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mikalame · 9 months

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Can she come, please

This is gonna be a bout little tom and TH going on their first tour and he's wanting you to come a long with the band ( young love relationship)

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

"Please let her come sir i promise nothing bad will happen to her, please..." Tom childish voice bounces of the wall in the living room. His pleading feel on the deaf ears of his girlfriends dad.

It was currently 11:30 pm at night the tour bus was leaving in an hour Tom was already running late. He just wanted his lovely girlfriend to come along on on their first tour what was so bad about it.

"Boy, do you know how stupid you sound right now, do you really think that i would let my little girl go in a bus with people i dont know-" "but you know me! " Tom argues back

"Dont interrupt me, i may know you but i don't trust you little boy" The older man snaps at the young boy "____ calm down let Tom speak" ___ mum asks with a hushed voice the only person that on his side with letting her come along

"Please sir, this is a very big achievement and shes been there since the beginning pleas-" "dad whats going on, why are you yelling" a girls voice echos through the halls before a body pops out from the hallway.

Looking in the girl is very confused seeing her dad angry looking at her boyfriend and her mother trying to calm down her dad. "Go back to bed ___ this has nothing to do with you" The man says not using the same tone of voice as a couple seconds ago "well if my boyfriends involved i think i does, hi Tom" The girl says kissing the boys cheek before sitting down.

"Wait aren't you supposed to be on tour right now" The girl questions "yes i am, and i was asking your dad if you could come along but he's not agreeing" Tom says frustrated rubbing his hand over his face "Oh you little-" "okay, you two go up to ___ room ill be there in a second i need to talk to your dad first" ___ mother says calm and collected, very over this discussion.

Before her dad could argue against it they bolt down the hall and close the door shut. They talk for a while saying things about how they would text and call whenever they can before Tom had a great idea.

"Why dont you just run away and come we could leave right now" Tom says chipper thinking is was one of the best ideas in the world "No Tom, thats a stupid idea my dad will kill you and then me for even going along with that plan" ___ whines back.

"My dad already doesn't like you why do you think that wold be a good idea" ___ pleads not wanting her boyfriend to not get even more hate then he already gets from her dad.

Just then her dad opens the door, Tom stands up ready to defend himself again. "Sit down down Tom, i dont trust, like or even want you in my house right now, ...but my daughter seems to really like you a lot so i suppose you can go" The kids start cheering only for it to be cut off "BUT, i need you to answer my questions okay" The boy nods dreads to short to tie up yet bouncing with his head.

"Will there be adult supervision?" the man questions "yes every bosy but from us will be adults" the boy very happy that she is able to come along.

"No alcohol, drugs or anything of the sorts on the bus" The man says eyebrow lifting, eyes squiting looking for any detail that could say that the boy was lying to him. "Nope sir, the only people what would have alcohol would be the adults, they wont give anything to us dont worry" they young boy adds trying to better his chances at getting her dad to like him.

The older man huffs "fine but i want you to know Tom im not fully agreeing to this, ___ mum is the only reason why ___ coming with you dont think i like you right now" "i understand sir" Tom nods

"___ pack your things you need to leave in like an hour, hurry up" the man says nonchalantly over his shoulder.

Time skip

"Thank you so much mum and dad i love you see you in a couple weeks" The young girls says the excitement bubbling in her voice " Thank you ma'am and sir promise shes in good hands" The boy says "yeah she better be" the man huffs "you two be safe and careful, wish you good luck to you and your band Tom" ___ mother says with a warm smile on her face " Thank you, hope we do good aswell" the pair wave as they close the door behind them.

"He called me Tom not boy, Ahhh i think im warming up to him" the girl giggles at what the young boy says walking to the tour bus hand in hand.

Hope yall like, sorry i havent done TH in a while most of my request are Manzini its a bit hard to write for him tho but i try my best

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut

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discocactusblogs · 3 years

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Heather- Jason Todd x Chubby Reader Pt.1

{Author's Note: _____ is a blank to put your name}

"Girl, just tell him!" Barbara whispered and nudged me towards my best friend, Jason Todd aka Robin, the boy wonder.

I had found out about him being Batman's sidekick when we were 13, shortly after he became Robin.

"Easy for you to say! Look at you! You're gorgeous! You're fit and thin and redheaded! Just look at me… I'm...not so fit... I'm chubby. I'm a plain bagel. I'm not ugly but I'm not exactly pretty either." I sighed and gestured to my chubby body.

" ______, I know what I'm telling you. Just tell him." She sighed. "Besides, you're gorgeous too! And very intelligent and mature for a fifteen-year-old!" Barbara smiled, holding up a banana like a wand.

"As if. What guy my age sees a girl and goes, 'What a lovely personality?' Get real Babs, no one wants a plain bagel." I shrugged.

"Welp, I gotta get going or I'll be late for work. But trust me, he won't turn you away." She turned away, obviously knowing something I didn't.

"Hey _____!" Jason spoke as he walked up to me from the curb of the grocery store, I had gone to buy some fruit my mom had told me to get.

"Hey Jay." I sighed with a slight blush on my cheeks.

"Are you okay? It's kinda cold today… Where's your jacket?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"My jacket!" I gasped. "I forgot it at school!"

"School's closed now. They just locked the gate." He replied with a shrug.

"My mom's going to kill me. That's the only jacket I have!" My eyes watered, knowing my mother was going to be furious with me when I got home.

"Take mine then. I have others at home." He unzipped his hoodie.

"N-no. It's fine. I can get it Monday from school." I spoke softly while staring at the ground.

He draped his jacket over my shoulders. "I said, take it. Besides, it looks better on you than me. It goes well with your hair color. Here, let me hold your stuff so you can get it on." He smirked, knowing I wouldn't refuse if he spoke sternly with me. He took the bag from my hands and I looked at him. "Zip. It. Up." He frowned.

"Yes sir." I put my arms in the jacket and zipped it up. He was bigger and bulkier than I was, so the jacket fit me rather loosely and was down to my mid thighs but it was comfortable and warm. Much warmer than the jackets and sweaters I had before.

"Hm… keep it. I know your dad hasn't been working a lot lately. It gets pretty cold so you can keep that one. Bruce got me some others at home. Just don't tell anyone, got it? I only share with you because I've known you since we were kids. You took care of me so I'm taking care of you." He looked at me, handing back the bag of fruit. "Now, don't think I'm getting soft or being a gentleman. You're still carrying your stuff." He smirked.

I smiled and chuckled. "Thanks." I took the bag and walked down the street with him.

"Hi Jason!" An annoying voice called out from the ice cream shop.

"Hm? Oh, hey Heather." Jason turned around and seemed slightly irritated.

"Are you going to the pep rally tonight?" Heather asked with fluttering eyelashes. She was Jason's girlfriend.

Dark hair, slim figure, bright eyes, how could I compete with that?

"Uh, no." He replied flatly.

"Why not, I'm going to be performing!" She countered.

"I'm just not feeling it. I don't like pep rallies." He shrugged. "Not my thing."

"Okay then. Wanna get some ice cream?" She asked.

"Go ahead and go home ______, I'll catch up later." He looked apologetically at me and walked across the street.

I nodded and kept walking.

I watched as Heather smiled and hugged him.

It hurt.

He was dating her and she was so sweet. Everyone loved her so, I can see why he did too. She always had a smile on her face.

I kept walking, tears stinging my eyes. There's no way I could ever be like her. He liked her more and would run to her at the drop of a hat.

Arriving at home, I stepped inside. "Hey mom! I'm back!" I set the bag on the counter.

"Oh good! Make sure you do your homework!"

"Yes ma'am!" I sigh and go up to my room, closing the door.

Out of instinct, I called my friend, Valerie.

"A simple solution to your problem is to play spin the bottle or something." She teased.

"Why would he ever kiss me? I'm nowhere near as pretty as Heather!" I clutch the sleeves of the hoodie before taking it off and throwing it onto my bed.

"He gave her his sweater." My eyes watered as I told her what had happened at school that day.

"The black one or the fake polyester one?" Valerie asked.

"The black one."

"Oh dear. I'll be right over." She hung up.

"Is it wrong to wish she were dead?" I chuckled softly when Valerie came through my bedroom door.

"Yes. It's your jealousy and I'm gonna chop off your legs if you continue on this path, Anakin." Valerie smirked.

"Dude, I was kidding." I turn in my swivel chair.

"Yeah, it was a failed attempt at a joke. I'm sorry about Jason. If it makes you feel better, Bradley dumped me." She looked at the ground.

"Here's the plan, I drive the car and Jason shoves him into the road and we make it look like an accident." I spoke whilst drawing out the plan.

"Don't worry about it."

"Worry about what?" Jason walked in.

"Oh, you came!" Valerie smiled.

I looked at her, what a traitor.

"So, I heard you gave Heather your sweater!"

"This one?" He held up said object. "Eh, we broke up. She liked someone else and so did I." He sat on a beanbag chair.

"Wait what? But you really liked her and she's so nice!" I exclaim in shock.

"Relax ______, it was mutual." He chuckled. "There's actually something I came to talk to you about." He seemed nervous, his cheeks tinting red and so were the tips of his ears.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'll go get water." Valerie got up, stretched and went downstairs.

"I don't know how to say this. This is difficult for me but… I'm sorry. I don't want to be your friend anymore." He sighed.

My eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Yeah. I'm...tired of it." He stood up.

"But Jason, you're my best friend!"

"I know. Hey, do you know what material this shirt is?" He checked his shirt.

"Jason, now's not the time-"

"Answer!"

"I don't know! Cotton, maybe?!" I was growing panicked and my eyes were stinging with tears.

"Wrong, it's boyfriend material. And so is that hoodie." He smirked.

I stood in silence.

"What?" He asked.

"Jason Peter Todd, are you...asking me to be your girlfriend????" I stood, mouth agape in shock.

He smirked and nodded. "Sure thing buttercup! I... love you." His face turned beet red.

"Why? I'm not pretty. I'm not slim or fit or anything-"

"Because you're smart, and cute, you're kind and brave. You're so cool too and geek out with me. We both nerd out over science stuff and books. What's not to love???" The look on his face was one of pure confusion, as if the answer was as clear as day.

"Jason, I love you too." I spoke in a hushed whispers as a few years fell from my eyes.

"Don't cry! Why are you crying???"

"I'm just happy! I've liked you for so long!"

"So have I but I'm not crying!"

"I didn't think you'd like me because I'm chubby!"

"What?! You think I'm that shallow? I'm offended!"

"Jay and ______ sitting in a tree~" Valerie teased from the doorway.

"Val!" We exclaimed in unison, Jay pulling me into a side hug.

"Fine! I'mma head out!" She grabbed her backpack and left.

A few days later, Jason was going to leave for a mission that I didn't want him to go on. I knew how dangerous it was for him to go alone.

"I'm leaving...for Bosnia. Bats needs my help." He looked at me sadly.

"Jay, please. Don't go. What if something happens?" I pleaded, clutching onto him tightly.

It was only a few days ago that he confessed to me and we were trying to figure out where to go with our relationship, which led to this argument.

"I'll come back. I promise." He kissed the top of my head. "Love ya." He smirked. His forest green eyes shone in the sunlight like an emerald.

He seemed so confident that he would be okay.

"Jason, no! I have a bad feeling you're not coming back!" I pleaded harshly, grabbing his wrist and asking him to stay.

"I'm just going to meet my birth mom, I'll be fine!" He assured me. "Here, hold onto my jacket for me." He took off his leather jacket and handed it to me.

I nodded with tears escaping the corners of my eyes. "I love you Jason…" I said as I watched him hop into the car and leave. Little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw him.

I kept that jacket with me at all times after that.

A few weeks went by without a word from Jason and the pit on my stomach only grew, the only thing keeping me sane was the scent of his cologne on his jacket that lingered still.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to go to Wayne Manor and ask if anyone's heard from Jason. It was then my heart shattered into pieces.

"Miss ______, I am so terribly sorry. I thought someone had already told you… Master Jason died last week." Alfred sat me down at the kitchen counter for tea.

My eyes widened and the porcelain teacup fell from my hand, shattering onto the tile floor. Tears flowed from my eyes like a cerulean waterfall. "No one told me!" I shouted, falling to my knees to clean up the mess with blurry eyes.

"Miss ______, I can get it." Alfred stopped me, only to realize I was bleeding from a deep cut from a glass shard on the top of my hand, a cut that would leave a scar for years to come.

"He can't be dead… he promised he would come back." I whispered, not even flinching from the cut.

"Here, allow me to tend to that." Alfred took out the first aid kit and cleaned the wound, giving it a few stitches.

"How…?" I asked, flinching from pain.

"... The Joker. Master Bruce didn't make it in time." He replied, the sorrow evident in his tone.

I nodded and thanked him for the help and the tea.

"Send a car to take her home." I heard Bruce from the doorway.

"Right away, Master Bruce." Alfred excused himself.

"His funeral is this Saturday if you'd like to come." Bruce turned away from me.

"I'll be there. Time?"

"Noon."

"See you then."

When the funeral finally took place, the reality of Jason's death set in. He wasn't coming back like he promised. I left a rose on his casket and bawled as I watched them lower the casket with my best friend and love of my life, into the dark, cold ground and with it, my heart.

"You promised." I whispered to myself, looking away from the scene. It was then I decided I wanted to be a nurse to help heal people.

Five years later, my dream of being a nurse was nearly achieved. I was two years away from graduating and I went to visit Jason every day on the way home from work. I still lived with my parents since I was a student at the local university, thanks to Bruce.

When I approached the door, that's when I saw it. A single rose on the bench outside the door along with a cryptic letter. 'Hang in there.' it said with a happy face at the end.

I was stumped but the notes and roses kept happening at least once a week and they soon came every day. At least, until the night that would change my life forever.

(Part Two)

(Masterlist)

#jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #batfam #red hood #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #batfam fanfic

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milk-carton-whump · 2 years

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Yet another oc, who would've predicted that?

*Edit: thanks to all four of you who are tagged for helping me with figuring this out. Yall are always a huge help and I absolutely adore you for it.

Tagging: @cowboy-anon @unicornscotty @sideblogformindtrash @tears-and-lilies

CW: pet whump, pet whumpee, multiple whumpees, pet whump training, collar, mild dehumanization

A hesitant knock on the door roused him from his sleep, his threadbare and worn through dog bed barely provided him comfort anymore. He stretched as he got up, a tag jingling from his collar. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he opened the door to be met with a woman and her clearly annoyed pet held by her side with a tight leash.

"Hello ma'am, are you here to drop your pet off for training?... um… and I hope you've filled out the paperwork?" He asked, his voice soft and tired.

She leaned in to get a better look at his tag before responding.

"Blondie?... yes everything is in order, your master is going to train Scout to be a perfect little pet, right?" She said while yanking on the leash, choking Scout.

"Yes ma'am… I can take him for you… it'll be about a month then you can come pick him up." He said while holding out his hands for the leash.

The woman hesitated before handing over the leash, worried that he might let her pet go. However, Blondie's owner had an excellent review and several comments had mentioned the sweet blonde pet that greeted them upon drop-off and pick-up. She had little choice but to trust him.

Blondie smiled at her as he took hold of the leash and led the other pet inside. As soon as the door closed, the blonde boy dropped the pleasant smile he'd had on his face. He always hated trying to please those people, the owners and masters.

"...i… I'm really sorry about this… and everything that's coming. It's easier if you just follow the orders." Blondie said to the other pet as he stopped in front of a wire cage that was next to another one with a trembling blindfolded pet inside.

"What?? Why are you doing this...helping them?? What's wrong with you?" Scout snapped but lowered his voice at Blondie's panicked expression.

"I… don't you think I've tried? I'm trying to help you, please remember what I said."

The other pet held themselves and turned their head toward the voices. They crept blindly toward the bars of their cage.

"Blondie?.... please…. Help us." They pleaded in a hoarse whisper.

"You know I can't do that, Clover… now hush.. You'll hurt your voice more." Blondie warned carefully.

Clover only quietly nodded and went back to hugging themselves. The new pet looked down at the wire kennel, clearly pissed off and nervous. He took a long hesitant moment before carefully getting down on his hands and knees to climb into the cage, he knew Blondie was just doing his job.

The cage door locked and the blonde pet made his way upstairs, carefully taking one step at a time until he reached his Master's door. He always found this part to be absolutely terrifying, his hand had barely knocked on the bedroom door when it suddenly flung open.

"What the fuck do you want, Blondie?" His master snapped as he slapped him hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side and he offered up a quiet whine, just as his master liked. He slowly turned his face back forward but kept his eyes down.

"Sir, Scout is here for his training… he's in kennel two for you." He said quietly.

"Oh, good job." Damien said as he ruffled the wavy blonde hair, making the boy flinch.

Blondie smiled and leaned into the touch. He followed the man as he pushed past him and went downstairs.

#pet whump #pet whumpee #training #multiple whumpees #mild dehumanization #collar #Blondie

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erzaguin · 3 years

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Huntmira After: Chapter 2

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“I’m scared,” mumbled Steve. “The look in her eyes is really unsettling.”

"Why does she keep side eyeing us?"

"I don't think she's looking at us."

“Her laugh is creeping me out. I don't know how much longer I can take this.”

“Captain, maybe you should say something” suggested one of the guards in a hushed tone.

It had been hours since the masquerade ball had ended. All of the guests had already left and they had been assigned with clean up duty with Kikimora supervising them. Although currently all of the guards were feeling extremely uncomfortable due to her current behavior.

