
Korvo: Okay?
Terry heads outside and behind a wall so no one can see him. Then, he transforms into Solar Flare and grins.
Terry/Solar Flare: It’s Solar Flare time!
Solar Flare flies to the city to stop Kitty.
Terry/Solar Flare: Stop right there Kitty!
Back at the Solars’ house
Korvo then approaches the Replicants in a stern manner.
Korvo: Yumyulack! Jesse! I demand an explanation! Why is your father acting suspicious?!
Jesse stammers nervously as she blushes, then she can’t take it anymore and spits it out.
Jesse: I can’t take it anymore! We were kidnapped by a crazy empress,
Yumyulack: No don’t! tries to cover Jesse’s mouth.
Jesse: and then Terry heard us screaming and then he rescued us and saved our asses!
Yumyulack: Shut up! Shut up!
And now he is a superhero name Solar Flare!
Yumyulack gasp in horror and covers her mouth as he laughs nervously at Korvo. Korvo is shock and enraged at the same time.
Korvo: HE IS A WHAT?!
A few seconds later, Solar Flare comes in the house, only to see Korvo staring at him angrily.
Terry/Solar Flare: Oh sorry good sir, I must’ve taken the wrong house. I better go and-
Korvo grabs his hand and stops him.
Korvo: Terry! I know it’s you!
Terry/Solar Flare: gulps You did?
Korvo: Fuck yeah I did! burst into tears I can’t believe you broke our promise! How could you lie to me?! storms upstairs crying
Terry/Solar Flare: Korvy! Wait!
Solar Flare then looks down remorsefully and transforms back to go comfort his husband. Terry walks towards the bedroom and sees Korvo crying.
Terry: Korv?
Korvo: Go away!
Terry: sighs I’m sorry I lied to you. It was wrong. I just got new powers and I didn’t want you to know because I made a promise and I broke it.
Korvo sniffles.
Korvo: Oh Terry…
Terry: I honestly don’t expect you to forgive me…
Korvo: Well, the truth is…when you told me you saved people from a falling building, I wanted to say I was proud of you but something stopped me.
Terry: What do you mean?
Korvo: I-I…
Terry: Hey hey it’s okay you can tell me anything and I promise I’ll tell you everything from now on.
Korvo: But but I-
Terry: It’s okay. It’s me, your hubby, Terry! Now please…just talk to me.
Tears well up in Korvo’s eyes as he lets it out.
Korvo: OKAY! THE TRUTH IS I AM A-
Korvo starts grunting in pain as he feels a headache.
Terry: Korvy?
Korvo: Terry! Run! Please
Terry: But I-
Korvo: eyes glow aquamarine JUST STAY AWAY! screams in pain as he kneels to the floor
Terry: No! I’m not leaving you!
Korvo’s skin then turns black as he grows bigger and muscular. Korvo grows horns and wings. Terry gasps in horror.
Terry: K-Korvy?!
Korvo roars as he rips apart his robe and has become some kind of monster as he breathes in and out.
Terry: whistles Damn honey, you look thicc.
Monster Korvo starts sobbing. Terry grows concerned and comforts his husband
Terry: Oh Korvy..shh… it’s okay… I’m here… Shh…
Monster Korvo whimpers as Terry then grows armored by his monster form.
Terry: Say, this form of you looks very beautiful. Especially with these abs.
Monster Korvo bursts into tears as he starts screaming in anguish.
Monster Korvo: NO! IT’S NOT!
Monster Korvo breaks down in tears as he curls up in a ball.
Monster Korvo: I’m not beautiful… I’m a monster… sniffles
Terry: Hey that is not true. You are still my Korvy no matter what. But… how did you get this?
Monster Korvo sighs and gets out a book of monsters written by someone named Janiz.
Monster Korvo: Long ago… my ancestor Koran, need a way to protect his family. So he made a blessing after praying to our Shlorpian Gods.
The flashback starts as Koran faces an group of bandits. Then, as his eyes glow aquamarine, he turns into a monster as he roars an attacks the bandits.
Korvo: And with that, Koran has become a super Shlorpian, a monster Shlorpian of unstoppable power. He was able to fend off bandits and protect his village.
Super Shlorpian Koran then hugs his family. The flashback ends as Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs.
Super Shlorpian Korvo: However, when his Replicants came of age, it has passed on to them and then onto their own Replicants. But is considered to be a blessing.
Terry: Wow… amazing.. looks at the name, wait who is Janiz?
Super Shlorpian Korvo: She’s…my sister.
Terry gasps
Terry: No way! You have a sister?! That’s awesome! Wait. Why didn’t you tell me?
Super Shlorpian Korvo then breaks down crying again as Terry gasp and hold his hand.
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Because she died when Shlorp blew up. And I couldn’t do anything to save her! GOD, I’M A SPINELESS COWARD!
Terry: Oh honey that is not true!
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yes it is! My big sister is gone and it’s all my fault! *sobbing* I am so sorry Terry I never meant to make you feel bad! I should’ve the truth… I’m a horrible husband….
Terry gasp and soothes Super Shlorpian Korvo’s face.
Terry: That is not true honey. You are brave. You’ve always been, the way you keep our kids safe, your unstoppable love that keeps me on track and how your knowledge keep us in line. You are my brave hubby and always will be. And I bet your sister knows that too.
Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles tearfully.
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh Terry-bear…
Super Shlorpian Korvo and Terry kiss while moaning. Then Terry grows fascinated by Korvo’s Super Shlorpian wings and grows seductively.
Terry: Say you do have those beautiful wings that is making me all horny. Can you please flap them you big handsome buff stud?
Super Shlorpian Korvo squeals in joy.
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Of course!
Super Shlorpian Korvo flaps his wings as Terry bites his lip
Super Shlorpian Korvo: laughing as tears of joy burst from his eyes
As he continues laughing, Korvo shrinks back to his normal Shlorpian self as Terry embraces him.
Terry: See? There’s my beautiful shimmering husband.
Korvo: Oh Terry, do you still love me? Even if I’m half monster?
Terry: Of course I will.
Korvo smiles in tears and the two husbands embrace in a kiss.
Yumyulack and Jesse come in.
Yumyulack: Terry! Don’t be mad but-
Jesse: Huh? *sees Korvo naked* Oh God! Korvo! You’re naked! Eeew!
Korvo is confused but then looks down and blushes.
Korvo: Oh sorry you had to see me like this
Terry: *seductively* I like seeing you like this.
Korvo: *smitten* Oh ho ho! You got me feeling dirty and sexy right now!
The two alien husbands kiss and moan lovingly ass Terry grabs Korvo’s ass
Korvo: *giggles* Terry you bad alien!
Terry: So, kids. What did you wanna say?
Jesse: Uh…
Yumyulack: Jesse told Korvo you’re Solar Flare.
Terry: Oh I know. And I am okay with it.
Jesse: Wait. So does this mean you’re not mad, Korvo?
Korvo: No. Not anymore since I have a sexy superhero for a husband. *makes sexy cat growls and giggles*
Terry laughs. The two alien husbands then starts making out. Later that night… Korvo is in his lab.
Korvo: Okay. Let’s see here. If I just…
Korvo then starts to fix something.
Korvo: Add a few adjustments here…
But then, then machine shocks Korvo as he screams in pain.
Korvo: FUCK!
Korvo then growls in rage as his eyes glow aquamarine, his skin turns black, he grows bigger and muscular as he stretches apart his robe, his bat wings and horns appear and has finished fully becoming a Super Shlorpian as he roars. Super Shlorpian Korvo looks around his body and sigh
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Damn… I feel so different. *then starts to feel horny* like so sexy and horny. *bites his lips*
Super Shlorpian Korvo flaps his wings while moaning.
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh yeah! This feeling is so gooooood!
Super Shlorpian Korvo suddenly grows bigger and more muscular
Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh yeeeeesssss! *grows even more bigger and muscular* This feeeeels gooooooood! I! NEED! MORE!
Super Shlorpian Korvo gets marks all over his body
Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans in pleasure* YYYYYEEEEEEEEEES! SO MUCH POWER!
Super Shlorpian Korvo, now a mega Super Shlorpian, roars in pleasure
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: Woah. I didn’t know I could do that. Neat.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo then flexes his abs as he moans in pleasure.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: This is making even me more fucking horny! Ooooooh!
Terry comes in while yawning.
Terry: Babe, is that you? *grows lovestruck upon seeing Super Shlorpian Korvo* Whoa! Baby, you look so buff and beautiful right now!
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo purrs.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: *seductively* Tell me Terry-bear, does this form make me look… flattering to you?
Terry: Hell yeah it does!
Terry gives Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo a kiss on the forehead as Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo giggles. The two husbands kiss and moan.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thanks for supporting me Terry. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. I thought this would make you love me less.
Terry: Aw, it’s okay, boo. As long as we’re together, everything will be-
Suddenly, a crash was heard. Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo grows suspicious and flies off.
Terry: Korvy?
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo then flies to a forest and growls as he grows suspicious by the crash. He then sees a ship that has crashed and as Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo hides.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: What the hell is…
Then, he sees a mysterious figure pop out the ship.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: Who is that?
Then, the purple Shlorpian and pink AI pops out off the place as they search around the area.
Pink AI: Are you sure he’s here?
???: I’m sure. Let’s just keep looking before he finds him.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo looks at the purple Shlorpian and gasps
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: *whispering* Janiz?
We then cut to an underground lab. Someone is watching Janiz and the pink AI.
???: So daughter, you’re looking for your brother? Well, too late. I just made it on time…
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo is then flying towards Janiz and the pink AI. But then, he hears a blast that causes him to moan in pain. He then turns and sees a mysterious gray-blue Shlorpian as he gasp.
???: Hello, son.
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: B-Brian?
Dr. Brain laughs
Dr. Brian: That’s right. I am alive… and now you are mine.
Dr. Brain uses a mind control device on Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: *roars as the mind control overtakes him*
The next day…
Terry: Korvo?! Korvy?! Here Korvy!
Jesse: Korvo? Where are you?
Yumyulack: Damn, where is he?
Terry starts crying
Terry: *crying hysterically* Korvy! Where are you my love?
Janiz: *offscreen* Excuse me?
The family then turns around and sees the purple Shlorpian and pink AI assistant.
Jesse: Whoa.
Terry: Another Shlorpian?
Janiz: Hey. I heard you’re looking for Korvo? I’m looking for him too.
Jesse: You are?
Janiz: Yep. I’m Janiz by the way. Korvo’s my brother.
Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse: WHAT?!
Terry: Hey. Wait. You wrote that space creature book, right?
Janiz: Why yes. Even the ones based on Super Shlorpians. It runs in our family.
Terry: Korvo did tell me that…
Janiz: Wait. He did?
Terry: Yep. He is my husband after all.
Janiz gasp in joy.
Janiz: Does that mean you’re my…
Janiz squeals in joy and hugs Terry.
Janiz: I HAVE A BROTHER-IN-LAW!
Terry laughs
Terry: Thanks! And that means you’re my sister-in-law!
Janiz: Yep. *notices the Replicants and Pupa* Oh hey! You must be my niece and nephews!
Yumyulack: Wait. What?!
Janiz: *gasps* Yumyulack?! I haven't seen you since you were a sproutling!
Yumyulack: Wait. *finally remembers* Auntie Janiz?!
Janiz: That's right, kiddo! Did you miss me?
Janiz gives Yumyulack a hug.Yumyulack smiles and returns the hug.
Yumyulack: Yes. Yes I did.
Jesse: *squeals with joy* Hi, Auntie Janiz! It's nice to finally meet you! I'm Terry's daughter, Jessica, but you can call me Jesse.
Janiz: Why hello there. Oh, *hugs Jesse* I am so excited to see my niece!
The Pupa giggles
Janiz: Aw, and you must be the Pupa. *hugs Pupa* Oh you are so adorable!
Pupa: Auntie!
Terry: So what brings you here to Earth?
Janiz: To save Korvo! Our father has him!
Terry gasps and growls
Terry: Where is he?!
Janiz checks her tracker to see where Korvo is and gasps
Janiz: Oh no! I found where is he! Come on!
Terry: Wait! *turns into Solar Flare* Okay, let's go!
Janiz: Whoa!
Pink AI: How did you do that?!
Yumyulack and Jesse: *screams*
Pink AI: *screams*
Terry/Solar Flare: Whoa! Another AISHA?! Who are you?!
Pink AI: I'm EVA, AISHA'S cousin! It's nice to *singing* meet you!
Jesse: Whoa! Nice voice!
EVA: Thank you!
Janiz: Now come on! Let's go!
Later, the gang found the location and heads inside.
Yumyulack: Whoa. What is this place?
Janiz: That’s where Brian’s lab is located. Stay close to me guys, okay?
Solar Flare, determined to save his husband, runs off.
Janiz: Wow! So much determination! Follow Solar Flare guys!
Solar Flare runs into a dark room and looks around. The lights suddenly turn on and reveals Dr. Brain.
Dr. Brian: Why hello and welcome to my humble laboad…
Terry/Solar Flare: *flares up* Where is my hubby?!
Dr. Brian: Oh don’t worry! He’s right here! *snaps his fingers*
Then, Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo appears while being mind controlled by Brian as he roars. Solar Flare gasps as tears fall down his cheek.
Terry/Solar Flare: *snarling* WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!
Dr. Brain: Oh nothing. I just made him better than he was before.
Terry/Solar Flare: YOU MONSTER! RELEASE MY HUSBAND AT ONCE!
Dr. Brain: Make me. *to Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo* Kill him! He wants you gone!
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo roars as he attacks Solar Flare. Solar Flare leaps up and lands on a safe spot while Janiz, the Replicants, Pupa and EVA arrived.
Janiz: *gasps* Korvo?! *to Dr. Brain* Dad, what are you doing?!
Terry/Solar Flare: Huh? Wait, *turns to Brian* that’s your dad?!
Janiz sighs
Janiz: Was our dad. Until he abandoned us!
