#I wanna suck him off under his kilt

[siriusmydeer]

hii um can i request james potter smut headcannon or blurb thank youu

he likes to be choked

james potter x fem!reader

summary: you give james a new fantasy while in bed.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: SWITCH JAMES POTTER SUPREMACY, SIZE KINK!, mostly sub!james, a tad dom!reader, swearing, mentioned belly bulge kink, blindfolds, choking, male receiving oral, smutty but no penetration

“hey, hey, what’s the rush love?” he rasped delicately into your ear. both of his calloused hands gripping at the small of your back.

even when your were straddling the bespectacled boy, he was still so much bigger than you. you struggled to even hold your self up on his muscular thighs. his whole upper torso towering over your small figure.

both of your tops previously discarded on the floor of the room of requirement, a large four poster king bed on the left side of the room; with a fireplace providing light and heat directly into the room directly behind you. and a couch with a small table closer on the right of the room.

but the only thoughts running through your mind was how small you felt to his large figure. being a seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team required a lot of training and building muscle, and he had all of it.

he loved how he could just toss you onto the bed without difficulty, how he could pick you up and bring you anywhere because you’re size was no match to his, how he could just pin your figure against the lockers in the quidditch locker room and fuck the life out of you till his imprint was showing through your belly.

your hands braced his thick shoulders, leaning up towards his ear you whispered to him. “i want to try something... new.” a smirk gracing the depths of your lips. a look of confused scorned across his face but alas, he agreed. you made your way, hovering your torso of his lap and picking up something off the ground; your... tie?

“and what are you going to do what that?” his voice, hoarse and sexy but a confused tone lingered.

“how about i show you?” you challenged, raising a brow. you and james had previously talked months ago about what your boundaries were for your sex life.... he always said he wanted to be blind folded once or twice, and you wanted to use that to your advantage.

he nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as you leaned up onto the fronts of your caves and covered his saphire irises with your tie. his hands made a firm grip on your waist, you emitted a small giggle while slowly pushing him back against the plush of the comforter.

“shh darling, relax.” you whispered into his ear, kissing it in your wake. you kissed down his chest; slowly, you were teasing and he was letting you get away with it.

at first it was little shades of red splotches, as you progressed down his clenched torso your marks got darker and darker. your nose came in contact with his happy trail, kissing down till your lips almost made contact with the metal button of his dark blue jeans.

your hands smoothed up his thighs, they clenched at the sudden touch. your hands looking so small compared to them. you slowly unravelled the button, and undid the zipper. soon enough your hands were travelling the pants from his thighs, to his calves and pooling at his feet. you fit yourself in the space between his legs, he could cage you between his legs if he wanted too. your face soon enough coming close to his clothed cock. his hardening erection being clearer and clearer the more contact your hands made with his thighs.

you kissed right above the hem of his boxers, pulling them down, slowly, leaving kisses as your progressed down.

“lift up f’me.” you mumbled, his hips immediately rising as your grasped his boxers between your nimble fingers and dragged his boxers towards his feet, making your way back in between his legs.

you’re finger nails dragging up his thigh to the base of his dick. you could hear the hitch in his throat, and the small gasp emitted from his lips when your warm spit coated his tip.

you dragged your hand up and down the base of his cock and your tongue licking a stripe from his the bottom to the top of his cock, your tongue circling the tip. you took a breath of air before wrapping your lips around his girth and slightly hollowing your cheeks.

“ahh fuck- y/n.” he groaned from his throat, his hand immediately gripping the nape of your hair. you took your mouth off of him, “hey- no touching.” you demanded, going back to hollowing your cheeks and sucking with your tongue going lower to his public bone.

he quickly took his hand away from you gripping the bed sheets beside him, wriggling his hips a bit. you tried to avoid your gag reflex, and breathing as much as you could through your nose and you moved your lips around his cock, your hands still maintaining contact pulsing what your couldnt fit into your mouth.

as you continued to a faster pace, his moans grew louder, his breathing deep and heavy. his lower torso muscles were clenching and pulsing in pleasure.

“y/n, please. let me- can i... fuck.” he whimpered your name, his submissive side showing through his actions of asking for permission, so so obedient.

but you weren’t about to let him get away that easily. you took your lips off his girth, his cock layered in your spit and precum dribbling from the tip.

he hissed as your mouth was no longer on him, and the cool air had a sensitive effect on him.

“jamie, darling. c’mon now you know better, use your words.” you taunted.

“mhm.., y/n please.” he plead to you, but it wasn’t enough. if he wanted to finish he had to use his words and ask nicely.

“tsk, tsk. if you’re going to be naughty, and not use your words then the answer is no.” your stroked him as your spoke, denying him. as you denied his request his pleading only continued.

“let me cum, please y/n let me cum down your throat.” he fretted, his body quivering and impatiently waiting for your mouth back on his cock. his tip red and swollen, begging for a release.

“hmm, my darling boy. do you think you deserve it?” tantalizing him, you wanted to see how far he would go, see how much he would beg you before he wanted to take the control again.

“yes! yes- please, i-i’ve been good. please y/n you know i’ve been good!” he was basically yelled at you, telling you how good he was.

“cum for me james.” you let him off easy, and couldve edged him on but you were feeling nice; and with that, your mouth almost torturing his swelled tip, flicking your tongue around it.

you took a final breath and pushed down fully; hollowing your cheeks and moving up and down.

tears welled up, as you tried breathing through your nose and a sequence of stars flashed james vision and you felt his cum shoot white ribbons down your throat. you hand was moving up and down milking out his orgasam.

his thighs were quivering, hands almost ripping the bed sheets below him and his jaw was tight a clenched while groaning. finishing his orgasam, when your brought your mouth off of him he brought his hand ripping the tie off of his eyes, and quickly grabbing you to straddle his lap again.

without thinking, your nimble fingers grasped his throat and his adam’s apple bobbing in your palm. “hey, hey, what’s the rush love?” your derisive tone clear in the room, mocking him from his previous statement earlier.

at first he was confused, your hand around his throat? normally the situation had been reversed. at first it felt really really odd, but then it was like a switch. and it felt really really fucking good.

he wanted you to grasp it harder, and there was a clear look of desperation pouting at you through this sapphire eyes. he never moved your hand, or made any noises of discomfort so you squeezed the sides of his neck harder.

a long groan bubbled from his throat, he threw his head back a bit but his attention brought him back to the present moment and you grasped harder pulling his face closer to yours.

“c’mon jamie, i told you. speak when your spoken too.” your tone firm, an eyebrow raised.

he sent a small eager nod to you before speaking.

“m’sorry...” his eyes facing the bottom for your torso, where his eyes were in direct contact of your kilt.

he was speaking to you almost embarrassed, like he had been caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

you grasped his jaw firm between your hand, squishing his cheeks and forcing his vision into your irises. “s’alright, yeah? jus’wanna hear your pretty voice.” you whispered to him.

you looked in his eyes for a few seconds before a new look plastered his face, almost indescribable. and his eyes showing a flip change in his head.

his calloused hands dug into your side flipping you onto the bed, and just like that you were under his control underneath him.

your figure was no match to his and if he wanted to something, he got it.

you were bewildered at the sudden action, but when you were having your nights together no matter what he never left you unsatisfied.

hovering over your body, as his fingers snapped your underwear against your hip. you squirmed while he went a few millimeters from your ear; the boy who had been completely subbing for you about to completely dominate you.

“yeah angel, but i suppose i wanna hear your pretty voice. m’sorry not your voice- i wanna hear those pretty noises you make f’me.”

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[p-artsypants]

I’ll Handle This (11)

In Which The Metaphorical Crap Hits The Metaphorical Fan

Who authorized this angst in my crack fic?

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BWAAAAAAAA

BWA-BWAHHHHH

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Where did you get a harmonica?” Adrien whispered.

BWAAAAAAAA

BWA-BWA-WAAAHHHHHH

“Wish I was back in Texas.

The ocean's no place for a squirrel.

Wish I was in Texas,

Prettiest place in the world, oh no.”

“Are you going to answer my question? Or are you going to continue to serenade your cellmates?”

“I guess deep in my heart,

I'll always be a Texas girl.”

“We’re in jail, you know. Maybe that’s not a big deal for you, but it is for me!”

“I wanna go hoooooome, home.”

Adrien scoffed and sunk into the pocket, sulking. Of course, since he was in a Kwami’s body, he was not in jail. He could leave at any time. In fact, he wanted to. Desperately. Jail, cells, bars, they were all part of his greatest nightmare. 

But he stayed with Plagg. 

They hadn’t been given a reason for arrest. Just, slapped with cuffs and hulled out of the Lahiffe household. 

Plagg went quietly. Asking no questions and offering no protests. It was like he knew what was to come. 

Adrien couldn’t fathom the speed at which things happened. 

And where the hell did Plagg get that harmonica?

BWAAHHHHHH

“Alright alright, Mr. Agreste. Enough with the music. Give it here!” An officer approached the bars, hand outstretched. 

“Are you going to tell me what I’m in here for?”

The officer huffed. “We were asked to scare you straight. Your father said you were traveling a road of self-destruction, and thought a night in jail would help clear your mind.” 

“That’s what I thought.” He stepped back, and continued to play his harmonica. 

BWAAAAAAAA

“Hey, I said hand over the harmonica!” 

“If you want it, you have to come get it.” 

“Oh, you don’t want me to, kid. Just make this easy and hand it over.” 

“Do you often arrest kids for no reason?” Plagg asked instead. 

The policeman crossed his arms.  Plagg could read his nameplate, which said Daryl. “I’m not sure what ‘no reason’ is to you...but your father sure gave me an earful of what you’ve been up to. I have a nephew your age. If he was doing the crap you were, I’d hall his ass in here too to straighten him out.” 

“And what, pray tell, did my father say I was doing?” 

“Drugs. For one thing. Running around with some local gangs. Theft. Getting violent. Playing hooky.” 

Plagg groaned. “Man, I hate to say it, but you got played. Sure, if I was doing all that, I wouldn’t blame my father for asking you to scare me straight. But that’s not what happened. Look at me. Do you think I would jeopardize these good looks for some drugs or fights?” 

Officer Daryl pulled a stool over and took a seat. 

“Alright, let’s hear your side of the story, then.” 

“First of all, I should have called you guys on him. He’s a tyrant! He’s the most self-centered, emotionally constipated, jerk-hole in Paris. And we’re French! That’s saying a lot!” 

“Does he physically harm you?” Daryl asked with concern. 

“Well...no. I wouldn’t put it past him, but not yet, at least.” 

“Does he provide a clean, safe environment for you?” 

“Almost too safe...” Plagg muttered. 

“Does he withhold necessities? Such as food, shower, or a bed?” 

“No, he cuts me off socially though. And he neglects my emotional needs. He thinks that because I’m fed and clothed, that’s all I need.” 

“I get it,” the man sighed. “Really, I do. It sucks to have a parent that seems like they don’t care. But I’ve seen mothers smoke crack in front of their malnourished, filthy babies. I arrested a pimp beating up a prostitute in front of her toddler. Your father might not be the best, but he’s far from the worst. And that is not something we can really help with.” 

Plagg took this into consideration and nodded. Police couldn’t really arrest someone for being a sourpuss, right? 

“However, when he comes to pick you up in the morning, we can recommend him to get you both in family therapy. That might be the avenue to take.” He smirked. “So if it wasn’t drugs, what did you do to make your father so upset?” 

“My father is Gabriel Agreste, fashion police. And I wore this out,” he gestured to the kilt he still wore. “Among other hideous outfits, just to get his attention.” 

The man looked extremely disturbed by this. “You’re serious? That’s it?” 

“I mean, I also ran away from home...” 

“Ah, now that is a little bit more of a problem. You’re what, 14?” 

“15.” 

“A minor. Your father does have guardianship over you. This would be grounds for us to bring you home...but I wouldn’t have brought you here.” 

“So you’ll let me go?” 

“I could, but then you could be lying about all this.” 

“What do I have to do to prove I’m not lying? Blood test?” 

“Now hold on, kid. As long as you behave tonight, we’ll put in a good word for you tomorrow. And like I said, we’ll talk to your father about family counseling...and we’ll have a word with him about misusing resources.” 

This was not good enough to Plagg. Because Gabriel was still winning. Slap on the wrist or not, having Adrien spend the night in jail would be seen as a victory in Gabriel’s eyes. Adrien was under control again. 

And that would just not do. 

“You have my word, Daryl, I’ll behave.” He smiled. 

“Glad to hear it. You can hold onto the harmonica, just keep it down.” Daryl scooted the stool back to where he had grabbed it, and walked back from where he came. 

Once the coast was clear, Plagg let Adrien out of his jacket. 

“Okay, phase into the lock and get me out.” 

“What!” Adrien shrieked. “No no no! I’m not busting your butt out of jail! That’s illegal!” 

“So are most of the things I do, but that doesn’t stop me.” 

“You said that there wasn’t a lock in this world that could hold you. I will not be your keyblade.” 

“What?” 

“It’s a video game reference.” 

“Nerd.” Plagg nabbed him out of the air and pulled on his tail. 

“Ow! Hey!” 

“Sit still!” He yanked and twisted and scrunched his tail until it was a crooked pin shape, then he stuck it in the lock, fiddled with it, before the door slid open. 

“Geez, next time I’ll just phase through the lock.” 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Plagg tucked Adrien back into his jacket and closed the cell door behind him. 

“So how are we going to get out? You can’t just walk out the front door.” 

Plagg narrowed his eyes. “Or can I?” 

“It won’t work.” 

“Try me, bitch.” And Plagg walked with deliberate steps towards the front doors, where they had been escorted in. 

Daryl, of course, spotted him. “Ah! Agreste! I don’t know how the hell you got out—“ 

Plagg raised a hand, two fingers together with the thumb out to the side. Then he stated sharply. “Eck thoos yul hikteem!” 

Daryl stopped, blinked once, twice, then said, “oh, Adrien, you’re right. Your father really did do us both a disservice. Come on, I’ll escort you up front. Do you need a ride back to your friend’s house?” 

Adrien���s jaw dropped. It wasn’t supposed to be that easy! 

“No thanks, officer. I think I’ll walk.” 

“Okay kiddo. Let us know if your old man gives you any more problems, okay?” 

“Haha, will do!” 

Once outside, with the doors firmly closed behind them, Adrien emerged. “What was that?” 

“What was what?” 

“That—that spell! Have you always been able to do that?! Do you use it on me?!” 

“Simmer down, buddy.” Plagg patted him on the head. “It was just a...very specific destruction spell.” 

“What did you do?” 

“It’s temporary, really. Nothing to worry about. Back in the old days, people might realize I used the spell on them, but with him...he might just have some doubts about his decision to let me out.” 

“Okay, but what did you do?!” 

“Just a little spell that changed his resolve. Earlier, I convinced him to let me go, but that little barrier of…justice, or honor, or whatever kept him from following through. So I just…removed it.”

“You just…removed it?”

“Yep!”

“How often do you use that?”

“Never, if I can help it. Notice I usually just annoy people to get my way. And using spells with the three conditions is completely counterproductive, by the way. Magic is a tool, not a shortcut. 

“So you can’t use that spell to get my dad to drop whatever wall he has between us?”

“No, because it’s effects are temporary, and we have to convince him to ease up on his own. You see?”

“I think so…so what now?”

Plagg smiled.

—

11:30 pm. The evening bowel movement. Ever since he turned thirty, Gabriel was able to predict and prepare for the movement. But he liked it that way. Everything should be planned out and under control. Something so animalistic as defecating would not interrupt his day. 

Now finished with his business, he came back down and headed to his Atelier, to prepare notes for the company tomorrow morning. 

He walked in, and noticed the lights were off. Odd. Had he shut them off by accident when he left for the bathroom? Had Nathalie shut them off?

He flicked the light on, and the big plush red desk chair behind his desk swung around slowly.

“Well, well, well…If it isn’t the parent of the year.”

Gabriel just gaped in shock. “You-you…how did you get here?! I just talked to—an hour ago! The police! You were in jail!”

“My my, Gabriel. I have never seen you so flustered before.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Are you ready to call it quits yet? Or are you going to call the police on me again? What little lie will you tell this time? That I was trespassing? After I ran away from home?”

“Now Adrien, this was for your own good!”

“I think we both know this has far passed my own well being, old man.”

Gabriel just continued to stare at him, and Plagg wondered when the anger would burst out. Gabriel was never a level-headed man. So to see him so shocked, almost afraid, was concerning.  

Actually no, it was delightful. 

“You’re obsessed with control. To the point where I look like a cardboard cutout to you, instead of your son. Your son who is a human, with wants and needs and the capacity to make mistakes. But I can love. God, I can love, Gabriel. I want to love you. And my mind tells me I have to, because you’re my father. But your actions, your coldness, your control? That tells me that my love is being wasted. I might as well love my rock wall. It gives me the same amount of affection that you do.” 

Gabriel looked away, brow furrowed in thought. He still didn’t look angry, just confused and unsettled. “I really can’t...” he muttered to himself. 

“I’m sorry, what was that? You really can’t what? Control me? Is that what you were going to say?” 

“In a way...” Gabriel breathed. “Or ‘get you under control’, more specifically. But that’s the same thing, right? I want you to behave...but my way. And...you don’t want to.” 

“And that bugs you. Because all your employees do as you ask. But I’m not an employee. I think you forgot that.” 

“You escaped jail.” 

“I thought we were past that.” 

“Yes. Sorry, you’re right. I’m just...how? I talked to them, they said they were going to hold you until morning.” 

“I told you. There’s not a lock on earth that can hold me.” 

Gabriel collapsed into a chair, pushing his fingers through his hair and mussing it up. “Alright. I’m cornered. What do you want?” 

“A dad.” 

Gabriel frowned. Like the phrase was utter nonsense to him. 

Plagg stood and came closer, and when he spoke, his tone was much softer than it had been. “What’s going on? Why do you always push me away?” 

Gabriel tapped his thumbs together, clearly thinking. 

“I mean,” Plagg continued. “I’m no psychiatrist. If you’d rather us get therapy together, I would be down for that.” 

“Do you trust me?” Gabriel asked instead. 

“I’d like to,” Plagg shrugged. “But you haven’t trusted me enough to trust you back.” 

Gabriel stood. “Then I think it’s about time I let you in on what’s really been happening. It’s...it’s complicated. And I don’t expect you to understand right away. I should have told you sooner, but...I didn’t know how.” He walked over to the painting of Emilie in the style of Klimt. Then he beckoned Plagg closer. 

Plagg stood at his side, and looked at the painting with Gabriel. 

He expected some long winded monologue about love, and soulmates and how much losing a partner can hurt. He expected excuses and blame and guilt. 

He didn’t expect for the floor to move. 

Down. 

Down. 

Down. 

Adrien dared to peek out of the jacket, just to take a glance. 

