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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, March 10

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Consuming by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Fall to Pieces by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

out of the gutter by ripslayer (Buffy/Faith, M)

Riley Doesn't Know by all_choseny (Buffy/Spike, M)

The Ship We Build by InMyOwnHeadItGoesLikeThis (Firefly crossover, Scoobies, T)

The Big Bad by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, G)

Lightening On the Wind by DragonsPhoenix (Willow, G)

A Ripper era Giles/Ethan fic snippet by alexsrousseau (not rated - worksafe, posted as an image)

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Murder On the Dancefloor, Ch. 1-4 (COMPLETE!) by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Rise Of The Hydra by Joan963z (Buffy/Spike, R)

Spuffy vs The Creature from the Black Lagoon by satinsafe (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Doll-Baby by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Curse of Jamie Lloyd by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Reaping by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Creature Feature by mcgnagallsarmy (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Deadly Diamonds by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, R)

Buffy needs a vacation by To Be Hers (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Let Me Love You by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Buffy vs the Creature by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Manifest by EllieRose101 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Afforded by DarkVoid116 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Love's Eternal Curse by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Wake-Up Call by simmony (Buffy/Spike, R)

X.X, part 9-10 by Rea (Buffy, R, character death)

30 Ways to Say I Love You, part 10: With a Show by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Crossing Over, part 8 by Julikobold (Veronica Mars crossover, Buffy/Spike, G)

Forever and Always? by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, R)

I love you. Ch. 10-11 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Big Bad by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, G)

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Surviving Together, Ch. 16 by ionlylikebadboys (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Early One Morning, Ch. 22 by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Not Just a Boy and a Girl (It's Just the End of the World), Ch. 9 by noctilucent (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Afterburn, Ch. 23 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Little Poet in Her Monster, Ch. 8 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, R)

Bizarre Double Life, Ch. 10-11 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Glimpses of the Cellar Dweller, Ch. 10 by Maldorana (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Dawnster Drabbles, Ch. 11 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Tales of the Sea, Ch. 3 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Something Blue, Ch. 2 by Violette-Milka (NC-17, in French)

Cavalry, Ch. 1-2 (COMPLETE!) by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Me Without You, Ch. 1-12 (COMPLETE!) by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, R)

Africa, Ch. 1-6 (COMPLETE!) by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Magic of Sunnydale, Ch. 6 by Buffyworldbuilder (Harry Potter crossover, Buffy, FR15)

Love Lives Here, Ch. 34 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Coming Through, Ch. 51 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

To All We Guard, Ch. 8 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Service Unit, Ch. 6 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Enemies to Ghost Hunters, Ch. 10-11 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Bizarre Double Life, Ch. 10 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Balance, Ch. 10-11 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Triangles, Ch. 10-11 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike/multiple others, NC-17)

Embrace, Ch. 10-11 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, R)

Tag, You're It! Ch. 10 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Conversations in the Dark, Ch. 9-10 by Tessa (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Dreaded Lurgi, Ch. 10 by SomeKindOfADeviant (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Accidental Casualties, Ch. 7 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, PG-13, character death)

Dead End, Ch. 10 by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Pick Me Up, Ch. 9 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Dawnster Drabbles, Ch. 10 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Left on Read, Ch. 9-10 by ashcrashed (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Out of the Wasteland, Ch. 9-11 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, R)

Bad Idea, Right? Ch. 1-7 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, R)

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elwynten · 2 years

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Prologue/Authers Notes:

This is what I would like to change 'if' I could go to Pern, from "The Dragonriders of Pern" series by Ann McCaffery, and The RWBY Universe, by Rooster Teeth. This is the daydreams of, 'if', I was able to travel to different universes and had powers given to me by way of CYOA's (Create Your Own Adventures). Nothing here is official or canon. It is all what happenes (or what could happen) IF you gain powers/abilities and can travel to fictional universes that you read about or watch, and want to see how it would be to live in these alternat universes and have a chance to make some changes in them. Hopefully for the better.

Many of the CYOA's give you companions/waifus. So, there are many girls from the CYOA's. This does NOT mean anything untoward is going on. So, get you mind out of the gutter.

Chapter 1

I had decided to take a drive in the country. It's something we did when I was younger. We'd all pile into the car and Dad would drive us around in the country. It's something I hadn't done in a long time, so I decided to do it today. Something to do to get out of the house.

After driving for a while and looking at the countryside. The last thing I remember of the drive is a tire blowing and the car skidding and flipping. Then everything went black.

I had to be dreaming or hallucinating, because I heard a voice in the blackness. A voice I had never heard before. "Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you." It didn't make any since, because at the moment, my wishes or dreams were to not die.

There were flashes, images and bits in the blackness but I couldn't remember what they were.

Waking up I found myself on the ground, laying in the grass on my back. Opening my eye I saw the sky, right before it was blocked from my view by a cute face. Typical reaction, I had died and gone to heaven, but that really didn't seem right. Looking at the girl standing over me, I knew I should know who she was. But how or why I should know her, I didn't know.

She grinned at me. "You can get up Eilwyn. Your okay." (She pronounced it El-win.)

Slowly moving my arms and legs, and when nothing hurt, I sat up. Then I took a closer look at the girl. Even though I was sitting on the ground and she was standing up. It looked like she would be shorter than I am. Maybe 5 feet tall. The sun was hitting her hair and giving it highlights. Usually highlights are red or blond, but her highlights were red, blue, teal, peach, and purple, with a metallic sheen to them. Titanium came to mind.

Eilwyn! Why would she use that name for me. It isn't my real name, and I've told only one person about the reason behind that name. I looked to where my car was. It's not in the greatest of shape. Broken out windows, the roof buckled in on one side, and both tires on the side I could see were flat. Not sure if it would be totaled or the insurance company would repair it.

I had just been thrown about seventy five feet from my car and nothing was broken, nothing hurt and no scrapes or cuts. I turned and looked at the girl again. The girl that looked so familiar but I still can't figure out where I'd seen her before. "H-how do you know I'm okay? And how do you know who I am?"

She giggled. "I'm, 'Your Own Familiar' your Companion."

'My own Familiar, my Companion? I have a Familiar?' I thought to myself. 'How could that be possible. That was a CYOA I had created, 'Your Own Familiar'.'

*Yes, you have a Familiar and I'm her.* She cocked her head to the side. I heard her in my head. *I can hear what you're saying in your head, and you can hear what I'm saying in my head. You know, telepathy.* She sent to me, grinning.

'My Familiar/Companion, and I can talk to her, telepathicly. I started running ideas though my head. It couldn't be… could it?' I thought.

*Well, I'm here.* She sent to me.

"Or I'm dreaming, or hallucinating." I replied.

My car is probably totaled so I figured I'd try a test. Still sitting on the ground I reach my hand out towards my wrecked car. Holding my hand out in front of me, thinking of my car, I close my hand into a fist. As I did, the car twisted and crushed in the sides. Making it totally undrivable and a total wreck.

I remember what the voice in the darkness said. 'Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you.' I looked back at the girl and a name comes to me. "Taima? Your Taima?"

"That's me, and it looks like your dreams have come true." Taima said sitting down beside me.

I had to remember the dreams, or wishes I'd had. "Could this be about the folder on my computer titled CYOA's?" I asked out loud to myself.

Taima giggled. "It looks like it. I seem to know that I have only been here for a couple minutes, but I have memories farther back than that, OOHHH! I hear sirens!" She said and put her hands over her ears.

I could hear the sirens also.

"If this is all true and I'm not insane, dreaming or hallucinating. You can change into a wolf, right? Change into a Timber Wolf. I don't think we need them seeing you right now. Well see you in human form, anyways." I looked at Taima beside me. "It's going to be difficult enough explaining all this without another person to explain about."

The next moment Taima was no longer the cute youngish looking girl, but now a Timber Wolf.

I motioned to Taima and told her. "Go on over there on the rise. It's going to be difficult enough convincing the cops that I'm not hurt without having to explain how you were in the wreck and didn't get hurt as well."

Taima trotted up the rise and looked back at me. "Can you make it over the fence?" I asked her.

She looked at the fence, then I hear in my head. *No problem.*

As I watched, Taima "Blinked" to the other side of the fence. Blink is a short distance teleportation, no more than 100 feet in distance and in line of sight.

"That answers that question." I said.

She cocked her head to the side. *What question is that?*

"How we are going to get home. At least I hope we can teleport home." I could see a cop car just down the road with it's lights on. I'm guessing it's a Sheriff's car, since we are in the country.

I didn't want to, but in this instance I had to. I tried out my new mind control abilities to make the sheriff's deputy believe I wasn't hurt, which I wasn't, in the accident. It is the truth, but how do you convince someone that when the car you wrecked in, is totaled and you walk away unharmed.

The Shariff called for a tow truck. While we were waiting for the tow truck to arrive, the sheriff took some pictures of my car. I asked him to send copies to me so I could use them for my insurance.

After my car was on the back of the wrecker and headed off and the Sheriff was on his way. "I need to get home, now." I told Taima.

*'We', need to get home.* I heard in my head along with a giggle.

"Sorry, this is going to take a little while to get used to." I looked over at Taima. "We need to get home." I looked around. "I don't think flying would be a good idea. I think I need to practice some place no one will see me. Besides flying would draw too much attention."

The wolf Taima 'Blinked' to my side. I looked down at her and scratch her head between her ears. "Let's give Teleporting a try, shall we?" I pictured my back yard. No need popping into the front yard where anyone could see. I imagine myself being there. I look down at Taima. "That is how you do it, correct? Picture where you want to go, concentrate on that location and 'will' yourself there?" I asked her.

Taima looked back at me and just nodded her head, yes. Which is funny seeing a wolf nod it's head like a human.

The next moment I or rather we, were in my back yard. It took a moment for me to re-orient myself.

"Wow! That was interesting." I looked around, to make sure no one saw us 'port' into the back yard. We started walking to the front of the house. "This is… 'our' house." I said to Taima.

Taima trotted beside me. *One of them.* She sent, and I heard giggling in my head again.

I stopped walking and looked down at Taima. "Yah. If this has something to do with my 'dreams' then there should be at least one more house. If it's what I think it is, I want to wait a little while before I - we," I nodded towards Taima. "go looking for it." I started walking again. I reached into my front pocket and pulled my keys out, to unlock the front door.

Looking over to the garage. "I guess I'll need to get another car. I'll wait and see what happens. I think I'm going to be busy for a while figuring all this out. But then, with all the abilities I'm supposed to have now, I don't really need a car. If I'm not dreaming or hallucinating, that is." Unlocking the front door, I held it open for Taima to enter first. After I'd entered the house, I shut the door. "Human form please."

*Yes master.* Taima giggled. "I am your Familiar after all." She was back in the human form. she had been in after the wreck.

I staired at Taima for a couple seconds. "I prefer companion or friend. "I know we are connected, and you pretty much have to do what I tell you. But I prefer you to be more of a companion. I'll try to let you make a lot of your own decisions. With us being connected or linked telepathically, I'm guessing you'll know what I want as soon as I know." I shrugged my shoulders. Being connected that way I wouldn't know if what she did was her own idea or what I was thinking or wanting. I'd just have to let things run their course, and live with whatever happens. Although I did know that if I didn't treat her well, she could leave. That is, if any Familiar wasn't treated well by their 'master' the Familiar can leave.

I went online and checked my bank account to see how much money was in it, because one of my "dreams or CYOA's" gave me some money. Well, quite a bit of money. And yes, there was quite a bit more money in my account than should be. Well quite a bit is another understatement of how much more money was in my account. There was enough for me to live off of for the rest of my life. As long as I didn't go crazy with it. No, I lie. If I'm correct, I have immortality, so the money would not really last very long, in that since. "I should go in and put most of the money into a savings account, or invest it." I said talking more to myself than to Taima.

There should have been more money in my account. But thinking of what I had wanted. The money could be divided between three accounts or three places, but that would have to wait before I could check it out.

Sitting on the couch, I leaned back, rubbed my eyes and face with my hands. "OH, this is a lot to get used to." I looked at Taima, who was smiling at me. Then it hit me. I didn't have my glasses on. Yet, I could clearly see her. Well, I can see better than I could 'with' my glasses. I heaved a big sigh. If this 'is' about my 'dreams' then I don't need glasses anymore. I went into the bathroom. I wanted to see what I looked like. My reflection was close to the same as before the accident. But my gray hair was gone. I was the same height as before, but some of my facial features were a little different. All my old aches and pains were gone as well, and my hair was thicker and fuller. It was dark brown but there were blue highlights. BLUE highlights! And my eyes are now a bright teal color. Where did those colors come from! Thinking about it, I did know where the colors might have come from. But it's still a shock seeing myself with these changes. And the real surprise was I had a full set of teeth. I'd had them removed because of how bad they had gotten. But it didn't matter any more. My skin tone was a little darker. It's a little darker than a light tan. It looked like some of my ethnic heritage was more prominent than they used to be.