A flashback is shown of Dr. Brain pouring poison into a drink
Janiz: *voiceover* When I was six and Korvo was four, we were still asleep. But Brian was bitter and jealous because he believed our mother love us more than she loved him…
Kara comes in and takes a drink before collapsing
Janiz: *voiceover* So he poisoned her! He killed our mom! *Brian looks at young Korvo and young Janiz, who are sleeping before snarling and running off* and we became orphans!
The flashback ends as Yumyulack and Jesse gasp
Yumyulack: So… he killed my grandmother?
Janiz: I'm afraid so...
Terry/Solar Flare: You...*to Dr. Brain* YOU MONSTER!
Jesse: YOU BASTARD! YOU’RE A FUCKING MURDER!
Dr. Brain: Enough of this! Korvo! Attack Solar Flare! Make daddy proud!
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo roars and tries to attack Solar Flare, who dodges the attacks. Then, Solar Flare hides and tries to to come up with a plan.
Terry/Solar Flare: Honey! Listen! I know you're still in there!
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo: Huh?
Dr. Brain: No! NO! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!
Terry/Solar Flare: DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! YOU HAVE CONTROL OVER YOUR LIFE, NOT YOUR DAD!
Dr. Brain: OBEY ME! OBEY ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo then starts whimpering as Solar Flare smiles and comes up to his hubby.
Terry/Solar Flare: Maybe this'll help you make up your mind *kisses Korvo on the lips*
Mega Super Shlorpian Korvo then moans lovingly as the power of love breaks him free from Brian’s control as he turns back into his normal self while Terry catches him.
Terry/Solar Flare: I got you, babe!
Yumyulack: Korvo!
The kids and Janiz runs up to Korvo, who groans.
Terry/Solar Flare: Korvy, are you-
Suddenly Korvo starts glowing blue as he floats up and ends up receiving his own super suit. Solar Flare blushes at the sight of Korvo in his super suit.
Terry/Solar Flare: *crying with happiness* Korvy…
Legendary Super Shlorpian laughs in joy as he flies up and leaps down by landing on his fist.
[LEGENDARY SUPER SHLORPIAN]
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A city of isolation, and it looks like I'm the beast The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I tried
Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good boy you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know!
Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore! Let it go! Let it go! Turn away and slam the door! I don't care what they're going to say! Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all! It's time to see what I can do To test the limits and break through No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!
Let it go! Let it go! I'm one with the wind and sky Let it go! Let it go! You'll never see me cry Here I stand, and here I stay! Let the storm rage on
My power flurries through the air into the ground My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around! And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast! I'm never going back, the past is in the past!
Then, as the song progress, Legendary Super Shlorpian turns into his Super Shlorpian form as he laughs and sheds tears of joy.
Let it go! Let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn Let it go! Let it go! That perfect boy is gone! Here I stand in the light of day! Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway
Super Shlorpain Legendary Super Shlorpian is overjoyed as he smiles and embraces his husband in a kiss.
Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I’m so sorry my love…
Terry/Solar Flare: Hey, it's okay. You just-
Dr. Brian growls.
Dr. Brain: You really are a worthless son.
Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian then surprisingly punch Dr. Brian in the face as he growls and goes up to him.
Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME! I CANNOT BELIEVE I PUT MY FUCKING FAITH IN YOU AND YOU KILL MY MOTHER AND YOUR WIFE!
Dr. Brain: I did what had to be done, you little shit!
Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian roars and then uses his ice powers at Dr. Brian who dodges them as he exclaims in shock. Solar Flare blushes.
Terry/Solar Flare: Fuck, he's so fucking brave.
Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian then pins Dr. Brian to the wall in tranquil fury. Then, he unclenches hits fist at Dr. Brian as he gives him a firm boast.
Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Don’t go near me… or my family ever again…
Dr. Brain: I'll be back before you know it.
Dr. Brian runs off as Legendary Super Shlorpian looks on, then he turns around and gasp upon seeing Janiz.
Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Janiz!
Janiz: Hey lil bro. Miss me?! *holds out for a hug*
Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian smiles tearfully and runs into his sister's arms as he turns back into his Shlorpian form
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: *crying with tears of joy* I miss you so much…
Janiz: I missed you too.
Jesse: Wow, Korvo! You look great!
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Thank you. And thank you all for coming to save me.
Terry/Solar Flare: How you feeling, Korv?
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh my God. These boots. Oh yeah. My feel are gonna cum!
Terry/Solar Flare: Oh Ho Ho! *seductively* Korvo, your dirty slut.
Korvo's feet cum as he moans.
Terry/Solar Flare: *moans lovingly* I love it when your feet do that. *kisses Legendary Super Shlorpian on the lips* Now let’s go home…
The family flies home as Ophelia watches from her crystal ball
Ophelia: *chuckles evilly*
Mysterious Figure: What do we do now?
Ophelia: I have something so diabolical *looks at a photo of Yumyulack with Daryl, who gets a kiss on the cheek by Yumyulack* it’ll lure them in…
The scene then cuts to the Solars’ house where Janiz and EVA grows amazed.
EVA: Wow. Your house looks amazing.
Yumyulack: Thanks.
Janiz: Your house look amazing. You think I can stay here?
Korvo: Of course, sis.
Janiz smiles and then the family heads up to the lab.
Janiz: Your lab looks amazing.
Korvo: This is where I work on all my amazing inventions.
Jesse: And sci-fi stuff too!
Terry smirks
Terry: Yes that’s my amazing sci-fi hubby for you!
Korvo: D'aw. You're sci-fi too.
The two husbands kiss. Then, AISHA appears.
AISHA: Hey, guys! What's-
AISHA then gasp upon seeing EVA.
AISHA: EVA?
EVA: AISHA!
The two AIs hug
EVA: I miss you so much cous!
AISHA: I missed you too!
Korvo: I’m really happy to see you two back together. Welcome home Janiz.
Janiz smiles
Janiz: Thanks lil bro…
The two siblings then hug as the family joins in.
Terry: So what do you want your superhero name to be, Korvy?
Korvo: I already have one…
Korvo transforms into his super hero form and shouts it out:
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: The Super Shlorpian!
Jesse: Nice!
Legendary Super Shlorpian does his own superhero pose. Terry hugs his husband.
Terry: I’m so proud of you Korvy…
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Thanks Terry-bear.
Us Against The Universe from Phineas and Ferb starts playing:
Terry: I used to feel alone, Just me against the raging tide, But I guess I should've known That you were always on my side. Now I don't have to be an island, Because you've been there all the while, and Now I realize my fears weren't justified.
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: 'Cause we're strong!
Terry: And even though we sometimes disagree... Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: And we belong!
Terry: Belong together, we're a family!
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian and Janiz: And the best thing about family is You know they're always there!
All: Yeah!
Terry: We stand tall! All: And we ain't gonna take no flack! We won't fall...
Terry and Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: 'Cause we've always got each other's back! All: And if you're gonna try to knock us down, I think you'd best beware! 'Cause as long as we're together, We can stand and face whatever Kind of trouble this world tries to put us in. If you're out there on your own, You just might take it on the chin But if it's us against the universe, we win!
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: So far it's been a rockin' summer And now, we've saved the world again. Still it would be a bummer If you weren't here with us and all our friends. Time to celebrate our victory! And I'll admit my favorite memory Is when you blew up all those aliens!
Yumyulack: That was awesome!
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: 'Cause we're strong!
Terry: And even though we sometimes disagree...
Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: And we belong!
Terry: Belong together, we're a family! All: And friends are also family! We're not just talkin' blood relation! We stand tall!
Yumyulack: And we ain't gonna take no flack!
All: We won't fall...
AISHA: 'Cause we've always got each other's back!
Jesse: Let's take this time to thank the folks who work on All this animation! (Yeah!)
All: 'Cause as long as we're together, We can stand and face whatever Kind of trouble this world tries to put us in. If you're out there on your own, You just might take it on the chin But if it's us against the universe, Together, we have been through worse, If it's us against the universe, We win!
Terry turns into Solar Flare and kisses his husband.
Terry/Solar Flare: So Janiz, any idea what our superhero team name should be?
Janiz: What about...the Ultra Opposites?
Solar Opposites: AWESOME!
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What mythical animal do the ROs resonate with, and why?
Weylyn: Cwn Annwn. They're Welsh hellhounds that drag souls to hell. He generally resonates with them because it's d o g, even if they are deadly dogs that will and can drag your very essence to the bottomless BBQ party pit.
Fleur: Basilisk. They are known for killing a person with a single glance, and in a way her natural judgemental stare can make you stop and wonder what she's judging you for. Also because she likes reptiles
Zephyrine: Pegasus. Besides a childhood horse girl phase, said horse can fly and Zephyrine wants to fly. So big brain choice for her. May or may not be also because of the Disney movie Hercules. The pegasus is big funny there, okay?
Eliseo: Hydra, because spit acid and have multiple heads? Ultimate artillery. Also he can a d will deadass yell "TOXIC" and spit acid on you.
Cooper: The classic huge ginormous fuck you dragon. Look, it may be basic but hey the man likes the chaos and free fire breathing, okay? I mean, who wouldn't want to be a gian fuck you dragon?
Ophelia: Ye olde Loch Ness monster! It's one of her favorite cryptids ever and the whole mystery and debates surrounding it intrigues her
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Just ideas 1
Like the title says this is just ideas I have, you know like head canons and stuff like that
1. A list of Halloween costumes that have tetch- crane kids wear
Lenoir
a pig- her first Halloween at the age of 5
Alice- ages 6 to 10
a witch- 11 to 15
her super villain uniform- 17 to now
Louis
Pig - his first Halloween at the age of 5
Dorothy- age 6 to 16
stops going out for Halloween into age 16 into age 18 when him and his sister reconciled their differences and he starts going as the March Hare from then on
Dorothy
Pig - at the age of 5
Dorothy Gale- age 6 to 10
doesn't participate in Halloween until age age 27 when having her and her siblings have a peculiar bonding moment after which she goes as a witch with mouse ears from that age onward
2. Dorothy has a girlfriend, her name's Ophelia cobblepot she's Oswald's great-grand niece, he's the heir to the cobblepot fortune, she has freaking flipper hands, she's missing the freakish flipper finger on her on her right hand, she lost it went to every shot it off because she was threatening to blow up Gotham High School j.d. style doing Lenoir's junior prom, you know the prom where Louis got all of his bones broken by two mind control linebackers
3. The reuniting of Jonathan and Jarvis doing the new Batman adventures went as such
Jarvis:* reading a book, suddenly sees a sound and turns to see Jonathan Sans the creepy ass mask face looking pale as a corpse* hey John, I thought you were dead
Jonathan: your cat's dead
Jarvis:* surprised* what
Jonathan: your cat's dead
Jarvis: how did he die
Jonathan: I touched it and then it was dead
Jarvis: okay... Is the other cat okay
Jonathan: yes, can I stay here for a bit
Jarvis: okay y-* makes eye contact with Jonathan* oh sweet Jiminy Christmas!!! What is this place, is this hell* leaps from chair and runs into wall falling unconscious*
Jonathan: oh, cool
3. Eddie's meeting with new Jonathan went as such
some minutes after the previous meeting
Eddie: *opening the door* hedger but got your call what's th-* cease Jonathan* oh my God John!, I thought you were dead,* looks at Jarvis* Jarvis! was this what you were talking about
Jarvis: yes it is, let me explain
one explanation later
Jarvis: and that's what happened, or taste what John says happened
Eddie: oh, so...* looks to Jonathan* that's why he looks like that
Jarvis: yes I believe so, Also I suggest you don't look him directly in the eyes
Eddie: what! why, he can't be that b-* looks Jonathan in the eyes and start screaming*
Jarvis: yeah that's why I said not to
4. The relationship between the members of The dork Squad depends on universe
dcau: the relationship between Jonathan and Jarvis is mutually romantic, Edward respects Jonathan as a villain and the feeling is mutual on Jonathan's part, Jarvis and Edwards relationship is like Stewie and Brian from Family Guy, they do start out not liking each other, but with help from Jonathan and a couple Misadventures they do grow to see each other as friends, even if it's to throw a couple insults at each other
Arkham games: the dynamic starts like the dynamic between the main characters of don't hug me I'm scared, that is into Jonathan quite literally screws the Hugo Strange induced Alice Obsession out of Jarvis, then it becomes this: Edward is soon to wait for Jonathan and sees Jarvis as romantic rival, jervis is too busy giving thank you for freeing me from a evil psychiatrist induced mind prison bjs to Jonathan to notice Edward's mean looks, Jonathan would agree to a three-way if so who prompted, after the events of Gotham Knight and one attempting at Consulting a violently hallucinating Jonathan turned love confession later, needless to say the subsequent escape and Warehouse spit roasting session, is without a doubt the most greatest first date of a polyamorous relationship ever known to man
Burtonvus: the pure wackiness energy that emits from these men Meeting each other, caused everything in a 10 mile radius to be transmogrified into a mixture between Nightmare Before Christmas and Burton's Wonderland, and believe me the radius only got bigger as the relationship evolved
Gotham/Nolan: the relationship between Gotham Eddie and Jarvis is is like co-workers they know each other they don't despise each other they're just sort of know each other, Nolan Jonathan and Gotham Jarvis illegally adopted Gotham Jonathan as the son/ someone to teach the ways of villainy to
reevsvrs: Jonathan and Jarvis are the parents Eddie never had
5. And before you ask yes, all versions of The Drug Squad except for gothams cuz there was he isn't a Drug Squad in Gotham, did do the mouse tea cup thing, Burton Eddie thought it was the funniest thing ever
6. The new adventures scarecrow is a reanimated revenant, powered by two goals, to get revenge on the man and women that sentence him to death, and to continue his studies on everything fear, Jarvis says he has a third goal for Staying Alive, if prompted to say what that is Jarvis just gives a smug little smile
7.Cook's playing with Jarvis and Edwards saw when they look into Jonathan's eyes, they saw hell, more specifically the person who held they go to when they die, due to the resurrection Jonathan can now cause people to have a sneak peek on what kind of hell they're going to go through when they die, even good people see how they will be tortured if they go to hell
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All Clear
Summary: Today is the day you were finally cleared for physical exercise after giving birth to twin babies.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
A/N: This is a stand-alone smut one-shot in my long ‘Rebuilding Family’ fic. You do not need to have read it to understand this nor must you read this to continue the plot of RF.
MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)
Content/Warnings: penetrative sex, soft!dom!spencer, breeding kink, swearing (this is my first smut so please let me know if there’s something else i missed)
Word Count: 1.1k
You awoke to birds chirping outside and the sunlight rays beaming into the bedroom through the sheer curtains.
Spencer’s arm was draped over your waist and he was snoring softly into the back of your neck. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, catching up on all of your notifications before you saw the date.
You smirked mischievously to yourself and set your phone back down. You proceeded to push your ass into Spencer and wiggle ever so slightly.
Spencer’s arm tightened around your waist instinctively as his snoring abruptly stopped. You could feel the slight strain growing in his flannel pajama pants.
“What do you think you are doing, my sweet girl?” Spencer whispered in your ear in his gravelly morning voice.
You rolled over in bed to face him, “I’m cleared for strenuous physical activity today including sex.”
“And?” Spencer grinned.
You whined, he was going to make you say it.
“I need you, love,” you began to kiss his neck.
Spencer groaned, it was like music to your ears.
“How much time do we have, sweetheart?” he asked.
“10 minutes before we have to get Jo up for school, less than that if one of the twins starts crying.”
Spencer flipped you over so you were on your back with him on top of you. He made quick work of pulling off the t-shirt of his that you were wearing to bed, beginning to suck your left breast while kneading your right.
“Spence, baby, you know I love when you worship my body but I need you now,” you squirmed underneath him.
“Mmh,” Spencer hummed in acknowledgement, “I love it when my girl is so needy,” he pulled away from your chest and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, tugging them off.
His clothes quickly followed, being added to the pile of stripped clothes on the floor.
“You ready?” he kissed you again, “I’ll go slow. You just tell me if you have any pain or discomfort and we’ll stop.”
“Yes, I’m ready,” you nodded.
You locked your lips on to Spencer’s again as he entered you so you could catch his breathy groan in your mouth. Once he was fully in, he looked to you before moving.
“Please, Spence,” you bucked your hips up at him to convey your neediness.
With that, Spencer took off at a brutal pace in the best way possible. You moaned loudly but it was cut short as Spencer’s hand covered your mouth.
“As much as I love to hear you, sweet girl, I would rather not wake our kids,” he spoke, “You tap me if you need to stop.”
Spencer buried his face into your neck to muffle his own guttural groans.
Spencer raised one of your legs so it was above his shoulder as he continued to pound into you.
He grabbed your hand and placed it on your lower belly with his right on top.
“You feel that, baby? You feel how deep I am inside you,” he panted.
All you could do is moan with his other hand still clasped over your mouth.
“You want me to fuck another baby into you so soon? Is that what you want, my sweet girl? To fill you up?”
You whimpered.
“Fuck-” Spencer’s head fell back as he released his hand from your mouth.
“Fill me up, Spence,” you cried.
All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door, you and Spencer abruptly stopped, sitting as still as possible.
“Are you guys playing in there without me?” Jo asked.
“No, Princess. I will be down to play with you in just a second. I am just helping Mommy with something real quick,” Spencer spoke as calmly as possible, trying to catch his breath.
You and Spencer waited until the pitter-patter of little footsteps had descended down the stairs before resuming your previous activities. He slammed back into you at an even faster pace than before, adding his thumb to your clit to speed up the process.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he panted, “Want to see your beautiful face as you come undone.”
As if your body was just waiting for him to say those words, your legs began to shake as your walls tightened around him.
Spencer fucked you through the blinding pleasure that was your orgasm and you whispered in his ear, “I need your cum inside of me, love. Please.”
Spencer’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as he came, filling you with his warmth.
You kissed him as he came down from his high.
“When was the last time I said ‘I love you’?” Spencer grinned as you pressed your sweaty foreheads together.
“It’s always the last thing you say to me before bed, Spence,” you smiled softly.
“Well, still that’s over 8 hours ago. You need to hear it again. I love you,” he gave you one final kiss before getting out of bed.
“I love you too,” you replied.
He slipped his pajama pants and shirt back on before returning with a warm washcloth to wipe you down. As he placed one last soft kiss to your lips, Ollie started to cry on the baby monitor which led to Ophelia crying as well.
“I’ll get the twins, you make breakfast with Jo,” you patted Spencer’s chest.
-
You set the babies in their respective bouncers before leaning against the kitchen counter.
Spencer and Jo had just finished making freshly squeezed orange juice and oatmeal for breakfast.
He filled your cup up and you took a sip, Jo and Spencer eagerly waiting to hear your review.
“Mmm delicious! 5 stars!” you smiled.
Jo pushed her glass towards Spencer holding the pitcher, “Fill me up, Spence.”
You spit out your second sip in utter shock, coughing and reaching for the paper towels. Spencer was trying to keep a neutral expression while stifling a laugh.
“Jo, let’s not repeat that again please and remember you call me ‘Daddy’ or ‘Dad’ not ‘Spence’, okay?”
Jo nodded as Spencer poured her her orange juice and then she leapt off the counter and skipped to the table.
Spencer finally let out a little chuckle.
“Not funny,” you slapped him in the arm.
“Love, I tried to quiet you down as much as I can. My sweet girl is also my loud girl and I adore it,” he grinned, pulling you in for another kiss.
A/N: no, Y/N isn’t going to get pregnant again. i realized i forgot to write this in but she is on birth control again
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Hi, darling! ❤ "i’m finally ready to be with you, but you’ve finally moved on from me, and i’m too late" please?
Am I gonna regret this? Absolutely.
Oooh!!! Nobody specified means everyone gets some pain!!!
Thank you dearie!!!
(TW: Death, growing old, regret, mention of grief, slight mention of blood)
Valerian-
“Was it worth it?”
It was like an itch.
No matter how many times over the years Valerian fought with himself to ignore your last words to him, he couldn’t. It crept up on him, crawled under his skin like a memory made of carrion beetles and worms. The question wouldn’t die, it decomposed- fertilizing nightmares of days long gone by. It turned his heart rotten.
He wakes up sometimes with his hand reaching out across the bed, the coolness of his empty linens sending Valerian drowning amongst the currents of time and misfortune again. Giving his decision the moniker of “mistake” would hardly encompass how much of a fool he was, how he thought so assuredly he had you, that you had all the time in the world to wait.
Just one more job, he would tell you, one more bounty. And all there would be left for him, was you.
But you were gone. And your words stung and scraped and dug at his skin. And he scratched and scratched and scratched at the fading memory of you.
Peter-
People talk about the five stages of grief like it’s a process, but really, it’s a map. It’s a state you find yourself in, a sick and twisted path of destinations and crossroads that path themselves in and out of hell. You find yourself there. You hardly ever leave. Some people are lucky; some find themselves in acceptance of their loved one’s death. Some lose themselves in their anger. Some people, desperate to cling to the memories, never make it farther than phase one.
Peter’s destination was bargaining. He never got any further than that.
Desperation. Helplessness. Despite any and all appearances of the cheery, capable man, you saw more in your time with him than most. And he was hurt.
Peter tried many times to get through these feelings, the past clawing at his heart and mind, ripping- always ripping- him back to where he left off. He was so beside himself in his worry for you every time you got hurt, there were times you thought it better to not go home at all. If only to quell the pain. If only to stop his hurt.
And maybe it was bad. Bad to let him go like you did. But how much more could you stomach watching him hurt? Ghosts haunting him, tormenting him, his face twisting at the sight of you coming out of a battle alive.
Be okay, for me. Please be okay.
You hated promises you couldn’t keep.
You hated the thought of breaking his heart even further, if one night you came home, and you weren’t okay.
Rosalie-
Love isn’t perfect. It was an epiphany she had working on a dock, years after she’d left you. She was older, wiser, but still remembers you the way she liked you best: smiling. Your voice had faded from her memory, your words probably twisted by time, but it was your smile that she recalled with perfect detail. It was good, this way. Better.
Rosalie tries not to think about the moments where it wasn’t flawless, and always to her surprise, those memories are nothing more than blunt daggers in her mind. Tears, anger, regret- those feelings surface, dull and subdued, but they don’t affect her the same way it does with your smile.
Where did it all go wrong?
Rosalie doesn’t know. She doesn’t expect it, either. She broke her finger slamming her hammer down, missing the nail when she came to this realization. The shattering sound of her ring finger was a dull, monotone noise compared to the blood that rushed in her ears;
Did I not try hard enough?
It was you, smiling. The crystal clear sound of your laughter. The mute sounds of your anger- the blurry visions of your tears. Faded arguments. Jokes that sound so familiar. Her memories weren’t perfect. Her love for you wasn’t, either.
But it was real.
Real like the fractured bits of bone and knuckle. Real like her scream. Real like the hot, furious tears that poured down her face, the pain- the pain.
Intangible. Imperfect.
Like her memories of you.
Thane-
“You’re lucky you’re not dead, you know,” Thane’s voice was steady, like scolding was part of his profession, “if they were any closer to you-”
“I know,” You say, your eyelids slamming shut. You did your best to hide your frustration, lest Thane suddenly decides he was going to start bitching to you about that, too, “but I’m alive. It’s fine,”
“It’s reckless,” He corrects, and the familiar feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach throws you off. You were over him. His words shouldn’t sting this much anymore.
“Foolish, really,” Thane continues, and his cold, sterile needle seems bury itself deeper into your skin, “but, given your proclivities for practically throwing yourself at death’s doorstep, I’m not surprised,”
You scoff, throwing back your head in disbelief. Is he being serious?
“I jumped in front of the damn gun because you weren’t moving fast enough! Any slower, Thane, and you would’ve been dead.”
He stops. The needle sat still against your skin. The sutures pulled taut- your wound was almost closed.
“What?”
“He was aiming for your effin’ head,” You spit, tired, tired of the damn man in front of you. Never so much as a thank you for the amount of times you saved his ass, and he’s still giving you shit? Still grating on your fucking nerves?
“I…” He sucks in a breath, “I didn’t know that,”
“No shit,” You huff, “you never do.”
That seems to be enough to snap Thane back out of his daze. His piercing, cold eyes met yours, and you were surprised to see that they seem to mirror your irritation. Your fury,
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
That you're loved, you fool. I loved you.
Why couldn’t you see that?
Why couldn’t you see me?
There was so much at that moment you wanted to say, so many words that turned stale on your tongue. It was bitter, finally seeing the realization on his face, to watch those very lips that you’d only dreamt of tasting, turn until tight, thin frown. Confusion and worry and shock painted his face a pale, pinkish gray. It was the color, you realized, of regret.
Of his regret. Not yours.
Ophelia-
When Ophelia found your first gray hair, she almost cried.
It’s started. The clock is ticking.
You soothed her horror with laughter, plucking the strand of hair straight from your head and throwing it to the side, like it was garbage. Trash.
“You stress me out,” You say with a laugh, and Ophelia finds it in herself to smile. She doesn’t notice at first, how the laugh lines deepen.
You complained of pains in your back. Your hips. Riding a horse has become too much of a pain for long distance travel.
Your head of hair is now silver. Ophelia pays the color little mind.
She insists on riding into town herself more and more, much to her quiet, naked distress.
You slap her shoulder playfully, shrugging off your discomfort like you were twenty-three again,
“And miss out on the candy restock? Perish the thought.”
Ophelia now loves the contoured lines of your face. You’ve laughed a lot. It’s pretty.
You sit at home now, keeping your hands busy as best you can.
Ophelia does her best to ignore the gossip in town. She’s older, and yet they call you the pervert.
Does she really look so young? Has she really not changed? Will there be no sign of growing old with you?
You smiled sadly as she said these things late one night. She’d be crying again,
“Be still, my heart. I am always with you.”
She misses it.
She left for town only a day ago. The tulips were in bloom. Ophelia thought it a good idea to surprise you.
Doc greeted her in town. He shook his head, eyes cast to the ground.
The tulips were ruined in her haste, and Ophelia cried herself into exhaustion.
It was a terrible day. A feather unnoticed on her neck, had turned a light shade of gray.
Javier-
Javier was cold. Dying was a frigid feeling.
His chest heaved slow, shallow breaths. With each rise and fall of his chest, he could feel his own blood fill up his lungs, his own chest caving in. Dying was an uncomfortable feeling.
He held your hand like it was his lifeline. Javier didn’t want to look in your eyes again, he knew the light was gone.
“Re-remember when,” he starts, and the force of his breath alone causes him to gag and heave. For a brief second, he wonders if this was it- he couldn’t even say goodbye, before he said hello again. Javier was okay with that. But his breathing slows and calms down, and it was enough for him to start again,
“R-remember when I first met you?” It was a favorite of his; you looked so wild back then, so free. Years have passed and times have changed, you along with it, but the way you looked then?
It made him believe in such a thing called love.
Javier tries to laugh, but it comes out as a choked, wet cough. His hand still held onto yours tightly,
“...you...made me feel alive. And...and scared, a-and brave, and- oh, god, I love you. I-I love you.”
Javier took a breath. Dying was a tiring feeling.
He held your hand. Dying was a lonely feeling.
But he’s coming, and he’s sorry that he’s so late.
Sergio-
“Thank you,”
He laughs. It’s a hollow sound. Sergio was three fingers deep into his rye when you finally spoke up, and of course, it makes him laugh,
“Is that what divorced people say to each other? Thank you?”
You shrug, gulping down a glass of your own poison. Divorce decrees took more out of you than gunfights. Is it any wonder why one happens more than the other?
“You were my husband,” You say quietly, your eyes never meeting him, “You loved me, for better or worse...thank you, for that.”
“You’re an amazing person,” Sergio says without hesitation. His fingers were cold as he clutched his whiskey glass, raising it high into the air, “I...I mean that. Truly.”
What more was I to do, if not love you?
You smile, gulping down your sorrows, lest they escape your lips. Crying was for later. You’re saying goodbye, now.