She kept mumbling under her breath too fast and low for them to make out what she was saying. She kept looking around almost like she was expecting someone to jump out at her. She had an almost crazed look in her eyes which made her sudden bursts of laughter seem maniacal. The guards were afraid that she had finally lost it and would randomly attack one of them.

The captain looked at the other guards who looked completely disheveled by their commander's odd behavior. She let out a sigh before making her way to Kikimora. She was responsible for every individual in her unit which also included Kikimora. It was her duty to make sure everyone was ok no matter how much she didn't want to.

She cleared her throat to get Kikimora's attention "Ma'am…"

“Hehehe this is so wonderful?! The Golden Guard made a complete fool of himself.” giggled Kikimora “Did you see? One dance with a girl he just met and he turns into a complete fool. He was so embarrassed after I pointed out he had lipstick on his helmet that he went to hide in his room" laughed Kikimora.

So that's why she's been acting so weird. Kikimora always seems to lose herself when it comes to matters involving the Golden Guard. Though she was right about one thing after the dance the Golden Guard disappeared and nobody has seen him since.

"After tonight I’m sure Emperor Belos will realize how incompentet that brat is and how I am clearly far superior." gleed Kikimora who looked to be doing a little jig. "You'll see that come tomorrow I'll be promoted!"

Hunter

"I can't believe that happened. Wait what if it didn't happen and it was all in my head" mumbled Hunter to himself as he continued pacing back and forth in his room.

It had already been some time since the ball had ended and he still had a hard time believing that he had spent most of the night dancing with Em. He couldn't help but blush whenever he recalled the events of the night.

"I can't believe I kissed her" the sudden realization almost completely filled him with dread.

"What if she thinks I'm a creep now? She's probably mad at me," he was interrupted by a chirping sound coming from the small red feathered bird sitting on his bed.

Hunter's expression visibly softened at the sound of his companion.

"You're right she did kiss me back," he said as he smiled to himself. "I still can't believe you tagged along."

In response he received more chirping sounds from his small friend. The little rascal had followed Hunter without him noticing. It wasn't until he had jumped on Hunter's head to meet Emira that he found out he had tagged along. Apparently he has been very excited to meet her after hearing Hunter speaking about her.

"You and I need to have a conversation about boundaries some time" noted Hunter as he took a seat on the bed next to his friend.

". . .So do you think she likes me?" asked Hunter looking down at his boots so his friend couldn't see his eyes.

The question earned him a sharp peck to the head from his companion who seemed to be angry at Hunter's self doubt. He had never really liked seeing Hunter being down and now that he could understand him he made no attempt to hold back his opinions.

"Ouch ok I get it no need to be so aggressive." said Hunter as he nursed his head.

His companion settled back down on the bed and started chirping away. Scolding Hunter for doubting Emira’s feelings for him especially after tonight.

He had to give it to the little guy he really knew how to get through to him. He really helped in keeping negative thoughts away.

Hunter took a deep breath to steady himself and released it. "You're right buddy, thanks," he said as he gave the little bird a gentle pat on his head.

Just then there was a sudden knock on the door which sent the little palisman into hiding. It was important that nobody found out about the palisman. If Emperor Belos where to find him no Hunter did not even want to think about that.

"Who is it?" responded Hunter after making sure his friend was out of sight.

From the other side of the door came a voice that stated "Sir Emperor Belos wishes to speak to you." Hunter relaxed once he realized it was just a guard.

Even though he had already changed into his regular uniform hours ago he still made sure that he looked presentable before stepping towards the door. If he was going to meet with Emperor Belos he had to make sure that everything was in order.

Hunter opened the door to find one of the guards standing there doing his best not to make eye contact with him. "Thanks you are dismissed" said Hunter in an authoritative tone.

The guard, who seemed to have been startled by Hunter opening the door forcefully and closing it quickly behind him, gave Hunter an awkward solute before scurrying off. What can you expect even if he was young he was still Emperor Belos' right hand man. A lot of the guards felt intimidated being in his presence and Hunter’s deminor did not help to ease their nerves about him.

As Hunter made his way to his uncle's throne room he kept thinking about how upset he must be. He was not surprised that his uncle had called for him. In fact he had been expecting it. He had completely disappeared after his first dance with Emira and never came back to his post.

"Way to fo Hunter he probably thinks you were too embarrassed to come back out" thought Hunter to himself as he came face to face with the doors of his uncle's room. He was about to knock on the door before stopping. In that instant he was completely consumed by the sudden sense of dread. The realization that Emperor Belos might be angry at him had just hit him. He could be in serious trouble. What if he retaliated against Emira? He knew who she was? If his uncle was mad enough at him he could do it and get away with it. No, he had to make sure to keep her safe. Even if it meant never being able to see her again.

He was brought back by the sound of the door in front of him opening. The small surge of defines he had felt at the thought of Emira getting hurt was completely overtaken by the fear he felt at that moment.

“Come in Hunter” came a voice from inside the room.

Hunter hesitated for a moment before making his way inside and closing the door behind him.

“Come let me take a good look at you” said Belos as he becond his nephew forward. He was not wearing his mask anymore. He was dressed in his casual robes which was rare to see. Hunter always felt more comfortable speaking to his uncle when he did not have the mask on so seeing him now made his nerves settle a little. He made his way forward to his uncle who placed his hands on his shoulders.

“So, you had your first kiss” noted Belos with a warm smile on his face and an almost childish joy in his eyes. Hunter felt his face grow warm and found himself at a loss for words. But just as fast he felt the blood drain out of his body.. Was he teasing him? How did he know that he had kissed Emira? Ed had created an illusion so that nobody could see them. How did he know? Did he see? Does he know about my palisman too?

“I would not have thought you would have become smitten after just one dance and a kiss on your helmet” teased his uncle. “You know after that dance you disappeared but I couldn’t help but notice that so did she. Tell me, did you return to the party?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

If someone were to enter the room at this moment they might have interrupted this as a tender moment between him and his uncle but the tension Hunter was feeling was so intense he could hardly breath. He was not sure if the kiss his uncle meant was the one Emira had given him in front of everyone. How much did his uncle know? Lying to him would be dangerous especially if he knew more than what he was letting on. Besides, Hunter had never been able to lie to him.

“I..um… yes I did” started Hunter feeling his face growing hot again. “I wanted to ask her to dance not as the Golden Guard but as Hunter.” he mumbled, unable to make eye contact with his uncle. “Her brother created an illusion to keep us concealed and we ended up dancing for the rest of the night.” Hunter tried to focus all of his concentration on keeping his breathing steady.

“I see well I am glad that you followed my order to have fun” he said, placing a hand on Hunter's head, “but i'm sure that dancing was not the only thing you did.” added his uncle in a tone that made Hunter’s veins turn to ice. His mind was racing trying to come up with a response for his uncle but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his uncle ruffling his hair as he let out a warm laugh.

“So you really did get your first kiss tonight?” he continued to laugh as he made his way to take a seat on his throne. “I have to hand it to you, you really do know how to follow an order.”

Hunter was beginning to feel light headed due to the emotional whiplash. He could never read his Uncle. Talking to him always felt like he was treading through a minefield filled with live and fake bombs.

“You know when I said that I wanted for you to stay safe it was not to punish you but to keep you out of harm's way. The titan has big plans for you Hunter so until the day of unity arrives you have to stay safe. So starting tomorrow you will be reassigned.” noted Belos in a somber tone.

“But sir,” started Hunter but stopped as soon as his uncle lifted a hand signaling silence. “As I was saying, starting tomorrow your new mission will be to find the Blight girl..." Hunter felt his heart drop at his uncle's mention of Emira. A thousand thoughts filled his head in that instant but he clenched his fists in an attempt to restrain himself. “...and ask her out on a date.” finished Belos with a soft smile on his face.

“Sir?” Hunter’s mind was spinning. Did he hear that right? No that couldn't be. Did his uncle just order him to ask Emira on a date?

“Who knows how many days of peace we will know once the day of unity arrives. Go enjoy the few days you have left. Now go it’s late and I need my rest.” stated Belos as he dismissed Hunter.

“Yes Emperor Belos,” responded Hunter with a bow before quickly making his way. He walked back to his room in a daze trying to make sense of what had just happened. Was he that disappointed in him that he no longer wanted to send him on missions? Or did he honestly want to keep him safe and happy. This was very unlike his uncle and Hunter was sure that there had to be a bigger motive for his actions.

Upon reaching his room he confided in his palisman everything that had happened with his uncle. The small bird convinced Hunter to not overthink things and to ask Emira out on a date.

“I don't know, it doesn't feel right to just send her a message. What do you think?”

The small bird responded to this with a few chirping sounds.

“That’s actually a really good idea. I think she would like that a lot.” noted Hunter as he took out a pen and paper to write a letter to Emira.

Once he was done he attached the letter to the small palismans foot.

“Ok buddy I’m counting on you.”

#the owl house #emira blight #huntmira #toh hunter #toh fanfic #kikimora #emperor belos

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tazanna-blythe · 3 years

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Done

Chapter 5

~Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie~

"Wellcome ladies so how's school?" Sabine said with a motherly smile smile then placing a freshly baked Croissants on the table.

"Where fine, just another day at the clown house, I swear that our classmates have no brain cells not one of them "Chloe said while spreading butter on her croissant then without any hesitation she ate it.

"I beg to differ dear but i think they still have one connecting brain cell,seeing as they are one and no one can break their bond"Mari and she also ate the croissant happily

"So Dumb,Dumber,Dumbest then? or all equally dumb?" Chloe mumble (she took another bite on her food)

"No it's like they all have an on and off button for their reasoning and common sense and Liela has the button" Mari

"And She uses her sausage her as an antenna the give them signals hahahahahahahhaha"Chloe

"Ladies that's not nice besides everyone has their own preference or style that they think is fashionable ... all though i wanna know who told her having a sausage as an inspiration for a hairstyle especially when she moves her head she looks like a paddle ball a had when i was a kid" Sabine

both Chloe and Marinette bust into laughter

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Collège Françoise Dupont Clinic

*Bell *

Adrien is still sleeping soundly and the kind nurse doesn't want to wake him up and clearly from how pale his face is and how dark his eye bags are and how bone to skin he is, she made a decision to call his guardians to pick him up and have him take a proper rest and some good soul food too judging by how boney he is. this child is a model she understands this but this is to much and it has a medical term called MALNUTRITION so she's not gonna stand by and do nothing.

So she quietly and gentle as she can took photos and notes on Adrien body. because he is wearing a plain white T-shirt and a loose pants all she has to do is hold some of the cloth of the T-shirt to make it tight to show how small and boney he is and she all so did the same thing to the pants. His wearing a T-shirt so his some of is upper arm is shone so the nurse took a measuring tape and measure his arms and leg. And lastly because of the akuma attacks the School funds for the clinic doubled and because of this most of their equipments are brand new and the latest model so the bed has a scale built in it so she took his weight and height. and all of this is recorded in the clinic's CCTV camera she made sure of it.

After all that is done she neatly filed this info on her computer and flash drive then she called his guardians. fortunately for him his father and his assistant is so busy that they cannot answer their phone so it was Gorilla who was called to pick him up.

When Gorilla arrived the nurse was so scared of him she almost scream in fear when he suddenly appeared in front of her luckily she didn't.

"Hello Sir. how can i help you" Nurse

"Hi my name is SImon and I'm here to pick up Adrien" Gorilla (HIS NAME IS SIMON OH MY GOSH I JUST FOUND OUT TODAY!!!)

"Hi my name is Katty and I'm the school nurse nice to meet you"

"Likewise"

"Im sorry but before I hand over Adrien to you i need to see your IDs please"

"Sure"

"Ok it seems that everything is in order then you may take him home, and also my advice is to keep him stress free, eat and sleep more cause we don't want him to suddenly collapse now do we"

"Yes ma'am"

Then Gorilla slowly and Gently picked up Adrien like a porcelain princess and took his backpack/sling bag and went home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Collège Françoise Dupont Gym

"Ok class since Adrien is sick we need to still proceed to class. Now, I want all of you to make two lines.One for boys and one for the girls CHOP ChOP!!! " Gym teacher

“Um Sir. What about lila??” Rose

“What about her?“

“Lila Sprained her risk and ankle so she cant stand very long“ Alya

“Ok then Who’s Lila, Raise your good arm“

“Sir. I’m Lila Rossi“ Liela replied with a small smile and leaning into her left foot for effect

The Teacher saw her and slowly walk towards her while inspecting her body for injuries

“Which foot is sprained and which arm?“

“My right foot and arm sir “Liela said weakly.

“Can i check your arm and foot?“ The Teacher ask nicely

“Yes of course“

So someone brought a chair for her to sit while the Gym Teacher inspect her injuries

“Awww, Aw aw aw awaaa that hurts“ Liela cries dramatically like a spoiled dog. While the Teacher was just holding her arm not doing anything other than carrying it like a sausage

“Ok then Lila where's your medical note seeing as this is a “BIG INJURY” your parents shouldn't have let you go to school?“ The Teacher looking and talking to her like a person would to a two year old

“My Dad left us since i was young and my Mom is so busy that she’d forgotten about me“ Liela said sadly trying to make her tears drop not realizing that the teacher don't buy it

“Hush now don't cry dear I’m sure your mom is just tired now why don't you sit here and be quiet while all of us start the class,O.K“

“Yes sir“ with a final fake sob she smile at the Teacher.

“Ok,now two lines people, great now everybody just jog 20 laps then you are dismissed.But remember do not break your line and JOG NOT RUN OK ALIX AND KIM! if i see any of you break your line or run i’ll make everyone do 15 jumping jacks then additional 10 laps. Am I Clear! “

“Yes,Sir!!“ the Students then do as they were told while lila stayed seated smiling at her small victory and proceeds play on her phone and to search for more things to lie to make her even more popular.

While everybody was busy doing their task no one noticed the Gym Teacher also take’s his phone and contacted the School Nurse asking for Lila’s medical records and telling her what happen today.

Faking an injury to a teacher who was an athlete himself was a big No No but he cant just outed the child right then and there because she’ll get emotional and he doesn't want to cause another akuma.He’ll just do it the old fashion way... Making the parents discipline their own child. but first he needed her records.

“Did you just see what i just witness?“ Chloe while looking at her exhausted classmates after they finished 20 laps.

“What?“ Mari while handling her a bottle of cold water

“You really didn’t see that?,Thanks“

“You mean Liela’s ridiculous lie then yeah and so?“

“So? So?, Mari she just gotten away with it and it wasn’t even a good lie and acting“

“No, I don’t think she did“

“Huh?! Would her majesty care to explain?“

“Our gym Teacher is an Athlete who won medals in his time. He out of everyone here would have known just by looking at someone if they have any physical injuries“

“So he just let her go?“

“No. I don't think he would so let's just watch and see what he'll do, besides if he really fell for it then his just another idiot who needs to be replaced” Marinette said as she and Chloe backed their bags and left.

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“Hey Nino do you have any info about Adrien??“ Alix

“Yeah Nino what happen to him?, you were the last person we saw with him?“ Alya

“Well he looked sick so i send him to the clinic, I didn't know that he was that sick“ Nino

“Well I Just hope he gets better“ Alix

“So has anyone gotten started researching yet??“Alya

“Nope we were just hoping that will do it together like in a slumber party?“ Rose

“Actually that’s not bad soo who's house are we going?“Juleka

“What are you guys talking about? and where are we going?“ Liela walked to them when she saw her minions talking without her and of course she was escorted by the ever loyal dog Kim

“I umm“ Juleka

“Yeah where are we going?“ Kim

Everyone was looking at each other knowing that they can fool kim but not Lila.

“Well-“ Alya

“We were planning on a slumber party tonight but we haven't decided where will be staying?“Juleka

“Oh!! why don't we stay at my place my parents arent how so i have are house all to myself and you guys don't have to bring anything with you because and my parents just went to the supermarket yesterday“ Rose

“Really that's great so it's settled will head home pack then will go directly to Rose’s house“ Alya

“Great I can't wait to spend time with my very BEST FRIENDS! but aren't we gonna invite Marinette and Chloe?“ Liela

“No need they’ll just destroy and ruined the party. So what are we waiting for let GOOOOOO!!!“ Alya

After that everyone started packing their bags and left to their respective homes with a smile on their faces.

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 years

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do you think the companions have a closet of like. flea and tick preventing stuff/medicine somewhere

Imagine someone opens that closet and they don’t know about the werewolf thing and they ask someone “hey why do we have all this dog stuff??? Where are the dogs???”

Hey, not only do I think that, I think it's entirely possible that they have their own mini veterinary closet, including the dog treats. The dog treats are the most important.

I'd like to thank you, though, because as soon as I read this ask, my mind start buzzing, or yipping, as the little dogs, might, and, well. . .

Chasing Tails, or Why is the Circle Like This?

Lucia's sure taking a long time . . .

Lars fidgeted in his seat at the end of the table, casting his eyes once again to the stairwell that led down to the Companions' living quarters. It wasn't the first time he'd sat around their hearth to wait on his best friend and it definitely wouldn't be the last, he was sure, but he always felt a little nervous sitting by himself as large warriors with huge blades went about their business around him. Eating, drinking, laughing . . . wrestling. The first time he'd seen Lucia's papa and uncle get into an all out brawl there on the hearth stones, he'd had the shakes until long after his grandma tucked him into bed.