I looked about the same, so anyone that knew me would probably recognize me. But I looked different enough that I could pass as my own brother or cousin.

Taima came into the bathroom, and saw the shocked look on my face. "Isn't this what you wanted. What you dreamed about?" She asks.

"I guess so. But dreaming of being able to do things like this and REALLY being able to do them, are two different things. Along with the changes in my looks. AND this is NOTHING I thought would really happen to me. I guess it's like living from pay check to pay check and suddenly winning the Power Ball. I want to believe it, but, is it real, or a dream. If it's real I don't want to go running around using my abilities all over the place. That would make me a target for all sorts of people… And I'm not sure what to do next. I should probably take a few days to get used to what's happening, get used to what I can do, and get used to my new looks." I looked at Taima. "And get used to having someone else around all the time." I headed to the kitchen. *I'm getting something to drink. Do you want anything?* I said in my head, seeing if Taima would hear it.

*I'm not thirsty.* Taima sent. She had followed me as far as the doorway into the kitchen.

"I'm not… thirsty… either." I stopped and looked at the refrigerator. "I'm not thirsty." I walked back and looked at Taima. "I'm not thirsty." I said again, sounding like a broken record. "That's because of you right? Sustenence?"

Taima giggled. "Or Endurance. Could be either one or both."

With Sustenance I don't have to eat, drink, breath or sleep. But I can do all of those things if I want to. Endurance lets me work or run all day without needing to rest, and I don't need to eat.

"I'm not thirsty." I said again. "BUT, I'm still getting something to drink. Do you want anything?"

"I'll take the same as you, sweet tea." She replied.

I went back into the kitchen and poured two glasses of tea. I took them back into the living room, and hand one to Taima. Then I sat down beside her. I stood back up and fished in my pants pocket. Pulling out my keys, I saw two new keys on my key ring. Holding them up so we both could see them. "For the other house?" It was a statement as well as a question.

Taima looked the keys over. "I believe so. Should we go and take a look?"

I put the keys back in my pocket and sat back down. "Not yet. I don't think I'm ready for Thread and fire breathing dragons, quit yet." At least I believe that is where the new house will be. I took a drink of my tea. "I still want to get used to everything before I go traveling to other universes." I took another drink of tea. "I wonder…"

"Where your weapon is?" Taima finished my sentence. I gave her a dirty look, and she giggled. "Sorry, I know I don't have to finish your sentences for you, just because I know what your thinking. Right?"

"Right. But yes, I wonder where my weapon is. Is it, in the Armory or in the little storage pocket dimension?" I finished.

Taima looked thoughtful for a moment. I heard her thoughts, but I ignored them. I didn't want to always be listening into what she was thinking. "Well since you don't have it yet, they could be in either the Armory or the storage space." (Meaning the small personal pocket dimension about the size of a large closet.)

I cut in. "But since I can summon it to me at any time. I could probably summon it to me now. Right?"

Taima nodded her head, yes. "Any time you want too, if I understand how it works correctly."

"What to do, what to do." I said more to myself than to Taima. "I can't really do much in the light of day." I thought for a couple minutes. "I've been wanting a fence around the backyard. I could practice my Earth Control by putting up a stone or earthen fence-wall around the back yard…" I started, but before I could finish my thoughts, there was a knock at the front door.

I looked at Taima. "I'm not expecting anyone." Getting up, I went and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch was a girl. Any female younger than myself or under the age of 55, the age I was, I call a girl. And this one looked to be around my age. Or at least my 'new' age of 20. Like Taima, she looked familiar. "Hello." I said.

The girl looked at me for a moment. "I was told you were looking for roommates and to come to this address. I am called Robbie." She gave a weak smile. "I was told my name was a joke, but I don't understand it." Robbie is about my height, maybe a tad shorter. Her hair is a Silver/grey color. If that's really a hair color. Her hair is short, a bob cut is what I believe they call it. And blue eyes.

*That is where you remember her.* Taia said in my head.

"Ya… uh… ya. I remember something about roommates." It wasn't the truth, but then it wasn't exactly a lie either. It was part of one of the CYOA's. "Well this isn't the place you'll be staying. I'll have to…" A car was pulled into the driveway. I watched it pull in. "Another one?"

Robbie turned to look at the car. "Another one?" She asked, confused by what I had said.

"Ya, I believe it might be another 'roommate'. I don't know of anyone else that would be showing up right now." I told Robbie.

The car came to a stop, and the driver's door opened and out stepped another girl. A name came to me, as I heard Amber, in my head. I looked at Taima and nodded my head, in agreement, as the girl walked up to the porch. "Amber? Your Amber, right?" I asked.

"Hi, big brother. Long time no see." Amber said and laughed, as she stepped onto the porch. She reached her arms out and took me in her arms and gave me a hug.

"That's something else I'm going to have to get used to, a sister." I said returning the hug. I released her and stepped back.

Watching Amber, I saw that she is about my height maybe a bit taller than myself. Reddish-brown hair, that reached her shoulders and I could see she had green eyes.

A little sister that is taller than I am. She'll probably rub it in. But then I do have an advantage I can use if I need to, or want to.

I don't really know how all this works with Amber being my sister. That was part of the CYOA, where she was my long-lost sister. My/our parents had adopted her out when she was a baby. But that was all part of the CYOA not real life. Yet here she is, my long-lost sister. We might be coming close to a paradox.

Turning slightly so I could see Robbie. "This is Robbie, another roommate. Robbie this is my long lost sister Amber." Then I motioned for Taima to come out onto the porch. "And this is Taima." I invite them into the house. We all found seats and get settled. "There should be two more. Well… several more but I'm hoping the rest will be at Tel Aviv Hold."

"The house is in Israel?" Asked Robbie.

I chuckled. "No, It's not in Israel. I just call it Tel Aviv Hold. And a Hold is from the Dragon Riders of Pern books." I explained. And there was another knock on the door. "I'm guessing that's Mercedes, if it's another roommate, because Yuki can't knock. At least not yet." I said. Standing up, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there, is yet another girl. "You would be Mercedes?" I asked. She nodded her head, yes. I invite her in. "You'll love the lab. You can't blow it up. But I do have a few things for you to build once we're at the new house and settled in. And not questioning your skills, but if you're not sure how to build what I want. There will be books for you to read through to give you all the information you'll need."

Mercedes nodded her head, with a bit of a surprised look on her face. "I guess I can do that for you. What do you want me to build?"

"Sorry didn't mean to overload you like that. I'll tell you later when there's more time." I offered her a seat then introduce her all around. "I'll explain everything once Yuki arrives. No need to repeat myself several times." I said.

Mercedes looked like the typical tomboy. She is several inches taller than me, with light brown hair cut short and a little spikey on top, with hazel eyes.

Amber piped up. "Who is Yuki? Another roommate?"

I grinned. "Yes, she's the last roommate of this group. But she's a bit, shall I say, different. She's a ghost." I held up my hands to keep everyone quiet. "But if she has a place to live and to call home. She will get her physical body back. So then, I'm guessing, she will be alive again. It's a bit strange, but not really any stranger than everything else that's going on right now."

Amber grinned. "We have our own ghost? It'll be like one of the Hogwarts school houses, with Yuki as our house ghost."

Everyone laughed. "That is probably closer to how it will be than you know…" I started.

As if on cue, the head of a woman popped through the door. "I'm Yuki and I was told you were taking in roommates. Am I at the correct place?" She asked.

Yuki's taller than me by a few inches. She has long black hair, that reaches the middle of her back, and brown eyes. Her skin is pail, but then she 'is' a ghost.

Almost at once. "Yes it is." "Looks like it." "Your the last one." "It appears so." Everyone broke into laughter.

After getting the laughing under control, I said. "Yes, you're at the right place Yuki. Well, it's the place everyone is meeting at. The new house is in another place. And I guess it's about time I take you there." I introduce everyone to Yuki. Then I motion everyone to follow me to the back yard.

*You wanted to practice.* Taima said telepathically.

*Ya, but I didn't expect to be inundated with roommates, either.* I replied. I had planned on waiting a couple days. But it looks like my mind has been changed. I kind of chuckled.

I lead everyone out to the back yard. Then turning to the group. "About every ability I have is new to me right now. So, taking everyone to the new house is also new. I'll set up a portal to the house and send Taima through first. She'll let me know if it's in the correct place. Then we'll all go through."

Taima gave me a dirty look. "That's right, use me as a guinea pig." She said out loud so everyone could hear, then she grinned and giggled.

The others looked at each other as if they weren't sure about any of this.

"Okay, let's give this a try." I close my eyes and concentrated on the universe the new house should be in, and the time I want it to be there. Then think of a doorway between this universe and that one. Opening my eyes there is, what looks like, a hole in the air in front of me. The edges of the hole shimmer as if the light is bouncing off of different surfaces. In the middle of the hole is a building, a house, that looks like it has a graveyard in front of it. There are also some trees and bushes that don't look like anything I've ever seen before. "You're up." I told Taima. "And keep an eye out."

Taima took a step towards the opening then turned back to me. "I know what to look for." And she tapped her head by her temple with a finger. Turning back to the portal, she walked through. We could see her looking around, then she headed to the graveyard and out of sight.

Waiting to see if everything was good, I turn to my new roommates. "It looks like the right place. It should only be a minute or two before we know."

"Where is this place?" Yuki asked.

"It's a place called Pern. It's kind of backwards. The people are in about the late Middle Ages. There's even dragons, but they aren't anything to worry about. They work with humans; they don't hunt or fight humans." I told them.

"If it's that backwards. What am I going to do there? I'm a mechanic and they didn't have much for mechanics to do back then." Mercedes asked me.

"They are backwards right now. But in about a year, their time, they will be learning a LOT of new things. Right now, they are working on something like a telegraph. And in a year, or what they call turns, they will find a computer that will teach them HUGE amounts of modern technology. Or at least more modern technology than they have now." I explained.

Robbie looked confused. "How do you know all that will happen? Can you see the future, or are you guessing?"

I chuckled. "I can open a portal to any real or fictional universe." I motioned to the portal. "And this portal goes to the universe of Pern. Where they ride dragons and live in a Middle Ages type of world. I've read the books, so I know what is going to happen. At least to a point. I'm not sure if once I get there if I can change the story line, or if it runs according to how it is in the books no matter what I do there. But I'm hoping I can change the story line. There's not a lot I would want to change on Pern but there are a few things I want to change." I said.

"And I plan on going to the RWB*Y, pronounced Ruby, universe later on. And there I plan on changing the story line quite a bit, if I'm able to. I'm guessing that any changes I make will only happen in that Universe and not in the books or DVDs." I finish.

"So, you want to go to places you've read about and change what happens in the story?" Amber asked me.

I grinned. "More or less, yes. RWBY is an anime show not a book, but that doesn't really matter." I told her.

"How can you do that?" Amber added.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not really sure how I can do it. All I know is I've been given some abilities and one of them is traveling to different universes, both real and fictional. And once I'm there they become real." I said.

After waiting a short time. *It looks good. Bring them through.* Taima sent to me. I nodded my head. Then to my new roommates. "It's all good to go." At the look on a couple faces, I know they were a little concerned or worried about what they were walking into. "Don't worry, it's safe. I'm new at this, so I just wanted to make sure I opened the portal to the correct location. And Taima just informed me it's good." Taima walked to where we could see her on the other side of the portal and waved at us.

Making a sweeping motion with my hand to the portal. "Ladies, after you."

Looking around at each other, Robbie moved first, and walked through the portal. There was a slight shimmer, then you could see Robbie standing beside Taima. Mercedes followed after Robbie, then Amber and last, Yuki. Once I walked through the portal I turned around and close it so no one else could come through. Don't want anyone just walking through the portal.

#Pern #RWBY #Dragonriders of Pern #Dragonriders #dragon riders #CYOA #Vale #Remnant

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smutsonian · 3 years

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Baby if you're taking requests can you do a slight darkish! Step daddy Ransom x naive!reader with daddy kink and innocence kink? The marriage was kinda a deal for money and like reader's mother died after marrying him due to some disease or accident and that has left her alone in Ransom's custody. Feel free to use any other kinks or things you like,also if you don't feel comfortable with any of the above mentioned kinks then you don't have to use them.❤️ I love you and your writings!!!😘

getting his little angel

ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: soft!dark!ransom drysdale, innocent!reader, dub-con/non-con, smut, stepdaddy!ransom, loss of virginity (i cringe), fingering, daddy kink, innocence kink, guided handjob, like one slap in the p, manipulation?, obsession, size kink?, creampie, corruption, ransom’s fucked up mind, age gap(reader is of age), death, the amount of the word angel and daddy used in this fic is annoying and cringe for me, this is dark and twisted so proceed with caution if you choose to proceed, don’t read if you aint fvcking with this type of sh*t

word count: 4105

an: THANK YOU NONNIE AND I LOVEYOU!!///i keep begging my friend to read the stories i write for validation and we are both getting tired of me writing the word daddy and me showing how obsessed i am with ddlg wtf anywayy... have fun with this one 😩 alsoo, gif aint mine

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Ransom married the woman for the sake of her money but he never thought of her daughter to be the treasure he’ll truly get from the woman. The daughter isn’t like every other young adult he’s ever met or bedded with. The daughter of the woman he married is different. Not a vicious little bitch like his cousin, Meg. No… The girl is different. An innocent pure little soul just living with him, there for the taking. A little angel that will give him joy and luck in his life.