“I, ahem,” Sergio clears his throat, his free hand going to wipe his reddened eyes, “I hope that whoever they are, they treat you good and proper, and that you are loved…” He pauses, “...that you are loved, as I’ve loved you.”
Say it more. Mean it. Husband, what words are these, when I’m no longer meant for them?
“I don’t hate you, Sergio,” You blurt, and they were words that demand repeating, “but this...I’m not...we, we’re not-”
They are only meant for you.
“-I know,” Sergio says, giving a wave of his hand, “I know. And thank you,”
“For?”
“For allowing me to love you,” Sergio says unevenly, and he takes a moment more to finish his drink.
????/Hope-
So this is agony.
Another’s hand upon your cheek.
You looked happy in their arms. You wore the same smile that made them realize what love was for the first time- what it could truly mean. Those feelings only grew inside them as time went on, bright and fluttering and bursting, so this is love.
It felt good.
But you never gave them that look you’re giving your lover, now. There’s no light in your eyes when your gaze finds them- you grin, you always grin, but it’s the same look you give Valerian and Peter.
It hurts. But why?
They should be happy for you- you're happy. You have someone to love. If this is what you’re feeling, being in your lover’s arms…?
They’ll have Rosalie run a diagnostic on their systems- surely this is a glitch that needs to be fixed. If you’re happy, they’re happy. Rosalie can fix this pain, and Hope will be normal again.
It hurts, being like this.
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OPHELIA
summary: do you really need all of the things you want?
warnings: angst. bucky is Not A Good Dude. swearing. mentions of sex. infidelity. i was in a MOOD, ok?
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
a/n: i’m in a writing slump so here’s something i threw together . the ending is SHIT. lyrics from ‘ophelia’ by roo panes. inspired by this post.
tagging some peeps i hope don’t mind: @star-spangled-beard-burn @buckybarney @schmuckyschmarnes @moteldwelling
I would take you back there to where the river's from
To where the garden's green with a forever love
Singing you're somebody heaven's dreaming of
“Do you love her?” You’re begging, and you never beg, and he knows it better than anybody. You search his eyes for any hint of guilt, of regret, of remorse, but there’s nothing. Or maybe that’s because he can’t look you in the eyes longer than a millisecond. He sighs, pulling away from your (admittedly desperate) grip on his biceps. He turns his back on you (and gods, you should be used to that lately) and you fold your arms as you fight back tears.
“I don’t know.” Bucky’s voice is so soft, you almost don’t catch the words. You scoff as he paces to the windows. You watch him run his fingers through his hair (like you did...like she did) before he presses his forehead against the glass. You swallow the bitter taste in your mouth.
“Do you...love me?” Your lip shakes despite your defiant stance. You’re almost, almost grateful he can’t see you. He murmurs that same vague, not-really-an-answer answer. The hurt in your chest drifts to your stomach where it twists into anger, hands dropping into fists. You dig your nails into your palms to keep from screaming, but you can’t help but raise your voice a little. “Did you ever love me?”
“Dammit, Y/N, I said I don’t fucking know!” He whirls in time to catch your strangled gasp, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline. He’s quick to realize his mistake, cursing and tugging once more at his stupid beautiful hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, okay, just-”
Bucky reaches for you and you recoil. The tears you’d managed to hold at bay for so long flow freely. In the back of your mind, you laugh - three years, and you’d never cried in front of Bucky. Sniffling at movies or tearing up from laughter, sure, but nothing like this; this is disgusting, your heart pouring from your eyes in salty waterfalls you can’t seem to wipe away, snot threatening to bubble. This is ugly crying, this is grief. Bucky looks at you, and just for a second, those damned eyes transport you.
“I know it’s not much, but...” Bucky shrugs. In a surge of confidence, you lean in and kiss his cheek before skittering towards the bank.
“Bucky, its perfect,” You breathe, crouching and dipping your fingers into the clear water of the stream. Tiny fish skitter away at the intrusion. Your eyes stay trained on them as Bucky approaches, coming to crouch next to you.
“You’re perfect,” He mutters. When you turn your head, he’s blushing, but keeps his gaze trained on you all the same. You think that’s when you realized-
“Y/N. Did you hear what I said?”
The memory shatters, along with your heart as you blink rapidly. You flinch away from Bucky’s hand, deceptively gentle on your shoulder. He’s the one begging now, but for what, you can’t be sure. You shake your head slowly, gulping down a fresh wave of tears.
“It didn’t mean anything, Y/N. I’m just...stressed, okay? And...and confused. It was a mistake, but...”
“But what?” You spit, seething once more. Bucky seems to realize his mistake.
“But nothing, it’s just-”
He’s cut off but the crack of your palm across his cheek. “But you love her, and it was more than just a one night stand, and, and...fuck you, James Buchanan!”
It isn’t quite the venomous retort you’d hoped for, but it makes for a good enough lead up to your dramatic storming-out. The door has barely slammed behind you when it opens again. Fuck the elevator - you’re practically tripping down the stairs to your apartment building, and you’re so close, the doors to the lobby within your sight - and then Bucky grabs your arm.
He’s breathless, but not in the way you usually see him breathless - the way she’d gotten to see him breathless. His hair hangs in his face, grip tightening as you make to pull away.
“Y/N,” He hisses, and this is a Bucky you haven’t seen many times before. As rare as its appearances were, this was not a side of him you were fond of. This Bucky is barely controlled rage, seething through gritted teeth, lip curled in a poorly contained snarl as he stares you down. “You’re half fucking dressed. Come back upstairs.”
You only blink at him, using every ounce of willpower not to cower away from his gaze. The only sound is his sharp breathing through flared nostrils as you glance down at your outfit - a T-shirt and shorts, no bra, you’d been waiting on him to come home and couldn’t help but confront him. You slowly lift your eyes back to his, brows raised expectantly. Bucky’s practically panting as he releases your wrist in a jerky movement. He does some strange, nose-scrunch, lip-twitch thing with his face before offering a tight smile.
“Baby,” He says, but this time he’s not begging. He’s pissed, to a point where it’s terrifying, and that stupid fairy-tale-believing part of you beats against your cranium. He doesn’t love you, what’s stopping him from hurting you in the heat of the moment?
“Baby,” Bucky says again, stepping back towards you, your back digging into the railing. “Come back upstairs, and we can talk this out. Like mature adults.”
That, surprisingly, is the last straw. Your true, no-doubt-about-it breaking point. You tilt your head and smile as sweetly as you can. “Bite me.”
“Y/N,” Bucky huffs, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “C’mon, I - I love you.”
“You could’ve fooled me,” You snort. Shouldering your way past him, you raise your middle finger over your shoulder and walk leisurely down the rest of the stairs. “I’ll be back tomorrow for all my shit! Keep the clubhouse.”
And with one last satisfying look over your shoulder to blow a kiss at his incredulous expression, you turn your back on Bucky fuckin’ Barnes.
You should’ve had your guard up from the start...who uses a nickname based on their middle name, for chrissake?
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ophelia
heartbroken too many times, your naive mind tends to fall in love too easily. after kim taehyung enters into your life, you’re smitten by the handsome man only for this romance to come to an end... or so it seems.
prologue 01 02 03
member: kim taehyung
pairing: fuckboy!kth x reader
genre: angst, smut, hurt/comfort(?)
warnings: eventual smut ig, angsty angst, swearing
words: 1.1k
a/n: oof i honestly don’t know where i’m going with this scenario but i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the longest time. if you couldn’t tell, this is kinda a modern-day hamlet inspired scenario (if that makes sense haha) but less tragic and hopefully no deaths. also, i’m writing another fuckboy scenario since a lot of people really like these kinda au’s LOL, but please do look forward to this series!
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“Alright class, make sure to read Act 1 of Hamlet as there might be a reading quiz the next time we meet.” Your professor smirks making your fellow classmates groan around you. Smiling to yourself, you neatly stack your books and pack it away into your bag. Being a literature major, you were always ready for your literature class and quite ecstatic now that your class had moved onto the Shakespearean unit.
Of course, you made this internal happiness as discreet as possible, trying your best to hide within the crowd and keep to your own happiness. After packing up, you quickly head over to the large library, entering through the main doors as you greet the familiar lady at the front desk. “Caya! How’s your day going so far?” You raise your voice a bit before standing in front of her, a small smile rising from your face. However, the smile fades once you see her sigh, a pout slightly emitting from your lips.
“It could definitely be better, Y/n. How about you?” She responds, her voice quite raspy.
“My day has been alright so far.” You lie, scrunching your nose as you bring up your literature assignment. “Anyways, remember how I asked you to keep Hamlet on hold for me? Can I check it out now?”
“Oh, right,” she nods before opening a drawer, scrambling to find the book before a smile appears on her face, “here you go Y/n.” Scanning the barcode, she types away at her keyboard before looking back at you and handing you the small book. “It’s a little beaten up but it’ll do. You have until the end of the semester to return the book though.”
Taking the book, you grin, trying to hold back your excitement as you thank the older woman. Saying your goodbyes, you walk away and head to your current favorite spot on the second level of the library. Taking quick steps, you turn the corner before stopping in place, taken aback at the sight. Your favorite spot had been occupied by a group of friends, or so it seemed. There were quite a few of them so you had no intention of going up to them and asking them to move. Sighing quickly, you turn on your heel, heading straight to your second favorite spot, which happened to be located on the opposite side of the second floor. Again, walking rather quickly, you breathe a sigh of relief to see the table empty once you reached the lonesome corner. Setting your things down, you sit in the seat and open up your Hamlet book, reading away at the lines.
An hour passes by and your halfway through Act 2 before you’re interrupted by a young man who sits in the empty seat across from you. Glancing up from your book, you observe him quickly and notice his dark curly hair. He was quite attractive but definitely not your type, not that this stranger mattered to you that much.
“Excuse me miss, but can I ask you a question?” He whispers, as a charming smirk appears on his face making you raise a brow.
“Uh, sure. What is it?” You respond, hoping for the interaction to end quickly.
“Okay, so I’m trying to prove a friend wrong,” he points to two other men who are just a couple of tables away before focusing his attention back onto you, “and I was wondering, would you date me?” Quirking a brow, you're confused at his question making you unable to talk as you recollect your thoughts.
“Is that really your question?” You finally speak, putting your book upon the table as you fold your arms, furrowing your brows in confusion of the current situation.
“Think about it. I’m quite handsome and as a matter of fact, very much rich.” He smirks, leaning forward to you. “I’m also quite good in bed, just putting that out there.” He winks before leaning back in his chair. Tilting your head, you scoff before pursing your lips, soon gathering your things and packing them away. Shocking the man, he gets up from his seat to walk around the table, now kneeling in front of you.
“Woah, woah, woah- where do you think you’re going, love?” He takes hold of your hand making you flinch. Glaring at the strange man, he lets go before standing up, digging his hands in his pockets. Sighing, you carry your bag as you stand, pushing the chair in. While doing so, you glance over to the table his friends were currently sitting at, only to see them snickering, probably due to the current situation you were in. Now annoyed, you face back to the man who had just angered you.
“You must be really fucking narrow-minded to think that all girls are willing to give out their number to you,” rolling your eyes, you fix the strap of your bookbag before giving the man a wry smile, “and for your information, no, I wouldn’t date you, as a matter of fact.” You bring up his words before turning away from the tall man, walking away from the table.
“Babe,” he yells out making you stop in place to turn around and face him, “I’ll find you again.” He’s now smiling, angering you even more as you turn around once again and walk away from his presence.
...
After watching the half-decent girl walk away in fumes, he scratches his head before shrugging, heading back to the table where his friends were seated at.
“Way to go Taehyung, you scared off another girl.” His friend laughs making Taehyung click his tongue in annoyance.
“Shut up. I’m sure I’m bound to see her again, this campus ain't that big.” Taehyung slouches in his chair before pulling out his phone, liking the first post that shows up when he opens up the Instagram app.
“Dude, let’s be honest, she’s not worth a dime.” Taehyung’s other friend spits out before picking up his backpack and standing from his seat. “By the way, what happened to Linda?”
“Too clingy and she’s kind of a crazy bitch too.” Taehyung snorts before turning off his phone, throwing his head back while closing his eyes. “Fuck, I should have at least gotten her name.”
“Forget about her, let’s go get something to eat!” Opening one eye per hearing his friend's words, Taehyung gets up from his seat immediately before slinging his arm around his friend.
“Your treat?” Taehyung asks, a cunning grin appears on his face before his friend groans.
“Fine. Let’s just hurry the hell up and get out of this wretched place.” The group of handsome men proceeds to walk out of the library, casually talking as multiple eyes are set upon them.
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WIP Wednesday: Ophelia and the King’s Madness
expected to be about 100k+ words total, 50% complete
Hi and welcome to another WIP Wednesday!! Today I’m sharing Ophelia and the King’s Madness, which is a spin off from my Hardenshipping Dead Sea Trilogy that focuses on Colress, the novelty third wheel, and his time in Team Plasma.
Ghetsis hires Colress to look after his daughters who, despite being adults, live completely isolated from the outside world. But Anthea and Concordia find themselves smitten with the man who brings so many strange and wonderful things to them. But as their relationship develops, Concordia slowly discovers the truth of who he and her father really are, and must face the choice to leave everything in her world behind.
Hit me during quarantine while I was...... stuck inside all day and couldn’t leave my house........ funny how life does that to you.
There will be mild - but not explicit - sexual themes. But today is just a preview! Colress and Ghetsis dunking on one another.
I ripped this straight off my google doc so enjoy all my typos and funny musings ✨
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Chapter 0.5??? (AT RISE? CURTAIN???)