A thud on the table startled the boy from his thoughts. "Here, kid, watch this for me, will you?" Lars stared wide-eyed as Ria, who was generally the nicest out of all the Companions — aside from Lucia, who insisted she was one despite only being ten — darted back up the steps and out the double doors to the Winds District. Not a moment later, the doors from the training yard banged open as Njada Stonearm — who was definitely the meanest Companion — barged in, eyes aflame like the hearth. Lars shrank back in his seat.

"Ria!" her voice echoed above the crack of the fire and the murmur of a few others talking across the room.

"Not here," called Athis, snickering.

"Jus' missed 'er," slurred Torvar.

A growl left the Nord woman's throat as her eyes swivelled round and landed on Lars, who was peaking out from behind the large satchel Ria'd left on the table. The boy's eyes bulged in horror as she took three long strides and arrived beside him, arms crossed under a face painted with a harsh scowl.

(Sometimes, a lot of times, Lars wished he was brave enough to ask Njada Stonearm to beat up Braith, but he had the feeling she'd either laugh him off — or worse, encourage the Redguard girl to redouble her efforts to kick his—)

"—dumped this here, huh?"

"W-wha—"

A hand, large and strong enough to crush his skull, shook the bag in front of him. "Ria left this here, didn't she?"

"Ye-yeah—"

"Quit mumbling!"

"Y-yes sir, I, I mean ma'am!"

If anyone ever looked absolutely done with the world, it was Njada Stonearm in that moment. Lars squirmed under her glare, but said no more, and the Nord woman grumbled under her breath. "I've gotta hunt down that rabbit brained . . ." she trailed off, eyeing Lars with a cold interest. "You. Take this downstairs and put it in the Circles' supply closet."

Lars tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry, and he let out a strangled cough instead. He choked a gasp when Njada Stonearm thumped him on the back. "Get going, kid," she said as she turned on her heel and marched out the same doors Ria fled through earlier.

With shaking legs, Lars got to his feet and hefted the satchel into his arms. There was a faint clink! clink! of glass, and he wondered if it was some kind of fancy reserve just for the Circle. He knew Lucia's mama was fond of Imperial brandies, so maybe that was it?

He crossed the hall, an easy task as Athis and Torvar promptly went back into their cups once Njada Stonearm had redirected her ire to Lars and so they didn't bother him. It was when he got to the stairs that the wobble in his knees became a full shake. Braith often told him he was infected with the Rattles and no one bothered telling him because it was more fun to watch him convulse like a half dead draugr. Sometimes, like right now for instance, he almost believed her.

One of the men barked a laugh, Lars wasn't sure which, but it jarred his limbs into motion; he eased his way down the wooden stairs, scared every moment that he'd trip, fall, and anger not only Njada Stonearm, but the whole Circle as well. His heart lodged in his throat. If he broke the bottles and made a mess of their contents, would he ever be allowed back in Jorrvaskr? Would he ever get to play with Lucia again?

The heavy door into the basement quarters was an almost reassuring barrier to the boy as he aligned his back with it, arms full of the satchel's awkward bulk. With a grunt, he thrust back, and the door creaked slowly open. When it was wide enough, he slipped around the dense oak, and once again hesitated. Now where? He didn't actually know where the Circles' supply closet was. Though, he thought, shifting from foot to foot with the wide hall empty before him, it might be down near the Circles' private quarters.

The supply closet wasn't really the difficult to find, being one of the few closed doors at the end. The other was the door to the Harbinger's room, but that'd been shut for months since . . . Lars swallowed, coughed again, and with the bag balanced precariously in one arm under his chin, he opened the door.

"What're you doing?"

"Gah!" Lars teetered forward, and if it weren't for Lucia's hand clenching the back of his shirt, he'd have fallen face first into—

"Um, better question: why do your parents' have a closet full of pet care products?" Lars asked, once he was steady on his feet and able to take in the concents of the supply closet.

Beside him, Lucia's face scrunched in clear confusion. Shelves on shelves of bottles, bright yellow and each marked with a label depicting some kind of nasty insect underneath a vivid red X, filled the majority of their vision. Lars' arms almost went slack under the weight of the bag. Was he carrying more of that stuff? Flea and tick repellent? Below the shelves was a stack of huge sacks that smelled a little too strongly of dried meat. Was that—?

"What's all this for?"

Lars gaped at Lucia. "You mean, you don't know?"

She shook her head, teeth gnawing her lip.

"Lucia? Lass, what are you doing in the closet?"

The two kids whirled around to find Lucia's uncle striding down the hall toward them. In a blur, Lucia sprinted to him, and, grabbing at his gauntlet clad arm, hung on for dear life. "Uncle Vilkas! Uncle Vilkas! Did you know about the pet medicine? Are those bags full of doggy treats? Oh! Is Mama getting me a puppy? Is that why she left for Markarth yesterday? Is she getting me a war dog so I can take him with me when I'm doing contracts? I've always wanted a puppy! The Circle always goes and visits the Jarl's kennels and I never get to go!"

"What—"

"I mean, why else do Mama and Papa always smell like they've been rolling around in a dog bed whenever they come back in before breakfast? Or when they're sneaking in during the middle of the night? Or when—"

"Lucia! What are you talking about, lass?" Vilkas, at last, cut in.

"Oh! Well, I was consalt— consulk—"

"Consulting," her uncle supplied.

"Yeah, consulting my beasty, beast, uh, animal guide before I came looking for Lars 'cause we're gonna go hunt goblins in his mom's vegetable garden when I found him in the Circles' closet, which I thought was weird because I thought this was where Papa was hiding Mama's New Life present — so maybe Papa is getting Mama the puppy? — but I didn't get to ask Lars why 'cause he was about to crash into the shelves, and then I'd have had to help him clean up the mess, and I'd rather go hunt the goblins than do chores, so . . ." Lucia rambled on, fast as a dartwing. All the while Vilkas nodded along to what she said, before at length raising a hand to hush her, his pale eyes resting on Lars. The young boy felt his knees start to wobble again.

"What's this, then?" Vilkas gestured to the bag.

"Uh, Njada Stonearm sent me down with it, sir. She um, she said to bring it to the Circles' supply closet . . ." By the end, Lars could barely hear his own voice, but whatever he heard seemed to placate Vilkas. The man took the satchel from Lars', the boy's thin arms falling limp with relief.

"I'll take care of this, Battle-Born. Lucia, you two run along," he said, holding the bag as easy in one hand as one might hold an apple. Lars couldn't help but feel a little envy at the dark warrior's ease and strength.

"Wait," Lucia's fingers twisted together around the hilt of her wooden sword. Lars hadn't even noticed she'd brought it. "I don't understand though! Is it a puppy? Is it Mama's? Will she share him? Uncle—"

Vilkas laughed. Lars never really heard the man laugh before. It was different from his brother's: deeper, richer, almost wolfish, whereas Farkas' laughter was a booming bark. The boy's brow creased at the comparisons, his eyes traveling to the inside of the closet again. There was more in there beside pet medicine and dog food, but before he could read anymore labels, Lucia's uncle shut the door and was ushering them down the hall a moment later.

"You'll know soon enough, lass. One day, when you're in the Circle yourself," he was saying.

"In the Circle? Myself?" Lucia's eyes glittered.

"Aye," Vilkas nodded. He pulled the basement door open and waved them up the stairs. "Then, and not a moment before. And lass?"

"Yes, Uncle?"

"While you're out hunting goblins, keep the little Battle-Born out of too much trouble, will you? Lad needs someone looking out for him." Lucia was already halfway up the stairs, but Vilkas could still reach to ruffle her dark ashy hair, and the girl preened under the attention.

Lars shifted about in embarrassment, but the Companion ignored him.

The two were halfway to his mother's garden, Lucia delivering a flash lecture on the nature of goblins, when a thought struck Lars, hitting him right between the eyes like Braith often did.

If the Companions didn't have any dogs, then why did he hear howling echo from Jorrvaskr at night?

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mickmarstookmyheart · 3 years

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Family Tour pt 4 (Trust Universe)

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Warnings: mentions of drug, alcohol

"(Y/N) will kill me. And I will kill you, bastards." Mick snapped as they were walking back to the hotel. How will he tell this to you? Well, he needed to find you first. He felt desperate and useless. That taxi could go anywhere and you could be anywhere.

"We all fucked it up, Mick. She will understand." Nikki said placing his hand on the guitarist's shoulder.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? This is not kind of small thing like we didn't appear at a concert, you idiot. A jerk kidnapped her daughter! Our daughter." He cried and rushed farther from the others on the street. Tommy sighed along with Steven. A knot formed in Mick's throat as he started to realize about the happenings. When he got back to the hotel an ambulance car was already parking in front of the building making him walk quicker upstairs. He followed the noise and pushed the people standing in the door to see something. He saw Axl, Izzy, and Doc also in the room looking concerned.

"I have already said a couple of times that I'm okay. Ouch." You hissed through your teeth when the parademic started to clean the wounds on your face.

"Sorry, ma'am but I need to clean it unless it will get infected." He insisted on continuing his job.

"(Y/N)?" Mick's eyes welled up seeing you. You glanced up at him and smiled while trying to stand up with all your effort. He caught you and hugged you so tight you couldn't even breathe but you didn't care. You snuggled in the crook of his neck and filled up your lungs with his scent. Your eyes were swollen up both from the bruise and now from the tears of happiness and relief caused.

"I thought he hurt you." You sniffed.

"Sh. I'm okay. I'm here." He pulled back to see what John had done to you. "I will kill him, (Y/N). For this."

"Not in front of cops." You joked when you saw two police officers entering the room.

"Good afternoon. Can we talk in private, miss?" One of them asked while the others left the room and you hushed the doctor away, too. Only Mick stayed behind you, his hand on your waist not letting you go although Mick's hand was shaking from the fear. "Can you tell us what happened to you? More importantly, who did this to you?"

"My ex-husband, John Smith. He had a kind of plan of kidnapping our daughter and he tried to get me out of the way."

"We are sorry to hear that he managed to. We will do everything to find her." The other one said.

"I'm sorry, officer, but I don't understand. What do you mean by he managed to?" You took a look back at Mick who was biting his lip and gripped your waist a bit tighter. He cleared his throat.

"Can we have a moment with my wife?" He asked looking at the officers who nodded and left the room.

"Mick. Where is Zoe?" You inquired turning to him so you could be face-to-face.

"Where is my daughter?!"

"John....that bastard took her away, okay?!" He screamed. "I couldn't do anything. We couldn't catch him, doesn't matter how hard we tried."

"What?" You lowered your voice stepping back from him. "You are telling me that he took her away and you let him do it?" You snapped.

"And you? What about you? Where were you?!" He raised his voice not believing you were blaming him.

"I was knocked out then fucking handcuffed to the bed!" You shouted.

"I think you should go in." Doc advised the officers who shared a look then entered the room hear you fighting.

"Ma'am, please calm down. We are here to help. But first, we need to know every detail."

"My husband will tell you." You muttered walking past them to the others who were waiting outside.

"(Y/N)? Where are you going?" Doc asked seeing you rushing downstairs.

"To find my daughter."

"Mrs, it's my obligation to tell you that you shouldn't drive with your condition. Your head could be damaged." The doctor declared but you just huffed and kept your way to your car.

"Stop her." Doc told Nikki and Tommy who nodded and ran after you. Tears were running down your cheek so you couldn't see much and on your way, you managed to bump into someone in the hall.

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Vince grabbed your arms and analyzed your face. Slash brows raised not understanding a thing.

"Vinnie. He...he took her away." You sniffed. He was the only person who could understand you. His ex also didn't let Vince see Elizabeth for a while. He looked puzzled but hugged you and was rubbing your back to soothe you.

∆

"She will calm down, Mick." Doc tried to comfort the guitarist. They and everyone from the two bands except Vince was sitting in Mick's and your room.

"She won't. You didn't see how she looked at me." He placed his face in his palms as Doc patted his back.

"She always looks at us in that way." Tommy said. "And we are still here."

"Oh, shut up." Izzy snapped. "We have to figure out how we will hunt that dick down."

"Izzy is right. Zoe is the most important now." Steven stated. He already missed that little angel, even if she could be clingy sometimes.

"Where he could take her?" Axl brought up the main question.

"To his parents?" Duff asked.

"Too obvious." Izzy answered.

"I don't think he is even in the country now." Slash stated laying on the couch.

"Mick, doesn't he own a villa or cottage somewhere?" Izzy asked.

"I don't know. (Y/N) could tell us useful information, but right now, good luck to ask her." He scoffed.

∆

"(Y/N), you need to eat something." Heather tried to convince you. You were sitting on the window seal and were looking out the window wondering about Zoe. You were shaking from tiredness and sadness. Vince noticed and grabbed a blanket and covered you with it which you thanked with a nod.

"How are you feeling?" He leaned on the wall with crossed arms.

"I just want to feel numb. I don't want to feel anything." You pulled the blanket tighter on yourself.

"Look, we are here for you. You can rely on us whatever it's about." Vinnie smiled.

"He is right, (Y/N). You can count on us." Heather agreed. Sharise just huffed and left the room. She was jealous of how Vince treated you and that she wasn't in the center.

"Thank you, guys. Also, sorry for holding you up. It's not even my room. I will tell Sharise to come back." You got off the seal but Vince stood in your way.

"You are not going anywhere. Sharise will be okay." He hushed. "You need to heal first. You look horrible." He joked.

"At least my mood is like my body."

"One more thing. Please, don't blame Mick. It's not his fault."

"I'm not mad at him. We were just pretty scared and desperate and told things we didn't think through. But, I think I was a bit harsh."

"That's my girl." Vince winked making you smile a little.

∆

John was driving for now hours and he started to get tired a bit. He looked in the rear-view mirror to see his daughter sleeping like the dead in the back seat. It was already dark so he decided to sleep in a motel for the night and booked a room before taking Zoe up and the bags. When he put the girl down on the bed she woke up.

"Dad, where are we?" She asked sleepily.

"Go back to sleep, darling." He put his hand on his daughter's chest and hummed. He missed her so badly. Now his time has come.

After he was sure she was sleeping he went down to the reception and asked the receptionist if they have a phone.

"It's in that room, sir." She pointed. John thanked and dialed the number.

"Hello. It's me, John. Yeah. Everything is going smoothly. Does he know anything? We will arrive soon. Sure. Good night."

∆

The next morning the bus was waiting for you in front of the hotel. Hardly anyone said a word, just packed their stuff without any hesitation. Mick took your bag from your hand earning a sigh but you let him do it anyway. You still hadn't spoken to each other. Pride was one of his and your force. You adjusted your sunglasses on your nose which covered your wounds wonderfully. After bringing the keys down the reception and checking if everyone was on board the buses could set off. Since you were the last one to get on the bus all the free spaces were taken you decided to sit next to Doc behind the driver.

"No, little miss. You are going in the back and talk to your husband." He gestured with his head.

"You can be pretty annoying sometimes." You murmured and headed to the back earning sympathetic looks from everyone. "If any of you dares to look at me like that again...I will kick you in the ass." When you got in the back of the bus where the beds were you saw Mick laying on one of them with his back facing you. You rolled your eyes but laid behind him. It was a small bed but managed to somehow. He didn't even move. "Come on, Mick. Please, turn around." No answer. "Please, I'm sorry." You whispered giving up. You were about to leave the bed when he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled back.

"I'm sorry, too, babe. I didn't think through what I was saying." He took off your sunglasses to see your red eyes properly. "We will get through this together. Did you hear me? We will get our princess back." He pressed a kiss on your forehead while you snuggled as close as possible to him. He laid his hands on your waist and pulling you even closer. "I promise."

∆

"I can't believe that you find serial killers and shoplifters within days where you can't find a man and a little girl in two weeks!" You yelled as the officer told you they still had no clue.

"We are doing our best, ma'am. It takes time." He tried to calm you down.

"Is there anything we can help you with? Information or something?" Mick asked.

"We need names and all the properties your ex-husband owns, Mrs. Addresses of houses, car plate numbers etc. Also if he has any connection with people living abroad." He placed a paper and a pen in front of you. You glanced at Mick before taking the pen in your hand. You wrote down two addresses and three plate numbers. But what if there was more you didn't know about.

"Umm, I think I will need some more time. In his office at his house, I think I can find something." Your brain was already clicking what that bastard could hide from you. But that meant you needed to go back to that place. And this was the last thing you needed right now.

∆

"Are you sure you are ready?" Mick asked glancing at the house from the driver's seat. You followed his gaze and sighed.

"No." You said getting out of the car. It was a quiet neighborhood and you didn't want attention so you thought the best idea was not to bring the others. You waited until Mick locked the car then headed towards the door casually glancing around as if someone was watching.

"It was a pretty good idea to come here though might telling me how are we gonna go in?" He tilted his head.

"Gimme a minute." You looked in the flower pots, under the rug and even on the top of the door but you couldn't find a single key. "Damn it. He must have to hide it somewhere else." He used to put it under the rug. "Nevermind. Be right back."

"But, (Y/N)-" Mick started but you were already running on the road to the house on the other side. After knocking and knocking a lady opened it and hugged you. Later, a police car was slowly coming on the road making Mick feel paranoid.

"Come on, (Y/N)." He muttered just at the moment you were already on your way back and even the cops letting you through. You were smiling and showing a key in your hand.

"She always took care of the house while we were on vacation." You shrugged and opened the door successfully. When you stepped in you felt a sudden urge to vomit just from smelling the same scents like years ago.

"Are you alright?" He took your hand into his.