And just his luck, and as evil as it sounds, he got blessed when his wife started to become sick just after a few months into their marriage. His wife becoming ill became the reason for him to bond with his little angel so he can comfort her and he became the man she found solace in. She started trusting him.

And then the wife died, leaving Ransom with all her treasure. Including Y/N Y/L/N. The greatest treasure that he will ever have. He had to thank his wife for leaving you to him. For leaving you broken-hearted because he had no problem with taking care of you and helping you stand right back up on your feet. He wanted to do all that. He wanted you to believe that he’s the only person that you will ever need in your life.

His little angel.

It took a few months for you to stop sobbing every single night in Ransom’s chest as he cuddled you to sleep and another few months until the bundle of joy you were before started showing itself again.

The moment you laughed at Ransom’s jokes for the first time had him frozen in place as he watched your teeth shining as the corners of your lips curled up into a toothy grin. Ransom was captivated. He was captivated at the sight of you laughing genuinely for the first time after your mother’s death and he wanted to take a photo and frame it so he can look at it every single night before he falls asleep and every single morning when he wakes up. He wants to see your smiling face every time he wakes and before he falls asleep, knowing that he’s the reason for that enchanting smile.

“Is something wrong?” Your small voice brings Ransom back to reality and he realized that you have stopped laughing, the beautiful smile on your face replaced by a frowning confused one instead.

Ransom ignored your question, walking towards you and trapping you against the kitchen counter. He wears a smirk before using his big hands to brush your hair smoothly, the coldness of the ring on his pinky finger brushing against your cheek gently. Ransom bites his bottom lip as he looks at your innocent eyes staring right back at him, your head tilted up so you can see his face clearly.

One hand moves to your chin and his thumb brushes your bottom lip, softly rubbing on it while Ransom’s mind went somewhere else where your mouth is wrapped around his cock as you sport your usual innocent look, asking him for help on how to pleasure him. Daddy’s little angel.

Ransom pulled his hand away from your face before silently groaning at how his slacks became tighter as his crotch started getting hard at the thought of your mouth around his cock.

“You know you look so pretty when you laugh.” He sighs out before patting you on the head and walking towards the door before stopping and turning back to look at you palming your own cheeks as you wear a small smile. His heart skips a beat for a second before he nods at you.

“I like seeing you smile, angel. I wish you would do it more often. It’ll make this old man happier.” He wiggles an eyebrow at you before chuckling at the sight of you laughing once more.

“There it iss” He smiles at your shaking form, wondering what you would look like if you were shaking for other reasons…

“You’re not that old, Ransom!” You say in between your laughs and Ransom couldn’t remove the grin on his face as he watches you laugh at him.

“Oh you’re laughing at me, are you?” Ransom quirks an eyebrow and watches you as you stop laughing, looking at him with a faux frightened look before he started running after you, eyes ringing in delight when you squeaked against his hold when he caught you, his fingers poking on your sides with no mercy.

“No! No more!” You gasp for air as you continue to laugh.

“R-Ransom!” You whined and just like the few other times, Ransom’s mind went into a gutter. Would this be how you sound when you’re moaning his name while he pleasures you?

Ransom pulls his hand away from you before letting out a breathy laugh. “Alright, angel… See that smile is so adorable on you!” He pinches both of your cheeks before laughing at the way you glared at him.

“No more tickles, Ransom. That hurts my sides.” You groaned before walking away from him only to be stopped by him pulling you back against his chest. His chin was on the top of your head before he mumbled an apology. “I’m sorry, angel. I wouldn’t do it again. Don’t be mad at your daddy now.” You pull away from him, watching him pout at you. You curiously raise an eyebrow before shaking your head with a laugh. “It’s okay.” You grin before grumbling when he messes the top of your head with his huge hand.

Ransom didn’t miss the way your face contorted into a confused look when he tried to get you to call him daddy. He’s been there for you a long time now. It’s time for you to be there for him as well. And Ransom is a really needy man with a lot of need when it comes to you.

No worries.

He’ll make sure to teach you everything you have to know to be his perfect little angel.

Ransom was sat on one of the lavish chairs that your mother used to obsess about when she was still alive while he’s munching on some biscuits that he got from the pantry. He silently thanks the old lady who still does the groceries for the both of you. He stares back at the screen that’s currently playing one of those rom-coms that he always found ridiculous but entertaining.

Lost in his own thoughts, Ransom absentmindedly looks at the hallway that leads towards the kitchen only to see you skipping into the kitchen in a pair of leggings and a sweater that he gave you as a gift. He smiled at the thought of you wearing his sweater instead. Preferably after he’s done giving you an intense orgasm.

Feeling a bit hotter, Ransom removes his coat, leaving him in his soft white sweater. He lets out a grunt, fixing himself on the sofa and turning back towards the flat-screen tv. His hand wanders down to his pants, palming himself through his slacks while his other hand reaches for another biscuit.

Ransom’s heart jumped when you suddenly plopped yourself down on the sofa, legs on top of his thighs while the hand that was palming himself flies towards the air before landing on your legs.

“HEY, those are my favorite!” You point towards the biscuit that he was currently munching on. Ransom’s jaw clenches at the discomfort in his pants while your legs brush against his raging hard on. There’s no doubt that you have no idea what you’re doing to him or what your legs are currently brushing up against.

“Can I have some?” You give him a pleading look that only made his cock harder. He bites his lip as he squeezes your legs. “You gotta ask nicely, angel…”

“Can I please have some?” You repeat, voice as sweet as honey and the cause of the precum that slowly slicks the slit of Ransom’s thick girth.

Ransom lets out a groan before snatching a piece of biscuit and moving it towards your mouth, snatching it back when you went to take it from him.

“Ah-ah-ah. We’ve been together for a long time now… Is that right, my little angel?” Ransom laughs at your frown before you’re nodding at him curiously.

“I think it’s time that you call me daddy, right? I mean… I’ve been taking care of you, right? I’ve been treating you with so much love, is that right?” Ransom lets out a moan shamelessly at the sight of your innocent face nodding at him unknowingly. “You’ve been treating me very well…” You mumble under your breath but Ransom still heard you.

“Yeah… I’ve been treating you like my best girl. Like the best girl you are.” He brushes his pinky across your cheeks before pressing the piece of biscuit onto your bottom lip. He gave you a stern look before shaking his head when you went to open your mouth.

“You gotta ask nicely, angel… Who are you asking and what are you asking for hmm?” He leaned down towards the side of your face to sniff on your hair, chest grumbling in delight at your scent.

“Can I please have a biscuit, daddy?”

Ransom inhaled obnoxiously loud before smirking while nodding his head at you. “Such a polite little angel, aren’t you? Of course you can… Here, open that precious mouth.” He taps the biscuit on your bottom lip, shoving it gently inside your mouth, purposely grazing his fingers down your tongue. He watches you chew on the biscuit as you stared right back at him with those innocent eyes. His fingers massaged your chin as you chew, shoving them right back inside your mouth when he sees you swallow the biscuit.

“Is it good?” He asks you, fingers assaulting the inside of your mouth. You nod your head, hands grasping the wrist that’s connected to the fingers in your mouth. Ransom felt you tugging his hand away but he only shoved his fingers further down your mouth, slightly pulling away when you started gagging on his fingers.

He lets out a chuckle before pulling his fingers completely out of your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that connected from your lips to his fingers. “Daddy has a lot of things to teach you…” He leans back before manipulating your body until your back was against his chest and your legs were spread apart by his own legs.

He takes another biscuit before shoving it into your mouth, fingers gripping your jaw as you chewed on the food, crumbs staining the sides of your mouth. “Just like that” He grumbles against your hair before skillfully tugging your leggings and underwear down until they were all the way down to your ankles. He didn’t give you enough to complain because his fingers were back inside your mouth, playing with your tongue and playfully teasing the back of your throat.

“Breathe through your nose, angel. Relax for daddy.” He whispers in your ear while his free hand caresses your face. “There ya go… Such a fast learner, aren’t ya?” He lets out a laugh before kissing your cheek and removing his fingers from your mouth. “You get a reward for being such a good girl”

Ransom’s wet fingers goes straight to your crotch while his other arm wraps itself around your torso to pull you closer to his body. His legs kept your thighs open so it was easy for him to tease the nub on your crotch.

“R-ransom…”

You let out a loud squeak when he slaps your pussy, legs shaking against his legs while he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“What’d I tell you to call me hmm? Come on, I know you’re a smart little angel.” He resumes playing with your clit, enjoying how responsive your body is to his touch.

“Nggghh” You squirm against his hold, chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Ransom is willing to bet your mother’s fortune that you never experienced this type of feeling before. “Tell me what you’re feeling, angel”, he starts flicking his fingers faster until your crying desperately and hiding your face against his arm. He stops assaulting your clit, hands finding its way to your face to comfort you with smooth caresses. Ransom admires the sweat that started to form on your forehead and decides to remove the sweater you’re wearing.

Too out of it, you let him fully undress you, too tired and dazed to acknowledge the fact that you’re lying naked on your guardian’s chest. “That feel good?” Ransom asks, urging you to speak to him but loving the way that you laid limp against his chest. Oh it’s so easy to please his little angel. He hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“F-feels good…” Ransom watches you bite your bottom lip, his hold against you getting tighter as his cock gets harder at the sight of you.

“I can make you feel better than that, angel… You just gotta ask nicely. Just like how you asked for the biscuits. Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” His hand find itself back to your pussy, fingers starting its attack on your sensitive clit once more. He wasted no time in trying to get you off because in no time, he feels your body shaking against his and he knows that you’re close.

“You gotta ask for it nicely, angel… Tell daddy what you want” Ransom demands, the arm that was wrapped around your torso finds its way towards your breasts, massaging one and pinching the hard nipple. You whine out loud before gasping for air as you tried to speak coherent words.

“Daddy can y-you p-please…”

Ransom chuckles at your lack of words. Of course his little angel wouldn’t know what to ask for.

“You want daddy to make you cum?” He suggests, knowing that his smart angel would get what he wants her to do.

“D-daddy, can you please m-make me cum?” You repeat, words hoarse but understandable by a proud Ransom who starts rubbing your wet clit faster as he bends his head down to suck on the tit his massaging.

“HHNNNNGGG!” You whine loudly, going stiff against Ransom’s hold before shaking tremendously as you reach your very first orgasm. Ransom’s hips thrust against your back as he gets needy from the sounds you’re making and the sight of your body trembling against his. He starts running his hands all over your body, whispering praises against your ears to comfort you.

“Such an angel…” He kisses the side of your face before guiding your body gently back to the sofa so you’re sitting beside him. “That feel good?” He asks, licking and sucking on the fingers he used to make you cum.

“Mhhmm…” You nod as you mumbled your answer, too embarrassed in front of him. “Don’t be shy, angel… You’re just being a good girl. Wanna know why I made you feel good?” Ransom waits for you to nod before continuing with a smile.

“Because you were such a good girl!” He nudges your chin with his fingers before placing his large palms on your shoulders. “And good girls always get rewards from their daddies. What do you say huh? Wanna be a good girl and help daddy with his problem?” He palms his covered crotch before smirking at your wondering eyes that’s looking down at his bulge. His jaw clenches at the sight of your curious face.

“H-how can I h-help?” Ransom chuckles at your nervousness before taking hold of your hand and guiding it towards his bulge. He watches your face as he makes you palm his hard on, thrusting against your touch in neediness and groaning at your tongue wetting your own lips.

Ransom releases your hand before tugging his slacks down and taking them off before sitting back on the sofa and taking your hand once more, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moaning loudly at the pleasure you’re currently giving him. “That’s it angel… Ahh fuck!” He guides your hand into a faster stroke, wrapping your fingers around his cock tighter as he thrusts his hips against your hand, groaning loudly and shouting praises towards you. “Such a fucking good girl!” His eyes shut tightly as he feels himself getting closer.

“Fuck!” He hisses, abruptly pulling your hand away from his cock, chest heaving as he tries to slow down his breathing. “You almost made me cum” He mutters, laughing silently when you started to mumble out apologies.

“No, my little angel. That’s not a bad thing… I just want to cum somewhere else…” Ransom bites his lip before removing his white sweater and tossing it on the floor. In a heartbeat, he’s on top of you, fingers running all over your body in a comforting manner.

“You want your reward, sweetie?” Ransom asks with a teasing tone. “You’ve been such a good girl. I think it’s time for another reward.”