Colress Achroma had seen every sight there was to see in Castelia City. There was nothing new about the subway station, the cars, the lights, the people, the noise, and even his own apartment. Nothing fulfilling about the bars, the clubs, the drinks, the parties.[---maybe mention something about the people who lurk in the subway station/swers and how weird they are--]
And while it was objectively true that there were perhaps hundreds--if not, thousands--of new things to do--drink, fuck--every day, for Castelia City had no shortage of people like him--nothing felt particularly new. Not since he had moved back from the Hoenn region, where he had completed his PhD, which had grown especially underwhelming in its own regard. While he had certainly missed the sheer expanse of the city in that time--ever since getting his PhD--which had turned out to be nothing but dull barrier after dull barrier--he felt incredibly, painfully understimulated. And so, he sat in the [bleak] alleyway in the dark, grimy underbelly of his hometown, spinning the petals of a white rose in his hand, waiting for something new.
No, he wasn’t there for a hookup. He knew better places than here for that. He knew this underground tunnel system perhaps even better than the subways themselves, even as it ran adjacent to them. Admittedly, the cryptlike sewer system had become something of a second home to him, ever since he was a kid. Here in his favorite corner, for instance, there were still even smears of ash from when he had started a fire when he was 14 and narrowly escaped the police. That, particularly, was the first of what was soon going to become many narrow run-ins with the law. No, he wasn’t here to sell or solicit, even though he was told someone would meet him here.
Okay so when put like that, it might as well have been a hookup.
But as he sat perched up on a ledge, scanning shadows in the dim, yellowy light on the wall--down past the shadows that scooted across the filthy waterways--he saw a long, black shadow emerge from the darkness. [add in the flower ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ thing?]. Although, it was more as if the cloak had pulled off and carried teh darkness with him. The man was large; and wore a long, black cloak; his footsteps, which would have otherwise been almost soundless and serpentine, were interjected with a thud from his cane--forcing him to walk in an uneven, cacophonic rhythm. He leaned into his left, and leaned into it hard. In fact, with the hsape of the cloak, and the way he walked, even from here, it would appear almost as if the man entirely lacked a right hand.
Colress dropped another white petal down from the ledge. “He loves me,” he said, then glanced up at the man and smiled. He slid down off the ledge and stared up at the large man, the grossish yellowish light grossly illuminating his face. “You came.”
“I was told I could find someone here.”
“Well, you found correctly,” Colress said, waving the flower around. “Now, what exactly is it you want? I’m not accepting clients, if that’s what you’re after. But, there are plenty of girls down here who, if you pay them right--”
“Enough,” the man said, spitting on the ground at Colress’ feet. His voice boomed, nearly echoed down the chamber. “I’m not here for a prostitute.”
“The polite term is ‘sex worker,’ actually, but--”
“I’m looking for a scientist, not a whore.”
“Lucky for you, I’m both,” Colress said, smiling. The man stops and stares at him, incredulously, like he doesn’t think he could be serious. Colress flashes some sort of badge at him. “How can I help you?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I am,” Colress said. They stare off again at one another, Ghetsis is like “Nevermind this has to be a mistake” and starts tot turn to go.
“I thought you might be a little apprehensive, given our location, but I promise, only the best of the best gather in the nighttime here in Castelia City,” Colress said, reaching into his bag. “After all, how would you have gotten your contacts to get ahold of me? I prepared for you my entire CV--” he extended the document to him [basically traps him from leaving]. The man raised his eyebrows, but tentatively accepted it. “Although, you should know this is quite the unusual place for a job interview.” [Colress gives him a devious grin.] “I dig it.”
“Jesus Christ,” the man muttered, scanning over the document.
“What? Overwhelmed and amazed at my outstanding credentials?”
“No,” the large man said. “I had heard the rumors. I just didn’t believe they were fucking true .”
“Ah, so I have a reputation I see! That’s good news,” Colress said. “You should have a clue as to who I am, then. However, unfortunately I’m still not sure with whom I have the pleasure of--” Colress paused, now seeing the profile of the man in the low light. “Wait a moment,” he said, beginning to recognize the face. “I’ve see you before. You’re…” [the memory comes to him] “You’re Ghetsis Harmonia,” he said. “The leader of Team Plasma. All those ones going around talking about all that ‘Pokemon’s Rights’ bullshit--”
“Pokemon liberation.”
“Oh and the airship! Quite a mechanical wonder, I have to admit. I’ve always sort of wanted to get up close and personal with that antigravity machine,” he said. He leaned in to Ghetsis with a sing-song tone. “Are you here to give me a ride~!”
“Only if you’re useful.”
“Useful?” Colress asked. “In what way?”
[is he like a court jester to a king????]
“I’ve already told you I’m not accepting clients. That’s never been my game anyway. Useful? To Lord Ghetsis Harmonia… isn’t that what they call you? My lordship? My king? Leader of a selfless, benevolent organization devoted to the freedom of Pokemon. It’s quite ambitious, I have to say. I’ve never really seen anything quite like it.”
Ghetsis was silent.
“But what could a proud, noble, and upstanding lord want with a--ah, what was it you called me?”
[MAKE SUR EHE CALLS HIM SOMETHING BEFORE THIS]
“‘A sewer rat’ like me…?”
“Research,” Ghetsis said, shortly.
“Oh?” Colress asked. “Of what kind? Surely we didn’t have to meet in such a remote location to go over my CV. We could have gotten lunch. Oh, or brunch--! ”
“Enough,” Ghetsis said, more sternly. “I won’t tolerate this level of [silliness? Pfffft No better word].”
“Then what do you need of me, my lord?”
“I need you for research. A very particular kind of research my own scientists believe you to be capable of.”
“Oh, scientists from down here?” Colress said. “Word certainly does get around. But what makes you think so?”
[Ghetsis hands him some kind of flyer from a battle or tournament or something]
“How’d you do it?” he asked.
Colress raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Your thesis was about DNA and Mega-Evolution,” Ghetsis said. “And this,” Ghetsis pointed again to the page. “You enhanced its power for competition.”
“I didn’t enhance anything,” Colress said, flatly. The flatness in his voice, however, spelled sarcasm. “The ‘power of friendship’ did that. If I had enhanced anything, that would be cheating, wouldn’t it?” Colress paused. Examines Ghetsis. “Of course, the ‘power of friendship’ in this scenario might involve a few extra nuts and bolts. Nothing more.”
[ Ghetsis like grunts or makes one of his Ghetsis noises. Colress kind of turns and looks at him. Ghetsis maybe says something like [We could pay you well to do it again] or something etc.]
“But what would a noble Lord want with a researcher like me? What would an upstanding and noble, pacifist organization like Team Plasma possibly want to do with Pokemon battling power? And, with you coming to me in such circumstances, I’m beginning to think that you’re either horny, or Team Plasma isn’t exactly what it says it is.”
“We have certain aspects that we keep only to the initiated.”
“Well, it’s a cult, isn’t it?” Colress said. “I mean, Team Plasma is a cult. You all walk around in hats and robes, handing out pamphlets and preaching about love and destiny and higher wisdom. And you at the very helm.”
Pause.
“Well, if this is a personal invitation to join your freaky little cult, I’m afraid to tell you I’m not really religious, and I don’t really plan on ‘being saved’ any time soon--”
“I heard you weren’t satisfied with your day job.”
“Day job? What day job?” Colress laughed. “I don’t need to work for a living.”
“Exactly.”
Long pause.
“I do what I want. I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to come around.”
“And what exactly is that opportunity, Colress?”
[Long pause. Colress decides it’s time to spill. Something pulls him to know to understand what Ghetsis is there for, air of malice.]
“Have you heard of an organization called Cipher?”
“Faintly.”
“They were a criminal organization responsible for the ‘Shadow Pokemon’ incident that happened about a decade ago in the Orre region.”
Ghetsis raised his eyebrows, interested.
“They operated in secret laboratories in abandoned warehouses scattered throughout the region. Their laboratory director, Ein, was behind the conception of the project,” Colress said. “In his profile, he is described as someone ‘long on ambition and short on emotion,’ something to which I think we both can relate.”
“Mhm,” Ghetsis siad.
“Ein was the pioneer behind the creation of these creatures--Shadow Pokemon. Pokemon capable of entering this hyper-empowered state.”
[Maybe more nods.]
“I always sort of wished I could talk to Ein. But, unfortunately like any other criminal organization, they were eventually found out, and their records destroyed.”
“So what was the point in you telling me all that?”
“Please let me monologue.” [Say something about how like if he’s going to join an evil organization he’s only going to get a chance in this once in his life--also maybe it’s like he’s given ghim a sales pitch??]
They stare at each other.
“What they were doing was highly illegal, of course. Though, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering, if, given the opportunity, I could do better.”
[They have a moment where they’re on the same page.]
“Cipher’s mistake was that the Pokemon were strong, but ultimately uncontrollable,” Colress said. “Their approach, ironically enough, was too emotional. This flimsy control maxed out Pokemon’s power, but brought them into a manic state that made them lash out uncontrollably. This lack of control also made it an easy effect for anyone to reverse. A handful of people were known for doing so. They called it Purification. ‘Opening the door to a Pokemon’s heart,’ that’s what they called it. In fact, that’s even how Ein himself chose to define it,” Colress said.
[Colress turns and then laughs]. “That’s what he called it. Can you believe? ‘Opening and closing the doors to the heart…” what the fuck does that even mean? Some bullshit phrasing they made up to describe the process of divorcing a creature from its emotional integrity. ‘Hearts’ and ‘doors’ aren’t measurable data. It was a chemical they were using. A wave. Cipher’s true methods, as I’ve said, were unfortunately lost to time. But, we do have the work of Professor Krane, who developed a more regimented procedure for purifying these Pokemon,” Colress said, smiling. “It’s a wave. They used EM waves.”
“Congratulations.”
“The way I see it, Cipher’s approach likely targeted the limbs, so to speak, rather than the creature as a whole. This left weak points that Krane and other purification scientists were able to exploit. If they wanted to truly be successful, they would have had to find a way to overrun the entire mind of the creature,” Colress said.
“So success would mean absolute control?”
“Yes,” Colress said. “Precisely.”
“That I can agree with you on.”
Another pause. “Theoretically, one would be able to use the work put forth by Professor Krane to reverse-engineer the way that Cipher created these Pokemon, and then build upon it for their own ends. To do so would be highly unethical, of course, and cause quite a stir in most procedural review boards,” he said. “So it remains a fantasy that I’ve considered, but never fully entertained. The bureaucrats win out again, and for good reason, I suppose.”
“That’s quite a tale you’ve spun for me.”
“Isn’t it?” Colress asked. “I always thought so. But that’s not what we’re here about, is it? We’re here for you,” [he turns to him and smiles]. “So, Lord Ghetsis Harmonia… cult-leader, king. What is it that I can do for you?”
“By the sound of it…” Ghetsis said, slowly. “Exactly what you want.”
Colress [does something], smiling. “Then, gratefully, my lord, I am ever at your service.” [Maybe kisses rose and tosses it at his feet? → this ties him back to Concordia]
#wip wednesday#the dead sea trilogy#ophelia and the king's madness#colress#concordia#team plasma#ghetsis harmonia#n harmonia#team plasma colress#look i understand this is kind of a weird slash rare pairing ok but look#we dont choose our fics our fics choose us#anthea and concordia#ghetsis#my writing#my fic#this whole thing is one big godiva commercial but a psa against colress
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How is everyone okay with this?
I was thinking of maybe making this a series of like cute hogwarts moments of parents moments from George and Y/n especially with kids at hogwarts.... Let me know.
Also something that surprises me is how can everyone say goodbye to their children and just send them to boarding school but also I get. Just ditch the kids on that train and have ten month vacation? YES.
“They’ll have to go to Hogwarts sometime.” George said, you shake your head. As a muggleborn you had never understood how parents could send their children to that god awful school. The stories Harry told about his first year, and then second all the other years had made you decide you would not be sending your children there. “No!” you said angry. The two of you had this discussion many times when they were younger. George had let you go your way when it came to the kid’s education, he would sit with either of them at the kitchen table and help with math problems, and you’d teach them at home because every sneeze from Ophelia meant that every nose turned turquoise in her vicinity. Or, every class toad would be released by Alfie without so much as a glance. You couldn’t let them out on their own because they had no control of their magical abilities in quite an extraordinary way. They were only eight year old when Mcgonacall was first offered to let stay at Hogwarts after Neville discussed the twins with her. You thought they were too young, and instead you kept them home from school, and the two of you taught them yourself. Which meant the two of you were very lenient when it came to travelling. They came with the two of you when you went to Romania for a few weeks to visit Charlie, they came along to America, France, Vietnam, and many other countries the four of you traveled to. But, now your babies were almost eleven, and you knew that stupid letter would arrive. “They are so young, George. Our babies.” you argued. George chuckled. “We cannot keep them forever. They need to learn magic.” George said, you looked at the ground, and you knew he was right. He stepped closer to you, putting his fingers under your chin to force you to look at him. “She’ll do great.” he said: “Just have faith in them.” he said, with a smile. “But, I’ll miss them too much.” you pouted. George laughed, he put his arms around you for a hug. “You’ll appreciate them more in the summer vacation.” he said, you couldn’t help but feel sad, the two of you never had any more children than the twins, only now you understood why Molly had seven.
You stood at the platform with tears in your eyes, as George went off to put the kid’s trunk in the train. “Forget that owl your dad gave you. Here I have my own gift for you.” you said, taking out two iphones for the kids. You had saved some money so you could each buy their own. You didn’t agree with giving kids phones but you felt desperate to keep in close contact with the two. “Just call me whenever you feel lonely or text.” you said, she had a smile on her face. “Mum, I’m not sure they’ll have cell reception at Hogwarts.” Ophelia said she was confident for her age. Something she definitely got from George. “Keep your sister out of trouble.” you tell Alfie. He was the spitting image of George. Although in his opinion he looked more like Fred. Teddy and Victoire said they’d let them hang out if they got lonely and Neville, who was your Hogwarts best friend, said he’d keep an eye out, and the feeling of wanting to keep them here was so strong within you. You couldn’t understand how all these parents could do it. You wanted them to be happy to go to school so you hold your tears. George came back, and Ophelia hid her cellphone in her jacket pocket. “Are you ready to board the train?” he asked. Ophelia nodded. You give her a hug, and a kiss on her cheek. Next was George, who was beaming with pride for his daughter. He held her a little too long as she tried to wriggle herself out of his embrace and he ruffled her curls. You hug Alfie, and whisper that you loved him, giving him a kiss. “Dad!” Ophelia said, when George was still hugging Alfie. “Alright. Have fun and don’t let me get a letter about your mischief.” They hurried to the train only looking back once, leaving the two of you standing there. You unconsciously held your breath as the train started to move. All the other parents waved at the children who each had their hand poking out of the window to wave. You suddenly burst into tears because your babies had left. George held you in his embrace. “They are going to be fine.” he mumbled.