"Yeah. Just the memories." You glanced around seeing all the pieces of furniture were in the same place as you just left. "Come, the office is in this way." You walked past the kitchen and the living room. All those pictures were still there even your wedding photo. "Crazy psycho. He really did hope I would come back someday."

"Is it Zoe?" Mick asked showing you the photo of Zoe's first birthday. "She looks cute." He smirked seeing the little girl covered with chocolate cake.

"Yeah, she does. Now let's go." As you got upstairs you flinched when you saw the bedroom. "I can't believe it."

"What is it?" Mick asked frowning.

"He put a lock on the door. I mean it needs a code." You huffed. "Four numbers." You typed the year of Zoe's birth. Nothing. The year you two met. Nothing.

"When did exactly you formed the band?" You turned to Mick who looked surprised.

"1981, why?" He rubbed the back of his head. You typed the numbers and the door fucking opened.

"What the hell?" You giggled and your eyes went bigger. The room was neat and clean as always. You sat down in his huge chair and began searching in the wooden drawers. Papers and papers nothing much. You didn't know what you were searching for exactly but you hoped you would find something helpful. Mick was reading the titles of the books on the shelves. When you reached the bottom drawer you pushed it down and a secret section appeared. You watched too many movies.

"Have you found something yet?" Mick asked standing next to you. You only found a cassette. You took and put in the player then pressed the button.

"Hey, (Y/N). It's me. I see you made it to our house. I guess you either broke in or asked for the key from Mrs. Gray. I hope you found what you were looking for and decided to stay a bit longer. All the good memories happened here, the nights mainly...if you know what I mean. See? I knew you wanted to get back here. If you wanna stay with me and Zoe call the number written on the other side of the tape. If not, then Zoe will be disappointed she won't be able to see her mother. But you know, time heals everything so I'm not worried. The choice is yours, (Y/N)." The file ended.

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A month since Zoe was taken away

The police searched through the whole house but they couldn't find anything. You needed to take it in your hand. Doc had a brilliant idea though. At every concert, you handed out pictures of John and Zoe so they could memorize their faces. The TV also showed so it was now a matter of time. But it was so hard. So freaking hard. Sleepless nights and alcohol. It helped you through the days but Mick wasn't fond of it. He always took the bottles from your hand.

"You need to hold on, (Y/N)! You can't break down. She needs you. And so do I." He cupped your face with his hands. "Just stop it okay?"

"You don't understand." You pulled away. Doc also noticed that you were sleepy and couldn't concentrate on your tasks so he technically forced you to rest. Now work couldn't even make you forget. You needed to find other distractions. You started to hang out at parties and meet new people, and even Vanity. Nikki, Tommy, Vanity, and you were sitting on the sofa being pretty wasted. Drugs were everywhere, even on the floor.

"Come on, (Y/N). Don't be a pussy." Nikki teased you.

"I don't know Nikki. I haven't done this since...since I don't even remember!" You snickered.

"Then it's high time. It won't hurt you, I promise." Vanity winked and sniffed a line. "See? I'm all good." Your head was already spinning around and Mick would kill you. But you were such a wreck. One line won't hurt, right?

"Woah, (Y/N). You did it like a pro so don't tell me you don't know." Nikki's eyes widened. You leaned back on the sofa and already started to feel the warmness running in your veins. You placed your head on Tommy's shoulder as support while Vanity climbed on Nikki and sat in his lap already kissing him deeply.

"Umm, I think I will find Heather, too. Will you be alright?" Tommy asked standing up. You were nodding and gesturing with your hand that you will be okay. Just before you blacked out.

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"(Y/N)! Wake up! Come on!" You felt a hand-clapping your face.

"I'm awake just stop it." You flinched.

"Oh god. You fucking scared me." Vince snapped as he was kneeling next to the couch. "What did you take in?"

"I don't remember. I don't even know where I am." You muttered and slowly sat up. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized about the drugs. "Please tell me Mick doesn't know about this."

"That you did drugs?" The guitarist asked from behind. "You know, I thought you were better than this." Then he turned and left oppositely. You stood up and started to run after him as fast as your condition let you.

"Mick, stop! Let me explain." You yelled making him stop.

"What can you explain about it, huh?"

"Don't tell me you haven't done this! Cause I may not believe you."

"At least I had reasons to do it." He muttered.

"Like I don't have any. You know what? Stop acting like my father! I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing." You folded your arms.

"Then I'm done helping you. I will leave it to your father." He said earning a gasp from you.

"What?"

"I called your father to bring you home. I don't want to send you to rehab so I thought fresh air will clean your mind."

"I can't believe you. You know that I'm not on the same page as my mother. Why are you doing this?" You whimpered. You placed your hands on his shoulder.

"Please, don't do this."

"I can't do this anymore, (Y/N). Not with you." He pushed down your hands from his shoulder leaving you there all alone.

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”(Y/N)!" Mick shook your shoulders gently in order to wake you up. You sat up quickly. You were covered in sweat and your chest was rising heavily. "Calm down. It was just a nightmare." He said as he was rubbing your back.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." You panted.

"You were calling my name. What did you dream about?" He asked putting his finger under your chin, slightly raising your head.

"Doesn't matter. Just promise you will never leave me." You looked in his sky blue eyes.

"Of course, I won't. Don't even think about it." He said while tucking a lock of hair from your face and was stroking your face with the tip of his finger. He tilted his head in sideways and leaned closer. He was so close it felt like he was breathing into your lungs. He captured your lower lip between his and deepened the kiss making you groan.

He climbed on the top of you pushing down on the bed while your hands were behind his head as he supported himself on his elbows. You gently bit down his lower lip earning a moan from him before he pulled apart for a moment just to gaze at you lovingly and lustfully. Then he started to hint kisses on your face, your neck, and chest while you bit down your lip not to be loud. It was your first time together since Zoe wasn't there and felt so good to be with Mick. He supported you in many ways and could always count on him. You didn't need the drugs, alcohol, or anything that could stop you from finding your daughter.

∆

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ladydaedra · 4 years

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Snowed In

Part: 4/?

Pairings: Ulfric x Dragonborn; Brynjolf x OC; Cicero x OC

Summary: An alliance has been struck and the tides of the war is about to shift as a result.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and gore; Skyrim takes on a bit of ‘Game of Thrones’ feeling; May contain controversial themes

Wordcount: 2300

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'To the one that receives this message, the offer was finalized and another banner joins ours.

I depart for the Base today and ask for you to meet me there so we can formulate a plan to defeat the enemy.

I'll go into more details once everyone is in the same room.

~ Ayla'

Ayla folds the two pieces of paper and pours some melted, red wax on the edge before stamping her symbol on it. A dragon surrounded by fire.

She lets the wax dry as she stares at a portrait on the wall in front of her, biting at her lips. It is late into the night and they were going to leave to the base that houses her rebellion in the morning.

She lets out a sigh as she taps her fingers on the surface of the desk, traveling into her thoughts. She just made an alliance with the Stormcloaks. The chances of winning this war against the Thalmor just went up.

She smiles to herself just as the wooden door to her room swings open, revealing a joyous Xaliyah, laughing at herself and on the way to being drunk.

"Whata you smiling bout?" Xaliyah asks, leaning against the door.

Ayla looks down at her desk before meeting her friend's gaze, "just today's success," she replies and Xaliyah stares at her in silence for a few seconds before walking forward and grabbing Ayla's wrists and trying to tug the Dragonborn onto her feet.

"Then celebrate it at the bar," Xaliyah suggests as she tries to pull Ayla to her feet, "Bryn and Kharjo are there as well,"

Ayla sighs and shakes her head, sending the brunette an apologetic smile, "as much as I would like to, Xal, I got a few more things to do before I go to bed,"

Xaliyah sighs as she drops Ayla's wrists, "you're such a workaholic, Ayla," Xaliyah says with an eye-roll, "have some fun tonight. You've earned it,"

"I'll celebrate when we have won some victories against the Thalmor," Ayla responds, walking over and grabbing her cloak, tossing it over her shoulders and putting the hood over her head before picking up the two letters on the desk.

"Who are those for?" Xaliyah asks, following the raven-haired female out of the room.

"Athena and Tal," Ayla replies as she walks past the bar where Brynjolf is ordering a few more drinks.

"Aye, Ayla, joining us for a few drinks, are ya?" Brynjolf asks, holding up a tankard filled with ale. Ayla turns around when she reaches the door.

"Not tonight, Brynjolf," she replies as she holds up the two letters in her hand, "got business to take care of,"

"It's going to be a big blizzard tonight, dear," the owner, Elda, says from behind the bar as she hands Brynjolf another mug of ale, "don't stay out too late,"

Ayla smiles politely at the older woman, bowing her head in respect, "I'll be fine," she says before glancing over at Xaliyah and Brynjolf, who is now walking up the stairs and to the second floor, "don't be afraid to yell at them if things get too wild," she adds to Elda before opening the door and stepping out into the wind.

She hears the howling of a pack of wolves outside the city walls and the footsteps of someone walking past her. She gives them a friendly nod before heading towards the city gates in search for a courier at the stables. But she slows to a stop after taking three steps.

A courier is the most common mode of sending messages in Skyrim. Ayla knows that the Thalmor intercepts any couriers they come across. These messages will not be safe from the Thalmor, or the empire for that matter.

So she turns around and heads straight towards the Palace of Kings. She jogs up the steps, cloak flowing behind her as snow starts to fall. She needs to hurry or risk being stuck in the Palace. Not that she would complain; it would be heated and she would have food and shelter, but she would probably be given a bed meant for the soldiers to take a quick nap on. She much prefers the comfortable beds of Candlehearth Hall.

She pushes the door open and shuts it behind her. As she gets used to the silence of the hall compared to the windy weather outside, she turns around and examines the room. Empty. Of course. She had no idea where the ravens are kept and knew that poking around would be unwelcome.

Just as she was about to walk back outside, a cough and footsteps stop her. She looks over her shoulder to see the steward of the Palace, "excuse me, sir," she calls out, removing her hood and walking forward several steps. The man stops walking and looks over at her.

"May I help you at such a late hour?" he questions, obviously confused, as Ayla stops a few feet in front of him, "I'm afraid Jarl Ulfric is asleep right now-"

Ayla shakes her head, "I'm not here to talk with him," she explains, "I'm actually wondering if you have any ravens I can borrow to send a few letters,"

The man furrows his brows, "why not find a courier?"

"Too risky, especially now in the times we live in," she explains and the man slowly nods, "now if you could point me in the right direction-"

"We keep what ravens we have up in the tower with the court wizard, Wuunferth," he explains, nodding over at a door to the left of the entrance to the Palace, "but seeing that it is so late at night, I assume that he is asleep as well,"

Ayla sighs in disappointment. She hoped to get these letters sent tonight so the two they are addressed to receives them in the morning, "Oh, I'll just come back tomorrow morning then," she says, stepping back a few steps, "thank you for your help," she adds with a smile and turns back towards the door.

"Ma'am," the man says and Ayla looks back at him, hoping that he will take her to the ravens instead, "it's snowing pretty heavily at the moment. I would suggest that you stay here for the night,"

Of course, that is what he says. She wasn't in the palace for that long, how fast did this snowstorm pick up? Ayla opens and closes her mouth, trying to think of an appropriate way to decline his suggestion.

"Dragonborn or not, this weather is not suitable for travel, even if your destination is down the road," he adds firmly and Ayla sees no point in wasting her breath arguing with him. With an irritated sigh, she runs a hand through her hair before crossing her arms over her chest, sending the steward a pointed look.

"Fine," she sighs, the exhaustion slowly getting to her, "where do I sleep?" she figured he would reply with a simple 'in the barracks' since that would be a simple and easy solution.

"If you'll follow me, I can show you to your temporary quarters," the man says with a warm smile before walking to the door that he said lead to where the wizard was.

"Isn't this.."

"Wuunferth has a room in this section of the Palace," the man explains as they walk up a set of stairs, "there are several other rooms here where we let our more esteemed guests sleep," he rounds a few corners before stopping in front of a door, unlocking it and swinging it open for her, "this will be your room for the night," he adds as Ayla walks in.

It was a modest room with a large bed in the middle, a window showing the dark outside, and a fireplace surrounded by wooden chairs. A set of table and chairs sit in front of the window, a bottle of wine and a tankard sitting on the table.

"Thank you, Mr..." Ayla says, turning back to the steward, who smiles in response.

"Just call me Jorleif, ma'am," he says, grabbing the door handle to close it, "and if you need any help in the morning, please come find me," and with that he shuts the door, leaving Ayla alone in the foreign room.

She takes her cloak off and drapes it over the back of one of the chairs before sitting down on the bed, listening to the crackling of the fire over the windy storm outside. Just one night. Tomorrow morning, she will send the letters and then be off to her base.

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Ayla couldn't find Wuunferth. She checked the only spot she could think of that a court wizard would be, but he wasn't there. And the only other people in the section that she was in were the three people who seem to hate her so much. After putting her cloak back on, she descends the stairs and returns to the main hall.

The three people are seated at the table, eating and conversing with each other in hushed voices. Ayla glances at the throne and sees it still empty. She blinks as she looks to the right of the throne and sees Jorleif standing there. She smiles as she approaches him.

"How may I help you today, ma'am?" he questions and Ayla glares over her shoulder at the blonde woman who had scoffed at Ayla.

"I can't find the court wizard anywhere," she explains, fingers running across the letters in her hand, feeling embarrassed that she can't find someone as simple as a court wizard, "I was asking if you could help me,"

Jorleif nods in response, laughing a bit, "of course," he says, leading his way back towards the door she just walked out of. Ayla follows close behind but looks back at the table when she overhears a commotion.

"Are you just going to let that hag Maven remain the Jarl of Riften?" the blonde woman says angrily, standing up and staring or glaring, Ayla couldn't tell since the woman's back was towards her, at Ulfric as he approaches his throne, "it's been days, Ulfric. You said I'll have Riften back by now,"

"And I am working on that, Laila," Ulfric replies with a sigh as he sits down, giving the woman a tired look, "there are more important things at the moment. Riften will still be there,"

Laila Law-Giver. That's her name. Former Jarl of Riften. Exiled when Ayla agreed to give Riften to the Empire at the cease-fire meeting between both sides of the Civil War so long ago. It was a decision she regrets. She would have preferred if the Imperials stayed out of her favorite city and especially if Maven wouldn't have been made Jarl in place of Laila.

Maven Black-Briar. A name and person Ayla hates and one day hopes to rid the world of. When she first met Maven, Ayla could tell all the woman cared about was benefiting herself. No one but her and her family. Xaliyah's own hatred fueled Ayla's even more. If the Empire put people like Maven on the throne, then that is all the more reason to rid Skyrim of them.

She is pulled from her thoughts when Laila sits back down. Ayla stares at the blonde for a few seconds before looking over at Ulfric, who is already staring at her. Ayla's gaze hardens before she closes her slightly opened mouth and looks back at Jorleif as they finally reach the door.

"Wuunferth, you have a visitor," Jorleif says and an elderly man turns around and smiles when he sees Ayla.

"Ah, the Dragonborn," he says, still smiling, "I heard that you were visiting. It is an honor to meet you," Ayla returns his handshake with a smile and a 'thank you', "now, what brings you here today?"

"I have a few letters I need to send by raven,"

Wuunferth raises his brows at her in shock at such a request, "ravens? What for? What happened to the couriers?"

Ayla smiles, knowing that question would be asked, "these letters hold valuable information, " she explains, "I will not give them to a courier with the risk of them being intercepted," she watches as Wuunferth studies her for a few seconds before nodding.

"We live in a time filled with so much war that it is no longer safe for a courier to bring letters to people," he says before walking towards the back of his room, where Ayla can hear a few caws, "two letters, two birds," he says, unhooking a cage and letting a raven step onto his wrist, "tell them the location and person and they'll be off,"

Ayla rolls the letters up and ties one of them to each bird's feet. She watches as they both fly out of the open window beside them, "thank you, sir," she says, turning away from the window as Wuunferth closes it. The two walk out of the back room and into the main area of his room.

"Anything to help the Dragonborn in these trying times," he replies as he goes back to his work. Ayla takes that as her cue to leave and retreats back into the main hall of the Palace. It barely changed in the ten minutes she was gone. Laila continues urging Ulfric to go liberate Riften from the Empire's grip and the Jarl dismisses her words with a wave of his hand.

Ayla turns her attention back to the door and lifts her hood over her head as she nears it. She needs to hurry to the stables so she can get to her base in a few days time. When she arrives, that is when this war gets deadlier than it was before.

#Skyrim #Skyrim fanfiction #Ulfric Stormcloak #Brynjolf #Cicero #Imperials #Civil War #Dragonborn #Dovahkiin #Thieves guild #Dark Brotherhood #Rebellion #Thalmor #long time no post #yeah it's been a hot minute #but enjoy

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iamknicole · 4 years

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Heartbreak Hotel Pt. 2

Bloodline Family Series

Koda needed to go home. He couldn't be in Miami right now. No matter how juvenile it sounded he wanted his parents, he wanted them to tell him it would be okay and how he could fix it so it wouldn't hurt anymore. When he got in the house Roman was running around with Messiah and Micah, laughing and smiling. Seeing it brought a small smile to his face. His little brothers noticed him and ran straight for him, attacking his legs. Koda picked them both up kissing their cheeks.

"Brody, you home!" Micah squealed happily.

"We fight?" Messiah asked.