Your eyes widen in shock when you feel his lips against yours, gasping when his tongue started to poke its way through your lips before assaulting the inside of your mouth like his fingers did earlier.

Ransom’s mind started ringing when you started moaning and whimpering against his lips. Oh he’ll make his little angel feel so good. He’ll make you feel so full.

He managed to situate himself in between your legs while continuing the sloppy and needy kiss you two were having. He strokes his already painfully hard cock with one hand before sliding it against your folds to lube himself up with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss as he lines his cock against your slit, smiling at the way that your legs shake when he bumps your sensitive clit with the hard head of his cock.

Ransom’s smile falters slightly when your hands start to push on his chest. “I-I’m scared”, your voice trembles as you try to push him which is really useless because his huge frame doesn’t move an inch.

Ransom takes both of your hands with one of his huge ones before trapping them above your head and diving down to capture your lips into another hungry kiss. “Don’t be scared. I promise to make you feel so good”, he says through the kisses, licking your tears away before resuming his wet kisses on your mouth. “You want me to make you feel so good, right angel?” Ransom smiles through the kiss as he feels your hesitant nod.

Ransom holds your hands tightly with one hand while the other hold caresses the side of your face in a comforting manner as he shoves his hard and thick cock into your tight hole, swallowing your cries with his hungry kisses. The hand that was caressing your face wipes your tears away as he shushes you. “It’s going to feel so good in a bit angel. I promise.” He stays inside your cunt for a while, making you feel weird at the fullness that his cock is giving your untouched pussy.

When Ransom feels your hips bucking up against his, he smiles and looks down at you with bright eyes. “You okay now? Want me to move?” Ransom gets an eager nod as a response and he only let out a short laugh before starting to pull out and shoving back into your tight cunt with a loud grunt. “So. Fucking. Tight.”, he hisses with each thrust.

“Mmmf. Mmm. Oomph.” Your moans and whines start to get louder as Ransom’s thrusts get sloppier because of the wetness that your cunt continues to produce. “Oh fuck you’re so wet for me angel”, Ransom watches his cock pound into you and he almost cums at the sight but he’s determined to make his little angel cum again before he could spill himself inside of her pretty pussy.

Ransom lets out a grunt before easily manipulating both of your bodies so you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your cunt.

He places your hands on his shoulders for support before moving his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “I’ll teach you how to ride daddy like a good girl soon but--”, he lifts you up and makes you stay in that position before moving one hand closer to your cunt so his thumb can start playing with your clit again. “—but for now, I’ll just ram into this tight pretty pussy”. Your eyes slams shut and your head falls on his shoulder when he thrusts his hips up in strong stroke, hands gripping you tightly as he guides your body against his, skin slapping each other as he pounds your pussy from under you.

He uses his other hand to push your shoulder away from him so he can see you clearly. “NGHH AH s-soo good!” Ransom watches you bounce on his cock while your eyes opened to look at him with those innocent eyes. How can you still look so innocent while he’s under you, making you take his cock as a fucking whore would.

“D-daddy s-so good”, your face is in a daze as Ransom doubled his efforts seeing you so close and feeling himself getting close as well. “Daddy making you feel good hmm?” He slams and slams his cock into you with vigor that it would probably leave you with a sore pussy for a few days.

Your shoulder starts quivering and Ransom feels you trying to stop him from bouncing you on his cock but he ignored it and continued to control your body. He slams his cock into your cunt a few more times, thumb rubbing your clit faster until you’re crying out loud as another orgasm hits you.

Ransom watches your eyes rolling back and your mouth opening as loud moans escape your mouth. He leans forwards to capture your lips once more before giving you a few more thrusts until he feels his balls tightening and snapping as spurts of cum come out of him and into your wet hole.

He lets your body fall on him as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly and rocking you slightly that earns a whimper from you when he accidentally moves his cock that’s still inside of you.

He waits for the both of you to catch your breath before gently pulling his cock out of you and bending down to snatch his sweater off the floor.

He looks back at your face, your eyes fluttering as tiredness starts to envelop your body. He puts his sweater on you, smiling at how you look in his sweater. You look so much better in his sweater. And you look so beautiful with his cum dripping out of your cunt and face glowing at how he fucked you so good.

He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead then your lips. “You okay angel?” He laughs at you when you only nod sleepily at him. He picks his slacks up from the ground before putting it on and then he picks up your old sweater and uses it to clean you up, gently wiping his cum off your thighs.

He stands back up to admire you, so beautifully fucked. He’ll forever remember the way your pussy pulsed around his cock as he cums inside of you.

He lets out a dreamy sigh before picking your sleepy body up and walking towards the hallway, passing by your old room and into his room. Your room.

He lays you down on the bed as gently as he could before smiling when your face contorts into a frown when you groggily look at him. “How are you feeling angel?”

“G-good but tired.” Your quiet voice touches Ransom’s heart and he could only take a blanket before laying down beside you and tucking the both of you in. He presses a kiss on the side of your head before whispering a “sleep tight, my little angel.”

Ransom was about to close his eyes when he hears your voice again, making his heart leap out of his chest.

“I like being daddy’s good girl.”

Oh Ransom loves that too and he has a feeling that his little angel will continue to become his pretty little good girl so she’ll get all the rewards she can get.

And Ransom is willing to give you all the rewards he can give because you’re his one and only good little angel.

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an: no eating out or gobbling on the d cuz come onn... they were just eating those damn biscuits 🤧

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velvetpantylines · 1 year

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Despite really having problems with feet I have a horrible horrible boot fetish and it’s allllll because of one (1) valt.r fic I read years ago

#it speaks #r: wake up in the gutter

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heshoes · 3 years

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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.

Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse

Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)

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Chapter 1 (Word Count 4k)

Harry

Water droplets cascaded down my neck before I grabbed a towel to throw over my head. That shower was definitely needed. My muscles would be sore from my workout this morning, but I enjoy the ache. As I headed towards my room to put on clothes I noticed that my roommates door was still closed and for Michelle this can only mean one thing.

I pulled up my trousers and pulled my t-shirt over my head before layering it with a plaid button up. If she doesn't wake up soon, I'll be forced to take measures into my own hands. I walked halfway down the hall and then stopped to pick up the beanie that I let Michelle borrow last night. The hat was carelessly tossed on the floor along with a t-shirt of hers and a pink-ish orange lace bra. This was just one of the many downsides of living with a woman. Even if she is your best mate, finding the occasional bras and panties mixed into your clothes on laundry day can put a damper on your chances of trying and talk to a girl if you don’t have a washer and drier in house, and lets not even mention those four to five days out of the month when a tampon box is left on the bathroom sink and you have to explain that to a date. Not thinking, I picked all of the items up before I dropped the shirt and bra on the ground, feeling somewhat awkward touching something that was so close in contact with Michelle's...intimate bits.

"Michelle?!" No answer…

"Mitchell?! Wake up you're gonna be late for our first class!”

I laughed to myself at her lack of response before I sauntered back down the hall to my room grabbing the Ultimate Alarm; a fog horn that Michelle, the lads, and I nabbed from a school footie game. We each have one and have all have organized to use it with each other when the drink has made us more sluggish than functional.

Not much has changed since the first day I met Michelle. She's the only one here that I've met who seems to have stayed the same throughout all the three years of university that I've known her....That can be looked at as both a good and a bad thing.

Shaking the foghorn with devilish delight and biting my cheeks so that I wouldn't blow my cover, my feet stopped in front of her door once again. I cracked the entrance slightly sticking my arm in the room and turning my head away to shield my ears as much as possible from the noise. As soon as I pressed the button to sound it off, I heard a loud thudding sound followed by cursing. If she wasn't up before, she's up now.

"WHAT THE FUCK, HAZLAND?!”

I ran back to my room to put the horn down and grab my bag. This is the first year that I haven't strained my back to pick it up. Fouth year with a lighter load but more studying than I did in all the other three years combined seems pretty backwards to me, but I won't complain.

"What time is it?”

"Half- Oh-“

Michelle emerged from her room looking worse for wear. Her hair was in a nest atop her head and she only wore a long sleeved burgundy t-shirt and a black pair of boy short knickers on her lithe, lanky frame. I swallowed deeply and turned my head away not expecting her to be so scantily clad. The colors contrasted with her warm honey/caramel skin tone and it was only then that I took in how much of her skin was actually showing. I've seen her naked before but it was an accident and brief. Very brief. I only saw her outlines really, nothing of real importance... not that I was trying to look or anything.

"Half past eight. Go put on trousers! I don't want to see your bajingo!”

Michelle primped her dry lips at me prior to moistening them with a swipe of her tongue, making sure to flip her middle finger up in my direction before she disappeared back into her room.

"Everyone wants to see my bajingo Harry and that's plenty of time for me to get ready. You didn't have to use the Ultimate Alarm. It's not like I was in a drug induced coma!”

"I called you twice but you didn't answer. I thought that-“

I trailed off my words as a gorgeous blonde walked out of Michelle's room. Her hair was tussled and she was scrambling to adjust her skirt as Michelle looked at me with a tightlipped grin, feeling out the room.Michelle walked her secret house guest to the door and gave her a lingering kiss that caused the girl to stand on tip toe before awkwardly waving a goodbye to her and shutting the door. I was left stunned.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor Styles!”

"That- that was a girl.”

“Yes."

"She was your friend?”

“No."

Michelle walked into the kitchen grabbing an orange juice carton out of the refrigerator. She took a sip straight from the jug causing me to grimace before she rolled her eyes at me and grabbed a red solo cup. I was only momentarily distracted before I continued on my previous trail of thought.

"But, you were...and she…"

"Yes Harry, spit it out come on. You're almost there. I know it. I can feel it”

"She was putting her clothes back on.”

Michelle nodded her head in agreement as she continued to guzzle the rest of our citrusy, pulp free juice. After she finished it, she tossed the empty plastic to me and then walked out of the kitchen. I was right by the bin but set the cup on the countertop as my brain continued to navigate through what I think I want to ask.

"You didn't have on many clothes…"

"No, Harry. Neither of us did last night.”

Michelle folded her arms while squinting at me. The hint she's dropped allows what comes out of my mouth next to be uninhibited and honestly sound a bit too over zealous about the idea.

"You had sex with her?”

Michelle nodded her head up and down grinning slightly. Almost a smug look on her face I would say. She hadn't been in a relationship in a while. The last one I remember was when she was with my best mate Louis. It's how I met her as a matter of fact. Michelle and Louis are virtually the same person. It's freaky sometimes. She could be a reincarnate of him as a girl. They were inseparable, but when it ended it ended badly. I'm still not clear on the reason why. Neither of them will talk about it, but I managed to stay neutral in the whole situation and still be able to carry on a friendship with both of them. I'm still good friends with Lou, but he doesn't come around as much since I moved in with Michelle. Me and her got on so well while her and Louis dated it was hard not to become friends with her as well. Louis moved on and moved in with his bird earlier this year and I haven't really seen Michelle with anyone...Until now.

"So-so, you're a lesbian then?”

"Yes Harry. I've 'switched teams' as they say.”

"Since when?” I was just so shocked.

"Since over the summer...Does it bother you?” Michelle looked down at the ground and scratched the back of her neck as if she were bracing herself if I said it did and to be honest I was slightly offended that she’d think that way of me.

“No… No, I just never saw you with anyone over the summer.”

I could hear a sigh of relief escape Michelle’s lips as she turned to leave the front door.

I could have sworn she only hung out with me and the lads when Louis wasn't around. She hung out with us so much and we'd gotten so comfortable around her that we actually started counting her as one of the guys and calling her 'Mitch' or 'Mitchell' instead of Michelle. She always pretends to get cross with us when we called her that, but she can never keep a straight face long enough for us to believe that she doesn't like it.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't with anyone Harrow." Michelle winked at me and went back into her room coming out ten minutes later in joggers, a t-shirt, and Nike trainers with no backpack, one pencil, and a pen. Very prepared.

"Told you thirty minutes was more than enough time. Come now, Hazland.”

"...That's what she said." I smiled proudly at my own joke while Michelle gave me an unwavering a stale face.

"If I can say anything about growth in these last 4 years of our friendship it would be that you have made the least of it. You are the worst.”

“The pot shouldn’t call the kettle names. I thought it was funny." I grinned at her irritation grabbing all of my things in preparation to start the final year.

"Of course you did. Usually when you think it's funny that means it's not.”

Michelle exited out leaving me to lock the door to our new off campus apartment but I wanted to know more.

I followed behind her and asked her all types of questions. You can't just spring on people that you've switched sides and not expect them to want to know all of the details. In all honesty it wasn't a big deal as long as she was happy. Perhaps I was just being nosy, but after usually seeing her with mainly men my underlying question to her was probably, "Why?"

"I wasn't having that much luck with guys, Haz. One night I went out for a drink and a girl approached me so I figured, why the hell not? What could it hurt, really? Nothing. I went for it, and I enjoyed myself.”