The phone rang around ten. You pick up the phone, you and George were watching a movie. “Hello Sweetie. How is Hogwarts?’ you ask. You turn on the phone on speaker. “What house are you in?” George asked. You look at your husband and even though you knew it was important for him to know which house they were in, it wasn’t so much for you. “I’m Gryffindor, dad.” Ophelia said he wouldn’t let her know if he was disappointed if she was in any other house. But, you could just tell he was glad she was Gryffindor. “THat’s bloody brilliant, darling.” he said: “Are you having fun?” you pause the movie to listen more intently. “Oh yes, I already made a friend. Ellis Wood, he is a Hufflepuff.” she said, George chuckled. “Oh yes. I used to play quidditch with his father.” George said, you just listen to your husband reminiscing about whose children are in her year. “You should go to sleep, it is going to be a long day tomorrow.” you tell her before the two of them gossip through the night. “Goodnight mum. Bye dad.” Ophelia said, hanging up the phone. When you realised she hadn’t handed the phone to Alfie. You dial the number, it only went over a couple of times before he picked up. “Mum?” he answered. “Hi honey.” you said, you heard soft sobs, and you thought you heard your heart breaking. “What is going on?” you ask. He was probably just homesick. “I want to go home, mum.” Alfie cried. George gave you the look, like you had raised a momma’s boy. “Can we go?” you whisper to George. He raised his eyebrow, and hesitated. “Fine, kid. We’ll just have a chat with uncle Neville.” George said to Alfie. “Just stay put.” he added. He hung up the phone. You had a smile on your face. “What are you laughing about?” he asked with a devilish smile. “At Least one of our kids misses us. Don’t you find that a bit enjoyable?” you ask. He shook his head, with a laugh.
Not an hour later you were sitting in Mcgonacall’s office chatting with her while Alfie was sitting in the hallway. “Well it is normal for the young students to feel a bit homesick, and it is highly irregular for parents to come to the school in the middle of the night.” She said, she had a smile on her face though. “He is a hufflepuff at heart like you, Y/n.” She said: “But, the sorting hat put him in Gryffindor.” you could tell George was happy with it. “And you Mr. Weasley, how dare you hand those children the attributes to cause trouble even before they entered the train?” She said stern, you could tell George knew more of this by the look on his face. “I have no idea what you are referring to.” he said, innocently. “Can we just talk to him?” you ask her. She nods. The two of you get up, and George was already out of the room when Mcgonacall said this: “I suspect young Alfred asked the sorting hat for Gryffindor, but I can only assume he is too sensitive at heart.” without looking up from the papers in front of her.
The two of you sat down next to Alfie either on one side of your son. “Can I go home?” He asked. You shake your head, George put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be scared, bean.” George said, Alfie looked up at you with the same brown eyes as his dad. “Please mum. These people already gave me detention!” he said, you locked eyes with George, and it was like he won. Alfie wasn’t homesick; he and Ophelia just got in trouble. “Yes, I heard about it. Do you want to tell what happened?” you ask. Alfie looked at the ground. “Ophelia and I replaced the taffy on the trolley with dad’s puking pastilles.” Alfie confessed and the two of you laughed expecting the other to be serious. “Way to go little man” You said, George held up his hand for a high five. “You’re not mad?” Alfie asked. You shrug. “Let me tell you the good part about Hogwarts.” George said: “you’ll get punished here enough.” He looked at you and even though the two of you knew that wasn't exactly the case. The two of you just didn’t want Alfie to feel even worse on his first day. Alfie laughed because he didn’t know the two of you weren’t joking.
The two of you said goodbye to Alfie, as the two of you walked down the corridors of Hogwarts. “Remember we shagged in the astronomy tower?” George reminded you. You look at your husband with a laugh. “We also shagged in that cupboard. Where are you going with this?” you ask. You gestured at the cupboard. The evil smirk vanished from his face. “We should just go home.” he said, George pecked a kiss on your lips. “What was that for?” you ask. He had a smile on his stupid face. “I am glad your hufflepuff genes didn’t ruin our kids into goodie two shoes.” he said, you glared at him. “I also don’t like Ophelia hanging out with Oliver Wood’s kid.” he said, you laugh. “He always was an idiot.” you chuckle, putting your hands around his neck and kissing George.
Christmas break, and you were excited for the train to arrive at the perron. “Calm down they’ll be home in a bit.” Bill laughed. He had Victoire already at Hogwarts, with Louis, and Dominique at home with Fleur waiting for their sister to return. “She has the entire christmas break planned. Because she wants to do a muggle christmas.” George made fun of you. You stick out your tongue at your husband. You look amongst all the children in black robes, when you saw Teddy, with Victoire on his arm, with Ophelia, Ellis, and Alfie following them. “Mum!” She said, ran towards you. “I’m her favorite.” you said, sticking once again your tongue to George. He scrunched his nose, you hugged Ophelia when she reached you. “I missed you, bean.” you said, kissing her all over her face. She rubbed away the kisses on her cheeks with the back of her hand. George patted her over her head. She had grown so much. Or, maybe that is how you felt after you hadn’t seen her in months. The other reached you too, and you pulled Alfie in for a hug. “Mum stop!” he said embarrassed. But, you didn’t care. “My babies are back” you cooed. “I am sorry you have to witness this.” Alfie turned to Ellis, who was laughing. “I have to go find my parents. Have a nice break, Weasleys” he said to the twins.
Tagged: @enchantedcruelsummer
#Alfie and Ophelia#george weasley#george x reader#george weasley imagine#george weasley x reader#george weasley x y/n#george weasley x you#george x y/n#wizarding world
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DoctorHunter + 19
I promise this won’t hurt (which sounds like a lie, but you know my soul is with the fluff)
19. Does this shirt make me look hot?
Hunter was shameless, which Leopold had found out quickly after he’d started staying over. Leopold had moved out of the provided rooms at the compound a few weeks before meeting Hunter, but it was only recently that he’d started letting him stay the night, which was the best decision he’d made. One of Hunter’s habits turned out to be that he did not wear a shirt if he didn’t have to, constantly stripping his clothes off at the slightest provocation. Sometimes, Leopold brought home work to complete and Hunter would strip off his shirt because the apartment was too hot, or he’d spilled sauce on his shirt and had to get it soaking if he didn’t want to stain it. It was completely impossible that Leopold got any work done with Hunter half naked in his kitchen.
Leopold was laid on the bed one afternoon on his day off, the blankets pulled up to his bare waist. Hunter was dressing, although that seemed like a silly thing to do considering Leopold wanted to peel the clothes off him immediately.
“Does this shirt make me look hot?” Hunter asked, a grey long-sleeve now covering his bare torso. He modeled it obnoxiously.
“I don’t know, I definitely prefer you without it,” Leopold replied.
“The clerks at the store might disagree.”
“Don’t go to the store, then. We’ll have one of my assistants go. I want you here,” Leopold said, shifting so he could reach Hunter’s belt loop, towing him backwards. “You’re wearing far too many clothes, Mister Hunter.”
“Unless you want to me fuck you using olive oil next time,” Hunter said, picking up the empty bottle of lube, “you’d better let me go.”
Leopold let out a quiet boo and Hunter leaned in to kiss him.
“I actually used all of the olive oil, too, so it would be lotion or spit.”
Leopold scrunched his face at that which made Hunter chuckle.
“Okay, but hurry back. It’s not often I get a whole day alone with you.”
Hunter kissed him again, easing him onto his back, covering him with his body like another blanket.
“I will.”
“And don’t worry about looking hot, I’ll gladly peel anything off of you when you get home.”
“Home, huh?” Hunter asked.
“Oh,” Leopold said, and he frowned. Hunter smoothed his thumb over the frown lines on his face.
“Is this my home, Leopold?”
His voice was quiet, and sincere, not joking or teasing.
“Do you want it to be your home?” Leopold asked in return.
“Yes,” Hunter said. “I do, actually. Notice how I haven’t slept at my own apartment in weeks.”
“Is this too fast?”
“Nothing is too fast when I love you,” Hunter said, kissing the center of his chest. “But if you don’t want that, we don’t have to.”
“I want to,” and his voice was quiet in the silence of the room, their room, this home they were maybe building. “I want you here.”
“Good.” Hunter kissed him again and again, forgetting the store for a little while, lost in each other. It was so easy to get lost in Hunter, to dive in and let himself drown, forgetting everything he was and all of his responsibilities. With Hunter, he was the Doctor. His position at Hydra meant nothing. His connection to Ophelia didn’t matter. Hunter only cared about Leopold as a person, as a man.
“Wait,” Leopold said, resurfacing. “You said you love me.”
Hunter smirked and God, he couldn’t look at him when his eyes were sparkling like that.
“Yeah,” Hunter said. “I’ve said it before.”
“When I’m sucking you off doesn’t count.”
“Since when?”
“Since always!”
“Well, your mouth isn’t on my cock now. In fact, I’m completely dressed and clear headed. Do you believe me?”
“Tell me again.”
“I love you, Leopold.”
Leopold let out a small, quiet sigh. There was a little voice at the back of his head that sounded not unlike his father, berating him for letting Hunter manipulate him with such sentiments, that Hunter was just trying to use him, gain favor at Hydra, or take them down from the inside.
Even if that was Hunter’s endgame, Leopold would let him. Because there were so many things about Hunter that Leopold adored. Because Leopold had never felt this way about anyone.
Hunter took every opportunity to tease Leopold, but never meanly. He was loyal, not exactly to Hydra but to Leopold and that’s all he could ask from him. Hunter made fantastic chili, and loved to share desserts, and always had Leopold’s favorite beer in the fridge. The few times they’d stayed at Hunter’s, which was always riskier, he’d obsessively cleaned his apartment before Leopold came over. He was sweet, and had a quick with, and Leopold had seen him more than once in the fighting ring take an impressive amount of punches. There was nothing about Hunter that Leopold didn’t admire and adore.
So, when he said, in the stillness of their bedroom, Hunter’s heartbeat steady underneath his palm, “I love you, Lance,” he meant it.
[Alex’s Dialogue Prompts]
#agents of shield#doctorhunter#fitzhunter#leo fitz#lance hunter#framework leo fitz#prompt tag#holdendadcliffe#a tag for alex
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Mania [Prologue]
Pairing: Diego Hargreeves/OC
By a twist of fate, a young girl is swept up in the chaos of the Hargreeves family. Ophelia Cortez was never supposed to become close to any of them. She was just a neglected girl who's family pawned her off the moment things started to get abnormal. With new abilities cultivating, Ophelia is forced to face old wounds and new flames.
Word Count: 2,300
October 1, 1984
43 women around the world suddenly gave birth at the exact same time. The weird part? Until the moment they gave birth, none of those women had been pregnant. These newborns are weird and inexplicable and special.
Sir. Reginald Hargreeves, billionaire, and adventurer, made it his mission to acquire as many of these children as he could, overall at the start he ended up with seven although as time grew on a new 'challenge' arose.
——— 11 Years Later ———
Life as an orphan had its challenges, one of which being the constant moving from home to home. By the age of 10, Ophelia had already been through five temporary home placements. The fosters she lived with were all the same. They always made false promises about keeping her around. It was never true. The promise of making a new family grew harder to believe in, as each passing home continued to give her up. Whether it be because of poor timing or her closed-off personality, Ophelia lost hope in ever making a lasting relationship.
Being tossed from most homes she had been placed in, the young girl began to form a discouraging outlook on the rest of her life. There was no point in trying to become a part of a family. Everyone would just leave her in the end. It also didn't help that the current couple she was adopted by hated her even more than she hated them.
Last year she had been given the "privilege" of being adopted by a young couple in their 20's. Amelia and James Cortez. Their public personas were perfect, but behind closed doors the two parents were horrendous. Often the two of them would make Ophelia clean and cook until she was physically unable to continue. This resulted in achingly red blisters formed from working on projects around the house. The little girl would frequently be taken to doctor's appointments with bumps and bruises, but no authority figure ever stepped in. She was told to suck it up because she was one of the lucky ones. The girl's caretakers were saints. Even though, they would continue to cause harm to the child in their possession. This treatment would be continued until it progressed into full-on verbal abuse.
Over time, Ophelia had just become used to a life full of solitude and hurt. The year-long tirade on her self esteem had slowly started to deteriorate any sort of social skills the young girl wished to attain. She had accepted the fact that she would have to age out in order to gain a semi-normal life. That was until the family had decided to get into business with an extremely wealthy man by the name of Reginald hargreeves.
Ophelia's "father" had acquired a small-scaled company, dealing with space travel from his deceased father. The man would often spend a large amount of time at his warehouse, near the Hargreeves estate. When the world had seen the birth of extraordinary children, Reginald had sprinted towards using the new technology Ophelia's father had access to.
This created the opportunity for James Cortez's family to be more involved in the family business. After being employed by Reginald, James moved his family into the warehouse near the Hargreeves estate. It was there that each member of the family had a purpose. Amelia went on to be head of the supply chain, while their 10-year-old was suddenly tasked with taking note of how many parts the billionaire was in need of. Every day, Ophelia would be expected to write a number of each item Reginald needed.
The man was usually harsh towards Ophelia. He would never use her name and only called her the rumpled little girl. After a year with Amelia and James, she didn't even raise an eyebrow at his insults. Ophelia just went about her business. This seemed to irk him, resulting in the older man continuing to antagonize her.
Reginald aimed his words towards the small child, "Why does your father insist on having you down here. Clearly, he has the means to not use you,"
straightening out his long coat.