Roman approached his boys, pulling the three year olds from Koda's arms putting them on the floor. He ignored their pouting and squatted to their level.

"It's naptime. You guys go on upstairs, get your sister and get in me and Mommy's bed. Good deal?" He asked.

"Him stay?" Messiah asked looking at Koda, who nodded.

"I'm not leavin. I'll be here a few days, SiSi." (like sigh)

Koda followed Roman to his man cave after the boys had gone upstairs. Both men sat on the large sofa.

"What's botherin you, Ko?"

Koda shook his head then rubbed at his eyes. "Nothin, I'm good."

"Come on now, son." Roman said squeezing his shoulder. "I know you better than that. Your eyes are red and misty, your face is red and your hair isn't done. So I'll ask again, what's botherin you?"

Koda opened his mouth but nothing came out. He couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead he cried, he cried like he had done the past two days whenever he was alone. He felt this pain was unbearable. Roman watched his oldest for a second, it had been a while since he'd seen him cry like this.

"What's goin on, son? What happened?" Roman asked.

"It's Parker, Pop," he explained through his sobbing.

Roman started to worry, he thought the worst.

"What about her? Is she pregnant? Did something happen to her, Ko?"He nodded, holding his head down. "What are you nodding to?"

Koda looked up at his dad trying to hold back the rest of his tears. When he opened his mouth this time, Kandice walked in. She saw him crying and rushed to sit beside him, pulling his head to her chest.

"What's wrong with my baby, Roman? What did you do?"

Laughing a little, Roman shook his head at his wife. Whenever any of their kids were crying she asked that question. It didn't matter if they both entered together she still asked. "I didn't do anything to your baby, Kandi. He was gonna tell me but he started crying."

Koda sat up, out of her hold, trying to slow down the tears. His head was starting to hurt and he didn't want to deal with that. "Friday after my game she wanted me to go to this party with her," he started slowly. "We won and I usually go to whatever after party but I played all four quarters, I was tired. But she went."

Kandice sucked her teeth at him. "Boy, you better not be crying cause she went to a party without you."

Roman glared at his wife, "Hush, Kandi. Let him finish."

"Fine, fine," she said putting her hands up. "Go head, Ko."

Koda scratched his growing beard. "She came over Sunday and I guess that's when Eli and Lo found out and showed it to me."

"Showed you what," Roman asked.Koda couldn't look at either of his parents.

"She was mad at me for not goin with her so she," he paused feeling his anger and more tears starting to rise. Kandice rubbed his back and Roman told him to go on.

"She fu- had sex with these dudes that play for Auburn on Instagram live."

"She what?" Kandice yelled making Koda jump.

"I asked her and she just kept saying she was sorry, over and over. But that don't fix this shit," he cried putting his head down.

Roman nodded his head at Kandice for her to leave them. She didn't want to go but she knew it would be better for Koda if she did. Once she was out of the room and in the kitchen, she called Apryl and Trinity to vent while Koda continued to vent to Roman.

"I treated her exactly how you taught me, Pop. I did what I was supposed to do and she did that."

"You did what you were supposed to do, Koda. You can't control what someone else does."

"I love her, she said she loved me too. I don't go to one party and that's what she does," he yelled out of frustration. "Then she came straight to the apartment after the party and kissed me in my mouth."

Roman didn't want to ask but he knew he needed to.

"Did yall have sex that night?" Koda nodded making him sigh. "You used a hat?"

"Yeah. She told me not to, we almost didn't cause she got mad about me wearing one. Now I know why." He said bitterly.

That made Roman happy. His son had listened to something.

"What about oral?"

"She did. I didn't," Koda shrugged sitting back, "It was late. I ain't want her to wake E and Lo up."

While Roman continued to calm Koda down, Kandice was trying to calm her nerves on the phone. Apryl was playing devil's advocate and Trinity was the peace maker.

"I say you grab your bat, Kandi. I'll bring my knife and Trin will bring her taser. It'll be a nice lil trip to Miami."

"No," Trinity chastised, "We're not jumping that lil girl. That's not gonna make him feel any better."

"Hell, it'll make us feel a whole lot better."

"No, Apryl."

Kandice laughed. "Where was this energy when that girl broke Eli's heart? We had to barricade you in the house tp keep you from jumping on that girl."

"I don't recall," Trinity laughed.

Roman had pretty much calmed his son down and gotten him to sit back down. He'd thrown his arm around Koda squeezing his shoulder lovingly.

"Look, I'm not gonna tell you that this hurt is gonna go away cause its not. One day it just won't hurt as bad. And I won't tell you that you'll forget about it cause you won't. But I will say," Roman spoke softly, "One day you'll think about this and be thankful. You'll realize there was a reason for this."

Koda nodded listening to his dad.

"But dont let this pain just continue to hurt you. You gotta learn from it."

"Learn what?" Koda asked looking up.

"Later on when you're thinking about this you'll remember things that happened that didn't add up, that there were red flags for you and you'll learn not to ignore those things. You'll realize what you do6nt like in a partner and what you do. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. Thanks, Pops. I love you"

Koda loved the bond he had with his dad. There was nothing else in his life like it. Eli and Milo are his best friends but his dad was his first best friend.

Roman pulled his son into a hug, squeezing him tight. He kissed his head before letting go. "I love you too, Ko. Go share some of that love with ya mama before she gets jealous."

Laughing, Koda got up to go to the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen Kandice hurried off the phone and engulfed him in a big hug when he was close enough. Even though he's a foot and some inches taller than her, she still cradled him like she did when he was a baby. She hugged him tight, holding back tears, until he pulled away.

"Aight, ma. I gotta stop or Ima cry again."

Kandice laughed a little, happy to see him in better spirits.

"I'm sorry. Yall know I don't play about my babies so I had to love on you."

"I know, Ma. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Koda?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered softly. He leaned against the island with his hands pushed into the pockets of his sweat pants.

"Don't let one person ruin your mood. You hold your head up like the man that you are. This hurts now but you'll be given something much better."

Koda nodded listening to his mama talk.

"When you get back to that campus, I want you to hold your head up, put you some clothes on and do your hair. You be the man me and your Daddy raised you to be. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank y'all. I had to come home, I couldn't stay there like this."

Kandice nodded, she understood.

"Did Milo and Eli help?"

"Yeah, they tried but this wasn't something they could really help with. I needed you and Pops."

Kandice went to Koda putting her hands on his face. Leaning up on her toes and pulling his head down she kissed his forehead and whispered a prayer over him.

"I love you, Mama." He admitted softly.

"I love you too, baby boy. Always and forever."

A few days later, Koda was back on campus. He needed the break away from everything, it did him good. By the time he got back, everyone had found out what Parker did to Koda. They were hard on her. Everyone knew how well he treated her and took care of her so they thought it was stupid of her to cheat on Koda the way she did. Girls were constantly trying to steal Koda from Parker only to find out how faithful and committed to Parker he was.

Eli and Milo had finally gotten him to come to a house party with them. He did what his mama told him to do. He got dressed, did his hair and got himself together.

As the cousins walked into the house party, a girl bumped into Koda. He caught her around her waist before she could fall to the floor. When he opened his mouth to apologize, she stopped him.

"Don't," she smiled, "It was my fault. I'm clumsy."

"But still," Koda said still holding onto her, "You aight?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I promise."

"Aight then, sweetheart. You be careful." He nodded letting her go

"I'll try."

She laughed as she walked off. Koda watched her until Eli smacked his arm playfully.

"My boy is back!"

The laughing cousins moved quickly through the party to the kitchen. Milo grabbed them each a beer and passed them to his cousins.

"Here, here," Milo laughed raising his beer, "To our cousin. Haven't been single but a week and half and already got girls tripping over him!"

#bloodline family series #roman & Kandice #ro & Kandice #Koda #koda reigns #Koda & Tia #Eli #Milo

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moistmailman · 5 years

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Paper Cut

Pyrrha, reading a book: Hmm, that's interesting.

Jaune: What?

Pyrrha: It says right here that- ouch!

Jaune: What's wrong?

Pyrrha: Nothing. I just got a paper cut. See? *Shows him her bleeding finger*

Jaune, standing quickly: Jesus fucking Christ!

Pyrrha, taken back: W-what?

Jaune: GUYS! GUYS WAKE UP!

Nora, sleepily: Huh? Where's the fire?

Ren: Please tell me that this is a good reason to be waking me up.

Jaune: PYRRHA'S BLEEDING!

Nora/Ren: SHE'S WHAT!?

Pyrrha: What? Guys he's overreacting, it's only a small paper cut. See? *shows them her bloodied finger*

Ren: My God.

Nora: Holy shit!

Pyrrha: W-what?

Jaune, quickly approaching Pyrrha: NORA, GO GET SOME BANDAGES WHILE I KEEP PRESSURE ON THE WOUND! REN, GET SOME ALCOHOL TO DISINFECT THE CUT!

Pyrrha: Guys seriously, I'm fi-

Ren/Nora: Yes sir! *Quickly leaves the room*

Pyrrha: Wait guys! Go back to bed! You look exhaust- oh what's the point? They're gone already.

Jaune, looking Pyrrha dead in the eyes: Pyrrha, don't worry about anything, we'll get through this together.

Pyrrha: Don't worry? Jaune, you're the one who's worried. You guys are acting as if I'm about to lose my hand from blood loss.

Jaune, terrified: Oh my God, I just realized that might be a possibility.

Pyrrha: W-what? No! God no! I was making a joke. I'm not going to lose a hand.

Jaune, tearfully hugging Pyrrha: You damn right you won't, cause we're going to prevent that.

Pyrrha: Jaune, regardless of you helping me or not, I won't lose a ha-

Jaune: My God, where is Nora and Ren?! Damn it, this is an emergency!

Pyrrha: It's really not.

*Nora and Ren quickly runs in*

Jaune: It's about time, where were you two?

Ren: They won't give me alcohol cause I'm a minor.

Nora: And the nurses ran out of band-aids.

Jaune, wailing: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?! PYRRHA'S GOING TO LOSE HER HAND!

Pyrrha: I'm not going to lose my han-

Nora: Oh God! The wound had gotten worse?!

Pyrrha: It wasn't even bad in the first pla-

Jaune, crying: YES! JUST LOOK AT HER SKIN! IT'S SO PALE! SHE'S LOSING SO MUCH BLOOD RIGHT NOW!

Pyrrha: I'm always pale! This is my natural skin colo-

Nora: WAIT! I HAVE AN IDEA! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK! *Runs out of the room*

Jaune: NORA?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! NORA?!

Ren, slapping Jaune: Look, we need to calm down! Us screaming won't solve anything!

Pyrrha: There's nothing to solve!

Jaune: Ren's right! Screaming won't do anything!

Nora, running back in: I'm back!

Jaune: Where were you?!

Nora: I got help!

*Team RWBY runs into the room*

Pyrrha, grimacing: Oh no.

Yang: PYRRHA'S BLEEDING OUT!?

Pyrrha, groaning: No, it's just a paper cut! Look. *Shows them her paper cut*

Ruby: O-oh God! This is a code red!

Pyrrha, repeatedly shaking her head: No no no! Not you guys too.

Yang: WE GOT A CODE RED GUYS! A CODE RED! WE'VE TRAINED FOR THIS!

Pyrrha: You've what?!

Ruby, taking off her cloak: Here! Let me use this to cover the wound!

Pyrrha: But Ruby, you love this cloak! You're going to get blood on it!

Ruby: HUSH, YOU SELFLESS WOMAN!

Pyrrha: What?

Blake, comfortingly rubbing Pyrrha's back: Don't worry Pyrrha, you aren't going to die.

Pyrrha: Yes, I know tha-

Weiss: Just take deep breaths! Okay?! Just try to calm down!

Pyrrha: I am perfectly calm!

Jaune: GUYS! I CALLED THE NURSE! SHE'S ON HER WAY!

Pyrrha: You've what?! No Jaune! You're wasting the nurse's time! She has other students that actually needs hel-

Nurse, busting through the door: WHERE'S THE DYING GIRL?!

Pyrrha, groaning: How did this even happen?

Jaune, pointing at Pyrrha: SHE'S RIGHT THERE MA'AM!

Nurse:............the.......the one with the paper cut?

Jaune: Yes!

Nurse:........are you guys serious?

Pyrrha: Oh thank God!

Jaune: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? LOOK AT HER? SHE'S DYING! HELP MY PARTNER, PLEASE!

Nurse, sighing: I-.........just let me see your finger, missy.

*Pyrrha presents her finger*

Pyrrha, sarcastically: Be honest with me, am I going to lose my hand?

Nurse: No, you'll be fine.

Yang: Are you sure?!

Nurse: Yes.

Ruby: How sure?

Nurse: Very.

Blake: How do we know if you're even a real nurse?

Nurse: I don't have time for this. I'm leaving.

Ruby: I KNEW SHE WAS A FAKE!

Yang: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!

Jaune: I'M CALLING A REAL DOCTOR RIGHT NOW!

Pyrrha: NO DON'T!

Weiss:..........wait a minute, guys.

Everyone: ???

Weiss: Jaune, can't you heal Pyrrha with your semblance?

*A very awkward silence fills the room*

Jaune: SHE'S GOING TO LIVE!

*Everyone cheers*

Pyrrha, sighing: Oh my God.

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curiousdamage · 5 years

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Drabble Post ? Lost count

#94: “I Won’t Lose You Too.”

Fandom: Karate Kid - Becca-verse

Pairing: John Kreese/ Terry Silver (Platonic)

Life in the war is hard. It’s even harder when you lose those you love.

Warning: Death mentioned.

1966

Cara read the name on the chart. Twice. She smiled as she walked over to the bed. She'd seen the picture that John kept in his pocket of a smiling boy standing next to a horse. He was older, for sure. Taller and more filled out, but those eyes were the same.

"Hi, Soldier," she said, softly, so as not to wake the other soldiers around him.

"Hi," he whispered hoarsely, putting a hand to his throat, confused.

"It's a side effect of surgery," she explained. "It's from the breathing tube we use during the procedure. The bad news is that the sore throat lasts a few days, the good news is that you're going to be fine. The doctors were able to remove all the shell fragments and fix your leg. A few weeks of taking it easy and you'll be right as rain.”

"That sounds good," he smiled, those dimples creasing his cheeks. "Too bad I had to get shot to get a break.”

"Let me know how it works out," she returned his smile. "I might consider it. Here. Have some water." She helped him sit up and held a cup to his lips.

"Thank you, ma'am."

“Do you have a brother named, John, Private Kreese?"

"Yes, ma'am," he smiled, with pride. "He's a Green Beret." His smile faded. "Wait, he hasn't been here, has he?"

"Not in your position, no," she answered. "Some of his men were wounded. He came in to visit them a few times."

“And Johnny Ray made an impression, I see,"

"Johnny Ray?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no," he groaned. "You didn't know that was his name, did you? He thinks 'John' makes him sound more grown-up. He always had to be more grown-up. I guess he needed a name to match."

"Get some rest, Soldier," she smiled, helping him lay down. "We'll talk more in the morning."

As soon as her shift was over, she raced to the Cobra Kai’s tent.

"Oh, hush," she replied to the groans and complaints. "I've helped operate on most of you. There's nothing here that I haven't seen before." She held out her hand. "Come with me, Johnny Ray, I have a surprise for you."

"Oooh!"

"Don't make me hurt you all," he glared around the tent, then looked at Cara. "What did you just call me?"

"Come with me, Johnny Ray," she grinned, again.

"Been reading medical charts?" he questioned.

"Just put your boots on and follow me, huh?" She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

“Okay, okay. Damn, you're bossy," he said, lacing up his boots.

"Good thing you like that," she smirked. She led him over to the hospital.

He stopped short seeing the boy in the third bed. His mouth went dry and his breathing became barely discernable.

"Relax," Cara said, taking his hand. "He's going to be okay. He took some shell fragments to his leg. We were able to remove them. A few weeks in bed, some antibiotics, he will be just fine and have an awesome scar to show the girls back home."

"Will he get to go home?"

"It's not serious enough for that, unfortunately," she replied.

"Damn." He kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, Babe." He walked over to the bed and held the younger man's hand. "Hey, Twerp. Thought I told you to quit following me. You always get hurt and I always get blamed," he grinned.

"What I never understood was, if you knew I was just gonna try to follow you and get hurt, why you didn't just take me with you, to begin with?" the boy smiled as he opened his eyes. "Johnny Ray!"

For just a moment, Cara saw the boy that John had been before the Army and war had forced him to grow up too fast as the brothers grabbed each other in a hug.

"Well, the good news is, I don't think they can blame this one on you," Timmy laughed as they pulled apart.

"Oh, don't worry, they'll find a way," John smiled in return. "Damn, it's good to see you. I've missed you, kid."

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1968

"So, where's that pretty nurse this time?" Timmy asked, lifting his beer to his lips.

"She's stateside," John replied.

"That's too bad," he lamented. "She seemed crazy about you.”

“You think?"

He nodded. "Like you didn't know that. You keep in touch?”

"Kind of have to," he smirked.

“Yeah? Why's that? You knock her up or something?”

"Well, yeah," he said, again, smirking.

"What?! No way," Timmy laughed.

"Yep," he grinned. "She traded her boots for booties.”

“You're pulling my leg again, aren't you? Trying to see what you can get your gullible baby bro to believe?"

"Not this time, Timmy," He reached for his pocket pulling out a photograph.

“Are you serious? I'm an Uncle? Get out of here!”