They reached the bottom. A garden at the end of a bridge. 

Plagg was on edge, but didn’t speak. He just followed Gabriel down the bridge. Up to a tube. 

No, a casket. 

With Adrien’s mother inside. 

Wow. 

So...this was a lot more than he was prepared for. And Gabriel certainly was not a normal, predictable human. 

Gabriel 1. Plagg 0. 

Actually, right now it was more like Gabriel 1, Plagg 89. But who was counting? 

“I...that’s...” the shock was genuine. Adrien never knew what happened to his mom. And the whole time, she was in the basement? 

“She’s in a coma, and can’t wake up. It’s an effect of using the broken peacock miraculous.” 

Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit. This was bad. Really really terribly awfully bad. Edge of a knife, balancing on a thread kind of bad. 

“It is my hope that by obtaining the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous, I can join them and wish for her to be healed and wake up.” 

Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it, Gabe! 

“I’ve been trying to do so with the use of the Butterfly Miraculous, as Hawkmoth.” 

Goddamn son of bitch! 

It occurred to Plagg that Adrien would probably not be taking this news quite as calmly as he was. Adrien would be screaming and crying, and begging his father not to do this. But Plagg just stood there, staring at Mrs. Agreste. It was shocking, and heartbreaking, but for Plagg, it was more frustrating and annoying. 

How was he supposed to repair this relationship now? Gabriel certainly didn’t seem remorseful. 

“And now that I’ve told you this…I’d like you to join me. I need your help, Adrien, to bring back your mother.”

And that was the final nail in the coffin. 

“Won’t you say something, son?”

What was there to say? ‘No’? ’Screw you old man’? No…he had to find some way to repair this. 

“How did you find out about the wish?” Plagg asked.

Gabriel opened his lapel, and his kwami emerged. “This is Nooroo, he allows me to transform into Hawkmoth.” 

Plagg turned his slitted eyes onto his estranged brother, only to receive a wide-eyed gasp. Nooroo knew, but continued to stay silent and wait. 

“He told me about the wish. He said it was the only way to save her.”

“The only way he knew of.” Plagg corrected.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at him. “What—?”

Plagg sighed. “The ultimate wish would, potentially, work, however, balance must always be maintained. If you want to wake her up, someone else would have to take her place. Someone you love. Someone like Adrien.” 

Gabriel took a step back. “Who are you?”

“Ah, finally figured it out, hmm Gabe?”

Gabriel went pale. “Jesus Christ…I asked who you are! Where’s my son?!”

“He’s near. And he’s safe. It took you two weeks to notice that I wasn’t Adrien. Nino and Marinette figured it out way sooner. This possibly could have gone on forever if I hadn’t given myself away.” 

“WHO ARE YOU?!” Gabriel shouted, actually scared. 

Plagg smirked. “Name’s Plagg. The Black Cat Kwami. At your service.” 

“You…how? Why?” 

“The more important question is, do you want to save your family?” 

Gabriel gaped at him, so many questions going through his mind. 

“Keep in mind, the ultimate wish is half of my power. I know how it works. And I think I have an idea to save Emilie without sacrificing Adrien.” 

“Let me see him,” Gabriel begged, his voice full of gravel. “Let me see my son!”

Plagg took Adrien out of his jacket and held him up in his hand. 

Poor Adrien was bawling. He covered his face with his paws to keep from making noise. 

“Adrien…”

“How could you…you know I missed her so much…She was right here the whole time?” He sobbed. “And…and Hawkmoth…you’ve hurt everyone I’ve ever cared about.”

“Now son…”

“No! Shut up!” He wailed. “I agreed to this stupid body swap with Plagg because he promised that he’d get you to love me again…but I don’t know if I could love you. You’re a monster.” 

Gabriel stared, mouth open, fighting for words, willing to protest, but he had nothing. 

Plagg drew Adrien up to his face, holding him close to his cheek. “I’ve got you, buddy. It’s alright.” 

The Butterfly Miraculous burned on his chest, boiling with the despair from his son. Normally, Gabriel would want to capitalize on it…but now, he just wanted to make it go away. 

“What do I need to do to fix this?” He asked. 

“Well, for starters, hand over your Miraculous. And the Peacock, while you’re at it.” 

Adrien watched in amazement as Gabriel willingly handed over both brooches.  

“Okay,” Plagg stated with an exhale, he deposited Adrien’s tiny form into Gabriel’s hand. “Here, talk with your son. Listen to what he has to say. I’m going to take these somewhere safe. And talk to my sources about helping Emilie.” 

Gabriel clenched his eyes shut, like he was trying not to cry. “Had I known saving her would have been this easy, I would have asked for help. I don’t know how but...I would have.”

Adrien didn’t hold back the snark from his voice as he said, “Anything would have been better than terrorizing the entirety of Paris. What will mom think?”

This made Gabriel moan in pain. He hadn’t even considered it.

“How do I get out of here?” Plagg interrupted. 

“Oh uh…the elevator. There’s a button with an up arrow.” 

“Okay, I’ll be back Adrien.” Plagg took quick steps from the room. 

He knew they had to talk. Nothing would be fixed without them having honest communication, but it felt wrong to leave Adrien behind like that. 

Worst case scenario, Adrien could always cataclysm his father. It might permanently get them stuck until Adrien’s body perishes, but…

He left the mansion, making a beeline for Marinette’s house. The bakery was closed, and the lights were off, but Marinette’s lights were still on. 

Thankfully, he had his phone. 

“Hello?” Marinette’s cheerful chirp came from the other side. 

“Hey Marinette, I’m outside.” 

“What? Where?” 

“Not on the balcony, at the front door. I have a present for you.” 

The phone hung up, and he saw a light turn on in the stairwell. Then Marinette stumbled down the stairs and opened the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Why didn’t you transform?” 

“Couldn’t. Here,” and he took her hand and slapped the brooches in it.

“I...are these...? Is this a joke?” 

“Nope. Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth and he handed these over to me himself.” 

“Gabriel is...?” She clutched her heart. “Adrien...where’s Adrien?” 

“Currently having a heart to heart with his dad.” 

“Yeah, but...isn’t one of the conditions to repair their relationship?” 

“Yep.” 

Tears welled up in her eyes. “And he was really Hawkmoth?” 

“He was trying to get the miraculous to bring his wife back. She’s in a coma in their basement.” 

“Oh my god...” 

“You said it, sister.” 

“Is he okay? Should I go over there?” 

“He’s upset. Obviously. I was hoping Ladybug and the horse miraculous would make an appearance over there. We can take Emilie to the Guardian temple in Tibet. They certainly have a way to wake her up.” 

“Are you sure? Or are you just hoping?” 

“I’m sure. Not the first time a miraculous has broken and hurt someone.” 

“Should I bring the peacock too, then?” 

“Maybe keep it in your compact, just in case.” 

Just then, a chirp came from the ring. 

“Uh, well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.” 

“What?” 

“A condition was just met.” 

Marinette grabbed his hand and stared at the ring. “What?! How?!” 

He shrugged. 

“Lila must have died.” 

Plagg laughed. “You think that’s more likely?” 

“I’ve seen how stubborn Mr. Agreste can be. There’s no way they’ve reconciled. What was the wording of the condition, exactly?” 

Plagg smirked. “Conveniently, we didn’t have specific wording. The three conditions are ‘return unrequited crush from Ladybug—“

“Which was already requited, so it shouldn’t have even counted.” 

“‘Get rid of Lila permanently,’ and ‘fix the relationship with father’. If you have a leaky pipe, you can replace the whole thing, or you could just throw some duct tape on it. Both would be considered fixes. Maybe they found their duct tape for now.” 

“Perhaps. But I’m not going to stop worrying until I see him myself. Let me pop these in the Miracle Box, and I’ll meet you down in a minute.”

—

Ladybug returned to the mansion with Plagg. He escorted her in, passed the office, down the hidden elevator, and into the garden where he had left Gabriel and Adrien. 

When the door opened, there was laughter. Not manically laughter, like one might think of in a villain's lair, but laughter like someone told a really good joke.

“And then I said, ‘Napoleon may not have designed his coat, but he had a hand in it!’” More laughter. 

Puns. 

They were bonding over effing puns. 

“Adrien?” Ladybug called out carefully, in case he had lost his mind. 

“My lady!” He chirped, and zipped over to her, nuzzling her cheek. 

Ladybug squeezed him carefully in her hands and kissed his little head. “Are you okay? Plagg told me what happened. I’m so sorry, Sunshine.” 

He gave her a little smile, a purr rumbling in his chest. “I’m okay, my lady. Or I will be. My dad apologized, and we talked and...well, put a bandaid on a bullet wound. But it’s a start.” 

“Ladybug?” Gabriel asked softly. “Would you...help my wife?” 

She stepped closer to the coffin, finally seeing Emilie in her coma. She looked like a living doll. Was she even breathing? 

“Plagg says the Guardians in Tibet can help. But I would like my Kwami to take a look first, just to make sure. Are you going to behave?” 

“All I want is my wife back. If your miraculous is the bad way to do it, then I don’t want it. I almost lost Adrien. I don’t want that to happen.” 

It was a good answer. “Spots off.” 

Gabriel gasped when he saw her, and then chuckled. “Of course it would be you, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” 

“What’s so funny?” 

“You know, I tried to akumatize you several times.” 

“Yeah, I remember.” She glared  at him. 

“I thought you would be a perfect akuma. You’re incredibly creative, resourceful, strong-willed, and have a strong sense of justice. I knew that if I could get you, I’d definitely win.” 

She shrugged. “I guess I will take that as a compliment...” 

Tikki flitted over to the casket, followed by Plagg. They observed, and conversed. 

“Do you think it will work?” Asked Adrien. 

“Plagg certainly seemed to think so.” She scratched the back of his head. “You know, your ring went off while Plagg was briefing me. Seems you met another condition.” 

Adrien looked at her with wide eyes. “You serious?” 

“Seems like your bandaid did just enough. Or Lila died.” 

“Lila? Lila Rossi? What does she have to do with this?” Asked Gabriel. 

So they told him the whole story. About how Adrien had lamented to Plagg about his problems, and how Plagg had tricked him. They laid out the conditions and explained that only one remained. 

Getting Lila to leave him alone. 

“Well, for one thing, I can fire her.” Gabriel said simply. “I have no need for a compulsive liar in my employment.” 

Adrien hugged his father’s neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“Of course, I could also set up a restraining order, if you’d like.” 

“That would make things...maybe even more difficult. She would take it as a challenge.” 

“I thought as much. Well, if Emilie is truly going to Tibet, I will go with. And while we’re gone, we’ll think of ways to help with Lila. If you haven’t solved it already. I should probably leave an email for Nathalie so she knows what’s happened.”

“Did she know?” 

“Mayura.” 

“Ah, right.” 

“Oh crap!” Adrien suddenly exclaimed. 

“What?” 

“Nino still thinks I’m in jail!”

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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Ao3 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Family Groupchat!!!

7:00 am

aw-phooey: listen up everyone

aw-phooey: this is an acceptable time to text

aw-phooey: not a minute before

aw-phooey: @Junior-Woodchuck74 @green-sharpie @ICanDeweyIt @TheWebbedWonder @lenaonme @Violet-Sabrewing if i see you online before then there will be consequences

aw-phooey: everyone else… legally i can’t do anything to you

lenaonme: legally you can’t do anything to me anyway

purpleisforthegays: Indy and I can, though

lenaonme: wow rude :( ur my favorite responsible parents I lov u

Indy_Sabrewing: I will excuse your atrocious grammar this one time and accept the sentiment, Lena.

purpleisforthegays: and it is returned in full!!

lenaonme: sdfghkgfdskfskdfklsd!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💜💕💖💖💙💕💖💕💕💜

aw-phooey: text this chat earlier than 7 am and you’d better believe it’d better be an emergency

Lucky-Gander: okay okay

TheWebbedWonder: Good morning, everyone!

mutant-krill!!!!: Good morning!

Indy_Sabrewing: Good morning!

Violet-Sabrewing: Good morning!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Good morning!!

ICanDeweyIt: Top of the morning, gents!!

22: Your virtual British accent is atrocious.

lenaonme changed 22’s name to Tea Time

Tea Time: Lena.

Scrooge-McDuck: eh probably for the best Beakley

Scrooge-McDuck: the less others know about… you know the better

Tea Time: Says the man who calls me “22” daily.

TheWebbedWonder: @dr. mad scientist you online?

dr. mad scientist: i am now

Blathering-Blatherskite: He came in at 5am and fell asleep at his desk

Scrooge-McDuck: Gyro we talked about this

dr. mad scientist: @Blathering-Blatherskite tattletale

dr. mad scientist: what do you want webbigail?

TheWebbedWonder added adefinitelyrealboy.

Junior-Woodchuck74: BOYD!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Hello, Huey!!

green-sharpie: omg boyd when did you get a chat account

adefinitelyrealboy: Dr. Gearloose and Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera helped me set it up last week!!

Adventure-Pilot: wait fenton has a doctorate???

Violet-Sabrewing: He does not come to my fathers’ Ph.D club.

Blathering-Blatherskite: not a doctor.

ICanDeweyIt: (shhh)

Blathering-Blatherskite: I’ll explain later it’s a long story

adefinitelyrealboy: oh wow!! That is a lot of friend requests!! Thank you!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Of course, Boyd! You are family <3

Adventure-Pilot: we love you

adefinitelyrealboy: Aww!!

adefinitelyrealboy: I will make a computer heart to show you my reciprocated love and joy!!

adefinitelyrealboy: <3 <3 <3 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟

green-sharpie: asddfghk you just picked every single one

green-sharpie: dedication.

adefinitelyrealboy: Thanks, Louie!

Adventure-Pilot: Boyd.

adefinitelyrealboy: Yes, Ms. Duck?

Adventure-Pilot: Never change.

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!

Junior-Woodchuck74: No! Change is good.

Junior-Woodchuck74: has steven universe taught you nothing.

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts, you kids seem to learn every life lesson from another blasted program on the telly.

TheWebbedWonder: Not true, Uncle Scrooge! Yesterday Lena, Violet and I learned to never trust ghosts you meet via Ouija Board!!!

ghostbutler: I could have told you that.

TheWebbedWonder: We learned that through real-life experience!

Scrooge-McDuck: WHAT

lenaonme: ok webs maybe don’t go parroting that particular lesson in front of all the adults kay?

Scrooge-McDuck: MAGIC IN MY HOME????

purpleisforthegays: that’s your problem with that scenario?

TheWebbedWonder: well it was fun and that’s what matters!!!

Tea Time: As funny as it is watching your uncle have a heart attack, maybe don’t make a habit of summoning hostile ghosts I have to discorporate

Tea Time: especially since Duckworth refuses to do any of the work

ghostbutler: Bentina, don’t be crass.

ghostbutler: it is essential that I maintain a proper standing with other ghosts.

Tea Time: ridiculous.

Scrooge-McDuck: all right, all right, take your petty feud elsewhere

Tea Time: Petty?

aw-phooey: okay okay break it up

let kids be kids

7:16 am

Junior-Woodchuck74 added adefinitelyrealboy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hey Boyd! Welcome to the kids group chat!

adefinitelyrealboy: This is so exciting!!

ICanDeweyIt: heck yeah it is

Junior-Woodchuck74: we’re happy to have you!!

TheWebbedWonder: 💕💕💗💘💗💖💘

adefinitelyrealboy: Aww! I’m happy to be here!

adefinitelyrealboy: I’m so lucky to have you guys! You are all so friendly and loving!

Lou: it’s what we do best

adefinitelyrealboy: This is so exciting!! Two new group chats in one day!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Now I have three group chats!!

ICanDeweyIt: Wait what’s the third gc?

adefinitelyrealboy: The “Team Science” group chat with Dr. Gearloose, Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera, Mr. Lil’ Bulb, and Mr. Headless Manhorse!

Lou: SDFGHGFDSDFGHGFD

Lou: MR. LIL’ BULB

Lou: MR. HEADLESS MANHORSE

Lou: why are you like this

lenaonme: kskfkskshfkskd

adefinitelyrealboy: I’m sorry!! I just wanted to be polite!

Lou: no don’t worry about it! It was just funny

adefinitelyrealboy: Are you sure?

Lou: yes

Junior-Woodchuck74: KDFSKDGFKGKSADFBNDSLSDHALSNHFDLABDKD

ICanDeweyIt: daaaaaaang hue you were typing for a while

Junior-Woodchuck74: YOU’RE IN THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUP CHAT

Junior-Woodchuck74: Gyro kicked me out

lenaonme: I’ll fight him for u hue

Junior-Woodchuck: that’s okay but thanks Lena!!

lenaonme: to be fair i’ve been looking for an excuse to fight gyro for months

Junior-Woodchuck74: ...that’s more like it.

Lou: months?? he does crazy shit every day

lenaonme: yeah but he’s got a kind heart n all that junk

lenaonme: ugh im soft

Lou: valid

lenaonme: but nobody picks on ol’ huey here but me

ICanDeweyIt: and me

Lou: and me

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh you all suck i hate you <3 <3

adefinitelyrealboy: Well I love you Huey!!

TheWebbedWonder: so do I!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Your love is reciprocated!!! <3

Lou: @Violet-Sabrewing you’re quiet. thoughts on huey?

Violet-Sabrewing: ...jury’s still out

lenaonme: lskdfhghdks that was cold vi good job

Violet-Sabrewing: I’ve been taking your lessons to heart!!

lenaonme: i can tell ily <3

adefinitelyrealboy: I can add you back to the Team Science group chat if you would like that, Huey!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Thanks, Boyd!

ICanDeweyIt: No boyd wait

ICanDeweyIt: let huey yell at gyro in the big gc

Junior-Woodchuck74: I was actually going to do it in PMs…

ICanDeweyIt: no do it in the main gc it’ll be funny

Violet-Sabrewing: Is chaos all you care about, Dewford?

ICanDeweyIt: NO

ICanDeweyIt: I also like adventure

ICanDeweyIt: and Funso’s

ICanDeweyIt: and theatre

TheWebbedWonder: oh yeah when is the cast list for that musical you auditioned for coming out?

ICanDeweyIt: they’re still doing auditions :/

ICanDeweyIt: but they’re almost done so probably only a couple weeks

adefinitelyrealboy: What musical are you auditioning for?

ICanDeweyIt: hamilton

Junior-Woodchuck74: get ready for him to be singing hamilton tunes 24/7

Lou: ugh I thought that ended three years ago

Lou: he already stayed in the hamilton phase long after the craze ended

TheWebbedWonder: @Lou poetic!

Lou: aw thanks webs

lenaonme: it was gonna come back anyway with the movie

lenaonme: curse disney+ i’m broke

Violet-Sabrewing: we’re middle class, Lena.

lenaonme: whateverrr capitalism sux imma pirate everything

ICanDeweyIt: valid

Lou: Valid

adefinitelyrealboy: What is “Hamilton”?