She didn't have a great track record with guys after her split with Lou. She was so unhappy at one point, but then again when you bring home assholes and expect them to turn into stand up gents tears are to be expected. They always looked like gutter grunge to me but at the moment that seemed to be her type, so I didn't say anything. I've actually spent a lot of nights with Michelle rubbing her back as she cried against my shoulder and handing her the odd Kleenex to substitute for my shirt. Now that I think about it, last summer I really didn't see her with any guys. I guess when I saw her with girls I always assumed they were just her friends.

"So...What's it like?”

"What's what like?”

"You know the, um, the switch...What's it like?" Michelle threw her head back and laughed as we reached the main building for our senior seminar class.

"You mean what's it like going from cock to fanny? Is that what you're asking me?" I raised my eyebrows at her bluntness and I could feel heat rise in my cheeks. There's no beating about the bush with Michelle, not anymore anyway.

"Pretty much, yeah. That's what I'm asking. I’m just being nosy. If it’s too much you don’t have to-“

"Honestly," Michelle shifted her eyes back and forth as if she was going to tell me the secret to life in her next sentence, "It's so much better. Guys have no clue what they're doing down there. It's so refreshing to have someone know exactly what it is that I want, when I want it, and how I want it without explaining myself like I'm a bloody rubix cube. Did you know that there are three holes down there?” She asked me sarcastically as if we weren’t both on track for Med school.

"I resent that! And no…no I didn't know that.” I replied to sarcasm with sarcasm, grinning to myself much like the purple devil emoji. I surely did know all the holes.

"Why is that, Hazland? The resentment issue?”

We took our seats in the half full lecture room at the back of the class as we normally do. Michelle, myself and the rest of the gang have started many an early weekend by sitting in the back of the class, signing the attendance sheet and then leaving when the professors back was turned. I don't think I'll do that this year though. I have too many important tests to take if I want to be a doctor. I mean to pass the UKCAT exam the first time.

"Because I'm not half bad at it. At least I don't think I am... Never got a complaint before and I don't intend to.”

Michelle laughed loudly as the professor walked in, drawing attention our way. I smiled and waved at the onlookers before Michelle chuckled again grabbing my hand to stop me as the professor started to speak.

"Just because you never got a complaint doesn't mean that it wasn't said, Harrow. Nine times out of ten, if you don’t hear a complaint it’s because she cares more about your ego than her orgasm...It’s a shame really.”

I primped my lips at her and we continued to whisper to each other back and forth while we took notes on what the professor wrote on the whiteboard during the lecture. There would be two major papers in this class. Thankfully for the twenty page essay that we'll be assigned to do later on in the quarter we can have a partner. Michelle quickly leaned her head on my shoulder choosing me to work with when the paper isn't even due until the last week of class. I of course accepted her. Not only is she my friend but she's one of those annoyingly clever people. I've honestly never seen Michelle open or purchase one required textbook in all of our three years knowing each other in our university careers, but every time marks are posted her marks are always first class honors.

By the end of class, I ended up giving Michelle a hefty amount of paper for notes in seminar and for the other classes she had throughout the rest of the day. It baffles me as to how she's this born genius, but the most unorganized person that I know at the same time. Her only response to my annoyance was, "At least I have writing utensils.”

"Was that girl this morning your girlfriend?”

"No. I'm an admitting fuckgirl. What’s the saying? If you can’t beat them join them. I refuse to be part of the played group any more. It's our last year after all. I figure it's time to up the ante. Let monogamy go.”

I laughed and shook my head before another question came up. It was always something I wanted to know about lesbians but was too embarrassed to ask. It's not like I have many lesbian friends who I could turn to and get the information that most want to know. I'm never that embarrassed around Michelle though.

"So, erm, um...who's more dominant, when you're...You know?”

Michelle rolled her eyes at the question and I began to feel like an ass.

"When we're scissoring?" She spoke loudly making my thought about embarrassment wrong.

“Chelle!"

Michelle snickered knowing that she's put a vivid image in my head of her and the mystery blonde. I shake the thought before I get too carried away. I'm not supposed to get aroused with the thought of my best friend and another girl.

"Whoever feels like it whenever they feel like it? It was always a competition with men isn't it?”

“I don’t think it’s so much a competition as it is that some women don't like being on top?” I spoke presenting the idea causing her to pop her lips in disagreement.

“It’s never asked though is it? Sounds like male assumption to me. When I'm with a girl it's just flat out pleasurable for the pair of us. It's not about dominance, Harry. It's about getting off. Scissoring isn't a thing though, by the by.”

I nodded my head up and down still in awe that she of all people had taken a liking to someone who has the same bits as she does. It didnt' bother me like she thought it did earlier and I hope I didn't give her that impression by my line of questioning. Honestly these were just things I always wanted to know. I'm actually more hurt that scissoring apparently isn't a thing...They make it look so pleasurable in porn...I've been bamboozled.

"That's enough questions about me for now. What's happened to you?”

"What do you mean?"

"Harry full offense, but you were a slut when I first met you. You've since depleted in your numbers dramatically, except I'm sure the use of your hand. There were tissues in your bin the other night when I was cleaning the apartment and you don't have a cold…"

"I have h-hay fever Michelle! Allergies kick up at random times... Don't clean my room, I'll do it! It's personal in there. I knew I couldn't find any of my shit for a reason. And hang on-" I knotted my eyebrows playfully at her earlier slut comment.

I admit that I got around, but I moved very slowly. I've only ever had sex with seven or maybe nine girls in my twenty-one years give or take. I don't really keep count. It's not like they were souvenirs or notches on my belt for me to keep track of. All of them were an experience and I'm pretty sure I could name them all if I had to.

The first time happened my last year in 6th form or high school you could say and I didn't even know Michelle then. I got teased for that a bit, but I wasn't in a rush. The maybe other seven or eight happened here at uni but it wasn't as frequent as Michelle makes it out to be. The first two were in my first year when I met Michelle, one of them ended up being my girlfriend over a span of Five months. After that, I only was only ever active with a few more spaced out over the course of two and a half years, and they were regulars. That's not that bad when you think about it, especially for a guy my age at university.

"You were Haz! You had a new girl every weekend.”

"I did not! They were the same few people. They just kind of, alternated? You just never paid them any attention so you thought they were different every time. You're giving me more credit than I deserve."

Michelle rolled her eyes and continued to tease me.

"Whatever. What's happened then?”

"I don't know what you mean. I got invested in my studies. I have to take the UKCAT this year.”

"When is the last time you fun bit wrestled, willy waggled, played 'hide the helmet', rolled in the hay as they say?" I scrunched my nose and then thought about it and then got frustrated that I had to actually think about it.

“Yet I’m the worst? Who’s this they you speak of?" I asked her, squinting my eyes and tilting my head to the side.

"Everyone says those things when talking about sex. The more mature ones do anyway. Stop dilly dallying and answer the question. When is the last time you put your 'p' in a ‘v'?"

"S-spring? Early spring? Early Spring terms I guess…"

I could feel my cheeks turn red as I answered her question and Michelle bit her cheeks as an odd snorting noise left her nose while she tried to hold in her laughter. It's not that funny.

"You haven't fucked since the spring?" I laughed more at myself than at the shocked look on her face and shook my head no.

"No, not actual Spring. Early spring terms, so February...My birthday.”

"Harry, we're at the end of August here! You might as well count yourself as celibate. Not that I can blame the girls for dodging you. You still call a vagina a bajingo.”

I chuckled before I spoke, "The word vagina is honestly just as bad as bajingo. And this is coming from someone who has over a hundred words and phrases for sex.”

"A hundred and counting, Harrow.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to make the red in my cheeks less noticeable by rubbing my hand over my face. Spring term is when I decided to get more focused. I threw myself into clubs and my books to try to get more into school and buckle down. I'm even president of our graduating class now, prepared to serve on the Alumni council after graduation and I for one am proud of myself for getting this far. The greater half of my first three years here at university was spent at frat parties and in my bed sleeping class time away. I barely know how I made it through this far with decent grades, but I'm grateful that I did. Failure isn't an option.

Michelle stood on tip toe, leaning her head on my shoulder all the while soothingly rubbing my back. When I turned my head to face her, she batted her long lashes at me and made her big brown eyes look like one of those odd cartoon characters whose eyes cover more than half of their face.

"It's okay, Harry.”

"What is?”

"That you haven't gotten any pussy in over six months." Michelle has officially taken a back seat and let Mitchell take the wheel. This is how she got the nickname in the first place.

"Sod off Mitch! It's not like it's a bad thing-“

"Like shit it isn’t."

"I'm busy anyway.”

"With your hand and those bin tissues." I nudged Michelle off my shoulder feigning to be fed up with her masturbation jokes.

"Well if you weren't in my room you wouldn't have seen them! Gosh, you do something one time and then that's what people automatically associate you with!”

Michelle lets out another awkward snort that causes both of us to laugh out loud as we walk through the halls preparing to go our separate ways for the rest of the day.

"That was actually kind of funny Harry. Your jokes are getting a bit better.”

"Yeah, I know. They're funny when they're at my expense.”

"Aw, Hazland. You poor, poor serial masturbator. I'll see you later, yeah?”

"Yeah," I grinned at her before I turned to leave.

"Wait, how much later?” Michelle walked back towards me with one eyebrow raised to the sky as I tried to quickly map out my schedule for the day in my head before spitting it out to her.

"Uh, I get done with classes at half five, then I have a class meeting at six, and then I work at the first year halls front desk from seven to eleven thirty tonight. So I'll probably get home around midnight."

I contently sighed and grinned at Michelle as a look of pure horror took place of her once relaxed features. Her eyes seemed to widen larger after every additional activity that I listed, but I truly enjoyed remaining busy. Michelle's face remained contorted with displeasure before she spoke.

"So you're still coming to the pub later with the lads right?”

"Uh-oh. Chelle I don't know. I kind of forgot all about that. I don't think I will though, it's Monday and-“

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm not taking no as an answer. You promised and it's welcome week anyway. The pub is gonna be live! Just swing by and have one drink.”

“Nahhh I think I’m gonna-”

"One drink.”

“Sit this one out.”

"One drink, Harrow. One. Come on its tradition. You can't just bum out on tradition. This is our last year." She held up her tiny pointer finger to emphasize her point before she spoke again, this time in a small whisper, “One."

“No."

“Please?"

“No."

“Please?” Her lips pouted and her eyes turned sad trying her hand at manipulation.

"No, Chelle. No. Stop looking at me that way...Oh! Gah! Fine. I'll head to the pub when I get off work. One drink. One.”

Michelle bounced on her feet and clapped her hands in excitement making me shake my head before I turned to leave. Before I could make a real step Michelle called my name again.

"Hey, do you think I could borrow a pen? I seemed to have dropped mine."

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years

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fic request because i am d e s p e r a t e : tarlos carlos whump with supportive gabriel reyes ??? if you’re down to write him that is. i love ur work n ur whump n i think u would write a p good gabe. 🥰

holly’s august extravaganza day 1: against all odds (we're still here)

i'm always down to write gabriel! thanks for the prompt trick, i hope you like it!

ao3 | 2k | car accidents, whump, major character injury, angst with a happy ending

“I told you we should have brought the car.”

Carlos scowls over at TK, shifting one of the many bags he’s carrying higher on his arm. It cuts painfully into his skin, his good mood from earlier long since soured. The knowledge that TK is, of course, right isn’t exactly helping matters.

“In my defence,” he starts, for probably the fifth or sixth time, “when we texted your dad to see if he wanted us to pick up anything from the store, I wasn’t expecting a full list.”

“We could have told him no.”

“TK, he’s your dad and we are literally crashing his home right now. I’m not gonna tell him no.”

TK opens his mouth, presumably to retort with a comment about how his dad loves Carlos and loves having them around. Both of which are things Carlos knows perfectly well, thanks, but he’s still not interested in testing it by refusing to get Owen’s kale chips or that specific brand of shampoo which took half an hour—and two stores—to track down.

Whatever TK was about to say is abandoned when one of his own bags slips out of his grasp and falls to the ground with a depressing thud. It bursts open—because why wouldn’t it—and spills their purchases across the sidewalk. The only solace is that nothing breaks, but that’s where the good news begins and ends; Carlos’s eyes track a can as it rolls down the street and into the gutter, landing in a puddle of dirty water. TK looks forlornly between the dropped bag and those still balanced on his arms, then heaves a long-suffering sigh and crouches awkwardly, easing the other bags down as carefully as he can manage.

“Call an Uber,” he grumbles. “We are not walking home like this.”

On that point, they’re in agreement. Carlos spares himself a moment of idle amusement at TK’s predicament before beginning the arduous task of extracting his phone from his pocket without dropping any of his own shopping.

He’ll hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

Oh my god!

Someone call 911!

Are they even alive?

Just hold on, son, you’re going to be just fine.

Beeping.