"A little girl. Rebecca Anne. She's four months old now," he smiled, turning the picture around proudly.

"Damn!" He laughed, taking the photo. "Can't deny this one. She looks just like you."

"I think so, too."

"Man, you are someone's Daddy," he laughed, then pushed him playfully. "You're really a dad! How weird is that?"

John laughed, “It's pretty cool. I mean, I haven't actually seen her and I don't know when or if I ever will, but just something about…, knowing she and the hot nurse are waiting for me back home, it makes it easier to get through the days."

Tim nodded solemnly, squeezing his brother's shoulder.

"You'll make it home to your girls and if the hot nurse…,"

“Cara."

"What?"

"The hot nurse. Her name is Cara," he explained.

"Okay, if Cara still wants your stubborn ass, you two will have a whole houseful of kids. And Uncle Timmy will move in next door and teach them the important things in life. Like how to annoy you. I'll keep them hopped up on ice cream and soda. I'll be the best Uncle ever!" He looked at the picture again. “She is…, she’s beautiful, Johnny Ray.” He sobered a bit. “Have you told the folks?”

“I wrote them a letter,” he shrugged.

“Oh, that should go over well,” Tim scoffed. “You didn’t call them?”

“Like that’s an argument I want to have while having to scream ‘over’ every five words,” he retorted. “Besides, I don’t want Dad…, being Dad about it and I’ll get pissed off and I just don’t want that.”

“Hey, it’s a grandbaby and a pretty one at that,” he shrugged. “All parents want those. Even Dad.”

“Won’t take that chance,” he shook his head.

“Yeah, I get it,” Timmy agreed. “Just think about it. Dad will be an asshole, but Mom will be thrilled. She deserves a call.”

“I’ll think about it,” John replied. “When do you ship out again?”

“Two days, you?” Tim took another sip of his beer and slipped the photo in his pocket.

“Not sure and I saw that. Give me back my picture,” he grinned, holding out his hand.

“Oh, come on,” Timmy wheedled. “She’s my niece. Let me have it.”

“No. It’s the only one I have. You’re not snaking my only picture of my daughter.”

“She’s my niece. Your hot nurse will send you another,” Timmy laughed.

“Yeah, in six months, when the mail catches up with me again,” he replied, snatching the picture and putting it in his pocket, fending off Tim’s attempts to get it back.

“You’re still no fun, Johnny Ray,” he pouted.

“Tell you what, next time the mail catches up to me, if there is another picture of Becca, I’ll give you this one,” John promised.

“Then I’ll want the newest one,” he smirked. “But I guess that’ll have to do.”

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“Kreese, I need to speak to you,” the base commander approached him as the unit was returning.

He sighed. What he really wanted was to sleep. Not go over endless questions and paperwork with the Commander. “Can’t it wait until I get a shower and a cup of coffee, Major?”

“Not this time, Son,” he shook his head.

“Just go ahead then,” he sighed again.

The Major looked down and seemed to be having a hard time finding his words. “Your brother, Private Timothy Kreese was brought into the hospital…, his wounds were too serious. I’m sorry, John. He didn’t make it.” He held out a set of dog tags.

John took them in a daze, still not believing it, as his soldiers crowded around to show their sympathy and support.

“His body is still in processing, if you’d like to pay your respects.”

“Thank you, Major,” John said, barely above a whisper. He swallowed hard, then turned to his men. “Go ahead and get cleaned up, get some grub, you know what to do. I’ll…, um…, I’ll check in in a bit.”

“You want someone to go with you, Captain?” Racine asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “You all need to rest. They’ll probably send us back out first thing in the morning. Take the time while you can.”

“Cap, we don’t mind,” another spoke up.

“That’s an order,” Kreese replied. “Racine, you’re in charge.”

“Yes, sir.”

He walked towards the makeshift morgue.

“Oh, Timmy,” he sighed, finding the right table. He pulled the sheet back. He looked so young. Too young to be there. Too young to be gone. “You weren’t supposed to be here. I’m sorry. I was supposed to protect you. I…, I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t here…,” he wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t a better brother. Maybe if I had…, let you take care of yourself more…, you…, well, it’s too late now.”

He fell silent, standing next to his brother. At some point, he became aware of a tall figure standing guard in the doorway. He should have known that Silver wouldn’t listen, even to direct orders. He’d deal with that later.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but when the light started showing through the door, he finally said goodbye.

“I’ll call Mom. You were right. She deserves a call.” He leaned down, putting his head against his brother’s forehead. “I love you, kid.” Just before pulling the sheet back up, he took the picture of Becca from his pocket and slipped it in Timmy’s pocket. “You would have been the greatest Uncle.”

He was surprised to see Silver still standing guard, though now he was more leaning against the doorway than standing in it. He hadn’t said a word all night. That had to be some type of record.

“Come on, Silver,” he said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s get back to training. I won’t lose you too.”

#fluff/angst prompt #Terry Silver #John Kreese #Soldiers #Becca-verse

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eclecticminded · 5 years

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Polyamory: Trading Places

anonymous asked: Rafael wants to be dominated in the bedroom. Maybe within the polyverse?

Okay so I love this request because one I am a total switch and I love writing for the polyamory story! It’s the first time they’d do this in the polyverse so it’s a lot of sweet stuff too. Hope you enjoy!!

Sonny guides you through dom-ing Rafael while Nick is out of town.

Part One and Part Two and Part Three and Part Four and Part Five and Part Six and Part Eight and Part Nine and Your Wallet

Warnings: sexxx

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Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate!

Three weeks ago Rafael started dropping hints he wanted you to dominate him. They were subtle at first, a joke or flirty text. But the last four days he'd gotten more bold. In fact, you'd come home to a package and upon opening it found a strapon and large bottle of lube. It was then you realized Rafael was more serious about submitting than you thought.

You were a switch and had dreamed of dominating a man, but it just never really happened. Here Rafael was offering himself to you, and you didn't know what to do. Normally Sonny and Rafael dominated you. The most you'd done to them was light choking and pinning them down to ride them. They ate it up but you were nervous to take it further. So you were frantically texting Sonny about how to make Rafael's fantasy a reality.

Constant texts between the two of you about how to properly dominate Rafael helped put you at ease. Although by now Rafael was sure you'd forgotten or were never gonna follow through so he stopped asking after sending the package. Little did he know you were busy as a bee with Sonny plotting, and boy was he in for a treat.

[To: You and Sonny 9:59pm] Why do I have a package here with an insert that says to text you before opening it further?

[To: You and Rafael 10:16pm] The plot thickens haha

[To: Rafael and Sonny 10:32pm] Open it in the morning. Wear it. Come to my house for dinner with me and Sonny after work.

[To: You and Sonny 10:44pm] Yes ma'am!

Later that night you were sitting around the table with two of the three men you loved. Nick was in California visiting Zara for a long weekend and planning his return surprise was a problem for tomorrow night. Rafael was squirming in his seat and you pretended not to notice. Sonny looked at you, the food, the kitchen, the bedroom, and back to you.

“Hey sugar,” you turned to face Rafael and he stopped bouncing to look at you.

“Sí cariño,”Rafael's face lit up with a huge smile.

“Are you wearing it,” you raised an eyebrow and Sonny smirked.

“Yes! All day. In court mind you,” Rafael blushed.

“Did you decide on the blue or purple,” Sonny winked.

“You'll have to wait and see won't you,” you briefly turned to Sonny before bringing your attention back to Rafael.

“It was quiet the surprise,” Rafael nodded enthusiastically.

“Sonny cooked dinner. This is my house. So Rafael put the food away, load the dishwasher, and meet us in the bedroom,” you stood up abruptly and marched to the bedroom, leaving both men with their jaws hanging open. Sonny recovered first and practically sprinted after you, leaving Rafael scrambling to clean up.

“Doll that was hot,” Sonny reached for the zipper on your dress and helped you out of it.

“Well if this goes well maybe I can dom you too. Or both of you,” you winked and took off the rest of your clothes.

“Promise,” Sonny stripped his clothes off while you opened the box on your bed.

“Only if you help me figure this strapon out, honeybear” you laughed and pouted in frustration.

“Can do doll,” Sonny took the harness from you and untangled it. He adjusted it to fit your hips and pulled it up your legs for you. Once it was seated comfortably around your body, Sonny put the dildo in the O ring.

To pass the time while Rafael cleaned, you started kissing Sonny. There was passion and fire flowing between you lips like electricity. It consumed your body while he sucked a trail of small sloppy hickies down your throat. He bit down with a growl to the top of both of your breasts, eliciting a moan from deep in your belly.

When Rafael snuck into the room and stripped, you pretended not to notice. Instead you found Sonny's sweet spot below his left ear and sucked and nipped until his knees buckled. He whimpered and you turned his head to look at Rafael.

“You gonna just stand there babe? Or are you gonna suck her cock,” Sonny moved to stand behind you and pepper bites across your shoulders. Rafael practically fell to the floor in front of you and rested on his knees eagerly. Just like they both did to you, you gripped the dildo and rubbed the tip against Rafael's plump lips. His mouth opened the sucked the head into his mouth.

One of Rafael's warm hands braced himself on your thigh while he began to bob on the silicon between your legs. You got lost watching him, and didn't notice Sonny had stopped touching you. Not one to be forgotten, his fingers suddenly plunged inside of you and it was your turn to lose your balance.

“Easy there doll,” Sonny pulled you back upright while Rafael steadied you from where he kneeled.

“Okay that's enough of that,” you pulled away from both men, trying to keep a clear head.

“What next, ma'am,” Rafael purred.

“Oh what a sweet boy, I like that. Yes call me ma'am,” you stooped down and kissed Rafael, finally giving him the attention he'd needed all day.

“Yes ma'am,” Rafael panted when your lips broke apart.

“I think you need to be fucked. Don't you,” you gripped Rafael's hair at the back of his neck and pulled it down so he looked up at you.

“Yes ma'am, please,” he pleaded.

“Suck Sonny's cock. If you do it well enough, I'll consider it,” you relaxed your grip and moved to get the lube from the box still on the bed. While you tossed the box towards the closet and opened the lube, Rafael already had Sonny's cock down his throat. You watch transfixed while Sonny ran one hand through his hair and used the other to guide Rafael's mouth up and down his cock. When he reopened his eyes, he saw you were ready to move on and nodded.

“On the bed, all fours,” Sonny barked at Rafael and you almost did it yourself, that demand was usually said to you anyway.

“Good boy,” you kissed the top of Rafael's head and looked to Sonny already behind him, “So which color did I pick?”

“The heart shaped pink. Good choice,” Sonny squeezed Rafael's ass, “Did you really wear this all day?”

“Yes sir,” Rafael nodded and you started kissing down his back.

“Properly,” Sonny questioned.

“Every opportunity I had, I took it out and added more lube. Wore it during court today,” Rafael moved his hips as you reached the small of his back.

“That was intentional,” you spoke against his warm salty skin, “Knew it was a hard case. Figured you could use an escape tonight.”

“Thank you ma'am,” Rafael sighed with a smile, “And sir too!”

“Let's get this out of there,” Sonny slowly pulled the buttplug out of Rafael and set it on a tissue on the nightstand. You lubed up the dildo and awaited Sonny's further instruction.

“Relax sweet boy,” your hand splayed on Rafael's lower back while you moved closer behind him.

“Press in slowly, like I do to you,” Sonny kneeled behind you so his chest pressed against your back. His hand moved yours to grip the dildo and brought it to Rafael's asshole.

“Are you ready,” you tentatively asked.

“Yes. So much yes,” Rafael nodded rapidly. As slowly as you could, you slid into Rafael's waiting asshole. His breathe hissed through his teeth and you froze.

“It's okay, keep going,” Sonny whispered for only you to hear before getting louder, “Tell us if you need us to stop.”

“Yes sir. Please keep going ma'am,” Rafael pleaded.

“I told you,” Sonny whispered in your ear and it sent shivers up your spin. With a long exhale, you kept pushing the phallic toy into Rafael until it was fully inside him.

“Now what,” you felt silly asking Sonny.

“Take it out just as slow and put it back in,” he muffled his laughter by sucking hickies onto your neck. Once the dildo was out of Rafael, you squirted more lube onto it and his asshole before pressing back in.

“Faster please,” Rafael whimpered when you pulled back out.

“What was that,” you pretended not to have heard him.

“Fuck me faster please ma'am,” Rafael gritted through his teeth. Sonny stopped kissing you and stood beside you to watch. In a quick fluid motion you thrusted into Rafael and he gasped as you pulled nearly out and plunged back in. After a few failed attempts you found your rhythm and scratched down Rafael's back. He responded with moan and you nodded Sonny further down the bed.

Sonny bent down and talked to Rafael in a hushed voice while you pounded away into his ass. Rafael nodded and Sonny's cock disappeared down his throat. You gripped Rafael's hips and Sonny his head, your thrusts syncing up to drive Rafael crazy. His painfully hard cock was leaking all over the towel below him and though you couldn't see it, you knew.

Before long Sonny came down Rafael's throat and he swallowed every drop. You both coo-ed about what a good boy he was while Sonny began to jack Rafael's cock. Again your thrusts synced with Sonny's movements and Rafael's eyes rolled back in his head.

“Please may I cum sir,” Rafael stuttered.

“Not me you should be asking,” Sonny teased.

“Please ma'am! Please may I cum,” Rafael was so desperate you could practically hear his lip quiver.

“Cum for me sweet boy. Cum for us,” you kept thrusting while Rafael come with a strangled cry. When his orgasm was fully over, you stopped and pulled out, collapsing backwards. Rafael climbed off the bed and tried to help you out of the harness.

“No. You lay down. I have this,” Sonny shooed him away and expertly removed the harness from your hips. You got up and moved the towel and dildo to the bathroom to clean later. When you returned, Sonny was wrapped around Rafael and playing with his hair. You climbed in front of Rafael and pulled his head against your chest.

“You did so good sweet boy. So good,” you kissed Rafael's forehead repeatedly and intertwined your fingers with Sonny on Rafael's side.

“We'll clean you up in a bit,” Sonny yawned.

“Thank you both,” Rafael sighed contently.

“I didn't get off,” you pouted.

“Give us a minute to recoup doll,” Sonny chuckled and yawned again.

“It's fine,” you shook your head, “I was teasing. You old men need your rest anyway.”

“Who you calling old,” Rafael pulled back to look at you menacingly.

“You. Both of you. You're both older than me,” you laughed.

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson,” Rafael palmed your breasts aggressively.

Sonny responded with a snore.

“Guess I'll teach you a lesson then,” Rafael latched on to a bare spot on your chest.

“Tomorrow sugar,” you yawned, “I'm too tired to enjoy it. Let me clean you up.”

“Okay ma'am,” Rafael slipped back into sub space.

“Stay here,” you patted his chest and got up. In the kitchen you got a cold water bottle from the fridge and grabbed the baby wipes from the bathroom. Rafael rolled on his stomach when you reentered the room and you gently cleaned his ass of lube. He chugged half the water while you threw the wipes away and finished the bottle.

“Good night,” you murmured while Rafael settled back against your chest.

“Te quiero,” his words were muffled by your breasts.

“I love you too. And you too snoring Sonny,” you drifted off surrounded by love and acceptance. One fantasy was checked off the three of your bucket lists, what was next was still to be seen.

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mrsjihyunkim · 6 years

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20 Seconds of Bravery Ch 18

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When I walked into the living room I recognized the officer. He was older now but he was the one who always responded to calls about Jake and I when we were together, he was also Jake's cousin. When he saw me he put on the good cop act but his eyes said everything. He was enjoying this. I sat down next to V and he pecked me on the cheek before handing me the tea.

"Hello ma'am. Do you mind answering some questions?" I set the tea cup down and nodded.

"Of course officer. I want to do everything I can to catch the sick bastard who did this." When I said that the officers eye twitched and I knew I struck a nerve.

"That's understandable ma'am. Can you think of anyone who would want to cause you harm or distress?" I pretended to think about his question as if we both didn't already know the answer.

"Well maybe my ex boyfriend. He didn't handle our break up very well and I know that he's not happy about my current relationship. But this should all be in the file since I had pressed charges against him in the past."

"I see, and what were the charges against him?" The officer tapped his pen on his tiny notebook.

"Sexual assault and aggravated assault. There were other charges but those were the ones he was convicted for." I felt V squeeze my hand and it felt good to have him near. "These are all in the file and I'd rather not rehash them if I don't have to. It's not exactly fun to talk about." The officer nodded his head and looked to V.

"And you're the new boyfriend?" He asked as if trying to sum up V.

"Yes I am, but I don't see how that's relevant to the package that was delivered. It was nothing but malice towards MC."

"I'm just trying to sort everything out Sir. We want to find out who sent it as much as you." It took all my self control not to roll my eyes at him.

"But she just told you who was most likely to have sent it and you didn't ask anything else." I could see that V was getting angry.

"V it's alright. I'm sure the officer is just doing the job he was given." I looked back to the officer. "Do you have any other questions for me?"

"No ma'am. I think I have everything I need. I'll go through the file you mentioned and look into this ex of yours. If you think of anyone else in the meantime please feel free to call my direct line." He handed me a card and I put it on the coffee table.

"Thank you officer. I'm sure you'll find that file helpful and something happened to it or anything just call my lawyer. He made several copies just to be safe." The officer's eyes were flaming with anger now.

"Very well ma'am. Thank you for your cooperation." He turned around an quickly left the penthouse. Jumin locked the door behind him and walked over to us.