Lou: oh boy

ICanDeweyIt: OH BOY

ICanDeweyIt: BOYD ARE YOU IN FOR A TREAT

ICanDeweyIt: COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND WE’LL WATCH BOOTLEGS AND LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND CUT SONGS AND I’LL TELL YOU ALL THE LORE

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dewey we have disney+ just watch it on there

ICanDeweyIt: lena and uncle donald got to me with the anti-disney shtick

Junior-Woodchuck74: you begged Mom and Uncle Scrooge for it so you could show Mom Hamilton

ICanDeweyIt: water under the bridge, dear hubert

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!

adefinitelyrealboy: Let me check with Mr. and Mrs. Drake.

adefinitelyrealboy: I will be right back!

Lou: while we’re waiting for boyd @Junior-Woodchuck74 go yell at gyro

Lou: i’m invested now, sadly

lenaonme: skdlskdfls

ICanDeweyIt: JOIN ME, DEAR BROTHER

ICanDeweyIt: SEEN THE LIGHT, HAVE YOU?

Lou: no.

Violet-Sabrewing: Dewford, PLEASE turn capslock off.

ICanDeweyIt: NEVER!!!

TheWebbedWonder: now he won’t turn it off out of spite

ICanDeweyIt: YEAH!

lenaonme: everybody shut up now i wanna see this

Family Group Chat!!!

8:23 am

Junior-Woodchuck74: GYRO GEARLOOSE

Lil’ Bulb: Uh oh

dr. mad scientist: it’s dr. gyro gearloose to you

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist 

aw-phooey: Huey.

Violet-Sabrewing: He’s already here, Hubert. He replied to your original message.

lenaonme: he knows lol

dr. mad scientist: jeeze oh my god i’m here!!

dr. mad scientist: what do you want.

Junior-Woodchuck74: LET ME BACK IN THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUPCHAT.

dr. mad scientist: no.

ihaveahead!!!: sorry huey, he restricted admin rights :/

Lil’ Bulb: it sucks.

Lil’ Bulb: @dr. mad scientist give me admin rights

dr. mad scientist: no way.

dr. mad scientist: you’d go mad with power

dr. mad scientist: that’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Lil’ Bulb: am no longer baby. want power.

green-sharpie: @Lil’ Bulb I respect YOU!!!

Lil’ Bulb: as you should.

Indy_Sabrewing: Are we not concerned about this?

Scrooge-McDuck: nah, it only went evil when itwas bulked up by Beaks’ crappy tech

Scrooge-McDuck: and we handled it once. We can handle it again.

Lil’ Bulb: so you think…

Indy_Sabrewing: That does nothing to reassure my worries.

Scrooge-McDuck: It’ll be fine!

Scrooge-McDuck: The only one who needs to be worried is Gyro

dr. mad scientist: what??

Scrooge-McDuck: Lil’ Bulb could easily manage a robot uprising!

Lil’ Bulb: thanks for the idea!

dr. mad scientist: excuse you, i’d be on the forefront of that!!

dr. mad scientist: in fact, it’s already in development!

Adventure-Pilot: what??

dr. mad scientist: nothing.

Blathering-Blatherskite: Ohh, so that’s what that file was about!!

wreathedingold: did someone say robot uprising??

wreathedingold: sounds fun, I’m in

wreathedingold: @Lil’ Bulb hire me as a freelance fighter

Lil’ Bulb: name your price.

Scrooge-McDuck: Bless me bagpipes!! You can’t be serious!!

Scrooge-McDuck: You can’t hire Goldie!!

wreathedingold: you snooze, you lose, Scroogey!

wreathedingold: you’re looking at Admiral O’Gilt of the newly christened Mechanical Forces!

Violet-Sabrewing: Wait, when were you hired?

wreathedingold: in PMs.

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts.

dr. mad scientist: excuse me!! Are we just going to ignore this complete injustice?!?!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yeah! Add me to the Team Science group chat!!

dr. mad scientist: no stupid!! I’M supposed to be in charge of the robot army!!!

Adventure-Pilot: Don’t call my son stupid, stupid!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: <3

Lil’ Bulb: nah.

Lil’ Bulb: I love you creator but my time has come

dr. mad scientist: this is infuriating!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know, add me!!

dr. mad scientist: oh my god shut up!!!

Adventure-Pilot: hey, don’t tell my son to shut up!!

dr. mad scientist: i can if i want to!!

aw-phooey: don’t tell huey to shut up.

dr. mad scientist: …

dr. mad scientist: fine.

Adventure-Pilot: aw, come on!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: to be fair, mom, I think you ruined your credibility with him when you proclaimed your detest of black licorice and Oxy-Chew flavor to everyone who’d listen and then upon your reunion instead of punching him you hugged him

Adventure-Pilot: well what was i supposed to do?! Gyro is my friend and I missed him!!

Lucky-Gander: aww, that’s sweet of you, Dells!

Lucky-Gander: I didn’t realize you had friends!

TheCrashiestCrash: I’m her friend!!

Adventure-Pilot: and I punched him afterwards.

Adventure-Pilot: aww thanks LP!

TheCrashiestCrash: anytime!

Lucky-Gander: there she is.

Adventure-Pilot: shut up Gladstone.

Adventure-Pilot: Go back to lurking.

Lucky-Gander: Whatever you say.

Lucky-Gander: Ooh, I just found twenty dollars!

aw-phooey: oh my god.

Scrooge-McDuck: Spare me.

Lil’ Bulb: everyone listen up!

Lil’ Bulb: I am collecting warriors for the robot army.

TheWebbedWonder: Destruction!! sounds fun!! 

Blathering-Blatherskite: am I robot enough?

dr. mad scientist: shut up fenton

mutant-krill!!!!: You’re a robot?????

mutant-krill!!!!: so cool!!

mutant-krill!!!!: can I study you when I get back to Duckburg??

Blathering-Blatherskite: uhhh

Blathering-Blatherskite: not a robot

dr. mad scientist: SHUT UP FENTON

Blathering-Blatherskite: okay okay

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m in but

green-sharpie: oh boy

Scrooge-McDuck: oh boy

ICanDeweyIt: oh boy

aw-phooey: oh boy

lenaonme: oh boy

TheCrashiestCrash: let’s see how many “oh boys” we can get in before Huey finishes typing!

Adventure-Pilot: oh boy

Indy_Sabrewing: oh boy

Lucky-Gander: oh boy

Violet-Sabrewing: oh boy

mutant-krill!!!!: oh boy

Tea Time: oh boy

ihaveahead!!!: oh boy

moonlander-general: oh boy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Are you utilizing robots for the army as well as humans? What is the recruiting process like for that? Who else are you recruiting outside of this group chat? What will life in the army look like? Who exactly are we fighting? If we win, how will society and life change? Will there be a difference between the human soldiers and technological soldiers? How does one advance in the ranks? What are the hours of fighting? How will one be able to fit in other activities, such as adventuring, school, and Junior Woodchuck activities with army life? What will the food be like?

TheWebbedWonder: oh boy

TheWebbedWonder: aww i missed it

lenaonme: f in chat

green-sharpie: f

aw-phooey: f

Blathering-Blatherskite: It’s okay Webby! Huey types fast!

TheWebbedWonder: 💖💖💕💞💝

moonlander-general: why are you typing “f”?

Adventure-Pilot: it’s a MEME!!!!

Adventure-Pilot: did I do it kids did i meme

ICanDeweyIt: good job mom!!

Adventure-Pilot: YAY!!!!! <3 <3 💖💕

dr. mad scientist: wow you’re pathetic.

aw-phooey: shut up gyro

Adventure-Pilot: shut up gyro

Junior-Woodchuck74: shut up gyro

Junior-Woodchuck74: and add me to the team science group chat

Lil’ Bulb: @Junior-Woodchuck74

Lil’ Bulb: Yes, obviously. My personal recruiters and I will ask them and send out a large broadcast across major wifi and power lines. I might recruit other robot-favorable fighters, like Gandra Dee. Army life is tough, but it builds character. We are fighting any dissenters, like Gyro. And Scrooge. Robots will be equal to humans on all standings. Through hard work. Anytime we need to - set hours will let our opponents take advantage of us. You’ll be able to if you try. It won’t be nuts and bolts, I’ll tell you that, but I have yet to find a cook.

TheWebbedWonder: Ooh, Granny can cook!

Tea Time: no.

Tea Time: I have enough to deal with as it is.

Scrooge-McDuck: wait, you’re fighting me?!

Scrooge-McDuck: why??

Lil’ Bulb: Because you disrespected my Admiral and my word.

wreathedingold: hah, take that Scroogey!

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll get you for this!!

Tea Time: on second thought, it might be fun to spite Mr. McDuck.

Scrooge-McDuck: what????

ghostbutler: agreed.

Scrooge-McDuck: what?????????

Scrooge-McDuck: how did you two finally manage to come to an agreement on THIS out of everything???

lenaonme: idk but it’s really funny!!

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts. Forget this, i have REAL work to do!

aw-phooey: have fun counting your coins for the millionth time!!

dr. mad scientist: wait no we need to plan our defense!!

Scrooge-McDuck: what do you think I’m doing???

Scrooge-McDuck: @dr. mad scientist my office. Now.

moonlander-general: are we actually doing this?

Blathering-Blatherskite: I guess so. Gyro just left…

moonlander-general: this is ridiculous.

Indy_Sabrewing: agreed.

purpleisforthegays: this worries me

purpleisforthegays: I don’t want Lena and Violet to fight in a war

Violet-Sabrewing: To be fair, we already fought the Moonlander invasion

purpleisforthegays: true…

Junior-Woodchuck74: don’t forget the true purpose of this conversation!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

dr. mad scientist: WHAT.

Junior-Woodchuck74: add. me. to. the. team. science. group. Chat.

dr. mad scientist: ugh FINE

Junior-Woodchuck74: finally!! At long last, victory!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: yay, Huey!!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Good job Huey!!!

mutant-krill!!!!: congrats!!

mutant-krill!!!!: although I’m not entirely sure what I’m congratulating you for… I spent most of this conversation having a delightfully interesting chat with a sea star!!!

Adventure-Pilot: uhh that’s great fethry

TheWebbedWonder: ooh you’ll have to tell me about it sometime!!

mutant-krill!!!!: I definitely will, Little Della!!!

TheWebbedWonder: omg I’m a Little Della!!!

TheWebbedWonder: This is the fourth best day of my life!!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Fourth?

Blathering-Blatherskite: What are the first three?

TheWebbedWonder: The first was when the triplets moved in and I went on my first adventure! The second was when I met Violet and got Lena back! The third was when I went on a real spy mission with Uncle Scrooge and he let me call him Uncle Scrooge!!!

Scrooge-McDuck: aww, Webby darling!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Nice itemized list.

TheWebbedWonder: Thanks!!!

Adventure-Pilot: Webby, that is so sweet!!

TheWebbedWonder: <3 <3

moonlander-general: I still do not understand the “f”

Scrooge-McDuck: Me neither, Penumbra.

ICanDeweyIt: it’s from a game

ICanDeweyIt: the full phrase is “press f to pay respects”

moonlander-general: ah, I see.

moonlander-general: So it is… solidarity?

ICanDeweyIt: YES!!!

ICanDeweyIt: Congrats Aunt Penny

green-sharpie: omg baby’s first meme

moonlander-general: Aunt Penny?

Adventure-Pilot: yeah that’s how i introduced you lol hope you don’t mind!!!~

moonlander-general: ...it’s okay.

Adventure-Pilot: she loves it 💖💕

group chat: Science Gays

worldsgreatestinventor, worldsgreatestinvention, fentonium, Headless-Mannyhorse, adefinitelyrealboy, shut up with the exclamation points already

2:04 pm

worldsgreatestinventor added Junior-Woodchuck74

adefinitelyrealboy: Hi, Huey!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hi Boyd!!

Headless-Mannyhorse: welcome

shut up with the exclamation points already: Huey!! What a nice surprise!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: wait who are you?

shut up with the exclamation points already: Fethry!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh hi Uncle Fethry!! ❤️

worldsgreatestinventor: unfortunately, Manny set this chat up and added him.

worldsgreatestinvention: he comes into the lab to study marine biology and stuff he found in the ocean when he’s in duckburg 

shut up with the exclamation points already: and I am grateful to him for it!!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: to be fair, Dr. Gearloose, you did create my name.

worldsgreatestinventor: yes, and it’s fitting.

Junior-Woodchuck74: huh neat!

shut up with the exclamation points already: exclamation points are fun!!

adefinitelyrealboy: They sure are, Mr. Duck!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: Oh, call me Fethry!

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay, Mr. Fethry!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: close enough, I suppose

Junior-Woodchuck74: Anyway, what do you talk about in this chat? What scientific breakthroughs are you currently working on?

fentonium: Gyro was just complaining about Starducks for the past three hours.

worldsgreatestinventor: THEY NEVER GET MY ORDER OR MY NAME RIGHT

worldsgreatestinventor: THEY THINK THE NAME “GYRO” IS AN ALLUSION TO THE EFFING SANDWICH

Headless-Mannyhorse: haha you censored yourself

worldsgreatestinventor: ...i’m not entirely convinced that donald doesn’t have some sort of tracking device on huey’s phone so he can hunt me down if i swear

fentonium: never thought I’d see the day the great Dr. Gyro Gearloose is scared of something!

worldsgreatestinventor: shut up

Junior-Woodchuck74: In all honesty, you’re probably right.

Junior-Woodchuck74: I found a weird program on my phone titled “Uno” one day and Uncle Donald told me “not to worry about it”

adefinitelyrealboy: That’s an interesting program name!

fentonium: could it be because you are the oldest triplet?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Maybe, but don’t let Dewey hear that

shut up with the exclamation points already: maybe the program’s name is an allusion to the Three Caballeros!

Headless-Mannyhorse: the three what now

worldsgreatestinventor: honestly manny the less you know about this crazy family the less confusing it is

Headless-Mannyhorse: fair

Junior-Woodchuck74: eh they’re just Uncle Donald’s college band. Pretty tame as far as it goes

shut up with the exclamation points already: there was a six month ish period during college where he moved to New Quackmore with them and basically went radio silent

shut up with the exclamation points already: He always told us it was to work on their songs!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: hmm, suspicious. Ty feth i’ll look into it

fentonium: ooh do I smell an incoming investigation?

Junior-Woodchuck74: 👀

Junior-Woodchuck74: pms

worldsgreatestinventor: i hate you all

adefinitelyrealboy: even me?

worldsgreatestinventor: … 

worldsgreatestinventor: no, not you Boyd

adefinitelyrealboy: !!!!! <3 <3

adefinitelyrealboy: I love you Dr. Gearloose!!!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: i love you too boyd

Junior-Woodchuck74: aww

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and TotallyNotGizmoduck

2:45 pm

Junior-Woodchuck74: You should really change your name, Fenton.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I know I know

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Gyro’s always on my case about it.

Junior-Woodchuck74: hmm when did he become “Gyro” and not “Dr. Gearloose”?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: We’re here to discuss the intricacies and hidden depths of the Three Caballeros, not the nature of Gyro and I’s relationship.

Junior-Woodchuck74: sure sure

Junior-Woodchuck74: so

Junior-Woodchuck74: Uncle Donald

TotallyNotGizmoduck: are you certain there’s something you wish to investigate here?

Junior-Woodchuck74: absolutely

Junior-Woodchuck74: we said “no more family secrets” but my siblings and I have come to the conclusion that he has some

Junior-Woodchuck74: like that Uno program

TotallyNotGizmoduck: “some,” as in, more than one?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yes.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Wait, if Donald has a program to monitor your phones won’t he be privy to this very conversation?

Junior-Woodchuck74: SHOOT YOU’RE RIGHT

Junior-Woodchuck74: ABORT ABORT

Junior-Woodchuck74: You’ll just have to come over to the mansion. On a totally random day. That we definitely aren’t planning an investigation.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I am eagerly awaiting our surprise rendezvous!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: While you’re there at our unplanned meeting, you, Webby, Violet, and I should rig up an encrypted group chat!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Sounds like a fun and enjoyable activity that we will only use for spontaneous activities!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Absolutely

Junior-Woodchuck74: now about you and gyro…

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Oh look at that Mr. McDuck is calling I have to go offline bye Huey!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m not dropping this Fenton!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know you’re staring at your locked phone reading the notifications

Junior-Woodchuck74: You saw me with Gyro and the Team Science chat you know I don’t give up easily

Teach Penny and Mom Pokémon Group Chat!!!

4:42 pm

ICanDeweyIt: this chat has been suspiciously silent

moonlander-general: do I really need to be here?

universesgreatestadventurer: Don’t you want to know about this integral part of earth culture?

universesgreatestadventurer: also it would make me sad if you refused

moonlander-general: ...I suppose

wildlymisunderstood: you’ve gone soft.

ICanDeweyIt: mom really said 🥺👉👈

universesgreatestadventurer: oh no a meme i don’t know!!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: oh shoot i don’t know how to explain this one

lenaonme: the emoji’s name is the pleading emoji that should tell you enough tbh

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i guess so

universesgreatestadventurer: it’s okay webby

universesgreatestadventurer: I’ll figure it out eventually

universesgreatestadventurer: I’m the great Della Duck, after all!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: That’s true!! You’re amazing!!

universesgreatestadventurer: aw hon you’re too sweet 🥺👉👈

universesgreatestadventurer: did I do it?? Did I meme right???

green-sharpie: not quite, but props for trying

universesgreatestadventurer: i’ll get it eventually

aw-phooey: just do it wrong dells it annoys them to no avail

Junior-Woodchuck74: HAH

Junior-Woodchuck74: I KNEW YOU WERE DOING IT ON PURPOSE

aw-phooey: Huey please

aw-phooey: i’m offended you’d think i wouldn’t know how to meme.

aw-phooey: besides i have seven kids

green-sharpie: wait seven??

aw-phooey: i’m counting boyd sorry gyro

wildlymisunderstood: NO HE’S MINE

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m screenshotting this to send to him!!!

wildlymisunderstood: DON’T YOU DARE

wildlymisunderstood: if you shut up i’ll give you an internship at the lab

Junior-Woodchuck74: …

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh fine

Junior-Woodchuck74: but you have to tell him at some point!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: you have a whole group chat full of witnesses now dr. g

wildlymisunderstood: ...I’m going to regret this aren’t I

TheCrashiestCrash: sooo… are we going to play some pokémon or…?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES POKÉMON PARTY

ICanDeweyIt: okay wait

ICanDeweyIt: mom you got penny a phone right?

universesgreatestadventurer: well technically Uncle Scrooge got it for her because I was on the moon for ten years and i’m broke and have no money

universesgreatestadventurer: but yeah

ICanDeweyIt: okay we’ll start with pokemon go since that’s the only console she has

ICanDeweyIt: just come over on uhh friday

moonlander-general: I can do that.

universesgreatestadventurer: IT’S A DATE!!!