"You, my girl are pointless. Do they make you do this so they don't have to see you?" The man chuckled.
"I mean you don't even talk. How Pathetic." Reginald stood back waiting for a reaction that never came. Unable to gain satisfaction, the man turned his back swiftly making an exit.
He did not get his reaction. It was true, Ophelia hadn't talked since she was adopted. This wasn't because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to. It was too frequently that a person's words could endanger someone. Ophelia was no stranger to this. Her silence was a weapon. No one, not even the people who surrounded her could take that away.
Over a couple of months, it became routine for Reginald to come in and make swift comments at Ophelia. She never responded. Why would she? He was just like her parents. In a way, the man was predictable. That was until he started to bring along children. He claimed they needed to start taking responsibility, and he wouldn't stand for anything less.
The first time Ophelia had an interaction with the children was when she had been cleaning up. The girl's father had sent her downstairs. Reginald had been on an emergency call for some sort of experiment.
This time he had people with him...
A shaggy long-haired boy, who had looked so sleep-deprived she could see the sunken black rings around his eyes. He seemed to be hissing at something in the corner.
Weird.
The other boy was about the same age. He looked just as tired, but his darker skin did a better job of hiding it. He seemed to curl into himself out of discomfort, making him appear two times smaller. It really was a shame. She had a feeling he would look better if he wasn't so scared.
Reginald was too busy with his project at hand to care that the kids were wandering around the area. The two children were looking around the warehouse as it was pretty enormous. While it didn't have much variety because of the white walls, it made up for in size. The shaggy-haired boy seemed to be enamored with the gadgets littering the area. He accidentally touched an exposed wire on a trinket, causing him to squeal in shock. This caused the girl to laugh full heartily. Ophelia had been too preoccupied with looking at the shaggy-haired boy that she didn't even notice the other one behind her, waiting for her to turn around.
"Hi. W-W-What's your n-n-name?" The boy struggled to spit out, startling Ophelia enough to cause her to tumble on the table next to her.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, she was unable to move from her spot. Ophelia hadn't talked to someone other than her parents in over a year, let alone a kid her age.
The young boy tried to help her up, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He looked down apologetically at the small girl.
Ophelia returned the sentiment with a tight-lipped smile. She didn't know how to react, and this small interaction was making her get major anxiety.
"My n-names Diego." He said waiting for her to give him a name back. It never came.
This confused him, "Can you talk?"
Ophelia shuffled awkwardly, suddenly embarrassed by the joking tone in his voice. She blushed and shook her head side to side.
"Oh... that's okay. I sometimes have trouble talking too." Diego tried to make the girl feel more comfortable.
Ophelia pointed to an area on her shirt. Diego's eyes landed on a nameplate.
"Ophelia. I like that name. My sister's name is Allison, and I think you have a better name than her. She thinks she's the best. She's not though." He huffed.
A chuckle came out of Ophelia's mouth, catching her off guard. Diego smiled at her with a chestier grin, spanning across his face. The two kids continued to stare at each other until they were interrupted.
"NUMBER 2 GET BACK HERE. I AM NOT ENTERTAINING A CIRCUS. GIRL I WILL NOT HAVE YOU DISTRACTING HIM. GO ON." Reginald yelled at both children.
Diego looked back and forth between them contemplating his next words, "Bye Ophelia. I have to go. See you later maybe."
Diego didn't leave until she nodded. Running towards Reginald, he bid her a wave goodbye and smiled on his way out.
Ophelia turned to finish up the days work much giddier than she had started it. For communicating with someone her age for the first time in years, interacting with him wasn't so bad. Not at all. It should have brought her a longer amount of joy, but it only left her with feelings of sorrow and loneliness.
James and Amelia had heard about this incident from Reginald the next day. They took it out on Ophelia, removing her from the warehouse duties. Instead, she was placed inside a room with no one to talk to. Her parents said it was for her own good. It wasn't. Ophelia knew for some reason her parents didn't want her out talking to people. With each passing day, the girl grew more resentful towards her parents, building until there would surely be a break down to follow.
She never knew why they hated her. Until the day abnormal abilities started to make an appearance inside her. Ophelia had been having pain in her head for as long she could remember. There seemed to be no sense of relief from it, and Amelia and James always seemed to make it worse.
On a Saturday evening, Ophelia's father decided to visit her. He had a particularly bad day at work, making it why he came to see her that day. He never went unless there was a need.
The man had stepped into the room where Ophelia was. He seemed moodier than normal. The tirade of verbal insults started almost instantly. His face growing red, the man began to move towards the 10-year-old. Ophelia tried to back up, but there was nowhere to hide in the small room. James grabbed her arm and threw her down on the floor and began hitting her consistently. She didn't know why this was transpiring. He never went this far, but there he was beating her to the point where she had begun to lose consciousness. Ophelia was sure she would die that day, but the universe had other plans for the youthful girl.
There was a sudden buildup in her mind that burned almost like a ray of sunlight. Suddenly, the scenery of the room began to change. No longer inside the room, Ophelia's father began to panic.
"DID YOU DO THIS? STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP OPHELIA. NOW YOU DECIDE YOU'RE GOING TO BE SPECIAL." The man cried out at his daughter.
"Did he know there was a possibility she had abilities?" Ophelia thought to herself.
This must have been the justification for why they kept her away from people. The reason why they disliked her from the beginning. She didn't show any special abilities when born. Ophelia was created on October 1, 1984. She assumed they knew that Ophelia didn't possess any inclination for extraordinary abilities until right at this moment. For some reason, the abilities didn't kick in until now. All these years, and this is what caused their tirade. How pathetic.
Ophelia had no idea how to control what was happening. It was some sort of reality manipulation ability, but she couldn't figure it out in time for her father not to take advantage of her confusion. Before she could even process what was being done, Ophelia had been knocked out.
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Over the next three months, Ophelia began to grow more resentful of her parents. After the Hargreeves incident, her parents made it impossible to have outside contact with the world. Currently, she had no ability to go anywhere but her room. They were scared of her. Whenever they would try and talk to her, she would temporarily blind them or manifest a nightmare inside their heads. They kept her under medication to ensure she wouldn't be able to truly master her abilities. There was no telling what she could do if given the chance.
After the first month, Ophelia started going a little crazy. In order to keep her mind active, she began avoiding reality through illusions. It was her only escape. She was only able to create small illusions and mimic physical sensations. If it wasn't for being trapped in her own home, Ophelia would be pretty excited about it.
The small amount of joy was short-lived, as the couple had planned on selling her to Reginald Hargreeves. This had been their plan all along. Her for an exchange of money. They must have been planning on doing it since she was adopted, but the couple was unable to fulfill their intention when she didn't display any special abilities. Now they were finally getting a return on their investment.
Ophelia wasn't heartbroken at being given to the Hargreeves. When a person already lived with monsters, anything seemed better.
At least she would have kids her age to interact with. Yes, Reginald was an unkind man, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. There was no point in fighting. What was done was done. She would have to accept becoming a member of The Umbrella Academy if she still wanted a shot at a decent life. Ophelia could only hope it would be better than her current environment.
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This is my first time writing fanfiction in English. I learned to write in English three months ago so I’m not sure how well everything flows. It’s only for fun and practice. Hope you enjoyed reading. I might continue but it’s up to how I feel about it.
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Rescue You Chapter 6 : November 9 and 10.
Dean x reader
Summary : My name is Y/n. I’m the outcast of my witch community. This is the story of how I rescued Dean Winchester, the story of how he saved me.
Serie Warnings : Swearing. Injuries. Smut. Fluff. Angst.
Chapter warning : Fluff, violence, swearing. Angst.
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November 9, almost midnight.
“Y/N ! FORGET DEAN ! RUN ! THEY’RE COMING ! RUN!”
My heart explodes in my chest and I lift my head.
Letting the phone fall in panic, I look up at Dean and he frowns.
"Run" he says.
From the floor I hear Aiden scream, someone just took his phone. Everything slows, it's like we were under water... I lower my head to look at the phone and the screams become chaotic before the call ends.
"Y/n, run" Dean begs now.
"Not without you" I state, taking his shoulder to help him up.
"No ! Y/n I'll slow you ! You run now !" his voice breaks.
Tears fill up his eyes when I don't move at all. "Please, go now... I love you, save your life..."
I don't answer, but tug at his shoulder with all my strength to make him get up. When he doesn't even try to help me, I take his face in my hands.
"We both go. Or we both stay" I state searching his eyes.
He hesitates a split second and gets up in a grunt.
I didn't take time to put my shoes, or my coat. The icy wind and snow is burning my skin, I feel it, but I'm not cold. I'm not tired I'm not hungry. There is no pain, no other thought than saving Dean.
It's the third time he falls in a growl of pain, his knees hitting the floor, his weight taking me with him. This time we can hear them, they're searching the cabin and it won't be long before our tracks lead them to us.
"Dean..." I try to encourage him but he fails getting up and I can see blood falling from his stomach, reddening the perfectly untouched snow.
"Please" he begs, strangled. "Run..."
"I'd rather die" I state with sobs held back in my chest. "Get up Dean, you can't give up now... You're tougher than that."
He tries to get up but, tugging on me, makes me fall again.
"Maybe this time I'm not" he whispers.
I take a deep breath and look up to catch sight of the sky for the last time. It’s beautiful. Then I let myself fall to sit next to him. So be it, I put a light kiss on his lips and taste the tears flooding his face. Powerlessness is unbearable for him, and I wish he could have died fighting… But like wolves, if he can’t run, he can’t live.
After a second, while I’m trying to accept the idea of letting them found us, he starts to move again. My eyes widen, how can he be so brave ? Leaning on a tree, he gets up and starts panting like crazy, his eyes roll in his skull for a second but his will his incredible. This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, the most courageous. I get up and take his waist, putting his arm back on my shoulders.
What happens next is so blurry. I can't really think, I have no energy for that : I just feel. I feel his arm weighting so heavy on me, the cold biting me, my heart racing so fast it hurts. I hear the echoes of the people who used to be my family, yelling in the woods to find us, to burn me... In my head I hear Aiden screams, but the loud painful breathing of Dean deaden it all.
Suddenly, I finally perceive the sounds of cars, and I take a deep freezing-lungs inhale.
"The road... Dean... The road" I say out of breath, finally taking time to check on him.
Blood is soaking his legs, his lips are so white he seems dead.
When we finally reach it, he falls, almost unconscious and I can see the splint broke along the way.
"Dean ? Dean !" I kneel next to him but a far blinding light catches my eyes : headlights.
I don't think twice : Jumping on the road with my arms in the air, I force the car to stop in a sharp braking.
The window opens a little and I try to talk, out of breath, while a middle age couple watches me, shocked.
"Please, I... My husband and I were in an accident, he's hurt and in hypothermia, he needs hospital now or he will die, please..."
They look at me, then at Dean, and the man steps out of the car.
"Thank you" I almost sob.
The man helps Dean up to lay him on the back seat. He's asking questions but I barely register them, answering mechanically : “Car accident… Emergency… His name is Dean… Please… Please… Please” I repeat.
The kind man checks on Dean and my love tries to mush him to reach me.
“Okay St Joseph hospital is ten minutes away, we will make it Sir” he assures Dean.
"Aiden's kids" I whisper suddenly.
"Lady, are you hurt ?" the man says while his wife keeps whispering oh-my-Gods watching my barely conscious lover on the backseat.
"No" I state. "Listen... Please, he needs help. I... I need to find someone, don't worry for me..."
"What ? Lady, no..." he tries but I close the door when I see Dean move.
"Just... Bring him to the hospital, he doesn't have much time."
"Y/n..." Dean whines.
"I love you Dean" I state through the window.
"What ?" his eyes widen but his body doesn't respond. "Y/n... No... No. No. No..."
"I'm sorry Dean. I love you" I repeat, and before my body crushes under the weight of my own pain, I start to run.
November 10, 1:27 am.
Aiden's house is empty, and silent. Entering his room, I find his phone on the floor and stains of blood on that awful carpet. Holding back a scream, I take a few steps back until my back hits the wall, and let my body slide down against it. I can't feel my feet, or my hands. I don't know if Dean is alive and the kids are nowhere to be found.
As despair tries to strangle me, I cling to my hate to function. I saved Dean, they won't get him, he escaped them... A held on crazy laugh escapes me.
Treason is the worst crime of all, and it has only one possible punishment : Death. Witches think justice has to be done the faster possible, to re-establish balance. So I know what happened here.
Aiden must be dead by now... I'm too late. I have to find his boys, they must be with their mom. Oh god, boys, sons of a traitor, their lives are going to be Hell. More than ever, I have to keep my promise to get them out of here.
This is all my fault.
There is no time to lose, but I have no idea how to find those two little boys. Ethan can run but I'll have to carry Jax, I have no idea how many people will be with them, or if they'll accept to follow me. But even if it's the last thing I do, I have to at least try. I owe Aiden this.
I'll start with Ophelia's house, maybe Aiden's wife went to her sister's. I get up and suddenly feel dizzy, something is wrong. I try to lean on the wall but my head is spinning faster and faster...
Before I faint, the last thing I see is Diana's face smiling at me.
November 10, 8pm.
I tug at my black dress and close my eyes. I just wish I could be sure Dean is safe, see his face one last time, hear his voice saying it's going to be okay, telling me it will be quick.
But I know it won't. Being burned alive...
This is the end. There is nothing left to save, nothing left to hope. But at least now, my mind is clear. No regrets or affection left for these monsters, I’m never calling those fanatics family ever again. Not after those so called trials. I was ready that they judge me, but the boys… Even their mother voted for banishment, their own mother. They erased their memories immediately, ignoring their sobs and calls for their mommy. Jax almost died in the process, and something broke in me. When they asked me why I betrayed them and where was Dean, all I could do was spit on Mam Griffin’s face… I’m not afraid anymore, for the first time of my life, they don’t impress me at all.
My hands shake and I smile through the tears, at least I knew love. And with the best. For a man like him, I guess I will be just a sore memory of the death of that pretty girl he liked, a witch version of a James Bond girls...