"Well that was a complete waste of time. Are you alright MC?" Jumin sat on the couch next to us and leaned back.

"I'm alright." I was still shaking but It was small now and I didn't think anyone would notice.

"And how are you V?" I could see that the question surprised V.

"I guess I'm mostly angry but I'm glad that MC is ok." He was pouring himself the last of the wine. "I knew he was going to try something but how did he even know that she was awake? The official hospital record said that she was brain dead." This had me choking on my tea.

"Wait, what?" V instantly regretted what he said. "I was pronounced dead?"

"Yes and no. The only way they would let us move you is under a hospice title. And the ER doctor honestly thought you wouldn't wake up. So according to that hospital you were dead. It probably says that we sought a second opinion but that hardly means anything. We all knew you would wake up though and we were right." I was still shocked that they actually said I was dead. "Please don't be upset MC."

"I'm not upset. It's just a bit to process. I mean with Jake and everything it makes sense but I wish you would of told me." I rubbed my temple with my hand and closed my eyes.

"To be fair, V wanted to tell you but the doctor told him that he should wait. Something about a possible relapse if we overwhelmed you too much." Jumin said from my left. I bit my lip not knowing what to say. "However V brings up a good point. Jake should not have known you were awake yet considering that you didn't even get to leave the building today. He must carefully be watching all of us." My head was really starting to hurt from the days events.

"Well we need to do something soon. And the police are going to be no help. That officer who was just here, that's Jake's cousin. He handles all the domestic calls for the city and he's always swept Jake's abuse under the rug. And the file that I mentioned to him probably doesn't even exist anymore. That's why I brought up my lawyer. He was an old friend of my moms and he made sure that several copies of the file was made."

"That's a very smart thing to do. Especially if he has help inside the police department." Jumin looked to V. "What do you want to do next V?" V leaned his head on his fist and knitted his eyebrows together.

"I think for now we should all just get some rest. This evening as been stressful on all of us." Jumin and I both nodded in agreement.

"Sounds like a good idea. Then I'll bid you too good night." With that Jumin disappeared into the penthouse and everything went silent.

"I guess I'll go get ready for bed then." I stood up from the couch and looked at V. "Are you coming too." He smiled at me and kissed my hand.

"I'll be right there. I'm just going to call Saeyoung and fill him in on everything." I leaned down and kissed him real quick.

"Alright. I'll see you in there." I left V to his phone call and headed to the room that Jumin was letting us stay in. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose sweater that hung off my shoulder. As I brushed my teeth I could feel my exhaustion catching up to me. I washed my face and then got into the bed and almost instantly fell asleep. I was already half asleep by the V got into the bed and pulled me close to him. He was so warm that I couldn't fight it anymore and I drifted asleep in his arms. While I slept I dreamed that I was back home and my mom was sitting on my couch petting Azul. My eyes began to water and I ran to her. "Mom!" I tried to hug her but I fell right through her and onto the couch. Disappointment filled my heart. "This is a dream isn't it?" She nodded her head and put her hand near my cheek, I could swear that I felt the warmth of her hand. "I've missed you so much Mom. There's so much going on and I could really use your advice."

"I know sweetie. I'm sorry I can't be there for you, but I'm here now, so I'll do what I can." Hearing her voice was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard and my eyes began to water. "Why do you start by telling me about the boy you gave my shirt to." She waved her hand and an image of V appeared in front of us. I couldn't help but blush. My mom had died before I was interested in boys so I never got to have this talk.

"That's Jihyun, but everyone calls him V. He's an amazing photographer and an even better person. I thought he was a creep when I first met him but we've been through so much already and he continues to stand by him. Through him I've met some amazing people and even have a family." I realized that I was basically gushing and I blushed even more. "I hope you're not mad that I gave him your shirt." She smiled and shook her head.

"Not at all. In fact it's quite suiting that you gave it to him considering that your father gave it to me. I'm glad to finally see you happy after everything you've been through." I smiled at her and she waved the image away. "But what do you plan to do about Jake? " My smile fell and I looked at my hands.

"I honestly don't know. I want there to be a peaceful solution but I know he won't allow that. I'm not even sure if there's any good left inside of him. Deep down I know that I have to fight him but I'm not sure how. I don't think I'll be strong enough to physically fight him, and he has too many connections to fight him legally. He really has me backed into a corner."

"You keep looking for solutions on your own but you keep forgetting that you're not alone anymore. You have a life full of love, you have a family. I know you don't want to be a burden but acting alone will only hurt them more." I knew she was right and I hung my head in shame. I had been trying to handle everything on my own when in reality I had some very talented people who could help me. Suddenly I heard a faint ringing noise and my mom began to fade away. "Looks like this is all the time we get. Be brave MC nothing worth having comes easy. I know you can get through this."

"No. Mom you can't go again. I need you. Please don't leave me alone!" I tried to reach for her and only fell to my knees. Tears fell down my face as I cried for her not to leave. She said something to me but the ringing was so loud now that I couldn't hear her. Once her image was completely gone everything went dark before I shot up in bed. I wiped the tears and found the source of the ringing. It was a cell phone with and unknown number calling. I threw it across the room and sobbed into my knees. It took about ten minutes before I realized that V wasn't in the bed with me. I looked to the bathroom but the lights were off and the spot where he was laying was cold. After wiping my face off I stood up and headed towards the door. I opened it slowly and walked out to the hallway. There was a light on at the end of the hall and I could hear hushed voices. As I got closer I was able to make out V's voice but I wasn't sure about the other two. When I got to the end of the hall I looked around the corner and saw V, Jumin, and Eric. I was going to make my presence known when Eric said something that caught my attention.

"So have you told her about the baby yet?" My breath hitched in my chest and a hand flew to my stomach.

"No. The plan was to tell her tomorrow but after everything that happened I don't know if I should wait. I'm just worried that she'll blame herself. We haven't really talked about having kids so I don't even know where she stands on the issue but I know she'll be heartbroken when she finds out she lost a baby." V's words echoed in my head. I had lost a baby that I didn't even know about.

"Well she loves kids but after what Alex did to her the doctor wasn't sure if she'd even be able to conceive. I always assumed that she had come to terms with that but this might give her hope. So I think you should tell her. I mean if there's anyone she'd want to have kids with it's you." I listened as Eric and he was right. I always did wanted kids but thanks to Alex I never thought I could. My eye's became misty and I decided to step into the room. Both Eric and Jumin's faces turned sour and I could see that V instantly felt bad. No one said anything and I was struggling to keep in my tears.

"Is it true, was I really pregnant?" I choked on the words as I said them. V stood up but couldn't even look me in the eye.

"We didn't know till after you're surgery." Eric tried to tell me but I cut it off.

"No. I need to hear it from V." I looked at V and I knew he was upset but I needed to hear it. "V, did I lose our baby?" He took a step towards me and I could see the pain in his eyes and I knew it was true. I turned around and ran back to our room. V was following behind me but as soon as I got in the room I locked myself in the bathroom. As soon as I was locked in there I sank to the floor and cried. V knocked softly on the door but I didn't open it.

"MC I'm sorry. Please don't shut me out." I couldn't even talk and I heard V slid down the other side of the door. "I really did want to tell you. I wanted to tell you the second I found out but I couldn't. I had to deal with that loss on my own even though we didn't know about the baby it still hurt." I could tell he was upset about it and I didn't know what to do.

"When were you going to tell me?" I tried not to sound bitter but I was hurt that he'd kept this from me.

"I was going to tell you tomorrow after our date. I just wanted to see you happy before I broke your heart, but I couldn't even do that." I heard a thump on the other side of the door as I processed V's reasons. "Are you mad?" I let out a deep breath and stood up. I unlocked the door and opened it up. When I did V fell backwards onto the floor.

"I'm not mad. I don't know what I am." I stepped over him and sat on the bed. "I woke up from a dream about my mom, you weren't there, and then I found you in the living room having some kind of secret conversation. I don't know what I'm supposed to be thinking. Why was Eric even here?" V stood up and leaned on the wall across from me.

"He came over to check on you after he closed the shop but by the time he got here you were already sleeping. I only knew because I couldn't sleep and went to go get a drink. Then we all just started talking." V's eyes look almost like they were on the verge of tears and I could see how sincere he was trying to be. I let out a deep sigh and stood up. I walked over to V and hugged him tightly. He seemed surprised by the sudden hug but he gladly wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry MC. I keep saying that I won't keep things from you but I do."

"It's alright. I know you don't do it on purpose and that your heart is in the right place. As long as you don't lie to my face I won't get too mad." He kissed the top my head and I smiled into his chest.

"Well there's something else I haven't told you but only because Jaehee asked to tell you in person." I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow. "Just make sure you call her tomorrow. She's pretty excited to talk to you about it." I let go of V and walked over to where I threw my phone. I picked it up and saw that the screen was cracked and it wouldn't turn on.

"Well I'll probably have to get a new phone first. I guess I don't know my own strength." V took the phone and looked it over in his hands.

"Why did you throw it so hard?" He asked almost surprised.

"It woke me up from my dream because an unknown number was calling me. I should of answered it but I was took angry that it stopped me from seeing my mom." I sat back down on the bed and V followed me.

"Do you want to talk about your dream? I can tell it's got you all emotional." I blushed when V saw through me.

"I honestly don't even know what to say about it. I was in my house and she was sitting on my couch. It all seemed so real but I couldn't even hug her. It's been years since I've had a dream about her and it hurt so bad." I laid back on the bed and V laid with me. "The dream did make realize something though." V swept my hair back and raised his eyebrow at me. "She yelled at me for trying to find a solution about Jake on my own. I think she was right though. All of the solutions inside my head involve me facing him alone but I don't think it has to be that way. I mean every solution I have for Jake is me facing him on my own but I'm not alone and I to stop thinking that I am." I looked at V and seemed surprised by my words. He put his arm around my waist and pulled into a kiss.

"I'm glad you finally believe that. Everyone really wants to help you move on. However I have the best motivation of all of them if you ask me." I gave him a curious look and he blushed. "I have something to give you but I wanted to wait a bit longer." I laughed a little at his embarrassment.

"Well what is it?" He bit his lip and I played with his hair. "You should at least give me a hint. Who knows when I'll go into another coma." He gave me a look and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Just being realistic given our current luck." He rolled over to the night stand on his side of the bed. I heard him open the drawer and pull something out. Whatever it was he held it behind his back and smiled.

"Alright you can have a hint. Close your eyes and hold out your hand." I did as I was told. V placed something small and fuzzy in my hand. I rubbed my thumb over it and realized that it was velvet. I closed my hand around the object and realized it was a small box.

"V is this a jewelry box?" I was a mix of nervous and excited. V took the box out of my hand and I heard him put it back in the nightstand. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling.

"It could be but I guess you'll just have to wait and see." I shot him a look and he just smiled.

"You didn't need to get me anything ya know. I'm more sentimental than materialistic ya know." He kissed my forehead and smiled.

"I know and I didn't plan on getting it but I saw it and thought of you. That's the only reason I got it." I blushed and hid my face in his chest. We fell into silence and I noticed that V had fallen asleep. I tried my best to follow him but my head was swimming and I began to feel restless. I rolled over several times but finally decided to grab my computer and head to the living room. The hours all blurred together as I just began to draw and soon the sun began to peep into the penthouse.

#mystic messenger #20sob #jihyun kim #v x mc #jumin han #my writiting #fan fiction

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izzielove-blog1 · 6 years

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Part two

"Alright let me get her in bed, I'll be right back." Violetta carried me back into a bedroom, "Alright here you go sweetie." She handed me a night gown with what looked like a mermaid with red hair.

I stared at it, "She's so pretty." I whispered.

"You've never seen The Little Mermaid?" she asked and I shook my head. "I'll buy the movie tomorrow and we will watch it." She helped me into a new pull up and the nightgown then brushed my hair out which was half way down my back. "Alright all done." She laid me down in a big comfy bed, and covered me in a soft pink blanket.

There was a tap on the door, "It's just me, I brought some milk." Grandpa opened the door and handed me a bottle. "Here you go. Have you guys done prayers yet?"

"No sir, I was going to start that tomorrow, let her settle in tonight, you know?" Violetta kissed me on the head, "Goodnight sweetheart." She said softly and put a pillow on either side of me.

I started to drink the milk, which was warm, but a good warm, and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up holding on to Violetta's arm, she was sleeping still, the sun just barely going up. I pulled a blanket down to the floor and curled up in a ball for another hour or two until I heard Violetta start talking.

"Isla? Where are you?" She asked, sounding tired still.

I stood up, "I'm here I didn't want to wake you." Even though I did, I didn't want her to get mad.

She helped me back on the bed, "I wouldn't have minded, you can always wake me up." She pulled me back under the covers with her and we cuddled for a bit. After a while she asked, "Are you hungry, baby?"

I sat up quickly, grabbed my elephant, and hoped off the bed, "Let's go!" I was excited, didn't know why but I was.

"Alright, I'm up." She slide out of bed and opened the door and I ran out a head of her. "Isla wait!"

I giggled as I ran into someone and almost fell if they hadn't caught me. "Whoa there Isla!" It was Aunt Stephanie, I ran back to Violetta and hid behind her. "It's ok, Isla." She picked up my elephant and got down to my size in front of me. "Here you go, sweetheart."

I took it from her. "Thank you, Aunt Stephanie." I quietly said.

She smiled, "Your welcome, gorgeous." I smiled at that, no one had ever called me that. "Now I bet your hungry," I nodded, "how about I make some French toast while you go get ready?"

"Yummy, you eat with me right?” I tugged on Violetta's clothing.

"I think we have to go girls, get dressed. Officer Sweksin is going to meet us at the station and so is CPS." Grandpa said coming out of another room.

"Well don't you look nice." Chelsea said, as we walked into the police station.

I blushed, and hid behind Violetta. "There you are, sweetie!" I turned around to see Miranda walking up to me. "Come to mommy, Isabella May." She came over and scooped me up.

I screeched, "Put me down!" She put me down, but grabbed my arm really hard. "Ow." She squeezed harder.

"Thank-you for finding my daughter! I was worried sick, after she fell from the tree, I thought she was really hurt but I came out and saw she was missing."

I looked up at Violetta who stared in disbelief, she could tell she was lying, or at least I hoped. "Well I'm here to take Isabella and talk to her for a little bit, can you come with me?" A lady asked coming from behind Violetta.

"Oh I was just going to take her home, I bet she's tired, from all that running off." Miranda gripped me tighter, I bit my lip to not cry but I stated to cry anyways. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothing." I whispered trying to pull away a bit, she held my hand a little more gently.

"Ma'am it's procedure, it'll only take a few minutes." She reached for me.

Miranda pulled me back, "I'd just like to forget about this all and go home."

I looked at Violetta, who nodded at me, "I want to talk to her, she seems nice." I grabbed her out stretched hand.

"All right sweetie. But only for a little we need to get home, your grandfather was very worried." She let go of me.

"This won't take long, ma'am." The lady lead me into a room, with toys and animals on the walls. "Alright sweetie, have a seat." She handed me a juice punch and a donut. "I thought you might like these."

I sat down and started eating, "Thank-you this is yummy."

"No problem. Now my name is Sadie, do you prefer Isabella May or Isabella?"

"Isla or Isla May, Miranda only calls me Isabella May. Everyone else calls me Isla." I said, finishing the donut.

"Why is that? Why does she call you Isabella May? Why not everyone else?" She sat down next to me, and helped me open the juice.

"Miranda never wanted me, she doesn't like me, she says I'm a bad girl. She hits me and kicks me all the time. Last night with Violetta was better then ever. They gave me this outfit and more clothes and my elephant. I didn't have that with Miranda." I pushed the drink around.

"You can drink that..." she got cut off my a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

Violetta's dad came in. "I brought her something to drink," He saw the juice box on the table, "guess I was just in time, we learned last night she can't drink from straws yet." He gave me a pink sippy cup. "It's apple juice, sweetie." He said and left.

"How old are you Isla?" Sadie asked confused as I drank some apple juice.

"I think I'm three." I was never told how old I was so I never knew how old I was.

"You don't know how old you are?" She looked concerned. I shook my head. "Well your mom never told you?"

"No, is that bad?" I asked.

"Yes. If you could go home with anyone right now who would it be your mom, or Mr. Sanchez and his daughter?" She looked at me very seriously.

"Violetta and grandpa, they have been so nice, nicer then Miranda was ever to me." I smiled up at her.

"Alright sweetie. I'll see what I can do. Go a head and stay in here." She handed me a coloring sheet and some crayons. "You can color or you can play, you have your juice. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I nodded and started to try and color. "Does it matter what hand I use?"

"Use what ever hand you feel more comfortable with sweetheart" she left with that said.

"Okay." within five minutes she came back and saw what I did.

"That looks very nice. Now come with me, Isla." She reached for my hand and I took it.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we left the room.

"There you are you little bitch!" Miranda yelled. I turned around and saw her with her hands behind her back. "You did this! This is all your fault! They don't love you, they wIll never want you, or love you, your a little whore!"

I was picked up from behind, "Thats not true, Isla. I love you so much!" Violetta said.

"I love you to, Sugarplum!" Grandpa gave me a kiss on the head.

"You guys are lying to her, and she knows it!" Miranda said right before being pulled away.

"Don't listen to her, sweetie. We love you a lot." Violetta said, taking me out of the police station.

Almost Two years later

"Mommy!" I screamed, sitting up in bed crying. "Mommy!"