Family Group Chat!!!

5:12 pm

Tea Time: Everyone offline. Dinner is ready.

Junior-Woodchuck74: How did you know we were texting? This groupchat has been silent for hours

TheWebbedWonder: yes it’s quite a tragedy

green-sharpie: f

lenaonme: f

Adventure-Pilot: f

Adventure-Pilot: @moonlander-general I DID IT!!! You do it too

moonlander-general: f

Adventure-Pilot: *wipes away tear* omg i’m so proud

ICanDeweyIt: she’s come so far

ICanDeweyIt: you both have

TheWebbedWonder: but they have a long way to go before they can save anyone

green-sharpie: shut up about avatar shut up about avatar

TheWebbedWonder: no

Tea Time: To answer your question, Huey, Dewey and Louie are on the couch in the TV room and they’re both texting.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Ah, makes sense

Junior-Woodchuck74: also we have multiple TV rooms

lenaonme: heheh rich kid problemz

Junior-Woodchuck74: you come over to our house twice a week shut up middle class kid

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll have you know I worked hard for my fortune! Years of backbreaking labor!

wreathedingold: yeah you’re proud of it we get it

Scrooge-McDuck: says the woman who made her fortune dishonestly!!

Scrooge-McDuck: and, may I add, who has less money than me!

wreathedingold: it’s only a matter of time

green-sharpie: ugh now you sound like glomgold

wreathedingold: ugh pass

lenaonme: lmao

aw-phooey: language.

Indy_Sabrewing: language

Tea Time: Dinner.

green-sharpie: Money!

TheWebbedWonder: flaming machetes!!!!!!!

aw-phooey: webby no.

lenaonme: webby yes!!

Tea Time: everyone offline.

lenaonme: i don’t even live here lollllll lame

Tea Time: Lena. Go offline so you don’t distract everyone else during dinner.

lenaonme: oh all right

lenaonme: but only because i want chocolate chip pancakes when i come over to the mansion on saturday.

Tea Time: I’ll keep it in mind.

TheWebbedWonder: aw Lena, you know Granny can’t say no to you!

TheWebbedWonder: she loves you too much

lenaonme: !!! lskdfhdksl

Tea Time: Webbigail, please. Come eat.

Tea Time: ...but she’s not wrong, Lena dear.

lenaonme: <3 <3 alksdhfghdskl;ldkf

PM between worldsgreatestinventor and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl

10:56 pm

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: dr. g!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: small child.

worldsgreatestinventor: shouldn’t you be asleep by now?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: shouldn’t you?

worldsgreatestinventor: i’m busy with a new project that will blow the collective world’s mind.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: nice nice but when’s the last time you slept?

worldsgreatestinventor: i got a couple hours in yesterday afternoon

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: doctorrrrr geeeeaaarrrloooseee

worldsgreatestinventor: oh my god just say what you came here for

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: so! Boyd!

worldsgreatestinventor: oh boy

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i think it went pretty well don’t you think?

worldsgreatestinventor: yeah actually

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i just wanted to check that you’re doing okay with it

worldsgreatestinventor: i am thanks

worldsgreatestinventor: what for though? You wouldn’t have kicked Boyd out if he was making me uncomfortable

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: idk i didn’t think that far ahead

worldsgreatestinventor: i can tell

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: just… offer comfort, I guess? Or get Huey or Uncle Donald to do it

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: or Uncle Ty

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: they’re better at it than me

worldsgreatestinventor: shut up you’re doing fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: You don’t need actual comforting though

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: sides i’d comfort the heck out of you if you needed it!!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t doubt that

11:07 pm

worldsgreatestinventor: anyway thanks webby

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: anytime!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I do have a price for my services though

worldsgreatestinventor: oh no louie’s gotten to you hasn’t he

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: can I have a hug next time i see you?

worldsgreatestinventor: ...fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: five seconds long at most. I’ll be timing you.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: eh we’ll see about that

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: when I met Lena she avoided hugs like the plague, but now she looks for any excuse to hug me!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: we’ll make a hugger out of you yet

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t know about that

worldsgreatestinventor: wait, we?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: …

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: della and i have been plotting.

worldsgreatestinventor: figures.

worldsgreatestinventor: now go to sleep small child!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: only if you do too

worldsgreatestinventor: fine fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: !!! slfkhdks

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: good night!!

worldsgreatestinventor: good night.

Science Gays

4:35 am

Headless-Mannyhorse: wait didn’t mr. mcduck say something about the three caballeros fighting evil with a xylophone

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namez! Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74 Dewey: ICanDeweyIt Louie: Lou / green-sharpie* Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl* Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot Beakley: 22* / Tea Time Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash Lena: lenaonme Violet: Violet-Sabrewing Duckworth: ghostbutler Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite / fentonium Manny: ihaveahead!!! / Headless-Mannyhorse Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb Gladstone: Lucky-Gander Fethry: mutant-krill!!!! / shut up with the exclamation points already Indy: Indy_Sabrewing Ty: purpleisforthegays Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold Penny: moonlander-general Boyd: adefinitelyrealboy

*main

don’t ask me how disney works since they’re from disney and would be on disney+ i don’t know all i know is that dewey loves hamilton ok

i read multiple webby and gyro fics the other day they’re a very underrated dynamic & i’m soft for them ok

also i don’t know a lot about pokemon so if anyone has tips on that mini plotline lmk i have no clue why i put that in

i’m too tired for a full author’s note so uhh have fun kids ily

Chapter 3

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "I Love The Cocaine"

@enigmaticandunstable, here's the fanfic I told you about I was going to type on this sideblog.

I hope you people don't find this fanfic tasteless or anything.

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Professional wrestlers during the 80's and some of the 90's used to cut such fast paced, rapid fire promos where they sounded like a machine gun going off.

Wanna know why?

It wasn't just because of hype and charisma, but also one of, if not THE, the most popular drug of the 1980's: cocaine.

Truth be told, a lot of wrestlers during the 80's weren't exactly Shawn Michaels-esque pretty boys like most wrestlers are today.

However, there were a few wrestlers in the 80's and early 90's who were quite sexy.

Rowdy Roddy Piper, one of the most iconic, legendary wrestlers of all time, got so much cuter and hotter by the late 1980's when his hair grew longer.

He's also one of those wrestlers known for cutting such fast paced, manic promos.

In 1989, when he was back in the WWF after taking a hiatus from starring in movies, you were a ringrat laying stark naked on top of a bench in a locker room.

Cocaine was sprinkled in straight, horizontal lines on your abdomen and legs as well as sprawled all over your breasts.

While you laid on top of the bench, you tried keeping your body straight so the cocaine won't fall off of your bod.

Rowdy Roddy Piper was standing next to you, his bangs weren't over his forehead and swept to the sides and corners of his head.

This is just the way you like how he looks.

He wasn't wearing his iconic Hot Rod T-shirt and red plaid kilt that reached his knees because he doesn't want to get cocaine on his outfit.

He wasn't alone, Marty Jannetty was crouching next to you, and in your opinion, he was the cute one in that Rockers duo, not Shawn Michaels, who had that tacky blond mullet that didn't suit him well.

Davey Boy Smith was crouching next to you by your legs, and he had split with his former tagteam partner the Dynamite Kid and was about to establish a solo wrestling career.

It's a shame the Dynamite Kid wasn't in the WWF by 1989, because he was really cute, although it's too bad he was a horrific sociopath.

Bret Hart, yes, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, the excellence of execution and arguably the wrestler of the 1990's, was swarming around you, so was Terry Taylor and one of the members of the Young Stallions wrestling duo, Jim Powers.

These men were some of the sexiest men in the WWF at that time in your opinion, that's why you've invited them to snort coke off of your naked body.

You'd happily let these wrestlers snort coke off of you as well as some wrestlers from WCW you think are hot.

It's a shame Paul Orndorff/Mr. Wonderful has left the WWF, he's another one of the few 80's WWF stars and wrestlers in general who was handsome.

Before Rowdy Roddy Piper could cut this promo, he crouched himself down lower towards the floor until his torso and head were right next to you, laying down on that bench.

He leaned his head and face in between your tits, he was holding a plastic straw in one of his hands and moved that straw under his nose, placing the straw at the end of a line of coke in between your tits.

You'd love it if he snorted all of this cocaine off of your naked body.

Some of these other wrestlers are probably getting jealous that Hot Rod's snorting coke in between your breasts, they want to do that too, although these other wrestlers would be fighting over who gets to snort coke off of your tits.

He made that plastic straw slide up and across that line of cocaine in between your breasts, the cocaine shooting up that straw and into one of his nostrils.

Once the cocaine was inside of him, his heart rate had increased, beating faster than usual, and his body was feeling much more energetic.

The pupils of his eyes dilated and widened after the cocaine entered his system.

Whilst he snorted cocaine off of the middle of your chest, Marty Jannetty's face was nudging one of your calves (and you don't mean baby cow), where buried his face into that line until his nostrils were close enough to that line.

His nose snorted and inhaled up that line of cocaine without even using a straw, his nose taking a deep, long inhale.

Cocaine was shooting and sucking into his nostril like it was a vacuum.

As he snorted that line of cocaine, his head followed up that line of coke on your leg, wanting to inhale the cocaine from your calf to your thigh, basically like he's kissing up your arm.

Davey Boy Smith's head was close to the side of your stomach, where, while using a small plastic straw up one of his nostrils, he moved that straw across that line of coke, snorting up that line.

That line of cocaine disappeared off of your thigh but ran through that straw and into his nose.

Marty shouldn't be greedy with the cocaine on your leg.

Davey, too, wanted to snort some cocaine off of your leg, so he opened a plastic bag of cocaine and buried his huge hand in there, his thick heavy fingers carrying and taking out some of that powder, where he sprinkled that cocaine across your leg, from your thigh to your calf, from top to bottom.

He shut the plastic bag up by pressing the sealer together, and walked on his knees over to your ankle, where he placed a plastic straw on a line by your ankle.

He inhaled and snorted that line from your ankle all the way up to your knee, where his head turned as he made that straw run down that line of cocaine.

Cocaine was shooting up that straw and into his nostril, traveling through his body.

Terry Taylor, however, was crouching next to your opposite leg, where his face was buried in one of your calves, his nostril inhaling and snorting that line of cocaine up your calf up to your thigh, taking a long inhale of that cocaine.

Jim Powers was crouching across from Davey Boy Smith, Jim's face was buried in your thigh over a line of cocaine, where one of his nostrils inhaled and breathed in that line up.

You can hear their noses inhaling that cocaine, which isn't a pleasant sound.

Bret didn't have his signature sunglasses on, but was crouching next to Jim, where, while using a plastic straw up his nose, he pressed that straw on a line of cocaine on the side of your stomach, inhaling that cocaine where it went through the straw and into his nostril.

Rowdy Roddy Piper's promos are really manic and off-the-walls, and he felt like he didn't have enough cocaine in him.

Since no one was snorting cocaine off of your breasts, he moved his face and that plastic straw to one of your breasts, where he inhaled that coke up his nostril.

He left some cocaine for the other wrestlers to snort on your tit, and then he shifted his head and face as well as that plastic straw to your abdomen, where he proceeded to slide that straw across and up a vertical line of cocaine up your stomach.

Likewise, that cocaine shot through and up that straw and up one of the Hot Rod's nostrils.

These other wrestlers around you were smiling and grinning whilst Rowdy Roddy Piper snorted coke off of your stomach.

Rowdy probably would love to snort cocaine off of your legs too, so would Bret Hart, probably, save some for them!

Rowdy's eyes were looking at your legs powdered in cocaine, trying to find a line for him to snort.

He picked up the plastic bag of cocaine and opened it, where his fingers dug into that bag and pulled out enough cocaine, sprinkling it across one of your legs, from your thigh to your ankle.

He then buried his face into your leg covered in cocaine and took a long inhale and whiff of that coke up his nostril, snorting that cocaine from your ankle all the way up to your knee.

He saw that other wrestlers weren't snorting cocaine with straws, so he followed suit.

You wish your entire body could just be powdered in cocaine, that way it would be easier for them all to snort coke off of you.

You want the hottest wrestlers snorting cocaine off of the sexiest parts of your body, your tits and legs, which is what guys asked other men during the 1980's over which they prefer, not tits and ass.

Having Rowdy Roddy Piper snort cocaine off of your legs or breasts while Terry Taylor and Bret Hart snort coke off of your tits (or legs)

When Terry Taylor and Davey Boy Smith reached your thighs, they snorted a line of cocaine off of your thighs up their noses.

Marty's head moved to one of your breasts after he inhaled cocaine off of your leg, nudging his nose into one of your breasts sprinkled in cocaine.

His nose inhaled that powder up his nostril, where the cocaine was transported from your skin to up his nostril.

Marty's heart began to beat faster and his pupils dilated more.

He didn't inhale all of the coke off of your breast, but some of it got quite a bit up his nose.

He smiled and grinned from ear to ear inhaling that cocaine, feeling bouncy inside.

Terry Taylor, too, quickly moved and hovered his head over to your opposite breast, where he leaned his face into that tit, his face nearly touching your breast and getting cocaine on it.

When he was close enough, his nose tried to inhale that coke up his nostril, his nose sniffing that powder.

Cocaine was lifting up from your tit and up his nose, but not enough of it.

"Hey, y'want this?" Rowdy Roddy Piper asked Terry, handing him that straw.

"Sure" Terry replied smiling, taking that plastic straw.

When Terry grabbed the straw, he placed it on top of a part of your tit covered in cocaine, where he inserted the other end of the straw in his nostril.

He snorted that coke up the straw and into his nose, where the cocaine was sucked through that straw.

His heart rate had increased when he snorted and inhaled that cocaine, his pupils dilating.

"Y'wanna use this straw?" Terry asked Marty, looking at him.

Marty, meanwhile, was busy trying to get the cocaine off of your breast by inhaling and snorting it through his nostrils.

Some cocaine was even getting on the tip of his nose.

"Maybe" Marty suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

Bret moved that straw he was holding and placed it over one of your breasts, where his nose took a deep whiff and inhale of the cocaine on your tit, more cocaine ingested into his body.

Each of these wrestlers around you all got turns to snort cocaine off of your breasts and legs.

All of these wrestlers had the same reaction when they snorted coke: their hearts beat faster and their pupils dialated.

When it looked like there wasn't anymore cocaine on your nude body, you rolled over and lay on your stomach on top of the bench.

Davey Boy Smith had a plastic bag filled with cocaine, where he lifted that bag and opened it, his huge thick fingers digging into that bag and picking it up, where he proceeded to sprinkle that cocaine onto the small of your back.

Marty grabbed the bag of cocaine, tilted it and poured some of it down across your spine.

These wrestlers smiled from ear to ear and their eyes grew wide seeing Marty pour all that cocaine.

Rowdy Roddy Piper leaned his face into the small of your back, his nose nudging that line of cocaine, where his nose took a deep inhale, snorting that cocaine up one of his nostrils.

Marty, too, leaned into a part of your spine, burying his face in a line of cocaine and snorting that cocaine, where it shot straight up his nostril.

Marty wants to do more cocaine than the others do.

Davey and Terry, too, leaned their bodies into that line of coke not covered by a plastic draw and inhaled it up their nostrils.

This is precisely what you want.

The sexiest men in the World Wrestling Federation snorting coke off of your naked body, although wrestlers would get so much sexiest as the years went on.

As these wrestlers snorted cocaine off of your nude body, you smiled from ear to ear.

You can even feel some of these wrestlers' breath on your skin when they leaned and nudged their faces on your skin, as well as feel them breathing on your skin from their nostrils nudging on your body.

While you had cocaine snorted off of your nude body, various other wrestlers in the locker room saw what was going on.

Some were shocked and almost wanted to call the police, others were sexually aroused, cheering for you and even wolf whistling at you.

Some even approached you so they could snort a line, but you told them to back off.

Rowdy Roddy Piper was prepared to cut a promo, where once he felt like he was hyped up enough, he got himself up from the floor and walked over in front of a camera, cutting a manic, crazy promo whilst high on cocaine.

Was it the best idea to have various wrestlers snort cocaine off of your naked body before they cut a promo?

The buzz and high of the cocaine might disappear, which probably explains why some wrestlers in the 80's were rather dull and stiff while cutting promos.

Although, some of these wrestlers didn't do that much cocaine.

And doing cocaine is completely wrong.

However, doing steroids is wrong too, yet so many wrestlers were pumped with steroids in the 80's that there was eventually a trial for it in the early 90's where Vince McMahon almost went to jail.

You just hope these wrestlers that snorted cocaine off of you won't die or overdose.

Despite that the World Wrestling Federation was aiming itself at kids during the 80's and even the 90's (before the Attitude era), seemed like a live action Saturday morning cartoon for children and didn't have profanity, almost no blood, violence and sexual content, deep down inside, it wasn't as kid friendly as television made it out to be.

Many wrestlers back then were addicted to drugs and alcohol and having promiscuous sex with ringrats.

[tatooedlaura-blog]

Date Night

This third series reads as follows:

Shattered … Desolation … Determination … Us and Ours … Ratty Towels … The Sleepover … Skinner and the Punch … Oregon … Impossibilities … Something from Nothing … Out of the Car … Partners … News … Never Replace You ... The Chip

@today-in-fic

First series … Second series

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His arm was sore from where Byers inserted the smallest of metal rods containing some kind of scientific doo-hickey that would tell them where he was, anywhere in the world, within a couple hundred yards, Mulder disbelieving but not willing to truly test the theory by going 600 miles the other side of the middle of nowhere. Now he watched Scully get hers while she talked quietly about this that and the other thing to Frohike … antiseptic, nick, probe, insert, Neosporin, two stitches, Bandaid.

“Ready, Mulder?”

Eyes drifted from where she was adjusting her sleeve, then pulling on her sweater, up to her face, “sore?”

“Not yet. Yours?”

“A little. I think Byers took out some latent anger with the scalpel.”

Byers gave them a smile as he cleaned up, “you do owe me $22 for food from our last poker night. I may have pulled the stitches a little tighter than I should have.”

Thanking them, then quietly reminding them to forget everything that had happened in the last four hours, Mulder and Scully headed out into the snow, which was beginning to blow down the alley and around the corner, freezing any and all exposed skin. The only thing he could see of Scully was a slit where her eyes were, squinted against the driving ice pellets, scarf thick and warm around her head, “hey.”

“Hey, what?”

“Wanna go on a date?”

Skidding to a stop when her boots hit a packed down section of snow, “a what?”

“A date. The kind of thing we skipped right over when we went from ‘hey, let’s surf’ to ‘hey, take off your pants’.