But for me, he was the only truth in my life.
My sister is brushing my hair in silence, I can see she's emotional, sad even, I guess getting her sister ready for the ritual of the stake mustn't be easy, I saw her look away when they sentenced the boys. However, she's good at it, like she is always good with everything she undertakes. Since the end of my ten minutes trial, she executes the steps with caution. It should be my mother preparing me, but I heard she wasn't feeling well. Wasn't feeling well...
Before being burned, witches must wear the dress of their own mourning. I read about it a lot, but never actually saw that before because they never burned anybody since World War two. The dress has to be black and has to never have been wore by anyone else. So, as I never wear fancy closes or dresses at all, they made me wear my prom outfit. I liked my prom dress. First, because I had managed to convince my mom not to buy something that didn’t looked like me at all, so it’s pretty simple. Second, because I ran away from the party to smoke pot with Aiden this night, so it’s a freedom memory.
I look down at the black fabric again and a small smile appears on the corner of my mouth : I actually look like a witch ; this will be the first time I'm actually treated like one. This is not me, nothing ever were real in here, only in that pretty cabin...
Another tear for the place I cherished so much. The place I ran to for weeks, with my heart pounding. The place where I learned what love was. They burned it... They searched it and burned it to the ground but I don't care, because Dean said Heaven was made of our best memories, so if Hell doesn't claim me, I'm going there again…
Tied to the stake, I look at their faces, ugly monsters. My mother is here, sobbing like she couldn’t stop what’s happening, but she never even tried to speak for me ; my sister too, focusing on being perfect as always, I pity her now, she never owned her life, and she never will. Diana is smiling, that murderous smirk on her evil face.
“Do you have something to say for yourself, traitor ?” Mam Griffin asks.
“Yeah…” I grunt. “I hope hunters find this place, and send you all to Hell.”
An offended rumble spreads and my mother faints.
Then mam Griffin recites the prayers and magically lights the wood.
I start sweating, and panic cuts my hair supply, I can already feel the heat and I can’t even imagine what pain I’m going to endure. The smoke veils the world, letting me alone with myself, I’m dizzy and the heat becomes unbearable. You’ll wake up in the cabin, Y/n… Soon…
“Y/N !” I hear Dean’s voice. “Y/N !”
I smile for myself between coughs, desperate tries of my body to breathe. I hear his voice now, this won’t be long…
But he appears through the smoke. Dean… He’s not hurt, he’s fully clothes and… Am I already dead ?
The smoke disappears and the flames die. When the crowd appears again, the community screams of hate and terror, everything. My eyes widen.
“D-dean ? H-how…”
“I’m here Y/n, I’m here, look at me…” he says, struggling to reach me on the pile of wood.
While he cuts the ropes holding me, I can’t stop staring at him. He’s all new, he’s strong and healthy, he may even have gained back his lost weight. I never saw him like this and tears wet my sweaty face.
“Here you go” he grunts when I fall in his arms. “It’s over, I’m here…” he takes my head to hold it against his chest.
“DEAN !” a manly voice calls him from behind, making Dean move.
He takes my legs and carries me like it was so easy. Dean carries me now… He starts to run and I cling to him, taking a fistful of that red flannel he wears.
A man in a trench coat is holding back almost all Coven powers all by himself, I guess it’s Castiel, Dean talked about him. A real life angel…
“Sam !” Dean calls and a tall man appears from between the threes with a gun in his bloody hands and starts to run, following us in the woods.
“Dean !” I call my lover’s attention. “I can run” I state, knowing we will be faster like that.
He puts me on the floor and takes my hand so tight it would hurt, if a complete happiness mixed with adrenaline wasn’t making me high. With the other hand, I hold my dress to run as fast as I can.
“Cas is not following !” Sam says, still running like a pack of werewolves were following us.
“He’s holding their spells back !” Dean answers loud and clear, with a voice I never heard.
Suddenly, Sam falls and Dean stops right away almost tearing my arm off. Sam is grunting and I can see burns appear on his face.
“Diana” I say. “Dean it’s Diana !”
From between trees, the witch appears and Dean hides me behind him protectively.
“How cute” she says with disgust on her vain face.
In a second, Dean lets himself fall on his knees and reaches his brother, with a snake-like movement, he catches Sam’s gun and shoots.
“This is for Y/n” he says.
I open my eyes, after having closed them just the instant the detonation echoed : she’s falling, a little red dot just between her eyebrows.
“Sammy you okay ?” Dean asks, taking my arm back to make me run again.
November 10, 10:42pm
“Hey, Y/n” Sam says, sitting next to me. “How are you ?”
I look up and stare at his face, there is something perfectly kind in his eyes, and I see some little things that reminds he’s Dean’s brother.
“I’m okay…” I state shyly. “Just worried about Dean.”
When we reached Sam’s car, Dean opened me the door, but he never said a word to me. He closed it and told something to Sam, and he left. Now I’m in that motel room with the tall hunter, but I don’t dare saying anything to him, the lump on my throat strangling me.
“He’s just bringing Cas back” he says with a kind smile, offering me a glass of water.
The motel room is dark, but I can perfectly see the burns on his face.
“I’m sorry about that” I say.
“Don’t be” he smiles sincerely, making the cutest dimples appear on his face. “They said Dean was dead…” he says, suddenly staring at his palms. “And, he would be… He didn’t tell me much, but he talked about how brave you were so… I just… wanted to thank you. For saving my brother.”
“He’s too pretty to die” I try to joke.
But a weird fear is creeping inside me : What if Dean and I weren’t so good now. I only knew him weak and when he needed me, now what ? He’s strong, he’s fierce. I don’t know his life, his friends…
While this doubts hit me in the guts, everything comes to the surface and I hear the little boys sobs, I see Aiden’s face when he made me swear to keep them safe, the smile he had when he asked me to marry him, my mother’s face smiling at me when I was a little girl, and her cold silence when I was sentenced to death…
Tears fall down on my face and Sam sighs.
“It’s okay…” he says as if he was used to people crumbling next to him.
Then the door bursts open and Dean enters, my Dean, only stronger. He doesn’t open his mouth, just angrily takes his coat of and Sam gets up to leave the room, joining Castiel I can see outside, as Dean didn’t close the door.
I just stay on that bed, trying not to cry too much, not daring to look at a man I feel like I don’t know now.
“Why did you left” he finally asks with a glacial tone that makes me shiver.
“The kids” I let out a sob.
“THE KIDS ?” he yells now, but when it makes me jump, his tone cools off. “I was going crazy, Y/n…” he snaps though his clenched teeth. “I thought they k- I- I thought they killed you !”
“I’m sorry” I whisper, holding back my tears.
“We could have gone back for them.”
“No Dean… It’s… It’s too late” I put my face in my hands and cry. “Th- They erased them… I… I was too late…”
“Sons of bitches…” he grunts. “Y/n… I’m sorry.”
He sits next to me and sighs deeply. I know this man, he’s the same man I rescued from the crashed car, the same hero, he’s Dean. And I love him.
After a while, he wraps his arm around my back and I dare to let my head fall on his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his flannel again. His smell is the same I knew, and the way his holds me too. His kisses my temple and let his lips rest there while I cry, shaken with sobs.
“We can’t stay here, they’re already looking for us” Dean states, stroking my back. “They are never gonna hurt you again baby...”
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"What happened, it happened. That's my feeling on it. Doesn't change how I feel about you, which is friendship. You're my best friend," Jason answers.
"Oh thank god," Carly says, engulfing him in a hug. "No offense or anything but I feel exactly the same way."
"None taken."
"Alright good, so let's keep this a secret. Not because it's an adulterous thing because it's not but because people are going to get the wrong idea about us if they find out we did it. Especially Sam and our kids. They've already asked if we're together."
"I was planning on keeping this to myself in general, Carly. Who do you think I'm going to tell?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know. Look, let's just not tell people unless it comes up in conversation. It's no one's business," she declares as Michael and Willow come in with Ophelia, Donna, and Wiley. "The kids will get confused and we don't want to give them the wrong idea about anything."
"What are you keeping secret? Does it have to do with Dad?" Michael asks after telling the kids to go play in Donna's room.
"We have to tell him now," Carly whispers to Jason.
"Yeah, we do."
"We didn't even last an hour!"
"Technically we lasted fifteen."
"Technically we're screwed."
"Is that really the expression we're going with, screwed?"
"Well what expression do you want to go with?"
"Literally any other expression."
"You didn't even last an hour with what? Are you two together? Like, romantically together, kissing and love and all that stuff? Dating? Romantic attraction?" Michael asks disgusted.
Both burst into laughter at the thought. "No, Michael, we're not dating. Nor are we romantically attracted to each other."
"Does it have to do with Dad?"
"No, it does have to do with us. There's nothing new on Sonny. As far as I'm aware, your dad is still most likely dead," Jason answers him, frowning.
"Then what did you two do you don't want us to know? I mean, you've done some fairly questionable things that I haven't judged you for in the past, what makes you think I'll judge you for something?" He questions seriously. "Did you two commit a felony or- oh my god. Did you two have sex?"
"How did he figure that out?" Carly marvels quietly. "Seriously, it's impressive."
"That's what you're focusing on here?"
"Well it's impressive!"
"Am I right? Are you two doing it?" Michael's voice is dripping with disgust as he asks them frantically, "Why are you doing that? There's plenty of people your age in this town to do it with!"
"Yes," Carly admits, "Jason and I did it. Once. Last night. That's all it was, it doesn't mean anything. It was a one night stand. Nothing more."
"What- why- Mom aren't you in- you two- sex- like- how children are made- you two- last night- why- what- how- when- Sam- I- you-" Michael stutters out in an effort to form a coherent thought. The effort appears to not really be a reality, but it's a good try.
"Take your time to pick a question, Michael," Carly urges her son.
"From one father figure to another, Mom! You really have a type, don't you? I mean, I could understand if you hadn't been in love with Dad all year but you claim to still be in love with him and then you go and sleep with Jason, knowing that would hurt him the most! No matter what, this is the thing that would cause him the most pain." Michael exclaims angrily.
"Honey, it just happened. Much like Ophelia," she answers and that doesn't help his anger.
"Do you think you're pregnant?" He asks, looking like he's about to pass out. "I can't believe I'm about to ask this but did you two use protection last night?"
As if this situation couldn't get any more awkward, Josslyn walks in right as that question is asked. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"
"We're terrible at keeping this quiet."
"Thanks for the newsflash, Jason."
"The whole town is gonna know by this time tomorrow, aren't they?"
"Yeah."
"This can only end terribly."
"Well, for once we won't be blindsided by the current drama."
"That's because we're going to be the main focus of it."
"There's this thing called a positive outlook. You should try it sometime."
"I'll think about it when you agree to no longer cause public scenes."
"I don't do that. Often."
"Define often."
"Okay so maybe I do it regularly but only for really good reasons."
"Mhm, sure."
Laughing, Michael says, "No, you're not interrupting anything, Joss. But apparently Mom and Jason did it last night. I'm currently worried whether or not they used protection."
"Michael! Yes, we used protection," Carly answers his question.
"I'm sorry, did you just say that they did it? As in, had sex?" Joss asks.
"Yes, that's exactly what I said! I can't believe it happened," Michael exclaims.
"Michael, you can feel whatever you're feeling but you can't act like you weren't expecting this to happen. I'm honestly more surprised they're not dating," the younger blonde says. "Wait, are you two dating?"
"No, we're not dating. We're friends, it was a one night stand. That's all," Jason reminds her.
"Can it be a one night stand? You two have known each other forever. You're best friends. He basically lives here- not that there's anything wrong with that, there isn't- and you depend on each other. Whether or not you'll admit it. Besides, it's not like you'll never see each other again. Your lives are intertwined and I don't think you can go a day without speaking to each other. Are you just going to forget that last night happened?" Joss asks calmly. She's taking this news fairly well, in a surprise for the others in the room.
"Yes, it is. We're not going to forget about it, but we're not going to dwell on it. There's no attraction there," Carly assures her daughter.
"If there's no attraction, you wouldn't have had sex. That's not how it works; there, on some level, is a subconscious attraction," Michael interjects. "Mom, you sound crazy talking like that, saying that there's no attraction. You're clearly attracted to each other, no matter how much you claim not to be. This is just evidence of that."
"Friendly attraction," she agrees. "Nothing more than that."
"Sure. He steps up and spends more time here, consoling all of us. Makes sense, he's your best friend. You were weirdly close anyways, so no one really thought anything of it. But then, it started to feel like you two were together. Nothing like this, of course, just the way you acted. There was kind of... A shift. I don't know if it was because you two became practically inseparable or because of something else you're not owning up to right now, but something changed. Not in a bad way, of course, but there was a definite change," Joss counters.
"Nothing's changing. We're friends," they both insist.
"Friends who did it last night," Michael argues. "That's not exactly the most friendly thing to do, is it Joss?" His sister nods her agreement and he continues, "No one will blame you two for whatever you decide. Look, we all know about the unbreakable bond you have. The very strange situation where he was kidnapped by Russian mobsters didn't even strain it. But sex isn't something you have with your best friend. Not unless you have feelings of attraction, in some way, for them. People don't just go and do it with their friends spontaneously or randomly. It wouldn't make any sense."
"Well that's what happened here."
"Look, this is none of my business, but I don't think that you're going to be crucified if anything happens with you two. This is a thing that primarily affects you two, so whatever happens I know it'll be fine, but we're right. Something's happening here," Joss says before leaving to go up the stairs to her room.
"How do we prove it to you two that we're not into each other? Seriously, it's seeming less and likely we'll be able to," Carly asks.
"Maybe that's because you're not not into each other," Michael muses.
"We just went through this, we don't like each other like that." Jason reminds him.
"I've got an idea of how you can prove you're not into each other. Or officially figure out you are. Whichever happens, it'll be fun to observe."
"And what is this idea?"
"You're gonna hate it."
"Try me."
"You sure?"
"Just spit it out already."
To be continued when I'm not as sleep deprived because I'm going to bed at 2:30 am this is healthy :)
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