Violetta came running in, "It's ok, baby. It was just a nightmare." She held me close, rocking me gently.

"But it wasn't," I whispered, tears streaming down my face still, "it was real." I moved closer to her not wanting to let go.

"Well, I'm here now, baby." She hushed me.

"Why don't you come sleep in our bed, sweetie?" Moms fiancé, Kevin, asked. I nodded and he scooped me up and brought me into their room and set me down in the middle of the bed. Mom came in behind us and snuggled up with us.

"Is this about what's happening in the morning?" She asked.

"What if I have to go back with her?" I moved my hands around looking for my elephant, then sat up.

"I'll go get your elephant, talk with mommy ok?" Kevin got up and went to go get it.

"You are never going back there, you hear me? Remember last year, on your birthday? We went to the courthouse and the nice man asked you if you were ok with me being your mommy?" I nodded, "Well, the man had me sign some papers saying that I am your mommy, and no one can take you away from me, ok? Mommy and daddy will take care of you and keep you safe ok?"

"What about Peter?" Peter was mommy's new baby, she had to go to the doctor three months ago to get him out of her tummy.

"We are here for both of you, baby girl!" Daddy laid back down with us and handed me my elephant, "There you go, feel a little better?"

I gave my elephant a squeeze then hugged daddy, "I love you, daddy." I hugged mommy, "I love you mommy. Thanks for everything."

I smiled as they hugged me, "We love you to, Precious." They said, and I fell asleep in their arms.

When I woke up daddy and mommy were already up, the door was open so I climbed off the bed holding the elephant by the trunk, and walked out rubbing my eyes. Peter was up to I heard him cooing in the other room. "Good morning, Isla May!" Daddy scooped me up in a big hug, "No more nightmares?" I shook my head and hugged him back. "Good." He kissed me and set me down in my booster at the table. "Mommy is making breakfast ok?"

"I'm making your favorite, French toast with eggs." Mommy kissed my head.

I shook my head, "I'm not hungry." I hugged my elephant tightly to my chest.

"You gotta eat baby, come on it's your favorite and if you eat maybe, just maybe we can go to Chuckie Cheese later." Mom gasped with a big smile on her face.

I smiled back, "Well maybe just a little." I said.

After breakfast I went into my room and started getting dressed in the dress mommy had picked out, it was pink and white with purple flowers on the trim, then put on white tights. "Mommy! I'm dressed!" I shouted.

"Keep it down, Isla, your mom is trying to put Peter down for his nap." Dad came in and put me in his lap to do my hair, he just put my hair half up and half down. "You ready to go?" I nodded. "Alright then let's go."

"Don't you have work today, daddy?" I asked as someone knocked on the door.

He took me to go answer it, "No Baby Girl, I took off today for you." He smiled and kissed my head.

He opened the door to his mom, "Grandma!" I said and leaned for her to take me.

"Why Isla May! Good morning, little duckling!." She hugged me really tight.

"Hey momma B," Mommy came around the corner, she took me, "and where are your shoes and socks Isla and what happened to your hair?"

I shrugged, "I was waiting on you mommy, and daddy did my hair."

"Alright but we got to hurry, we got to go soon. We will be right back." She took me in my room and sat me in my butterfly chair. "Alright, here we go." She slid my white dressy socks on me and handed me a white dress shoe with a heel and tapped one of my feet, "It goes on this foot." She said while fixing my hair, she brushed it then put it in the half up half down, but the part that's up she braided, then she handed me my other shoe.

I slid it on and velcroed the strap. "Look mommy, I did it!" I said all excited.

"Very good now let's go." She helped me into a white cover up, then carried me out to the living room. "Alright, Peter has been down for about five minutes, I fed him right before there are more in bags in the fridge. I don't know how long we will be. We promised Isla we would take her out after the court hearing."

"Alright Violetta, I know where everything is if I didn't I would call you guys now go. You guys need to see the end of this. It's been almost two years, and for her fifth birthday, I'm pretty sure you want this done and over with. Especially if what you want to..." she whispered something into daddy's ear.

"Yes I know Mom. We've got to go." Daddy said and let mommy carry me out first, then locked the door.

"Do we have to go mommy?" I asked as she buckled me into my car seat.

"Yes baby, we do. It's the end of your past. This is the last time and you can go back to school tomorrow." I clapped at that, it made me very happy, I loved school.

"We now call a witness to the stand, Isabella Isla May Sanchez, formally known as Isabella Isla May Deleon." Mommy called her a public defender.

Mommy and daddy walked me up to the gate where a security guard took my hand and guided me to a stand next to Judge Crystal. Then he picked me up and put me in the chair, "Don't sit down yet, Isabella." The judge said.

"Sorry." I said and stood up.

"That's quite alright Isabella, can you put your left hand on this Bible and you right hand in their air?" The public defender came up to me and put the Bible in front of me. I tried my hardest considering I didn't know my left from my right but I ended up switching my hands by accident. "Switch your hands, it's ok I should have showed you." I switched them. "Alright, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, so help you God."

"Yes ma'am." I responded softly.

"Good, you can have a seat now." I sat down. "Now Isabella, can you tell us what happened on May the fourth 2007?"

"Yes, I went out to lunch with grandpa Dennis, to Cathedrals, where mommy works, when he took me back home he told Miranda, that I liked mommy and she gave me hugs, and cookies. She got mad and hit me."

The public defender put up her hand. "Let the record show that the person she is calling Mommy is Violetta Sanchez, who has since adopted her. Go ahead and continue Isabella."

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superwholock-marvel-images · 7 years

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Through time and space part 11

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

The boys from Baker street are seemingly unfazed by the whole bigger on the inside thing. Right now only one thing was on their minds: you.

Once the Doctor drops Sherlock and John off in your hospital room the time lord takes off again more than likely to park the TARDIS elsewhere. Sherlock looks around the room, taking in the details. He slowly lets his eyes fall onto the hospital bed in front of him: you’re somewhere under all the tubes, wires, and bandages- unmoving as if you’re dead. The only indicator that you’re alive is the line on the heart monitor. “Y/N.” The consulting detective says, his voice cracking slightly. John clenches his jaw, a look of murder is written across his face.

A few minutes later Sam and Katie walk into the room. “What happened?” Sherlock asks in a calm manner. “The Doctor gave John and I a brief summary of what happened but it’s not a lot to go off on.”

“You were supposed to look after her!” John exclaims. “First Y/N gets electrocuted, now this!” He glares at your brother and sister. “You’re supposed to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.” No one dares to interrupt the angry hobbit. “One of my best friends is on death’s doorstep because of you!” Sam clenches his fist about ready to punch John in the face.

“How do you think Katie and I feel?!” Sam retorts. “Y/N is our kid sister!” Katie and Sherlock share a look, the two of them then separate your brother and best friend.

"Fighting won't help Y/N at all." Sherlock states crossing his arms. He then asks Katie if she could take Sam to another room. She nods and does so leaving Sherlock and John in silence. Surprisingly you start coming around 20 minutes later.

“Decided to return to the land of the living?” Sherlock asks in response to you coming out of a coma

“What’s the point of being dead, if I can’t torment you two.” You respond with a tired smile. Both John and Sherlock snicker in response. “All joking aside, thanks for not giving up on me, guys.”

“You’re welcome.” John says. “Besides that’s what friends are for.”

“That’s where you’re wrong John.” You say with a soft smile. “We’re not friends… we’re a family.”

“That’s one way how to put it.” While talking to your friends, Sam, Katie, and your dad walk in, you’re a bit confused about why Dean isn’t there with them.

“Jeez, what’s with the long faces around here?” You ask, causing your siblings to run over to your bed. You hiss in pain when Sam gives you a bear hug. He quickly backs off muttering his apologies. You just explain that your ribs are rather tender.

“Well what do you expect? You have at least six broken ribs.” John points out.

“No shit John, I can feel them.” Sherlock laughs lightly. Normally you don’t curse in front of your friends. Your family is a different story. Since Sherlock and John are both, you occasionally let a few curse words slip around them.

“Is that all you’re going to say on that subject?” Sherlock teases.

“Oh shut up.”

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When you visit Dean is a little hard for you. “You don’t have to do this (nickname).” Sam tells you.

“I’ll be okay. Besides he’d do the same for me.” You reply. Sam nods before saying something about checking on dad and taking his leave, he also takes Katie with him.

“De… please wake up.” You softly say, tears threatening to fall. You place your hand in Dean’s, it’s cold and clammy. When Sam and Katie get back, Sam is holding your dad’s journal.

“Hey. So Dad wasn’t in his room.” Sam says. Before you can ask your brother continues. “But I got Dad’s journal, so who knows? Maybe there’s something here.”

“About what, Sammy you’ve lost me.” You say.

“Dean told me that there’s a reaper here.” You arch an eyebrow but don’t bother to ask.

“Mind if I borrow Y/N, for a little?” John asks leaning against the doorframe of Dean’s room. You get off that hard plastic chair and walk over to your friend. John leads you out into the hallway where Sherlock is waiting for the two of you.

“What’s going on guys?” You ask.

“I saw your dad head towards the boiler room.” Sherlock says.

“Why would he go… oh, that sneaky son of a bitch.” You state putting two and two together.

“What?” John asks. You then explain that your dad is more than likely doing something incredibly stupid to save your brother.

“Well then we should stop him.” Sherlock points out. You shake your head.

“Too late… think he’s already done it.” You say as Katie walks out of Dean’s room, she then places a hand on your shoulder.

“Dean just woke up.” She says. You throw your friends a ‘see what I mean’ look.

A few hours later you and your siblings watch in horror as doctors and nurses try to resuscitate your dad without much luck. “I’ll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am.” A doctor says. That’s a punch in the gut for all of you.

After giving your dad a hunter’s funeral, the Doctor, and Rose show back up (after taking John and Sherlock back to Baker Street), Rose asks if you would want to travel with them for awhile. “If my siblings can come then sure.” You answer.

“The more the merrier.” The Doctor replies.

“You guys want to come?” You ask.

“I don’t see why not.” Dean replies. “But I think we need our bags though.” You roll your eyes, but don’t argue the subject.

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Rose changed her clothes into some shorts/overalls with a T-shirt. “You’re wearing that to the late 1970’s?” You tease.

“Well what about you? Just going to be wearing your blue jeans, open flannel, and T-shirt, plus sneakers?” Rose teases back. You laugh lightly.

“Hey Doctor, out of Rose and I who is dressed I’m more 70’s era clothing?”

“Both of you would be better off in a bin bag. Hold on, listen to this.” The Doctor answers putting in a CD. “Ian Dury and the Blockheads. Number One in 1979.”

“You’re a punk.” Rose jokes. Causing you and the Doctor to laugh.

“It’s good to be a lunatic.” The Doctor replies.

“Oh my god, why am I even friends with you two?” You randomly blurt out, soon everyone in the TARDIS is laughing.

When the TARDIS lands the Doctor starts to ramble. “1979. Hell of a year. China invades Vietnam. The Muppet Movie. Love that film. Margaret Thatcher. Urgh. Skylab falls to Earth, with a little help from me. Nearly took off my thumb.” The six of you leave the TARDIS. “And I like my thumb. I need my thumb. I’m very attached to… my thumb.” Riffles are cocked and pointed at the six of you. The Doctor then realizes that he landed in 1879 instead of 1979.

“You will explain your presence. And the nakedness of this girl.” One of the men says gesturing to Rose. The Doctor pulls out his psychic paper and hands it to the man.

“Let them approach.” A woman in the carriage says. Reluctantly the man allows the six of you to approach.

“Everyone, might I introduce her Majesty Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith.” Sam’s eyes go as wide as quarters as if he can’t believe it.

“Y/N Winchester.” You say respectfully. “These two are my brothers Sam and Dean and this is my sister Katie.” You gesture to your siblings when you say their names. Queen Victoria nods in response.

“Rose Tyler, Ma'am. And my apologies for being so naked.” Rose introduces herself after you’re done.

“I’ve had five daughters. It’s nothing to me. But you, Doctor. Show me these credentials.” The Queen says. The Doctor hands her his psychic paper. “Why didn’t you say so immediately? It states clearly here that you have been appointed by Lord Provost as my protector.” The Doctor is a little shocked but he rolls with it. Queen Victoria then says that the six of you are to come along for the journey. No one dares to argue with her. The six of you walk behind the carriage talking in hushed tones.

“It’s funny though because you say assassination and you just think of Kennedy and stuff. Not her.” Rose points out.

“1879? She’s had, oh, six attempts on her life? And I’ll tell you something else. We just met Queen Victoria!” The Doctor answers with a giddy tone. Everyone laughs lightly. Rose and the Doctor make a bet about Rose getting the queen to say ‘I am not amused.’

“She seemed like she heard the name Winchester before.” Dean points out.

“Dude… Winchester Castle, in Hampshire England, has been standing since 1067. Of course, she’s going to know the name.” You reply resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Thank you for that useless history fact sis.”

“I could’ve told you eleven states that have either a town or a city with the name of Winchester.” You counter sauntering out of your eldest brother’s way.

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“Your Majesty.” A man says when you arrive at your destination.

“Sir Robert. My apologies for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?” Queen Victoria replies.

“She’s indisposed, I’m afraid. She’s gone to Edinburgh for the season. And she’s taken the cook with her. The kitchens are barely stocked. I wouldn’t blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on.”

“Oh, not at all. I’ve had quite enough carriage exercise. And this is charming, if rustic. It’s my first visit to this house. My late husband spoke of it often. The Torchwood Estate. Now, shall we go inside? And please excuse the naked girl.” Rose blushes slightly and mutters her apologies.

“You know they won’t stop doing that until you change.” You whisper in your friend’s ear. Rose shrugs.

Once inside the house everyone is lead to the observatory. The Doctor starts going on about the telescope; he stops himself and looks at Rose. “Am I being rude again?” He asks.

“Yup.” Rose answers.

At dinner you notice Rose isn’t there. Something is a little off but you don’t say anything about it just yet. The lord of the house starts telling this story about a werewolf. You share a look with your siblings, the look is one that screams ‘we need to talk.’

You stand up and walk over to the window and look out of it. It’s a full moon. Rose might be in trouble again. You walk over to your siblings. “How many silver rounds do we have?” You ask.

“I have a full clip.” Dean says pulling his gun out of the waistband of his jeans and unloading it. Sam also has a full clip, you and Katie on the other hand barely have half a clip of silver bullets left.

“Y/N what are you doing?” The Doctor asks walking over to you and your family.

“I know how much you hate guns Doctor. But if you want Rose back without her becoming a werewolf, we might have to use them.” You explain. The Doctor reluctantly nods in response.

The women except for you, Katie, Rose and the Queen leave. You check your friend for bite marks, thankfully she doesn’t have any. “Y/N what are you doing?” Rose asks.

“I’m making sure that you didn’t get bitten by that werewolf.” You reply. “I don’t see a bite anywhere, and you still have your heart… so you’re good.��

“Stop this talk. There can’t be an actual wolf.” Queen Victoria states. Just before the wolf howls. You resist the urge to ask ‘you were saying.’

“What are we going to do?” Rose asks.

“Well we run.” You answer. “At least until we have a clear shot at the werewolf’s heart.”

“Your Majesty, as a Doctor, I recommend a vigorous jog. Good for the health. Come on!” The Doctor states. Everyone then runs up the stairs.

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Some idiot tries to shoot the wolf with regular bullets. You shoot one of your silver ones- it just grazes the werewolf. “Well, crap.” You state. You almost said shit but because you didn’t want to swear in front of a queen you said something else instead. “I think I just made it angry.”

“You missed?!” Rose asks.

“Didn’t miss, just hit it in the wrong spot so run.”

After everyone is inside a room you make a salt line in front of the door and close it. “Where’d you get the salt?” Dean asks impressed.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” You answer.

“Why did it stop?” Rose asks, she sounds a little scared.

“Other than the salt? More than likely silver or mistletoe.” Sam answers.

“What, exactly, I pray tell me, someone, please. What exactly is that creature?” The queen asks.

“Putting it bluntly, that’s a werewolf.” Katie answers. Queen Victoria doesn’t want to believe your sister.

“What was the salt for anyways?” Rose randomly blurts out.

“It’s a repellent.” You answer.

“Sam’s right about the mistletoe.” The Doctor states looking up from what he is doing.

“Okay, so now what?” The Doctor thumbs through a book ignoring your comment. He then starts rambling about the werewolf being an alien of some kind. He then starts going off about a diamond. “Doctor what are you going on about?”

“We need to go to the observatory.” The Doctor states.

“Doctor, the silver worked I injured it… why do we need to go to the observatory?”

On the way to the observatory you manage to hit the werewolf a few times but once again you miss its heart. What ends up taking the werewolf down is the biggest diamond in the world. Queen Victoria is holding her hand close to her body. “Your majesty are you okay?” You ask.

“Oh yes, I hit my hand on a nail. I’ll be fine.” The queen answers. You’re a bit skeptical but you don’t push it.

You now somewhat understand why Sherlock said his brother ‘threatened’ him with knighthood. Queen Victoria dubs the six of you as nobles. You’re fairly certain that being dubbed as nobles of the Impala is going to be a running joke with you and your siblings for years to come. Queen Victoria then says that she doesn’t want to see any of you ever again. You’re okay with that. “So where are we going now?” Dean asks as the six of you head back to the TARDIS.

“Well let’s see where the road or in this case the TARDIS takes us.” Katie answers.

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