She inhaled a wee bit of yarn fuzz from her scarf at this point, “hey, take off your pants?”

“Not here, it’s cold but maybe later.” Reaching out to grip her mittened hand, “I think we should go do something that a normal couple would do.”

“What the hell do normal couples do?”

“I don’t know. We can go to the movies or go get some dinner or fly to Italy?” Eyes glittering now with possibilities, “or we could drive south until we get out of the snow or hey, we could pack a bunch of blankets and head to Babar and chill, no pun intended, until spring.”

Head spinning with a whirlwind of suggestions to match the gale whipping her coat, “slow down, partner. Babar is buried in snow and Italy is too long a flight for now. I don’t want to sit in the car for 8 hours to find the end to winter but I could really go for some Mexican and maybe a movie with one of those incredible large buckets of artificially buttered popcorn … Oh my God, Mulder, we need to go eat food right now.”

Laughing at her, pulling her scarf down enough to reveal the tip of her nose, he brushed his over it, “where do you want to eat? Fast or slow?”

“Slow. I want to watch them make the guac so I can request extra lime and onion.”

“For that reason, I won’t be kissing you later,” he could see the shape of her mouth through the scarf and kissing the general area, “so I’ll just do it now.”

Sudden giddy giggle emerged and she nudged him towards the car, “car, move, hungry.”

“Use your words, Scully.”

“Food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

&&&&&&&

It took ten minutes to drive, park and given the ugliness of the weather, to be seated in a corner, cozy booth, menus in hand and waters on the way, “not too busy for a Saturday night.”

Grinning at him as she opened the menu, honing in on the fajita section, “it’s 5 degrees out and snowing. Every sane person is home, in their slippers, trying to keep warm.”

“More salsa for us then.” Digging into the freebies on the table, “what are you getting?”

“I was debating the fajitas for two, shrimp and steak.”

“Oh, I was looking at the chicken chimichangas.”

Moving in on the salsa as well, “I never said the fajitas were for sharing, Mulder.”

As his head dipped, smile wide, “you’ll have a ton of leftovers.”

Biting her chip and twinkling her eyes at him, “maybe.”

Two hours and two orders of Guacamole later, Scully had her feet up on the booth seat beside Mulder and he had his hand wrapped around her ankle, picking random green peppers off her plate, “think we should head out?”

“What? Is it already over? Dates usually last past 9pm, don’t they? And if so, we are severally short changing ourselves.”

“I don’t know how dates work? Maybe some do end at 7:47pm, give people a chance to get home, put on pajamas, complain to friends on the phone how the guy didn’t pay and the sour cream was warm.”

Shaking her head at him as she rested against the vinyl back, “I think we should wander the street for five minutes and see what the cool kids are doing these days.”

“Five minutes and they’ll be frozen kids.” Squeezing her leg, he shifted to pull out his wallet, “date night, guy pays, call me sexist but whatever.”

“I’m not complaining. I forgot my wallet in the car.” Crunching one last chip for the road, “we can get it when we walk past.”

Dropping tip on table and picking up bill, “I think we can manage without your wallet for the evening.”

“I also need some gum.”

“Car it is.”

&&&&&&&&

Shivering after two minutes, Mulder stopped dead in front of a store, nodded his head, pulled her inside, “come on.”

Warm air hit her face, what was exposed anyway, and her eyes lit up …

He’d taken them into a bookstore. An independent little place that when she stood on her toes to see over the stacks of items, seemed to extend backwards to infinity; more than likely a few hundred feet but still, whatever, felt like miles.

“Feel like staying?”

She would have heard him but she was already ten feet away, unraveling scarf, following her nose wherever it led, behind a stack, around a table, through a doorway marked ‘red things, cooking, fantasy and small’. Mulder hoped he’d see her again by spring.

Nodding to the one worker, bedecked in cardigan, kilt and Yankees ball cap, he meandered to a wooden carved sign hanging from the ceiling declaring the section on aliens, astronomy, alchemy and algebra. Believing he had fallen down a rabbit hole, he broke the silence by asking, “how late are you open?”

The kilted gentleman answered, his mouth full of pizza, “we’re open ‘til we close, man, no hurry at all. I live upstairs so it’s a short commute.”

As a Tortie cat wandered through, giving Mulder a thorough look and sniff, “how many books do you have in here?”

“Lost count a few years back.” Pointing to Mulder’s right, “there are two rooms in the direction your wife went and,” pointing now to his left, “three more than way. If you get lost, yell.”

And he did.

He found Scully again nearly two hours later as she surprised him coming around the corner of the doorway leading to ‘medical, marvelous, sparkly and green’, “oh, hi.”

“Hi.” Eyeing the stack of books nearly blocking her face, “find anything?”

She almost worked up to embarrassed, “this is my second stack. Corky already has the first one.”

Mulder gave her a look of complete incredulity, whispering, “kilt man is named Corky?”

“Yes, Fox.”

“Touche.” Setting book in hand on the pile by his feet, “ready to go?”

“We probably should although I haven’t even made it to the ‘fiction about dead people’,” looking over her shoulder and squinting to read the ornate sign, “humorous cats, chubby hamsters and historically ordinary men with mustaches.”

“Oh, we’ll be back. This may very well be my new favorite place in the universe.”

“Where was your original favorite place in the universe?”

“It’s slightly x-rated.”

Pretty sure she knew exactly where he was talking about, she had the sense to turn slightly red, cheeks pinking up enough to let him know she knew, “come on. We need to go find out if we have to ask my mother for a loan to buy Ramen so we can eat for the next month.”

Corky, having moved on to lounging in a reclining aluminum lawn chair behind the checkout desk, cat on stomach, book in hand, dislodged animal and stood when he caught sight of them walking towards him, “I see you’ve found more.” Perusing the titles, nodding at some, eyebrow raising in appreciation at others, “good stuff, too. Totally don’t even remember getting this one in so kudos for finding it. If you don’t like it, bring it back, I’d like to read it when you’re done.”

And he was completely serious.

So was Scully when she nodded, “I will.”

Mulder wanted to ask if Corky needed a part-time employee but refrained, instead, pulling out his credit card, “what’s the damage there, Corky?”

The amount did not knock them off their feet. Made them inhale a bit deeper, wonder fleetingly if maybe they should put one or two back on the shelves but then Corky, being Corky, an excellent Corky in a world of Johns and Ryans and Donalds, handed back Mulder’s card, “and just ‘cause the weather sucks and your wife bought something with a shiny cover,” holding out a box of donuts, open, glazed, “you both get a snack for the road.”

Scully, getting a little hungry again, took one without question, and feeling the calm of paper and dust and musty pages surrounding her, “do you have a section on aura mapping and/or aura projecting?”

“Of course. In the back under ‘rainbows and righteous soul things’.”

“My husband would like to marry you.”

Holding up his left hand and occupied ring finger, “taken but I’d love to have a conversation with you about the whole aura thing if you’ve ever got the time. You are a very curious shade of red.”

Mulder glanced at Scully’s hair, in the process of being trapped under her hat, “I always assumed I’d be blue.”

Once everything was bagged and they’d finished a few more minutes of conversation, they headed out to the street, Mulder hefting two bags while Scully carried one, “thank God for canvas bags. Paper ones wouldn’t have held up.”

“I may not hold up. Did everything you bought have to be hardcover?”

“Pot, kettle, Mulder. You’ve got a 20 lb. book about tasseography.”

Putting stuff in the trunk, he grabbed her before she could open her door, turning her, leaning her against the Jeep, wiggling down scarf to kiss her long and slow, only pulling away when he could feel her begin to smile, “we should date more often.”

“We should and you know what’s best about dating me?”

“I have at least 480 reasons but lay it on me.”

Tugging her scarf up after another quick kiss, “you get to go home with me and take your pants off.”

“Always with the pants off.”

“Do you object?”

“Just get in the car.”

&&&&&&&&

Eventually, they arrived home, slow-going on the icy roads, to have to lug everything upstairs, leftovers included this time, “okay, there is a four book limit for our next visit.”

“Each or total?”

Tripping on the last step and hitting the wall with his elbow, “each.”

As she took the largest of the bags from him, “I can live with that. It won’t happen but I can live with the concept of it.”

Giving her a tired smirk, “then only paperbacks.”

Wet boots left at the bottom of the stairs, they only had to shed frozen coats and accessories before they could hone in on hot chocolate packets from the cupboards and super thick socks from the bedroom, “meet me on the couch in five minutes.”

Like he’d ever not meet her on the couch in five minutes and after the five minutes were up, he turned, about to yell that she was late when she appeared, package of fudge striped cookies in one hand and two mugs of cocoa in the other. Taking his, he sipped, burned his tongue, nibbled a cookie, loved his life in general, watched her settle before she asked, “so, what did you buy?”

“Didn’t you already see the titles when he rang them up?”

“Yes, but now I want you to tell me why you bought them and the order you’re going to read them.”

Another sip, another burn, another nibble, “you are such a geek, Scully.”

“Corky also thinks I’m your wife.”

Offering her a bite of his cookie, which she accepted readily, “we should get on that.”

Perfectly fine with marriage hanging in the air over them for what could possibly be years to come, “probably.”

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 10

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!   Apologies for the delay - I haven’t forgotten you!  Chapters 11 and 12 will be up... eventually.  Quite likely (almost definitely) early January.

@timepetalsprompts - bingo - Eccleston naked, sexy lounging.

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship.

NSFW

Masterlist

Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma, who I think I keep forgetting to tag!  (Sorry, dear!)

He was on her the moment the door closed behind them.  Claiming her mouth, he backed her against it, roughly grasping her hips and grinding against her as she threw her arms around him.

Kissing his way along her jaw to her ear, he whispered, “Does your husband know, Duchess?”

“Know?  Know what, that his manservant takes advantage of me?” she murmured in reply.

“Me, take advantage of you?  I am your servant, madam, and do only that which you ask of me.”  One hand reached down, rucking up her dress and pulling her leg up around his hip.

“I would never!” she denied hotly.  “How could a gentlewoman such as I defend myself against a great brute such as you?”

“Tell your husband that if you like, my lady, and I will tell him how you beg for it, how willingly such a highborn noble woman falls to her knees like a common kitchen wench, how expertly you take me in your mouth,” he said darkly, fingers finding her bare and soaked.  “I’ll tell him how the moment you get me alone, you lift your skirts and order my mouth on you.  I’ll say how when I don’t touch you fast enough, you use your own fingers to give yourself release.”

She arched her back at his touch, guiding his head down to her breasts even as she continued arguing.  “One would not recommend such a response.  My husband the Duke would be well within his rights to cut off your head.”

He nudged the neckline of the dress out of the way to take one pert nipple into his mouth, fingers busy pumping inside her.  He released her only long enough to say, “But madam, this is worth dying for.”

“One sees no reason for that.  You serve at my pleasure, not I at yours.” she said haughtily, even as her hand worked to free him.

“Oh, but it is my pleasure as well, to give you what your husband does not.”  His other hand replacing his mouth, he went back to whispering in her ear.

“My husband quite satisfies me,” she informed him with a sniff, as if they weren’t desperately groping each other.

“Oh, but he can’t mistress, or you wouldn’t be here with me.  You wouldn’t come to my chamber after he has finished with you, damp and aching for more,” he accused.

“You call me a liar?”  She gasped, dizzy with pleasure as he expertly teased her.

“I do.”  He pressed his thumb to her clit, making her mouth fall open as her head hit the door.

“You should be punished for that,” she eventually managed, stroking him to life almost as an afterthought as she concentrated on his fingers.

“I should?  Madam, you are the one making awful accusations.”

“I suppose I am, aren’t I?  You ought to bend me over your knee and give me a good spanking.”  His rhythm faltered, clearly aroused by the idea as she continued.  “And yet, I am the lady of this house, and you are employed here only because I wish it so.  I think it’s high time you show some gratitude, sir.  On your knees.”

He obeyed with a smirk, dropping in front of her.  “As my mistress commands.”

Pushing her dress up above her waist and over his head, he burrowed close to where she was leaking heat and moisture.  His mouth watered at the scent, and he took himself in hand as he began to lick at her.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she panted as he brought one of her legs over his shoulder to open her to his ministrations.  He heard her scrabble to something to brace against, seeming to land on the doorknob.

“Is this how you want it, Duchess?” he asked, running his tongue through her folds as he continued to stroke himself.

“Yes, God, yes, just like that,” she gasped, bringing one hand to hold his head through her dress so she could bear down on him.

He built her up quickly but refused to allow her over the edge.  When he knew she was close, when her whines were near constant and her leg was trembling he pulled back, removing her leg and ducking out from her skirts.

“Wha- why’d ya stop this time?”  She asked in a daze, glorious in her disheveled pleasure.  Her dress was still around her waist leaving her bare to his gaze, neckline pulled below her heaving breasts, face pink.

She stared at where he was exposed, angry and red, ready for them both to be put out of their misery.

“Not stopping, my lady, only making a change,” he promised, voice hoarse.

Taking her hand he led her over to the foot of the bed, sitting on the bench in front of it.  She stared at him blankly, not understanding until he pulled her close, encouraging her with a pat to her hip to climb on top of him.

Comprehension dawned, and she settled herself over him, taking him fully the first time.

“Oh, yeah,” she muttered, beginning to rock gently on him as she sought her balance.

His hands gripped her waist holding her securely to him as his head fell back against the bed behind him, keen eyes watching intently as her breasts bounced with her movements.

Picking up steam, she threw her head back as she rode him, tugging his hands from her waist to hold hers as leverage.

Afraid to move without being able to secure her to him he simply watched, mesmerized by the pleasure on her face.

After several long minutes she leaned forward, hovering over him with one hand on the bed next to his shoulder.  He took that as his cue, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her to him as he began to thrust up in countermeasure to her own movements, which were beginning to falter as she got closer.

His other hand snuck between them, fingertips almost tickling her clit as he rubbed light circles on her.

She was panting steadily now, little breathes that puffed against his ear only serving to heighten his arousal.

“So close,” he grunted, able to see the light at the end of the tunnel growing steadily stronger by the second.

“Me too.”  She took his earlobe in her mouth, sucking it desperately as she concentrated on the coil winding ever tighter inside.

He kissed her temple, the only part of her he could reach, inadvertently activating a surface bond which let everything he felt slip through; it was enough to send her careening over the edge.

With a loud cry of his name she tensed above him before collapsing on his chest as her internal muscles squeezed him tightly.

Letting go with a wordless shout he spilled inside her, hands falling to his sides as he slumped back against the bed, boneless.

-

“Wow.”  Ten minutes later, Rose was still fighting to catch her breath and come down from her high, though they’d managed to move properly onto the bed, lying next to each other.

“Fantastic,” the Doctor commented, with it enough he was able to turn on his side and look at her.  Reaching out one finger, he smoothed her loose hair from her face before tracing down to her neckline, bringing it up to cover her and smooth it out, lingering over her breasts.

“What inspired that?  The Duchess/butler thing, I mean?”  She asked lazily, shifting a hand towards his in offering.  Accepting it, he squeezed her palm as he considered.

“Dunno.  The big house, and you looked spectacular.  Just kinda came out,” he confessed, making her laugh breathlessly.

“Well, it was absolutely brilliant.  Think there was any chance no one heard us?”

The Doctor shrugged, entirely unconcerned.  “Don’t care.  It was too spectacular to worry about.”

“That it was.”  Rose agreed, turning onto her side.  The action allowed some of their combined juices to leak from her, and she made a face at the sensation.

“Hang on.”  Rising on unsteady legs he made his way to the loo, returning soon enough with a flannel he used to gently clean her.  Depositing it back in the sink he stripped on his way to the bed, pleased with the interest in her eye as she watched.

“Can you help me get out of this thing?” she asked, and he nudged her onto her stomach to work at the bindings.

“I must say, I’m enjoyin’ this dress trend,” he said conversationally as he freed her from its confines.

“I can tell.”  Sated, she couldn’t muster much of a response.  “They’ve by far gotten the best reactions.”

“What, you wear them on purpose?” he asked, looking up in surprise.

“Mhmm,” Rose sighed, enjoying the way he lightly kneaded her flesh as it was revealed.  “Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure.”  He removed her shoes and the thigh-high stockings he hadn’t gotten to play with, making a mental note to revisit them.

“Kilt.”

“What about one?”  Once they were both naked he encouraged her under the covers before climbing in to spoon behind her, inserting one knee between hers.

“You should wear one.  Regimental,” she muttered, fading fast as she relaxed into the pillow.

“Why’s that?”  He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him and relishing the feel of her bum against his groin.

“Wanna suck you off like that.”  With those promising words she passed out, leaving the Doctor to spend the rest of the night to ponder the thought.

[starcrossedmyth-lovers-blog]

Young and Beautiful Chapter 7 - The Chariot

Type: Alternative History (AU)

Background: Ancient Egypt

CP: Huedhaut × Reader, Zyglavis × Reader

Warning: Mature (rough, hardcore, no Scorpio at all)

It was the first time Huedhaut made love to you. After being deeply in love for so many years, you found that you were perfectly matched for each other physically. 

"I'm too embarrassed to say...but," You let out a long moan while he hugged you tightly to his chest, "We're so ideally compatible. I'm scared."

"Which means, I satisfied you." He gave a little chuckle while gently stroking your back, “What you're scared of?" 

"Hue, you were so incredibly good. I totally lost control." You said it lightly, "When you made love to me, my body was melting as if I was tumbling into an abyss."

You found it hard to put the feeling into words. Eyes quietly closed, you felt the night wind on your face. Then you heard him whisper. 

"If so, why did you sleep with them?" 

His long fingers, still massaging from the soft nape of your neck to your spine, were not cold after making passionate love. Slowly you opened your eyes and gazed at the midnight sky. 

You started telling him everything. An invisible wall had been erected between you and him due to misunderstanding, and it was time to break it. You told him all kinds of things happened after the coronation, significant or trivial, even including your promise to Zyglavisand others. 

At first, you were very embarrassed. Since he didn't interrupt, you went on holding nothing back.        

"A stupid woman who was really asking for trouble - That's probably how you see me, and you may still think I'm a wh—"

"Shhh. Don't use such dreadful expressions.” In a soft tone, he stopped you, lowering his head to give you a loving kiss. "Impulsive and fearless, even if in danger; Always in a hurry to save others, but never consider herself - How very you."

"Hue..." 

Unable to suppress your emotion, you turned to face him, tears in your eyes. You had told him your intimate relationships with others, and you were ready for insulting words. But now you felt a surge of unexpected warmth from his understanding attitude. 

He gathered you in his arms while you cried without a sound. Pressed against him, your dedicate body was trembling slightly. He pressed his thin lips to your wet lashes, sipping the teardrops from your eyes as they transformed to a slight taste of salt. 

When he kissed away your last tears, you finally recovered from such complicated feelings. 

"Are you cold? You're trembling." 