Carlos frowns, slowly blinking his heavy eyelids open. It takes a minute to register his surroundings for what they are—a hospital room—and a further minute to notice the presence at his side. It’s his father, looking exhausted, turning his cowboy hat in his hands as he stares at the floor.

“Dad?” he croaks, wincing at the soreness in his throat. “What happened?”

His father’s head jerks up, his eyes going wide as he sees Carlos awake. “Mijo. It’s good to see you awake.”

“Dad, why am I here? What happened?”

He sighs, reaching out to pat Carlos’s arm. “There was an accident,” he explains. “A drunk driver lost control of his car and mounted the curb right where you boys were standing. He was speeding, so he hit you pretty hard. Your foot was crushed under a wheel, you have a fractured wrist, and you bumped your head when you fell so you probably have a concussion. The doctors say you should heal just fine, though, gracias a Dios.”

Carlos lifts his head to look down at his body, only just registering the casts on his arm and foot. There’s a dull ache radiating through his entire body and his head is pounding in time with his heartbeat, but he’s alive and he’ll heal. He should be happy about that, but the only thing occupying his mind is his dad’s silence on TK.

“What about TK?” he asks, part of him dreading the answer. “I remember him pushing me; is he okay?”

“He’s…” His dad hesitates, sending a cold slither of fear down Carlos’s spine. “Alive.”

Carlos stares, the beginnings of panic stealing his breath. “What does that mean?”

His father blows out a long breath. “It means you were right,” he says, meeting Carlos’s eyes. “He did push you, so he took the brunt of the hit. He suffered a serious open pelvic fracture and broken ribs, which punctured his lung. Last I heard, they managed to fix him up and they’re not expecting any further complications, but we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.”

“He hasn’t woken up?”

“Not yet. He will, you’ll see.”

“I want to see him.”

And Carlos knows what the answer will be to that—a resounding no. He also knows that he won’t be able to argue; his father is incredibly stubborn, and when he digs his heels in, there’s no moving him. But he needs to at least try—he’s not going to stop worrying about TK until he sees him, and probably not for a long time after that.

His dad sighs and fixes him with a firm look. “Carlitos, you and I both know that’s out of the question,” he says. “You’ve only just woken up, you need to give yourself time to heal before exerting your body even more. Besides, he’s in good hands and Owen is with him, so we’ll know as soon as there’s any change.”

“Joder, Papá, I know all that,” Carlos cries, frustrated, barely able to refrain from throwing his head back on the pillow. “I just hate that he’s here, hurt, and I can’t even see him.”

“Lo sé,” His dad smiles gently, something that’s probably supposed to be comforting, but really only gets on Carlos’s nerves. “Escúchame, hijo. Descansa. Cúrate. Then you can focus on TK.”

It’s easier said than done and his father knows it, but Carlos has no choice. The conversation is effectively put to an end by his dad reaching over and pressing the call button next to the bed. A nurse comes in and quickly sets about checking his vitals and asking enough questions to make Carlos’s head spin. His probable concussion becomes definite, but otherwise he’s in good shape, all things considered.

He can’t help but wish he weren’t.

Two days later, Carlos is deemed fit to be discharged, providing he has someone to help him and providing he agrees to rest and not do anything even close to strenuous. TK is also awake now but, according to Owen, he’ll be kept in the hospital for at least another week. The break to his pelvis was bad, so he’ll need a wheelchair for a while even after discharge, and his refusal to take strong painkillers means his recovery is going to be long and painful.

Carlos is itching to see him. It’s been torture cooped up in his room without knowing how TK was doing—there’s only so much relief messages passed through their fathers can bring. It had only been his father’s stern and steady presence that had kept him in that bed when he felt like he was losing his mind with worry.

But now, finally, he’s being wheeled into TK’s room and helped onto the chair next to the bed. Owen stands off to the side, watching the two of them with a mixture of affection and sadness in his gaze, and his dad hovers behind him, but Carlos only has eyes for TK.

He looks incredibly tired, but he attempts a smile when he rolls his head to look at Carlos, extending his hand out across the distance between them.

“Hey, Ty,” Carlos says softly, taking TK’s hand in his good one. “How are you feeling?”

“Been better. Not sure if I’ve been worse. I think this might just beat getting shot to that title.”

“That’s not funny.”

TK just hums, his eyes drifting closed for a second. “Maybe not.”

“Why did you push me?”

TK’s eyes fly open at the question, confusion overtaking his expression as he stares at Carlos. He moves as if to sit upright before groaning in pain, his face screwing up. Carlos reaches out for him, but he’s beaten to it by his father, who places a reassuring hand on TK’s shoulder.

“Take it easy, son,” he says gently. “Don’t move too much.”

“I hate this,” TK mutters, his body relaxing bit by bit. His gaze is still clouded when he looks back over at Carlos, but he manages a soft smile all the same. “I pushed you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. The car would have hit me either way; I’m just sorry I wasn’t able to get you out of the way in time.”

Carlos blinks at him, dumbfounded. “You’re sorry?” he asks, disbelief colouring his tone. “Ty, you’re in the hospital, seriously injured, because you chose to save me instead of yourself. Why would you do that?”

“You know why.”

Carlos does; of course he does, but it’s not enough to assuage the guilt still bubbling in his stomach at the sight of TK in the bed.

TK sighs, squeezing his hand. “You would have done the same for me,” he points out. “We both know you would have, so don’t you dare ask me to apologise for my choices.”

“I know. I won’t.” Carlos closes his eyes, deflating a little. “I just hate seeing you hurt.”

“And I hate seeing you hurt, so maybe you can do us both a favour and go home. I’ll be fine.”

Carlos must need his hearing tested, because there’s no way TK just said that. There’s no way his boyfriend told him to leave right after calling him out for hypocrisy. Except apparently he did, because he’s trying to disentangle their hands, and Carlos is not having that.

He grips onto TK even tighter and glares at him. “TK, if you think I’m leaving you here—”

“Carlos,” TK interrupts quietly. “I get it. But, babe, you need to rest and heal, and you can’t do either of those things sitting here.”

“Watch me.”

“No.” TK shifts his gaze over Carlos’s shoulder, a slight smirk playing at his lips. “Mr Reyes, can you make sure he rests?”

His dad laughs, leaning over to pat TK’s shoulder. “Of course. I’m sure once his mother sees him, she won’t let him out of her sight for a week anyway.”

TK grins. “Good to know.” He yawns and resettles himself slightly in the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. “Carlos, if you’re still here when I next open my eyes, I’m not kissing you for a month.”

“You shouldn’t make threats you know you can’t follow through with.”

“Don’t make me make it two.”

Despite himself, Carlos laughs. He leans over and presses a lingering kiss to TK’s temple, then stands as well as he’s able, leaning on his dad for support. “Alright, I’m going. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

TK already sounds half-asleep when he mumbles, “Love you too,” back, and Carlos can’t even be embarrassed by how ridiculously smitten he must look, even though he’s in front of both their fathers.

He allows his dad to move him back to the wheelchair and says a quick goodbye to Owen, keeping his eyes on TK for as long as he can. Just as they reach the door, he catches TK’s eyes opening to slivers, obviously checking to see if Carlos is actually leaving. Carlos shakes his head at him, causing TK to flush at the knowledge he’s been caught. His eyes slam shut again, his tongue poking out childishly, and Carlos laughs, a lightness settling in his heart even as TK’s room disappears from view.

It’s going to be a long few months for the both of them, but they have family behind them to help them get through it.

And they have each other. Which, given everything, Carlos thinks is nothing short of a goddamn miracle.

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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ngl I love the focus on boba and fennec and paz taking din apart and taking care of him etc etc but im r e a l l y curious to see more of like. how paz fits into the dynamic? he undoubtedly does, I just want to see how and where and elaboration on "puppy" since it's been used several times and it sounds like some truly d e l i c i o u s content 👀 also the way he seems to switch between dominant with din and submissive to the others? and not to mention how boba and fennec interact.... I just--id love to know all about this au is what im saying I guess lol. you write so damn well and your characterization and ideas all just got me like

😂💛 thank you, thank you

I wrote a whole side story for it on Twitter that I'll paste below. I tend to blurb there and only write here when it's in reply to asks.

You can imagine this is set after the published story on AO3 "something borrowed...."

I've thought about how Paz and Din's old tribe could react to learning about their new lives. How they might ask Paz, so infamously proud, how he feels about being second choice for Din's attentions.

"You are generous to think I rank so highly for his affections," Paz would say.

Because he only found Din again after the man had been taken in by Boba and Fennec, their claim clearly stated, and they were gracious to find space in their lives for Paz because Din asked. Slowly, the three alphas have grown closer in understanding and appreciation. But Paz made the decision to stay for Din; any method to keep the man in his life. He's learning to be less jealous (yearning and needy), temper his greed, crush the ache that echoes in his chest watching Din bloom, sigh and his body cry out for other people.

Paz can share.

He thinks he's convinced others and himself until the morning he wakes, senses tingling on alert, and rolls on his back to find his hands have been cuffed to the above bed rail in his sleep.

Boba and Fennec kneel at his sides, startlingly naked, gazes predatory.

"Those muscles," Fennec praises, slanting an appreciative look at Boba by Paz's other thigh.

"You're not getting out that way, pup," Boba says, voice warm.

Paz scowls at the endearment. "I am NOT your pup."

Boba's stare pins him still. "Yes, you are."

Paz's abdomen tenses under Fennec's roving hand, breathing out harshly with her possessive grope at muscle beneath the softer padding of flesh.

"And it's time you learned that if you're going to stay," Boba says. "

There's so MUCH of you," Fennec purrs to herself, a small smile.

A soft, familiar sigh catches Paz's attention and he finally notices Din reclined in one of the large seats across the room. He's watching them, skin flushed pink. His feet are planted on the chair's edge, thighs spread and his fingers swirling over the dark bud of his clit.

He's enjoying this?

Desire curls low in Paz's gut at the familiar sight. A low groan gutters out of him with the hand that closes over the slack girth of his cock, squeezing firmly.

Boba's hand pumps him, slow and strong. "Everything in this palace is mine. You understand?"

Paz swallows, glutes tensing as his cock fills quickly. Teeth close over his nipple and he gasps at the unfamiliar texture of wet, slick heat as Fennec takes an open mouthful of his pec, groaning in delight. The vibrations earn his moan, his skin lighting up under their touches.

The full muscle of his other pec is crushed under Fennec's exploring hands. She twists back to look at Boba. "I want his face."

Paz's stomach leaps in alarm until Boba orders, "The helmet stays on."

And then Fennec is prowling up Paz's body, eyes dark and smiling. "That IS his face," she purrs, narrowing Paz's world to the strong, bare thighs that straddle his buy'ce, and then darkness. A moan of pleasure shivers from her above him. "Mmm-- nice and cold," the sound is muffled by her thighs. "Did you have him ride you like this, baby?"

The words surprise him, groin tensing with the memory that yes, Paz did, and then the admission is pulled from him in an audible cry with Boba's firm upstroke, Paz's hips rising to follow it. The sound is wrenched from him, distorted by the rough modulator of his voxcoder.

"More of that noise for us, pup," Boba growls, fingers tightening to a ring beneath the head of Paz's cock, grip sliding faster. Paz's knees bend with his groaning cry, thighs openIng, and his heels drag along the mattress. "I want to hear you understand who's doing this to you."

It's confusing: the parts of Paz that want to wrench free battling with the unfamiliar swoop in his gut telling him this feels nice, pleasure sluicing over him like warm syrup at the greed in their touch and the rumble of their words. He's not used to being the recipient of that.

"... Followed that pretty pussy across the stars, didn't you?" Fennec is grinding a hypnotic rhythm back and forth across his visor, Paz's audials bringing the slick sounds of her arousal. "Would have followed him into the heart of a dying star-- just to know he's yours--"

Slickened hardness startles Paz in its slide down between his cheeks, a heart-stopping press at his rim of muscle, his heavy thigh is pushed up and back, and then he's staring into the dark of Fennec's cunt, unseeing as he's parted on searing thickness.

"Nnnngh--" The steel of the bed rail creaks under the strain of Paz's strength as he pulls, arching away from the intrusion of Boba's cock-- so full-- but the other alphas laughs, easily keeping him pinned.

"You're not the first who tried," Fennec soothes him. "They all want him."

A grinding drag against his inner walls, blinding push back in. Paz cries out at the burning frissons of pleasure.

"He's ours, you understand, pup?"

Light floods in, startling him as Fennec slides back to straddle his chest, gentle smile curving her mouth. Paz's body rocks beneath her from Boba's driving thrusts, the generous swell of Paz's chest tickling her wet folds! the local King finds his rhythm, slow and heavy, sinking deeper on every thrust.

"You want to belong to us too, baby?" Fennec croons.

Paz trembles, chest heaving. His head is spinning. He can't get enough air, his breaths loud and ragged in his helmet. With every thrust, it feels like Boba is feeding him more and more. How big is he? Is this what Din feels when Paz folds him open? Boba's next thrust makes him buck and moan. What was that?