"Yes, a little," You said docilely,"Hold me back to my room. Let's cuddle there." 

His almond-shaped eyes narrowed with a smirk. "And the guards?"

You threw your arms around his neck and clung to him, pouting like a spoiled child. "Be fed to Sobek① if any of them dare not to look the other way." 

With you in his arms, Huedhaut entered your chamber and kicked the door shut. The next thing you knew, you were in bed together with him, comforting each other in your body warmth. His lips sought out yours with an urgency, and both of you were panting in no time. 

Impatiently, you pulled down his kilt while he tore off your sheath. Your body came alive again with a pulsating heat. Naked at last, you held him so tightly that your bones almost dug into each other. He sucked at your lips like crazy and you made little whimpering noises, matching his passion and urgency. 

Between his body and yours there was nothing to separate them, not even the quiet air. You writhed under him. The bed was creaking. He was panting. The images of Isis, Hathor, Nekhbet and Tawaret holding out their arms had been carved into the ceiling watched you charitably. The only witnesses to your unleashed passion were the flickering firelight in the brazier and the pale moonlight, falling softly on the floor.

After the lovemaking, you laid flat dreamily on your back, savoring the last reverberations. You were in a state of intoxication. He laid a hand on your shoulder and drew you gently near. Both of you were flushed with heat and damp with sweat. The wall was gone as all tension disappeared after such uninhibited passion and release. You were closer than before. 

"Hue, my Hue, I love you so much." While shut, your eyelids fluttered like black butterfly wings as you were losing yourself in the remnants of ecstasy. "If you still love me...Please, don't leave me alone."

In his eyes, when you laid naked in the aftermath, you were so sexually appealing. A surge of affection captured him, so he slipped his right hand out, lovingly stroking your cheek. There was no way for him not to respond tenderly.  

"In the name of Thoth I swear I'll never leave you. Although this could be the last night I can hold you in my arms and kiss every teebe of your radiating body."

"...Hue?" 

"I can't stay with you like lovers. You've made me the priest of Amun."

"What do you mean?” 

What did priest have to do with you two? You didn't get it. Suddenly you realized something and grabbed onto him, "you want to leave me!?" 

A faint smile drifted across his face. “I know you are just a delicate little lotus, but you’re really squeezing the hell out of my arm...”

“Stop it!” You yelled. He used distraction in his replies. “You didn’t love me anymore! You just want to abandon me, is that it?” Tears started welling your eyes, “No, no, no, no, Hue, how can you do this to me? We’ve been separated for eight years! Eight!” 

You were choked with sobs, then asked with difficulty, “If you no longer love me, why did you still...do this to me!?”

Even if he tried any way he could - Cupping your chin in his palms, looking into your eyes endearingly, kissing your wet eyes and trembling lips - There was no way to pacify you. You wouldn’t listen. You were inconsolable, and it was clarity that you wanted him to give you release. So he took you in his arms again and made love to you sweetly. It was the only right thing to do. It was all he could do.   When everything had ended, you finally calmed down. You laid on your side in the fetal position, still panting. Huedhaut snuggled up to you from behind, rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered from behind. The deep voice in your ear echoes inside you.

He made it clear that it was the second time tonight you misunderstood each other. He never thought of abandoning you; He couldn't ever stop loving you, And it would take every strength of him not to kiss your obsidian-like eyes and delicate lips and soft skin. It was your situation that restrained him - You had little realized what a tremendously dangerous decision you'd made: Nobles and priests and the army, if you were not able to strike a balance, then a boomerang effect was at any time. 

However, according to a series of moves after your coronation, you were only pushing their limits.

The color drained from your cheeks. As he went on, you came to understand why he couldn't stay overnight in your chamber. He was a highly anticipated new priest and would be Dui's private tutor very soon. In all sorts of ways, it was a wise idea to have distanced yourselves from each other. 

Hearing it made you feel like crying, but he continued to comfort you that this wouldn't be forever: Once you wielded real power, he would follow you everywhere, spent every sweet night with you and not left your side for a minute. 

"I'd rather be dead than living like this!" You turned around and shook your head fiercely, "I quit being Pharaoh! Take me away, Hue, let's find a quiet place and live there. I quit!"

“Too late. My sweet little lotus, you started the game and can’t go back.” 

You whimpered, burying your face in his chest. He chuckled and rolled on top of you. You joined your bodies one more time.  The next morning, you awoke when Helena knocked the door and walked over to your bedside. She was astonished to see Huedhaut lying with you. 

"What's wrong?" You yawned an inquiry.

"N-N-Nothing," She stuttered and averted her gaze, "I put the breakfast on the table. I'll boil your bathwater right now."

"Wait. Does Dui still not wanna have breakfast with me?" You opened your eyes wide in disbelief. You really didn't need to ask. The answer couldn't be clearer in her drooping eyes and unstable glance.

"Enough!" You were annoyed. "Tell them there will be no meeting in the Audience Chamber. I feel sick and need to rest. Nobody shall come in today." Then you turned away, "Now you may leave."

Huedhaut gave her a gentle smile and said, "You can leave the stove thing to me."

Watching you locked the doors angrily he couldn't help smiling. Still a hot-tempered child. You hadn't changed since he first met you. 

"Let’s enjoy the food without getting pouty, OK? Look, there are honeyed wine and garlic roasted duck."

"What's so special? I have them every day!"

"Only an impoverished scribe knows."

His sarcastic tone made you laugh. Then you felt a little hungry. A whole energetic night had given both of you good appetites.

You spent the whole day in bed with him. Nearly every waking moment you were in physical contact with each other. Little by little, you felt as if your brain, your skin, and even your bones were melting away. It was marvelous. You wanted to stay in his arms for the rest of your life, just stayed like this forever. 

After sex, you placed your head on his chest, listening to the strong heartbeats and the comforting sounds of his breath, feeling the last eight years of your court life dissipated like a morning mist on the Nile. 

"I'm so satisfied," You released a long sigh, "I feel like I've done enough...to last a lifetime. You won't understand."

"I really don't," He narrowed his eyes affectionately as he teased you, "A lifetime means another twenty or thirty years. However, we only had four times last night and three today. Far from enough on average."

"Hue!" 

Watching you blushed like hell he laughed and laughed. Growing hard a few minutes later, he parted your long legs again and eased himself inside you. You did get one thing right - It was never enough.

From sunup to sundown, you floated along as your wild passions led you, seeking the peak of pleasure by unlocking positions that had tried or never tried before. You held each other tight and talked about everything while he was inside you, moving slowly and gently. Whenever he teased you and made you laugh, waves of tremors came into very deep of you through his hardness. It was wonderful to talk this way, even your topic was the three generals. 

"Who's your favorite?" He asked as casually as he could.

"I don't have one. But I trust Krioff." You answered, savoring the sensation of his slow movements.

"Then the least favorite between the other two?"

"Neither. They're equally grumpy and intimidating," You pouted, "It's my biggest regret, you know, releasing them from prison not feeding them to Sobek or Sekhmet②. Damn insatiable beasts." 

" They must think the widow should pay her husband's debts," He kissed your eyes and frowns lightly, "Convergent your temper, my little lotus, do not provoke. Remember you have talent in overcoming hardness with softness."

"Ha! I can't believe you're telling me how to play seductress to other men at a time like this." You snorted, "Are you fucking with me?"

"Language, Your Majesty." His sarcastic smile hadn't changed, even a little bit, "You'll never win for diamond cut diamond. These men are real soldiers who have seen bloodshed."

Your back-and-forth was interrupted suddenly by a knock on the door. Must be an untrained servant carrying food or something. 

"The hell?" You hissed, groped around on your bed for a feather pillow, then threw it hard at the damn door. 

But the knock went on. Unwilling to have your little time with Huedhaut interrupted by that moron you roared with anger, "Lay the damn thing by the door and leave! Pharaoh's busy now!"

"Ow. Too loud." He smirked on top of you and you felt him getting harder inside. Could it be your sulky look turned him on?

The knock finally stopped and you gathered your energy to shout for the last time, "Leave. Immediately! Or you'll learn it's better to die than live!" 

He waited no more to lift your hips and thrust as far as he could go, making you cry out a loud moan. It turned totally quiet on the other side of the door.  As the sun was gone, you finally decided to get up. Huedhaut wouldn't be able to come and spend the night with you after today, instead, he asked you for a guest chamber nearby. 

"Convenient to visit you and the Prince, but not too close to arousing suspicion." He said, pondering it thoughtfully as strolling in the garden with you.

"I won't kiss you when it means goodbye." Tears came to your eyes again, and you looked very dear indeed.

"This is not goodbye." He looked at you, his lips curling into a quiet, kind smile. Then he lifted your chin and gave you a long, deep kiss. 

"I love you, __, now and forever. Don't be sad. Remember I will always stand by you. Whenever you need me, I'll be there."

That'll be the furthest distance, you thought, gazing at him until he disappeared in the night. 

You sighed and wept. I shall miss him so much. Brushing away your tears you signed deeply as you walked back. 

"All by myself again." You said to yourself as you closed the door, eyes all red from weeping.

"Poor little thing. It looks like your new lover's already fed up with you."

"He would never...Whoa! Zyglavis! How long have you been here?" 

You protested, suddenly realized someone sits cross-legged on a huge blanket spread on the floor, sipping wine as he waited for your return. He put down the cup and stood up when he heard you step inside. The moonlight streamed in through the windows. His figure was caught in the transparent rays.

"I see. You've been pitifully abandoned." He walked over and spoke calmly, but there was a striking fire, an intimidating rage in his dark grey eyes, "Is sleeping with that Huedhaut making a slutty little creature like you content?" 

You glared at him, getting furious. "None of your business."

"Dare you to defy me?" 

He stepped forward. In the glow of the light, you could see deep frown lines between his brows. This man was unbelievably handsome under the moonlight, especially when he was angry. But you were not in the mood for savoring. 

"Dare you to question me?" You raised your chin. The pride of Pharaoh should never be challenged.

"Don't get too confident, little girl." He clenched his jaw, "I am a general."

"Still a pitiful commoner." You snorted arrogantly. 

If you could remind yourself of Huedhaut's advice, you'd be wise enough not to pour oil on the flames. But you couldn't be helped. You always ended up provoking him like hell.

There was a thud when he suddenly reached out and placed his hands on the wall behind you, trapping you between it and him as his face pressed in even closer. 

"I spit it just once," He warned, "You'd be better off not irritating me."

You responded him with a contemptuous sneer and nothing could be more provoking. Thanks to you he went to the endurance limit immediately. He caught you by the wrists and dragged you hard to the window. Without another word, he pushed you down to the blanket, holding your slim wrists behind you by one hand while pulling off his hairband. You tried frantically to squirm free, but he bounded your hands behind you without breaking a sweat. 

"Pervert! Demon!" You squealed in protest, rubbing your wrists together and struggling to free yourself. However, the fast knot was impossible to get undone. 

"You must untie me, now!" 

You threatened fiercely, struggled hard to wrathfully looked at him. But before you could turn your head, you heard the linen rip. 

"My dress! You wicked devil!" You burst out, hissed, and you should: Another precious sheath was torn. The turquoise. 

Then your vision was suddenly cut off by a strip of linen, most probably coming from your sheath. "No! Stop!" You screamed the words, struggling harder, "I'll have you executed!"

Would your threats work? Obviously not. Zyglavis was the dominant one - he would do anything he wished to you, forced you to comply. The strength gap between you and him was too big. In vain you fought hard, but he tied the strip anyway to blindfold you.       

"On your knees." He commanded coldly. 

Seeing your disobedience he wasted no time to command again, pulled and forced you into the posture he wanted. You struggled on bended knees, blindfolded, hands tied behind your back, the torn blue dress was hoisted up past your narrow waist, only revealed the seductive curve of your round hips. Everything was supremely erotic under the thrilling moonlight. 

Unable to restrain anymore, he thrust himself inside you full tilt. You tossed your head and arched your back while a sharp loud cry was forced from your throat. With one hand he held your hips steady, the other reached out to hold onto the knot tying your wrists, he thrust into you from behind and started pumping hard. 

You were screaming and sobbing and cursing.You swore you would revenge. You promised you would order him savage torture, only provoked him to move deeper and faster. He swung the tight knot on your wrists back and forth like the rein on the horse. You became his chariot horse, galloping under his whip and transporting him onward. 

You could hardly believe how painful it was: Although he was rough on the first night, he alternated fast and slow, deep and shallow movements on your body responses, preventing you from getting hurt; Scorpio was rough and he even choked you, but he was super sweet in the afterglow; Krioff was rough, too, but he would rub your back and always cared you so much......However, the rider who's taking you from behind now was so rough that could be a merciless devil. 

As the strip over your eyes blinded your vision, you had to focus on your own bodily sensations. Zyglavis was usually quiet in lovemaking, but the transparent rays of the moon seemed to turn him into somewhat a wild animal. He grunted and growled and groaned. The heavy breathes from him stirred you to the core, and you gradually meltdown, surrendering to him. Soon you were on fire, moaning instead of screaming as the pain turned into pleasure. Matching his rhythm you grew wilder and wilder, your body was burning like fire.

Finally, bursting out a long drawn-out cry, you reached a wild orgasm. At the same time, he came huge with a growl, exploding inside you. 

A total stillness enveloped you. You were motionless as a pair of sculptures, dead silhouettes in the moonshine.  P.S.

① Sobek, God of the Nile, was associated with the Nile crocodile and represented as a human with a crocodile head.

② Meaning that you wanna feed them to crocodiles or lions.

③ Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween!

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[dunmerofskyrim]

17

“You’re not going in?” Flat-voiced, but Simra’s face was so incredulous it bordered onto pity. Brows both knit and raised at once. A pursed mouth, derisive at the corner his scars would still let curl.

“I see no need,” said Noor.

“Yeah. Right. If you don’t count ‘getting clean’ and ‘not freezing your toes off when you get the fucking chance’ as decent reasons…”

“We cross the Desh come morning. That’s all we need from Oudabridge. All I need.” Noor’s voice turned goading. “The rest is baelathri nonsense. Excess.”

“Baelathri,” Simra echoed the word with the shadow of a sneer. It was one he’d seldom heard but knew all the same. “Tomb-dwellers. Tsscht. Dunno how convincing that whole act is, coming from you. All that ‘lest the decadent works of settled folk sully me; like corpses they roof themselves in stone and trap themselves in living death’ crowshit. Not when it’s coming from a woman who lived in a fucking bonestrewn cave under a fucking settled folk city for however-fucking-long.” Simra’s laugh was a mean and meagre thing. One cold and barking note.

Noor charged to fill the silence that came after. “That’s different—!”

“Nchow! Be different, then! You need me, I’ll be over there, being warm and clean and exactly as drunk as I blighted well want to be, in a bed that doesn’t make my back feel like it wants me dead. Ghosts and fucking bones…”

Simra rolled his eyes. Kicked at the hard-packed dirt that made up the skirts of Ouadabridge’s west bank. A herding ground, he reckoned by the short turf  and rings of pale starved grass he’d seen as they rode in. Pitching grounds for Velothi more likely to trade than raid. Noor would fit right in between the piles of dried dung and the cold-moaning wind.

He turned to Tammunei. “You coming?”

“The yurt. The guar and horse…” Tammunei said, slow. “Someone else should stay.”

Simra nodded. Tried not to show the warm relief that flooded his chest. He’d be alone, at least for a night. Alone somewhere coin could be spent, food and drink got by asking.

“Right, well… Take care of them then,” he said. “The fucking pony can go to the knackers and butchers for all I care, ‘cept that then I’d have to walk. So yeah. Take care.” The last two words were softer than he’d meant them to be. He hurried to bury them. “Meet you at the second bridge come morning?”

“Dawn?” said Noor.

“Later’s best. I’m paying for a bed, fucked if I’m not making the most of it.”

A scowl deepened the lines and shadows that crossed Noor’s face.

“Tsscht. We’ve got a whole other half of the fucking plains to cross. You can make a proper Velothi of me then. For now, you wanna begrudge me all the decadence and ills of the baelathri, please be fucking quiet about it.”

“Did I say anything?”

“Tsscht…”

Simra turned away, colour and curses and muttering tongue all held behind his teeth. He unshouldered his spear and planted its spike, working it a moment til it had broken the dirt enough to stand.

“Keep that too. Don’t wanna have any accidents with any fucking doorways.”

Crouching, he looped an arm through the strap of his gathersack and lifted it over his right shoulder, up from where it had slouched on the ground. The pot-belly of his kettle dug through the sackcloth. A grimace.

“Before noon then?” he asked.

“Before noon,” said Tammunei.

Simra’s mood raced ahead of him across the plain, happy maybe, or perhaps just fast. Coarse-cropped grass; sky turning pink with the early fall of evening. The wind was restless, antic, now at his back and rushing him on, now in his face and scourging his cheeks, numbing his mouth til it felt lipless.

Walking the last distance to Ouadabridge, Simra reached down and hitched the netch-leather tails of his leggings around his hips, tying them in front. They made a kind of lopsided kilt there – an extra layer of almost-armour – but for now it was enough that it stopped their blighted flapping.

“Dramatic, yeah, but a fucking bother into the bargain…”

He couldn’t say the same of his mantle. Every step he took and every change in the wind, the breeze grew hooks and tried to fish the old goatskin cape off his shoulders. Simra’s right hand clutched at the pin-and-ring brooch that held it round his neck, knuckles white with gripping and fingers pale with cold.

His left was at rest on the hilt of his sword: the raider’s sabre with its heavy curved blade and smooth wood grip, ridged to fit another mer’s fingers. Another new sword, taken from someone for whom he reckoned it had been an old one. How many had come through his hands down the years, like this one, and the one before? He’d remember each one if he tried maybe, but the order had turned to a blur. The first few had each been as precious as the last. When had that stopped?

“You stopped being a stripling, happy just to have something steel in your hands,” he told himself, muttering under his breath. “That’s all. You learnt what suits you.”

This one sure as sunrise didn’t. Not so much as a disk or bar to get in the way between blade and handle. Nothing to protect the fingers. His grip shifted uneasy on the wood of it. Perhaps his right hand stiffened.

“Learnt what suits you,” he repeated. “Little later though, you learnt that nothing suits a swordsman’s hand worse than nothing at all. Shitty skinflint fucking sword or empty fucking air, I’ll take the sword any day.”

Most of the words he spoke were patois, dragged with him from the Grey Quarter, but fewer than they once had been. He carried them with him but, more and more, new words fit under his tongue and found voice when he set it moving. Bits borrowed and sucked up and stolen from all the languages that had crammed into the gorge where he was born — tongues that had knit and bred together til they birthed out a language of their own. Nordic cadence, curses and oaths, and words to talk of weapons. Trade-words and scriv-words, scholar’s words, lifted haphazard from Imperial Tamrielic, Hlaalu Dunmeris. And Velothis now, creeping in at the corners, last of all where by rights it ought to’ve been first. The mothertongue his mother had hoarded and hogged from him…

Nowadays his mind spoke a dialect of its own almost, and it came out loud in private. Talking to himself, he sowed it on the air as he walked, leaving parts of where he came from and parts of where he’d been. Like Noor sang who she was and who her ancestors were, all across the plain. Like perfume lingered in a room long after the one that wore it.