His feet plant in the mattress thighs falling wider against Boba's hips and the other alpha rewards him with a hard snap inside, growling.

"You take orders well," Boba praises him, hands braced like iron on his hips. "I need someone to look after him when we go away."

Din did not need a guardian or protector; this is what Paz might have reminded them if Boba didn't choose that moment to fasten his grip under Paz's thick thighs and start pounding into him.

"Fuck!" Paz shouts, writhing.

Fennec's weight keeps him planted.

Boba's pace is fast, plunging into his tight channel with claiming thrusts, made slicker with the pre-cum being drawn from his cock.

Sweat beads on Boba's brow and he was snarling, "A good s-stud to keep nnnh bred an-and happy. Pound his little hole for us-- open-- keep him--"

A thin, fluting whimper of need reaches his ears: Din.

Shuddering, Paz's eyes roll, head falling back and his neck arches as Boba shifts, striking that molten spot of low burning bliss over and over.

"Fill him up 'til-- until we get back-- you can-- I know you can--" Boba panted.

God. Paz could. He could be so good for them-- for Din--

Strong, slim fingers close low on his throat. Fennec. "You close? You wanna come, baby?"

A storm of turmoil churns in Paz's chest-- submit-- don't-- the moan breaks from his chest before he can stop it, throaty, begging. His cock throbs, neglected. He wants to come so badly.

Boba growls as though in rut, low and feral. "You're gonna wait."

/fuck/

The order punches a sharp moan of lust from Paz's chest and he almost comes, surprising himself. No one had ever used him like this before. None had dared. Paz tilts his hips up when Boba pauses, breathing harshly, toes curling in the sheets.

"Come here, sweetheart," Boba says.

Paz's heart leaps with understanding before his conscious mind catches on.

The bed dips with new weight and then Din tumbles against Boba's side, clumsy with need. Boba laughs gently under his breath, brushing kisses over his forehelm.

"You're gonna climb on this. We're gonna see how far it spreads you," Boba said.

Din trembles, looking down at the intimidating girth of Paz's cock standing straight from his body.

"You're gonna let me eat you open." Fennec's fingers trail down Din's scarred chest.

Din accepts her stabilising hand and lifts a knee, straddling Paz as instructed.

"And I'm gonna show your stud how to fuck you," Boba promises, but Din may not have heard him, falling back against his chest with a high moan as Paz's cock cleaves him open on a spine-melting sink to the root, so hot, so perfect, God this was home.

Paz's eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed, desperate-- desperate not to come yet, but throbbing heat bears him open and slick, clenching muscles massage him tight-- what is he supposed to do?

His heels dig in deep and the rail above him creaks as his body pulls taut. Din cries out as Paz's hips snaps into him, pumping helplessly with the hot groan spilled from deep in his chest, shuddering at the force of his full body orgasm.

God... G od....

His pulse roars in his ears, time suspends, and when Paz comes back down to his body, Din's hand clutches his belly where Paz spilled.

His breath catches at the alphas' twin looks of disappointment.

"Oh, puppy," Fennec sighs, pushing Din's thighs wide for the view where he stretches thin around Paz's cock. "Now this is gonna hurt."

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TL;DR Paz is Boba and Fennec's stud to breed Din for their amusement, their bull to keep him full, and they enjoy domming tf out of him to remind him of the pecking order (and sometimes just because, as a treat)

#ball and chain au #pazbobafennec #pazbobadinfennec #D/s themes #they're all vers in my head

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captainkurosolaire · 3 years

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I challenge you to pick five Tumblrs in your social circle and tell them something you admire about their blog!

Only 5? I could probably do 500. However, that's determined by what's considered my social circle. I'm often in my head being incredibly social continuously is really a challenge of mine. I'm always actively marching to something, my flame of passion when I have it, I can do some crazy stuff but it diminishes relatively quickly, so I try to cling. But I'll up your thing and list 25 of my fave people. Ask me this same thing in a Month, I'll keep doing 25, until I do all the people. How about that? (If anyone wants to be taken off mention let me know.)

@eligos-venator

- Has one of the most intelligent and sophisticated minds, I've had the pleasure to know. Literally admire all his aesthetics, work, head-cannons, ideas. It's only a benefit that the dude shares some OC characteristics to my own (Winning features). I really enjoyed the short-thread we did. It was incomplete, mainly because of my faults. I want to actually be better to give him a proper delivery and RP worth his time, but he's incredibly worth the investment of eyes.

@mischiefandmystics

- If there was a Mount Rushmoore of writers who kept me in this endeavor, encouraged me. Sun'ra is one of them. His characterization skills, writing, the delivery and how believable his character is, they're masterful acts.

@mishivymendi

- I wouldn't be nearly tamed or as creatively freed if it wasn't for this gem. She broke my shell, I really didn't at a time ever see myself being anything really beyond a smut writer, but Mishi not only saw potential in me, but brought it out. Her stories and world's she brings to life are so majestically colorful.

@asymphonyofash

- My go-to. He's another pillar individual who saw things in me past just the obvious perception, (Probably second longest XIV RPer I know.) Taught me a lot of the lore, I shot him up and he's sort of become my stapled rock. He's right aside Sun'ra met them about the same, both took me under their wing's as I quietly observed and absorbed.

@lavender-hemlock

- We're always up and front with each other, never feeling like I couldn't say anything around, extremely rare to share that these days. Her gif's are legendary, something on my own terms I want to soar in quality. The writing she does is astounding. Character has so many mysterious pages that are quite addictive to want to explore and learn them. (Encore 20 below-cut)

@under-the-blood-moonlight - Her sweetness and artwork and overall is just a friendly presence to be around. I cherish them so much. One I can jive with more darker undertones with. She's one the most hardworking and ambitiously creative people. I'd mail them infinite hugs if could. Thanks for being you! @roxinova - I owe a lot of credit to her. She's constantly OOC and everything was nudging me too be more inclusive to things and involved heavenly. It's rare for me. I'm really horrible about that my autism sets me back socially, I constantly will be drowned by the next day and be reverted back to better off alone, that's my major crux and weakness. But her thoughtfulness, these things, aren't ever foreign to me, I do pay attention probably better than any would ever give me credit. She's a beacon model to have as a friend. @corpse-dancer - Haven't ran into many words with them, but her character, screenshot game, expressiveness, they're all a marvel to constantly see, alongside her attitude and bringing life character. I do think if I were better, we would click quite splendidly. They've recently reminded and motivated me to pick-up my daily-practice, or try too. Keep being a rockstar. @fair-fae - Few who wouldn't know who she is in this community. She's been in my opinion a huge core. I'm certain she's inspired many who weren't even RPers too try it by seeing her at the Quicksands or elsewhere, a tyme ago. Making no exception, I was even one of those. I used to be in QS every-single day and was often doing my shameless stuff. Though her presence first did show me there's a lot more. I admire her in all fields. Also appreciate her adopting me to the FC and her always thinking of others and giving events, or her aesthetics and portrayal, its the epitome of swan elegance. @thorcat - One of my most treasured friends. Been RPing with them for a longtime. There's never anything complicated between us or a rift of drama, it's just let's go and have fun. We really mesh well, I've welcomed nearly ever character and got the privilege to RP with nearly all them. They always open up envelope and help me, settle on back and just laugh. Whether used to be waking up to their characters humping my afk one or use randomly having a hardcore banter between Ufah and Captain and capturing them as a voidal pet. Memories with them isn't something I'd ever want to lose. I love ya! Never stop enjoying life for anything. @lukawarrioroflight - I get in the gutter find myself lacking motivation or writing, discouraged even... But I never have felt, I could ever do any wrong with this person, they bring the light out of me. So no matter what, how many hospital-beds I yearly visit, it's because of this rare nature, that I come back, even if they're the only one's ever to read my stuff. I would do it for them alone. @scholarlybreadbun - I've only been back recently and they've so much warmth. Their presence is the sun of inviting. The couple and posing all the shipping that stuff makes me even melt. I'm not particularly talented in regards to posing couples, but I took notice of them along time ago and set on quietly improving. Really like them for them, wouldn't ever want them to change that. Ideally look forward to be in their orbit longer so I can bask in them. @seascrapes - Been mutual with them for a while. Their aesthetics and character is all S+ level. I appreciate throwing back tagged prompts with them, one of many people I really think would be enjoyable to collab with any other seafarers. The artwork and pieces of Tal Brook, are breathtaking as ever exceptionally too, not to mention. Love your stuff matey, you're a king. @mai-takeda - Is a myth. Her absolutely sheer friendliness and her attitude, are so positive influencing, I was so thrilled to be welcomed with her and boosted by them early on. I couldn't see myself, wanting to exist where they didn't have happiness like the same she always delivers by just doing so many soft-things. Not to mention her writing... She's a whole world to throw yourself gazes

under. @zhauric - It doesn't go far either without the same breath of Mai, I could say about Zhauric. He's someone worthy to look-up and also recognize they're passionate and inviting, hoisting up literally everything. Could easily find any of their characters comrades with my own, or jiving alongside. Not to mention last XIVWrite, they slaughtered it. So enjoyable to read them all. I like how organized their blog is too, motivated me recently to redux my entire thing. @cadrenebula - They have so many diverse characters and their entire roster is vibrant and is imbued with a massive flux of life. They are able to encapsulate so many character's voices and portray them so effectively too, I really admire that greatly. They've made me think bigger and try myself recently at actually undertaking a huge roster of characters too. I've taken many breaks, but I always am so graciously returned often with them close-by and that's so incredibly sacred. I've seen a lot of people get discouraged or quit, leave, departure, etc. But they always seem to have a bigger house then they had last I took a break and I enjoy peaking in. @silvernsteel - Her artist and gif-work are awe-aspiring, there's little unrecognizable by her photo-sets and edits. They helped me even tip-toe into uncharted with giving me the recipes to try incorporating gifs into my arsenal. Plus so delightfully pleasant to actually talk with and just chill. I want nothing less in life, than the beauty they give, to be returned to them for eternity in all their glorious air. If ever needed anything of me, they've got me. @spotofmummery - We talk about passion or friendliness or overall a person to even remotely try to be, I got to include them. Their web-series and writing, screen-work, everything they do is fantastic. And that's furthered back nearly any I've met showcase or immortalize how just genuine of stellar person they are. I wish them always the energy to create and sparks. @snow-covered-moon - They've never been anything less but absolutely a diamond to know. I enjoy their character, their almost always abundant of energy that's very rub inducing. Their WoL character stories, writing, screen-shots, everyday they open up a new pandora box of joy, there's no mistaken love behind their character and that's infectiously easy to also enjoy something when the author does too. Always healthy to be around, I never feel short of vitality when they're close-by. @letheofthelost - Always cheerful or least encapsulates with me, they're a carnival ride. Just pure epic story-telling and engaging equally as passionate, constantly writing characters, not looking for anything outside of RP or anything really just being their selves, they fade all others. I love their presence, them as a person. Enjoy any character they'll ever come and throw under me, or a change of pace. Always feels easily understandable between one another. @crow-iv - Together we're an unfiltered, unstoppable wake of pure passionate writers and art. But I would say they're far ahead of me, in every regard. Already able to portray multiple characters in a scene and do such in-depth thinking, alongside even sketch or draw right afterwards or a scene. They're so talented, huge reason I set-out on giving them a Crew of cast and actual stories to-tell when I'm actually caught up and if they interested and we both have the room, I really think if further myself, I can be better and supply more for them to draw and I want to see them soar. I want to give them all my improvements and effectiveness. @trishelle - They've such a reinforcing personality and aura around them that easily bolsters anything that dares thinking they're about to be depleted so energizing. Aesthetics, characters, all them are so lively that further compliment their own mun's great welcoming presence. Worth hundreds of smiles and stars, keep high. Wish I had more time to dedicate to learning you! But I do notice and appreciate you. @fracturedfantasia - One of my people, I like to retreat and just talk my full

head-cannons with or learn, share insightful and inquisitive thoughts about philosophies and multi-culture things. Or plotting and in-general, they're a well of information and brimming ideas, they are every making of what makes a quality friend. When you can generally be open-about-all that's a real one right there. Their characters and tarot readings, I always would implore if they're offering. Thanks for giving me any-time. You're truly a treasure. @violet-warder - Never have even came to words with them yet unfortunately but didn't mean as a mutual, I haven't admired all their screenies, writing, or the aesthetics they bring of their character. Glamours is real end-game, I like all what you've done and put together. I care strictly about what represent and give, I don't want to see them ever think anyone want's them gone, they are abundantly so talented and possess things only they can deliver. I think recently came back too, and I'm glad to share, hopefully, overtime I can build you better up. Or eventually even talk, but I'm certain you are a busy-body person too, so we're relatable. @layla-grey - I have a lot of underline issues that set me back as a flawed person, but I've never not been anything but someone who's open, it's why I always do include my f-list in anything or etc. I'm not here to present this facade, and really don't care to be an image crafted by another. No one as of recently or now, am I close with as an RP partner or friend with then this stunning masterpiece. I never let-up on story-telling or anything so I can eventually use my Crew or other Characters, to give them anytime a master entertaining day, they push me to not be short-changed. IC and OOC I would devote my full attention too cause they've never shed from me. Didn't ever matter how much silence or anything, they're always around. And don't expect anything out of me or pressure. Just accept me and I equally share that sentiment, I want you to have everything in this world has to offer. ----- This is just a fraction of people, I've paid attention, noticed or know. I've been around in this Community for many years. There's a lot of things I could say about it, more probably then anyone else. But what matters to me, is recognizing the people who are here, that work hard, build others up, support, constantly are a beam. I don't need to interact with everyone, to know when someone is generally out for good. Or they're out for bad I've learned inquisitiveness longtime ago, I had to survive and remain afloat. I just go out and be me, and along the way, I get to find people like these, who help bring out the best me. I am nothing without these people, creators, writers, artist. I'm a terrible friend, horrible person, I don't have the energy to interact NEARLY with as much as I'd like with you all, If I could clone myself, or if things were different, I would drop it all to be in your orbits more if could. But, do know I appreciate you. And even if you ever do depart from this whole community or anything, know that anything you share, or give, that stuff does matter, somewhere, someone was aspired, if nothing else, by me. ONLY you can give the worlds you see and I am thankful. Do love yourself.