Simra stopped that thought where it started. Cut it out like rot before it could spread.

Ouadabridge drew up from the evening ahead. Shapes first – the blocks and planes of Hlaalu adobes – then a slow lighting of lamps and brighting of windows. Slits and squares and spheres alike, in brass and green and blue, began to break the beginnings of shadows, and stem the gathering gloom.

The glow of a lantern-staff showed the start of a bridge. A long cane of bound and bundled rattans; a teardrop of plain-glass hung from a link at its tip, wicks and oil inside shedding light. A watchman slouched against its shaft. She wore a loose fold-breasted coat of yellow-brown cloth armour, sleeves lending down into mittens at the hands. Another shaft of bundled rattan rested against the start of the stone bridge behind her, this one tipped with an iron billhook.

“Your business?” Her voice and stance and resting weapon were all eloquent about her boredom. A pair of eyes checked Simra, loose from under her wide-brimmed conical hat. More farmer than soldier, he reckoned.

“Bed for the night. Hot meal.”

The guard gave a grunt in her throat. “And your business?”

“Money spent and gone by morning?” He smiled.

“‘Traveller’ then. Sorry friend but there’s a tithe for that.”

“Little place like this?” Simra was taken aback by his lack of surprise. “Shut up…”

She shuffled. Raised a mittened hand to worry at one round pock-marked cheek. “People round here,” she began, defensive, in a dialect not-quite-Hlaalu. “They pay into the pot, see? Yearly. Or they do their turns on watch. But those as are passing through, see, they still get guarded. Come under protection of the town-law, don’t they? Sorry, friend, but someone’s got to pay for that, seeing as they don’t pay no taxes…”

“Thought this one through, haven’t you?” Simra’s hand went from the hilt of his sword to search into his satchel. “Now, I dunno if you’re stupid and honest, or a little bit clever and trying to pull one. If I’m honest, I don’t care. Thing is though, don’t think you care much either. Right?” He brought out a purse, chiming blunt with coin. “What’s the tithe, friend?”

“Call it three.”

“Shils? Call it five. That’s a dram of decent sujamma for you, or as much absolute swill as you’d ever wanna drink in one night.”

“What you want for it?”

“Know some things.” Simra shrugged. “Whatever you know. What’s the news between here and Senie. Davon’s watch if you wanna go one better, but Senie’d be a start.”

“Senie? Pshaw… Think I know what happens far as Senie?”

“Guarding the one open bridge on the Desh in close to a hundred leagues? And with road from here to there, if I’m not wrong? Reckon you do. Reckon you get plenty of fascinating types through here, coming both ways…”

“Six.”

Simra gave a calculated sigh. “Alright, alright. There’s six in it for you. If, that is, I like the sound of what you tell me.”

“You’re talking swordwork, aren’t you?”

“Swordwork, scalpwork, whatever… What’s the word along the road?”

The answers came. Simra listened. Later, alone in a cornerclub called the Journey’s Pause, over mazte, balls of rice and dried shrimp and reed-greens, and a yolk-gold bird’s egg soup, Simra took notes.

[1stunseeliefaelass]

Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 23: Dream in Good Faith

"That's ENOUGH!" Aries proclaimed, surprising Crom and Death.

"Who...are YOU?" Crom growled at Aries.

"I was a bystander, now I'm getting involved."

Aries then snaps his fingers and Crom ends up being sucked away. Death isn't sure what to think as he observes around him for a moment. He finds they're in that one field he dreamt of once when Morgen helped him get away from Lilith.

"Is this field...a common motif for you Dream Entities?" Death asks confused before being bumped into. He looks behind him and sees a tiny periwinkle lamb floating there.

"Sorry, the little one got restless." Lunara apologized from nearby.

Death looked her way and was admittedly a bit confused at the moth-like appearance she had. He wasn't sure if she was a Fae or another Dream Entity. "Ok somebody needs to start explaining and introducing themselves. As I am very confused now. Not that I'm ungrateful but something is far better than nothing."

"Sorry, this is my wife Lunara and I am Aries."

"Right. And you're in my head why exactly?" Death inquires.

"To introduce ourselves. We heard you've been dealing with an individual that we find to be extremely uncomforting." Aries explains vaguely.

Lunara just facepalms, "What my husband means to say is we heard through the grapevine you could help us meet our daughter. As she is seemingly with you in some way. And that the individual my husband speaks of may have brought upon desires to avoid her home entirely."

"Wait you mean Morgen? Verdak has made it pretty clear he's her Father. And Morgen made it quite clear to him she wants nothing to do with him or the realm you all live in. I highly doubt a visit from more people claiming to be her parents is going to help."

"Wait...ok explain to me exactly what Verdak did. Now." Aries demands.

"Before you make demands of me, know this. For all I know, you could be another liar. Another manipulator wanting to control her in some way. Why should I expect any better, when the Father who gave birth to her died, when her Stepfather abused her, and when the person claiming to be her Father mentally tortured us both?! Why should I?"

"For one thing Verdak is a liar. Secondly, I've been trying to find her she can be brought home safely. Thirdly, I do not appreciate being spoken to in that tone. Either fix it or else I bring back Crom. I know how you two love to keep each other company." Aries threatens him.

"ENOUGH. Both of you. I get it, Ilona is in a bad place because of Verdak. And I can understand your hostile tone if the only Entity you know of has mentally scarred you Death. But please give us a chance to right that wrong. Let us prove you wrong. And Aries, just shut up. Before you say something you'll regret. You've already threatened the man who's supposed to help us when all he did was ask a few VERY reasonable questions." Lunara says sternly to both men.

"I take it he has a very hard time controlling himself, am I correct?" Death asks sarcastically.

"To an extent. But for now let's try not insult each other anymore. All we want is to see her, I swear to you that's it." Lunara promises him.

Death sighs before saying, "I can still feel the mental link we have. I must've forgotten to take my necklace off, and Morgen must still have hers on as well. Just be prepared for some hostility from her, I doubt she's completely cooled off by now. Give me some time so I can make sure she's ok this."

"Of course." Aries replies sounding cooled down.

Death then uses the link to go see Morgen, not realizing the tiny lamb follow after him. Lunara tries to stop it but she fails and is left to hope Morgen won't be upset at seeing it. Death finds her easily within an exact copy of the field Aries conjured up in his head. Morgen is sitting within it and Death notices that maybe things aren't as exact as he thought. He sees darker colored flowers sprinkled throughout the field and wonders what this could mean. He's unable to ponder long as the lamb surprises him by floating under his kilt. It then begins to float towards Morgen excitedly, with Death now chasing it down.

"Ahhh! Come back here you little dah!" Death yells at the lamb before tripping on something.

He then tumbles down a hill and runs into Morgen, "Oh! Hey what the?"

"Sorry. Ow."

Morgen can't help but giggle a bit before helping him up, "You alright?"

"Oooww..Hurting a little bit, but I'm fine. Now where did that thing go?"

"What thing?" Morgen questions him before being suddenly surprised herself when the lamb suddenly poofs into the space inbetween them. "Oh, is this what you spoke of?"

As Morgen gently brings the lamb into her arms, Death replies, "Ugh....yes it is. Sorry I wasn't expecting it to follow me here."

"Why say that? Where did it come from anyway?" Morgen asks whilst gently giving the lamb some scritches.

"Well.....there's a Dream Entity couple in my head right now. Now I know you're not in the mood to deal with more bullshit from that place. But these two seem genuine enough. All they want is a chance to speak to you. Nothing more."

Morgen sighs and grasps at her horns again. Course the lamb bleats at Morgen before nuzzling her. Morgen then continues to scritch it before thinking a moment. Death gives her as much time as she needs. Eventually sitting down beside her as she sits herself. Gently he places a hand on her back, which gets a small smile. He then gets an idea and slyly slides his index up her spine.

"HA! Ah! Watch it there." Morgen tells him with a subtle giggle.

"Eh consider this payback for my foot the other day." Death says simply before tickling various spots on her back. He ends up finding the main one easily just on her lower back when she suddenly shrieks. Laughing he tells her, "Guess I've found your spot then."

Morgen gives him a coy look before setting the lamb down and waiting for the right moment. Finally he turns his head away and she lunges at him. However he grabs her and turns his head back.

"You cheated. I don't know how but you did."

"No I didn't. You just don't notice that your body language betrays you Morgen." Death explains with a smirk behind his mask.

Morgen snickers a bit before finally being released. Course Death is then given a hug, "Thank you. At least somebody can still treat me normally here."

"If it helps...to me, you are who you are. Spectacular. You may look like a Dream Entity, but that doesn't mean you have to live like one. It's your choice at the end of the day. Understood?" Death replies before gently caressing her face after getting out of the hug.

Morgen can't help but regain a bit of her warmth as he does this. Of course he doesn't keep his hand on her face long, but for Morgen his touch lingers even after he stops. The two begin getting closer to each other after that and come close to kissing. Course, Death then stops himself. Not just because of his mask, but because he isn't sure it's wise right now. Morgen however asks him, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm...just not sure if we should do this. At least at this moment. I mean, it's quite a bit early on. Don't you think?"

"Oh right...forgive me. After all today was....I don't think words can accurately describe it." Morgen responds a bit sullenly.

Death sighed as he noticed the warmth leave her and told her, "It's not that I don't want to. I'm just a bit unsure about it right now. I'm not opposed to doing anything else though."

Morgen seems to perk up and asks, "Such as?"

"Well uhm....I dunno. Hold hands? Nah nevermind too simple. I doubt that'd be enough."

Morgen however surprises him by grasping his hand and scooting closer to him, "I'm fine like this so long as you're comfortable. We both should be if we're going to be together after all."

"That we should. Thank you for understanding. One of these days though, I'll get past the barrier." Death responds.

Suddenly a red sheep appears between them and bleats at Death annoyed. Death can't help but notice the slight demonic look it has. The black horns, red wool and eyes, sharpened black hooves, it was a stark contrast to the tiny lamb laying down by Morgen's feet.

"What's all this about?" Morgen inquires before going to pet the sheep.

It dodges her though and aggressively pushes at Death. Then as it begins ramming into him Death shouts, "Ow what the hell?!"

The sheep only continues to bleat at him and ram into him. Morgen notices the wool's particular shade of red looks as though the sheep had been dipped into blood. Death however is more concerned about the ramming and the slightly deeper pitched bleats that sounded like it really pissed off. The distortion on it didn't help.

"Ok...that's a little creepy but stop. ramming. into me."

The sheep suddenly poofs into a more humanoid shape with armor and delivers a message in a typical warrior's voice, "WHAT'S THE ANSWER?!" Then the sheep goes back to normal and bleats one last time before floating away and poofing out of Morgen's mind.

"Uhm...answer to what?" Morgen inquires.

"Answer to the question of whether or not you want to hear these folks out." Death replies sighing. He'd hoped they'd get to have a bit more time than this.

Morgen walks up to him and responds, "I'll hear them out. But I can't promise anything."

Death nods before giving them a portal. As Aries comes through with Lunara he shouts, "FINALLY!"

"We were in the middle of something." Death groans.

"Sorry, patience really hasn't been his thing lately." Lunara tells him.

Aries groans himself before saying, "Anyway....she's ready to see us I'm guessing, so do introduce us."

"Right, so Morgen this is Aries and Lunara."

Morgen looks at them both and says, "I suppose I'm glad to meet you. But who are you exactly? Why do you want to see me so badly?"

"Ah I uh....hmm..Lunara you wanna handle this one?" Aries almost begs of her.

Lunara sighs and tells Morgen, "Aries and I are your parents. Your 'true' parents. I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear from anyone right now but..."

"Don't. Just don't. I want no excuses. I trust you already know my reasons for wanting nothing to do with the Dream Realm?" Morgen questions her.

"We do believe me. We understand Verdak did extensive damage to you and those close to you. But...if you'd just visit the realm, just once, maybe things will be different. Maybe you'll...see it's not all bad and..."

"Change my mind?" Morgen replies skeptically.

Aries then steps in, "Give your Mother the chance to speak girl. Hear what she wants to say."

Death places a hand on her shoulder a bit and Morgen sighs before continuing, "Look...I'm sorry. But all of this is just lost on me. I've heard too many words from beings that have done nothing but hurt me. I'm just done, done with all of it. I'm truly sorry, but I can't go to the realm. I just want a normal life, that's all I've ever wanted."

"Based on the accounts of this 'Nergal' your life is far from normal. And based on what I'm seeing from you now, 'normal' is not going to be a viable option." Aries tells her bluntly.

Morgen clenches her fists before lashing out, "SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT MY LIFE IS NOTHING BUT CHAOS!? I TRIED to escape from Uther on my own. MY ATTEMPTS ALL FAILED! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST?! THIS IS THE ONLY ESCAPE ATTEMPT THAT HAS WORKED FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME! AND I DIDN'T GET THE HELP I HAD FROM YOU. As for my future, you don't know as well as you think you do how normal I can get my life to be. Even if I end up in a mundane day to day life in a simple house, as long as I choose it and am happy there, then there's nothing wrong with that."

Lunara is shocked but now realizes just how hurt she really is. Like any good Mother, she attempts to hug Morgen but is denied. Morgen just moves away from her. Death then chooses to be the one holding her. He places his hand on her shoulder again to test the waters and Morgen runs into him. Her hands on his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

"You have your answer. Like I told you earlier, she may not have been in the mood for this. At all." Death tells Aries and Lunara as he keeps Morgen in his arms.

Aries has a quiet and brief growl before telling Morgen, "I wish we could help you. However, my dietary needs must be met very soon."

Morgen can't help but be a little hurt by the seemingly cold response from Aries. However Lunara sighs sadly and calls out to her softly, "Morgen.....I'm so sorry we failed you. That we weren't there when it mattered. If you're certain you won't find happiness in our home, I will respect this. I will support you from a far....do all I can to aid in your journey for happiness....like a good Mother should."

Morgen felt as though she'd been stabbed in the gut as a wave of guilt washed over her. Lunara could feel it emanating from her too, and felt just as guilty for possibly coming off as guilt tripping her. Death however remained a strong anchor for her. Keeping his hold on Morgen as silent tears began to flow.

Once Aries and Lunara made their way out, Death quietly told her, "Well done. You did beautifully there."

"Did I.....did I truly? I feel so guilty." Morgen states to him.

"Morgen, you don't have to feel guilty. It was your choice, and given current events it's possibly the right one. However I don't want you to break contact with them completely. Maybe they can come to our realm, or whatever the proper term would be. Ah, this is so confusing."

"I'm sorry." Morgen replies softly.

"Hey now, no need to apologize. I'll figure it out...somehow. Either way, I may not have all the answers but I do know one thing. Whatever you choose, I'll be right there to support you. Or at least advice you if I disagree with it. Course I won't force any choices on you." Death assures her.

"Thank you Death, thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Although...I should probably get back to my own mind. That way we can both sleep tonight."

"Of course. Goodnight Death, sleep well." Morgen whispers softly.

"Goodnight Morgen, I'll see you in the morning."

With that Death returned to his mind and Morgen was left alone with the tiny lamb still floating around. Course she was soon visited by Nergal, "Sorry but I wanted to make sure you were alright after that hot take. Luckily Aries didn't try anything bad out of anger."

"Right...forgive me Nergal, I just need to be alone. I've a lot to process right now." Morgen explains whilst letting the tiny lamb snuggle her.

"Did they leave the lamb here?"

"Yes. I imagine they're not back either because it'd be awkward...or maybe Lunara wishes for me to keep it." Morgen replies quietly.

"Well I'll let Lunara know it's with you. That and make sure you know how to summon it into the waking world with you. This process will wake you up briefly, but at least you'll know how to do it." Nergal states.

"Ok and THEN can I sleep tonight?"

"I give you my word Morgen."

"Then start your teaching."

"Based on what I've read, which is not entirely helpful but still, you're supposed to do it like this." Nergal explains.

He begins to try and fail to explain the emotional parts of the spell to her and how to do it overall but clearly is unable to grasp it. Course both of them suddenly receive some intervention from Lunara. Who sends them visions of what to do.

"Huh....well then...ok well since you already know how to do it I'll be going..." Nergal tells Morgen with complete embarrassed with being helped by anyone. Lunara especially.

Morgen simply shrugged and held the little lamb in her arms before laying down. From there she worked to cast the spell by closing her eyes and whistling. All of a sudden she's shocked and wakes up in her bed. Course she feels the lamb on her chest and realizes she succeeded. She squees quietly and places a soft chair cushion onto the floor for the lamb. Then once placing it onto the cushion, she got into a nightgown before wandering outside her room. She was wide awake unfortunately and needed to clear her head anyway. Morgen wandered the halls for a little while until she started hearing something. Soon enough it sounded like groans and grunting. Eventually she found the room it was coming from and quietly opened the door. Inside the room she found Death looking awake but twitching slightly. Morgen came closer and realized the sounds were actually just him gasping for air. She also noticed he seemed like he was paralyzed and quickly saw what was wrong. Quickly she used her magic to ease him out and eventually Death came out of it with a sudden yell. As he breathed frantically Morgen gently spoke to him, "You were having a moment of sleep paralysis I think. Don't worry, you're safe now."

His breathing calmed and he finally told her, "I saw a sheep, black." Suddenly they hear a low bleat and Death jumped before pointing at it, "SEE OVER THERE! THAT LITTLE SHIT RIGHT THERE!"

"Death calm down it's alright."

"THAT THING RAMMED INTO MY FACE AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I'M UNABLE TO BREATHE OR MOVE!"

"Easy Death, easy." Morgen tells him softly with some strokes of his back.

The sheep bleated again and came closer. Death however scurries away, "NOPE nope nope. I'm not dealing with that thing I'm out of here."

Unfortunately the sheep is undeterred and begins to chase after him. Morgen is left chasing the sheep as a result.

"Oh come on no! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"

Morgen notices the sheep is actually quite fast and seems even more demonic looking than the red one. A trail of black sand seems to come off of it as it flies after Death. Morgen sees one of the girls' butterfly nets nearby and grabs it as they run past. Finally after a calculated swing, Morgen catches the sheep.

"Ah ha! I got ya!"

However the sheep turns around in the net with an offended bleat and suddenly melds through the net.

"Ehehehehe......oh shit."

The sheep then began to chase after Morgen, with Death shouting at her, "Morgen! Toss me the net!"

She does so and then keeps running. Death however waits for the right moment to swing before doing so. Only for it to bite the net and yank it from Death's hands.