#I acknowledge you #Love you #Keep doing you #Asks answered #I'm the one guy who's never not going to be filtered or unspoken #To many people have left or been broken #Don't you ever think about it.#There's so many many more #But I'll recharge for next time

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mettleborn-a · 2 years

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Plotted starter for @somekndofpeople (Hal)

It’s cold tonight, so cold Frankie’s breath is steaming the air as he keeps watch. Cops don’t come round this part of town much anymore, but regardless, it’s better to keep an eye out whilst his associates are working. Leon is doing the heavy work, loading three corpses into the back of their van whilst Luca sprays the kerb clean, washing blood and brain matter into the gutter before stooping to pick up little shards of skull, sharp as tiny cat’s teeth.

As always, Silvio is merely standing around; as the self-proclaimed ‘brains of the operation’, he’s too old to get his hands dirty these days. In truth, he’s normally sat behind a desk but tonight it seems he’s been asked to attend personally, likely due to the high-profile nature of the bullet riddled bodies Leon is currently stowing. As the number one covert clean-up crew in the city, it’s up to Silvio to ensure things always run smoothly.

“Hey Frankie.”

“Frank…Frankly, Frankity, Franko…Frankie Baby…” It’s always the same whenever someone unexpectedly calls his name; it prompts the same linguistic acrobatics, but Frankie figures Silvio’s used to it; he’s known about Frankie’s Tourette’s since he hired him, in fact it was probably why he hired him; a man like Frankie doesn’t have a lot of legitimate job prospects in a city as cold and cruel as this and Silvio probably figures his lack of alternative options is enough to keep him loyal at least. The expression on Silvio’s face is one of puzzlement as Frankie approaches, he’s staring down at a body that just doesn’t look like it belongs with the others, it only has one bullet hole for a start. The man, whoever he is, seems a little younger than the others too, not so weather worn and beat up looking.

“The stiffs Leon is shiftin’, they’re Remo’s men, right?”

“That’s right…stiftin shift-riftin…R-R-Remo’s men.”

“So who’s this shmuck?” Gesturing towards the corpse at his feet with his cigarette, Silvio narrows his eyes as if trying desperately to recall the man’s face. Crouching down, Frankie searches the cadaver’s pockets, finding nothing that can help identify the man. The material of his jacket is soft and still holds some residual warmth, compelling Frankie to run his fingers over it, as if stroking a dog, an action that is met with a hard roll of Silvio’s eyes.

Standing up, Frankie folds a piece of gum, once, twice, three times before slipping it into his mouth to concentrate on the rhythm of his chewing and calm his tics, that tonight have been made worse by the bracing cold. A quick jerk of his shoulder and finally he’s able to concentrate; to focus on the state of the bodies when they arrived, recalling the way their blood was sprayed over the side walk and the size and shape of the tire tracks burned into the tarmac, signalling someone made a very hasty getaway.

“Bystander.” He finally concludes with a slow shake of his head. What a damn shame, guy likely found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more, nothing less. It’s a pity, he’s got a real nice face, kind looking one, though, of course, that could simply be the illusion of his death mask. Still, not all men look peaceful when they die; indeed, the bodies Leon just loaded into his truck had twisted, anguished looking expressions on their mugs, but not this man; this peaceful man that looks like he could simply wake up at any moment - this man Frankie’s now deemed was likely a sweetheart in life, as if his clueless judgement might somehow buy the guy a ticket into heaven.

“Dispose of him with the others.” Silvio orders in a raised voice, so that Leon can hear it, before the old Italian turns his back to leave his boys to their busy work, seemingly satisfied that the unidentified stranger is no one of any great importance.

“Gently…hold him gently…gentle Baby.” Frankie blurts as Leon shoves his hands under the man’s armpits to drag him to the truck, prompting the man who is twice his size to shake his head in disapproval. “He’s fuckin’ dead Frankie, I ain’t gotta be fuckin’ gentle.”

“Dead fucking...gentle fuck!” Frankie shouts with dismay in response, clearly becoming agitated, before glancing at Leon apologetically, he’s not good tonight, not good because he hardly slept last night, or the night before and its beginning to show.

“Fine Frankie, Jesus, okay…I’ll be gentle.” Leon responds, in a clear attempt to calm him; he doesn’t understand the request at all but he’s seen what happens when Frankie gets riled up and can’t control his volume - the last thing they want to do at a time like this is draw attention to themselves.

When they finally arrive at the warehouse, each of the cadavers are loaded onto wooden pallets and lined up in front of an industrial incinerator. It’s Frankie’s job to handle the cremation, while Luca and Leon take the truck and head to Remo Romano’s club to collect payment. This city is rife with bloody gang wars and old family feuds; the kind that keep the cleaners busy and well paid.

One by one, each of the gangsters, in turn, are reduced to ash, fed to the great machine Frankie has taken to calling ‘Sal’, as if Sal is some living, breathing entity that needs the bodies of dead men to survive.

It is now that Frankie finds himself face to face with his sweetheart stranger; in truth, he looks like he is merely sleeping and there is a distinct part of Frankie that wants to reach out and touch him, his nose maybe or to smooth the hair of his eyebrow back into place, but he refrains, knowing it’s likely a weird impulse and instead gives the man’s jacket another soft stroke. Opening the incinerator, Frankie cranks up the heat and steadily wheels the pallet over towards Sal’s fiery mouth.

#somekndofpeople #Hal Winzor #[frankie artino] against the word the unstilled world still whirled #//Tourette's #Closed Starter #((Oh man this got long...I was scene setting ha ha!))#((Hope you're happy with it - just let me know if you want me to change anything!))

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emiefaunwrites · 3 years

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Cause we are horrible people would you be able to write a close call for Leon? It's OK if you need time to think of it!

Hey anon!

A part of me was waiting for this ask and so I've been thinking about what things happen. And as your ask came through...well, by jove I got one!

So yes, anon. I will indugle in a little meanness and give you a close call for Leon. Trigger warnings for accidents and injury underneath so please don't read if that upsets you.

Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoyyyy!

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• Leon is a major clutz.

• He's constantly knocking things over, tripping over his own feet and has absolutely terrible balance (which is a big surprise considering the one-legged contortions he twists into when pitching!)

• But that doesn't stop him enjoying life!

• He won't let his clutzy tendencies stop him from doing the things he enjoys, even if it has resulted in some majorly embarrassing scenarios.

• So he's learnt to brush things off with humour.

• He knocks something over? 'Looks better that way anyway.'

• He trips over something? 'Shouldn't have been having a nap where I was walking!'

• He loses his balance? 'Practicing my dance moves.'

• He always has a witty response for whatever happens.

• But one day, his clutziness nearly costs him dearly.

• He and Kei are practicing baseball techniques in the garden while Taka's out one day.

• He's taught her how to swing and though she doesn't have his strength, the girl hits hard.

• He's had to climb into bushes, run into the neighbours gardens, even had to run across the street to get the ball.

• And this time, it's landed on the roof.

• Now Leon's been banned from ladders ever since he wobbled one year while putting the Christmas Tree up.

• But Taka won't be back for another hour, and Kei's really seeming to be into this today.

• What other way will he get the ball down?

• 'Okay, sweet pea. Stay there alright? Daddy'll get the ball down.'

• He heads into the garage to grab the ladder that Mondo left behind when he was helping clear out the gutters a few months back.

• Looking back up to where the ball has landed, it's in the most awkward groove ever and won't be easy to reach.

• And now he's looking up, he realises how high a two-storey building is and his stomach turns.

• Maybe he should wait. Taka will be back soon and he's fine with heights and ladders and...

• 'Fank you, Daddy!'

• Ahhhh, he can't let his little girl down! And with a steely determination, he lines the ladder up and starts to climb.

• 'Just don't look down. Don't look down.'

• Slowly and steadily, he makes his way up the ladder and when he reaches the top, he needs to take a few deep, grounding breaths.

• Goddamn it, it's REALLY not going to be easy to get!

• Reaching out, he can't quite make it and so has to lean out quite procariously.

• His fingers brush against the ball, nearly there, nearly there...

• And then it pops out of the guttering and drops onto the ground.

• With a relieved sigh, Leon goes to move back to grab the ladder...

• But Leon Kuwata has terrible balance.

• Taka's at work, giving a presentation to an important group of people when his phone rings.

• Apologising profusely, he goes to look and see its the house phone.

• Odd. Leon normally calls on his mobile.

• Something compels him to answer the phone, beginning to scold his husband for interrupting him at work...

• 'P-papa?'

• Kei? Why is SHE calling? And why is she crying?

• 'What's the matter, darling? Where's Daddy?'

• 'D-daddy f-f-fell. He n-no wake u-up.'

• Oh my god oh my god oh my god WHAT'S HAPPENED?

• 'Tell me what happened, Kei.'

• 'I h-hit ball on r-r-roof and Daddy g-get. He f-f-fall down and...and h-hit his h-head. There's r-r-red paint e-e-everwhere and D-D-Daddy no w-wake u-up.'

• No no no no no what was Leon THINKING?! And now he's...he's...

• No. He can't panic. He needs to get home...

• No that'll be too late. Who knows how long Leon's been out for. He has to get to the hospital and...

• 'Kei, remember what Papa taught you? What you do if you ever get in trouble?'

• 'Y-y-yeah...'

• 'I need you to do that okay, darling? I need you to do exactly what I taught you and tell the nice man or lady what happened.'

• 'O-okay.'

• 'Good girl. Do it now, okay? Papa'll see you soon.'

• He gives no apologies as he flies out of the room, shouting at the receptionist to call Mondo and send him straight to the house.

• He isn't one for speeding but Taka definitely drives faster than normal, heading to the nearest hospital to wait for them to arrive.

• He's there twenty mintues before he sees the doctors wheeling Leon through, Mondo and Kei following behind.

• The wait during the surgery is agony - Taka having to distract himself by asking the nurses if he can borrow a shower to clean the blood out of his daughter's hair.

• Poor Kei is terrified, not saying a word as her Papa cleans her up and changes her clothes, holding onto him for dear life as they go back to the waiting room.

• And eventually, the surgeon comes out to explain there was a fracture in Leon's skull that resulted in a lot of swelling - but the surgery was a success and he'll be alright.

• Taka's allowed to go see him when he wakes up, asking Mondo to look after Kei for a little bit.

• And as he walks in to see his groggy husband blinking at him from one of the beds, head in a bandage, Taka finally loses it.

• 'YOU IDIOT! I TOLD you not to climb ladders! Why don't you ever LISTEN?! D'you know how frightened I was?! How frightened KEI was?! What the HELL were you thinking?!'

• Leon's too groggy to respond, face scrunched up as he tries to focus through the many drugs he's on for the pain.

• 'You could have DIED, Leon! You could have died RIGHT THERE! Right in front of our little girl! How could you be so STUPID?! How could you...how...how...'

• All at once Taka's rage ebbs away at the guilty look on his husband's face, replaced with sobs as he drops to his knees at the bedside.

• 'I could have lost you! You could have...oh God, Leon, I can't lose you! I can't...I can't...'

• Leon can't do too much, still very much out of it, but he can see how much his husband is hurting. And its all his fault.

• So with a grunt, he lifts a heavy arm to brush away the tears, cups Taka's face and says:

• 'Can't have hurt...as much as...when you...fell from...heaven.'

• The comment catches Taka completely on guard, the small strained smile on Leon's lips like a breath of fresh air.

• He can't help but laugh, relief making him dizzy as he clasps Leon's fingers in his own.

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