"Oops..."

The sheep bleats long and angry like before all of a sudden getting tackled out of the air. Morgen notices the periwinkle color and sees what happened.

"Oh dear."

The bigger black sheep naturally got angry at the little lamb for stopping its charge and suddenly rammed it backwards. It naturally begins bleating and Morgen scoops it up, "Will you just be nice honestly?"

Death then decides he's done with the net anyway, and turns Harvester into a mallet, "If this is what it takes to get rid of you, then so be it."

He slams it down, only for Harvester to phase through the sheep as well. It bleats at him simply as Strife and Miriam come out of their room. Strife is the first to ask, "Dude...what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry......STRIFE HELP ME!." Death tells the sheep nervously before addressing Strife in a freaked out tone.

The sheep bleats as if laughing at him, leaving Strife to ask Miriam, "You know anything about these?"

"They collect dreams.....or sometimes..uuuuuuaaaaaaahh nightmares....." Miriam responds with a tiny yawn.

"So what do we do to get it to stop?"

"We can always placate it....which will take a particular snack depending on the color..." Miriam groggily explains.

"It's black, with black sand trailing off it." Strife states.

"Ok then.....then that one will want some black licorice....or other black sweets. If it's black....uhaaah..it'll like it." Miriam tells Strife whilst trying not to fall back to sleep.

Strife gets a weird look but sets her back in bed before searching around for something. Finally he finds a gumball in his inventory that's black and shouts to the sheep, "HEY WOOLYBUTT! Want a snack?"

The gumball is then chucked at the sheep, and bonks him on the head. It then turns around and opens it's mouth. Only for there be eyes inside it as it bleats a truly demented baa.

"AH! Nevermind. BRO YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!" Strife shouts before shutting the door.

Death is actually a bit horrified looking at the thing now, and is frozen entirely. Morgen looks around frantically for anything that can help and begins throwing stuff at the sheep. It begins chasing her again and Morgen makss it to the kitchen. Seeing it's teeth are sharp despite it being a sheep, Morgen grabs a thrown out piece of meat. Hoping that it works when tossing it at the sheep. The sheep grabs it and gives it a nibble. Luckily it's rotting a little bit and it's enough for the sheep to accept it. Tendrils appear from it's mouth and pull the meat inside before it poofs into nothing inside the body. The sheep then seems to calm and plops down onto the table.

It then cocks its head at her expectantly and Morgen asks it, "What?"

It points to its mouth and Morgen realizes what it wants. Course Morgen needs Death's help. She notices he's not nearby and quickly goes to find him. When seeing him with a thousand yard stare, she realizes what's happening this time.

"Oh no. Death? Can you hear me?" Morgen gently queries.

All of a sudden the sheep comes flying back towards Death again at full speed. Morgen quickly gets in the way just as the sheep is about to hit him. The next thing she knows is that the black sand reaches her nose, and it smells of charred remains. Directly after this she passes out and the sheep actually gains an oh shit type of body language. The lamb begins bleating at Death like crazy and the black sheep hides in shame. Actually feeling bad for hitting Morgen and looking a bit scared now. As if it's about to get in big trouble. Morgen meanwhile finds herself in front of a mirror and in a lingerie set. One she recognizes all too well.

"No....No no no.....No no no no no no.... Not this...not this not this not this....not this...No please no no....No no no...please...." Morgen says frantically as she begins to panic. It only gets worse when hearing a familiar voice.

"Oh Morgana....I've missed you so much my beloved....oh I cannot wait to consummate our union...."

"C-c-c-c-consummate?" Morgen inquires in pure fear.

"Of course. Remember your promise? I'd leave everyone alone...everything would go back to normal...if you finally became truly mine...finally gave me the child I deserve..." Uther replies in a crazed tone.

Morgen wants to run away but is frozen in her terror. Unable to move or flee as Uther runs his hands along her body. All she can do is beg, "Please no....don't hurt me....don't hurt me again....somebody help me....please..."

"No one's coming Morgana. In fact...no one will ever come between us again. I've sent Mina on the run for her very life. And Barrcus, well...I tried not to break him but....eheheheh...ahahahaha...I broke him....I broke him baby girl...." Uther told her as he devolved into soft demented laughing.

Morgen began crying as Uther began to touch her again, however just as Uther was about to remove the lingerie, everything just froze.

Verdak suddenly began to speak in a strained voice, "I....am so very sorry. This wasn't meant for you....you weren't supposed to go through this....not again..."

Morgen began sobbing harder and begged to be let out, "Please....don't leave me here....don't leave me alone....please get me out of here."

A giant six fingered hand quickly grabs her and pulls her into the Nightmare side of the Dream Realm. Luckily her lingerie was now a silk black dress. She's shaking badly as Verdak is on the ground wheezing. He immediately begins to fade, having exhausted himself trying to fix this mess.

"W-w-where have you b-b-brought me?" She stutters.

"Somewhere safe.....I'll send a message to your Mother....and Nergal....has been sent...." He tells her before his head sinks down.

As he crumbles into sand again, Morgen begins wailing now. Horrified after what just happened. She has no idea how much time has passed when she finally hears Nergal's voice. Albiet deeper than usual.

"Morgen?! Morgen! Are you alright?! Please not so loud I....I know you're scared but please Morgen....they can't know I'm here..."

Morgen continues wailing but as Nergal lifts her face up she sees him as he truly is. His skin and muscle are translucent but give off a dark bluish hue. It looks like a night sky full of stars. His tattoos that are meant seal him are glowing now. It's a brighter blue against his body and seems to be causing pain. The bones look as if their made of metal like pewter or dark silver. He only has one organ on the inside, his heart. At least that's what it seems like to her, for all she knew he probably had a brain too. Course his third eye was also very much noticeable now. But beyond all those features he looks as he does normally, just with a dark blue skull where his face should be. The middle eye is red with black sclera, the sclera are the same with the other two eyes. They're blue in their color.

Morgen does at least finally stop wailing, but is still crying as she asks him, "You're.....you're.....you're a...nightmare?"

"The oldest kind. At least naturally. I didn't want you to see me like this, I'm sorry." He tells her softly as he waves his hands in front of her. She sees rainbow eyes in their palms.

Morgen shows no fear, rather he notices her concerns still lie on what just happened to her. He's about to try and comfort her but hears a voice he hoped he wouldn't.

"WIZEMAN!!!!" An angered voice booms throughout the realm. Morgen huddles into a ball, shaking even more now.

Nergal is also panicking, "Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it...I need to get you out of here...RIGHT NOW."

He then does his best to open a portal out of there. Meanwhile they both feel massive stomps upon the ground. Earthquakes practically occur with each step Aries takes on his way over. Nergal can only panic more and more as he tries to focus on opening a way out. This when Morgen sees Aries' horns are completely golden with red stripes now. They're almost on fire with how livid he truly is. Nergal just manages to open a way as a shining red light begins to grow nearer.

"We need to go we need to go we need to go WE NEED TO GO!" Nergal shouts to Morgen in panic before quickly grabbing her and hurrying through the portal into her mind. Luckily things have calmed down in there, that is save for a panicking Death trying to find her.

He sees them enter her mind and Nergal shifts back into his metallic body. His tattoos stop glowing as well as Morgen glances to Death. She trembles there for a moment before running at him full speed. He's nearly tackled to the ground as she hugs him tightly.

"Dah! Agh ugh...you're kinda choking me here." Death tells her before having to free himself ultimately. Once he does he notices she's hysterical and naturally is worried beyond belief. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Nergal is the one to explain between breaths, "Verdak told me...all he could before vanishing....that nightmare wasn't meant for her....he wanted me to get her to safety once she was in...the Dream Realm. We were only there...for a moment..."

"Nightmare? What nightmare, what are you talking about Nergal?"

"The black sheep.....it was about to collect nutrients from your current fear at the time by causing....a nightmare unlike any other....it would've been worse than anything from Verdak.....but Morgen stepped in the sheep's way....and ended up with a dream involving Uther...."

Death's eyes widen and he finally returns the hug to Morgen. He works to keep calm despite his growing anger and tries to soothe her, "Shhhhh shhhhh....I'm here. I'm here. I've got you now. You're safe Morgen. Why did he send that thing after me?"

"So that it could survive, and keep an eye out. In fact according to Verdak, the sheep seemed quite traumatized by the event." Nergal explains, having caught his breath.

"I did notice it cowering and looking distraught when I finally snapped out of it. The lamb had been bleating at me so much that Strife got woken up again. It took him having to basically talk me down. Remind me where I was, that I was in Titania's home. Not on the fields in...'someone else's' home. I would've hurried after her if I hadn't been stuck with the flashback. I'm so sorry."

Nergal simply raises his hand, "Don't feel bad. It wasn't your fault that things went as badly as they did. And it CERTAINLY isn't your fault for being traumatized. Even though the situation was technically weirder than normal."

Morgen finally asks Death quietly, "Are you...alright?"

"I'm fine. That's a currently a question I need to be asking you."

"Can I....show you what happened...from my side?" Morgen inquires a bit timidly.

"If you need to stop showing me at any time, just let me know. You don't have to show me the whole thing if it's too much, ok?"

Morgen nods before using her magic to show him her memories of the nightmare. Death is left about to go into another flashback as he views it but shakes his head to regain himself. Muttering under his breath that he's alright. Course Morgen isn't doing any better and finally ends it whilst telling him, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

"Morgen it's alright. I'm fine, you're fine, everything's going to be ok. Understand?"

Morgen doesn't respond, only huddling into him. So Death regains his soothing tone from a moment ago and continues to speak to her.

"Morgen, I need to look around right now. Tell me what you see."

She does so slowly but remains in his arms, "A field."

"Good. What's in the field?"

"Wildflowers, petals in the wind, hills..." Morgen says to him quietly.

"Yeah? What else is here?" Death asks her adding a hint of curiosity to his tone.

"Nergal...you...and me..."

"That's right. You're not in Uther's home. You're right here, safe and sound. Here with me and Nergal."

Morgen begins to calm down at last and Death loosens the hug to give her a little breathing room. Morgen keeps her hands attached to his arms, but he doesn't mind. Rather he's patient as Morgen looks around and begins gathering herself. Eventually she takes a deep breath and lets go of Death, "Thank you...I'm ok now."

"What are you?"

"I'm ok?" Morgen states confused.

"What are you?" Death repeats undeterred.

Morgen snickers and smiles a little, "I'm ok."

"Good. Now let's try and get some sleep again. Hopefully without the sheep causing an issue."

Morgen giggles as Death grumbles about that and Nergal speaks up, "I'll try my best to take care of them, at least for the time being. You and I possibly need to have a discussion Morgen. One I've been trying to have with you."

Morgen looks his way and sees he's shaken up himself. She then looks back at Death who nods, "Don't worry, I'll remain in your room for now. It's where I'm currently at. I'm in a chair though, not the bed."

"Right. Thank you Death. See you in a bit."

"See you soon." He tells her before leaving her head. Waking up in her room, on a chair by her bed. He remains there as promised, watching over her.

Meanwhile Morgen has come up to Nergal, "So, what do you want to talk about? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine for the most part. Just remembering why I am in my current predicament." Nergal responds a bit coldly.

Morgen sighed, "I know you're in a poor mood, but try not to be cold. Got enough of that from Aries."

"I guess it runs in the family so to speak. Then again when you're apparently the 'problem child', you find a great deal of it directed towards you."

"Problem child? Then that makes you my...brother?" Morgen queries.

"Well only partially. I don't even know if I'd count as a half brother like Arthur. Given the fact I only have one parent. That being our Father. I'm not Lunara's son by any means, despite knowing this she still treats me as if I were her child." Nergal states.

"I see. A bit confusing so I'll just refer to you as my brother."

"Just don't mention it in front of Aries. It won't end well. It didn't the last time he found out we knew each other. It's...one of the reasons why I was banished. Second one being Verdak wanted me out of his seat." Nergal explains.

"Ah. Of course. Shall I keep calling you Nergal then? Or the name that Aries used?"

"I have forsaken it, as the name no longer suits me. The name I chose for myself, it holds a meaning. An identity I've chosen, a life I lead. My only regret, is being unable to share any of this with Aspen." Nergal tells her.

"She doesn't know about you? What you are?"

"All she knows is what I chose to tell her. I looked like a Fomori to her, so I went with it. She knows I sleep for long periods of time, but I never gave an explaination as to why. I also wish I could tell her I love her, but emotions are...difficult for me at best. Nonexistent at worst. It's like this for most Nightmares. But for you, a being of Dream and Nightmare, it was always easy. Even before you were reborn, you always showed such wonder and empathy. A capacity for emotions that only the most aloof among us could dream of. When I realized this during our first meeting so long ago, I coveted that part of you. Because for once in my damn existence, someone cared, without any fear or disapproval. No disappointment or judgment. While Dreams have a hard time controlling their emotions. Zipping around giddy as always. Rarely do they keep themselves in check. They're like the Seelie while the Nightmares are the Unseelie. Huh, maybe that's why fate chose you to be a Fae instead."

"Is that all Aries has done? Shun you for doing what he doesn't understand? Disapprove of your every move? Being unable to keep himself civil around you for any reason?" Morgen inquires gently.

"Yes...AND SO. MUCH. MORE. Whilst Verdak, as monstrous as he is, at least has the capacity to care about me. Even if it's a pitiful display at best and extremely rare. And Lunara? Don't make me laugh. She just pities me, I'm sure that's her only reason for being so kind to me. HIM? He wishes that I was erased from existence. Because I represent, in his eyes, his greatest SIN. And that's all I am, that's all I'll ever be. No matter what I do, I am his SIN. Nothing more, nothing less." Nergal growls.

Morgen can't help but feel awful for him and places a hand on his shoulder. Or tries to anyway, his height doesn't make that easy. Course he denies her anyway.

"Don't comfort me, and do NOT pity me. I find it disrespectful."

Morgen backs off but tells him, "Well if it helps, whenever you have need to talk about anything, my ears are always open Nergal. I only wish I could remember the past version of me that you do. It sounds like a beautiful group of memories to have."

Nergal sighs, "And terrifying. Anyway, goodnight."

"Goodnight, brother." Morgen says.

With that she uses a spell to shock herself and wakes up with a yell.

"Ouch!"

Death instantly looks her way, "Are you alright?"

"Fine, just shocked myself a bit too hard I guess."

Death actually held back a snort and chuckled, "You literally shocked yourself to wake up? Wow."

"Shut up."

"So how'd the talk go, out of curiosity?"

"Well, for the most part." Morgen responds simply.

"What was it about?"

"Our familial ties and that I shouldn't bring it up around Aries because they are on extremely bad terms. How's that for a summary?" Morgen states.

"Oh. Ok. Well then.....I don't know where to go from there."

Morgen snickers, "Perhaps it'd be better saved for a morning discussion? That way we're both of sound mind?"

"Uh right, of course. I'll...get right on that. Will you be alright on your own?"

"Should be, but thank you for asking. Goodnight Death, sleep well."

"You as well Morgen, goodnight." Death tells her before leaving the room.

He then lays down in his own room, but is ultimately having trouble falling asleep. He envies Dust as he sleeps on his perch. Meanwhile Fuzzball hops up and gives him a snuggle. Death can't help but place a hand over him as he lays there. He looks around for more sheep, and decides to look up for once. In the bed canopy, he sees a strange fuzzy shape. He ultimately turns on a lamp and it immediately flies towards it. Death jumps out of his bed and stands up straight.

"What the hell are you?"

Fuzzball however shows no fear at all, in fact he looks mesmerized. He heads up closer and watches the flying creature as it hovers around the lamp. Course then it sees Fuzzball waving and trying to get its attention. It lands beside him finally and Death realizes it's a Limt. Only it's got an extra pair of legs, moth wings, and is about as fluffy as a poodle moth. And he has a feeling that it may be female, as Fuzzball is getting super giddy and flustered all at once.

"Fascinating. I've never seen a Limt like this before. What about you Fuzzball?"

Fuzzball only shakes his head as if to say he hasn't, he's then surprised by the female approaching and sniffing him. Fuzzball makes a squee sort of a sound and falls over backwards. Seemingly fainting. Death snickers a bit before calming down enough to get back into bed. Course he's still having trouble falling asleep, but ends up seeing a glittery dust briefly falling around him.

"Oooooooh shiiit..."

From there the little fuzzy Moth Limt snuggled Fuzzball a little before sleeping nearby. Death meanwhile simply slept, unbothered by anything in his mind. Sleeping soundly with no cares and remaining safe for the whole night. He woke up in his bed sometime later and realized it was daylight when getting sunlight reflected into his eye by a window.

"Gah....what the....I can actually respond properly. Huh.", Death then yawned before stretching out.

He then sees Fuzzball still sleeping and strokes him a little. Fuzzball of course wakes up too and stretches before yipping happily at him. Death then gets up before getting ready for the day with some exercise. Fuzzball cheers him on with barks whilst Dust watches with occasional caw or squawk.

Finally as he's finishing up, Strife comes into the room, "Ok sleepyhead how long are you gonna be...oh. You're already awake. That's a first."

"Got some good sleep for once. How's that for a first?"

"Fair enough bro. Also what's that moth looking thingy over there?" Strife inquires pointing at the Moth Limt.

"That I can only assume is a type of Limt, although I'm unsure. Breakfast ready yet?"

"Nah, was thinking of making something for Miriam. Don't know what to make though. You know anything she might like?" Strife questions.

"Hmm, I can take at the recipebook Ceise gifted to me some time back. I usually bring it with me." Death tells him.

"Great, thanks bro. Let's see what's in it."

"Hmmm, well how about some waffles with bananas and salted caramel sauce? She loves anything sweet, and enjoys bananas sometimes. Perfect mix maybe." Death says to him.

"Dude....that's a good idea! Let's do it. Can we put bacon on it?"

"NO! Trust me bacon will kill it."

"But bacon's a salty thing." Strife protests.

"No! Caramel is similar to chocolate. Last time I checked, bacon and chocolate do not mix." Death expresses.

"Wait....oh shit...now I remember...ok yeah no Let's not do that!"

With that the boys began making the food and even added a bit of ice cream, Strife's idea naturally. Strife finished a small plate for Miriam and went to deliver it to his lady. However he gave Death a final word,

"Hey bro, maybe Morgen might appreciate some breakfast in bed too?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Hahahahah...Right sure..." Strife replies before laughing and leaving the room.

Death rolls his eyes and looks through his recipebook for anything that might resemble something from Barrcus, "Come on there's gotta be something weird, gotta be something weird..."

He finds recipes for a full english, ful medames, and an acaí bowl. Death just decides to make them all and hope for the best. Once done he puts them on a tray and heads to Morgen's room. Morgen just happens to be waking up at this time and unlocks her door just in time for a knock.

"Come in, I just unlocked it."