#correction: OUR triplet sister

[aro-in-danyl]

DP x DC Prompt

Demon Triplets - Danny, Dani/Elle, and Damian

The triplets all go out as Robin/Phantom for a night at the same time and confuse the fuck out of everyone.

Rogue/Ghost: But who's the real Robin/Danny Phantom?!

Danny, a prankster: I'm obviously Phantom/Robyn with a y

Dani/Elle, a menace: Dani Phantom/Robin with an i

Damian, already throwing knives: Phantam/Roban with an A.

The Y.A.I. Trio if you will.

[welldonebeca]

Bonding (II)

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected. WC: 1.2k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, fluff, a little bit of angst, hurt/comfort.

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Masterlist

Dean opened his eyes with the sound of a whine against his skin, and blinked in confusion as he looked for the source of it, expecting it to be coming from the baby monitor, but was surprised to see the triplets sleeping sounding in their shared crib - something they had gotten after their toddling babies started simply climbing into one another's crib so they could sleep together.

When he heard a new whine, his ears perked up as Dittie clung to him, pussy still holding his cock after she proposed she warmed his cock as they slept.

Her whines weren't the happy ones he liked to listen to, no. She was crying, he could feel her wet tears on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she tried to get free from him. "I didn't want to wake you up."

Dean frowned, looking back behind himself and finding himself alone in the bed with her. Damn it... Sam and Thea would know what to do right now. They knew Dittie way better than him, knew how to be gentle and comforting.

"What's wrong?" he asked, caressing her hair and her ears. "What happened?"

He opened and closed his mouth, and, hesitant, but didn't let her go.

"You're sad," he insisted. "I want to help."

She watched him, big brown eyes watering, and he caressed her head.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," he added quickly, remembering what Thea had told him.

Sometimes people just wanted to be comforted, and not have their problems solved.

"I just want to help," he whispered.

"It's stupid," she sniffed.

"It's not," Dean corrected her.

Dittie swallowed down, and looked away, and he just continued petting her head.

"I had a talk with my sister yesterday, about our marriage and all," she told him, and Dean felt tense.

Did her sister oppose it? Did she say anything to hurt her?

"And she questioned me about my job," she mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows.

Job?

She didn't have a job, none of the girls did. They had their hobbies and all four had agreed they just wanted to be at home, raising their babies and being taken care of.

"Omega aren't supposed to work," he repeated what he always told her and Thea. "You are supposed to be taken care of, to be cherished and served."

Dittie smiled softly.

"I know!" she whined, sounding frustrated. "It's just... she just... I just."

She started panting, sniffing and sobbing, and Dean caressed her face.

"And she said that I should be smarter," she spoke through sobs. "That it isn't… it isn't the 50s any more, and I should be thinking of myself and my future."

Dean blinked, confused.

"What?" he exclaimed.

What the fuck was in her sister’s head?

"And that is it stupid that that I want to just be your wife and a mum! That even Thea has her painting and I don't have anything!" she continued, high-pitched and nearly squeaking.

"Baby," he exhaled, shocked.

Who the fuck did her sister think she was, speaking to her like this?!

"And I know the neighbours think I'm a fucking gold digger!" Dittie added, crying even more. "Because they look at us like that, like we are here to warm your cocks and spend your money, Dean, they do!"

He grabbed her, pulling her to his arms and squeezing hard and tightly.

"Fuck the neighbours," he hissed. "Fuck your sister, fuck what anyone thinks!"

She cried more, sniffing into his neck, and he just continued to kiss her cheek and temple.

"I just want to be soft and nice and submissive and a good Omega," Dittie cried. "And everyone just keeps judging me!"

He grabbed her, pulling her to his arms and squeezing hard and tightly.

"Fuck the neighbours," he hissed. "Fuck your sister, fuck what anyone thinks!"

She cried more, sniffing into his neck, and he just continued to kiss her cheek and temple.

Dean kissed her, gentle and careful, not knowing much what to say.

Dittie and Thea were perfect Omegas in their own way. Sure, they were twins, but they were wonderful in their differences.

So what if Dittie just wanted to be their Omegas and the mother to their babies? She was a good mother - a great mother!

All he wanted was for them to be happy! And being a mother and a traditional Omega mde her happy!

She cuddled closer to his chest, and Dean held her closer.

"You are perfect the way you are," he promised her. "I don't care what the neighbours think, I don't care what anyone thinks! All I care about is our family."

Dittie sighed, and he kissed her temple again, caressing her back.

"If I ever want to try something new, would you be okay with that?" she asked, hesitant.

"Of course, baby," he kissed her temple.

"I'm just... I'm always so afraid of disappointing you," she mumbled. "That I'm always fighting against outside judgement."

"Baby, as long as you're not bringing a fifth member to our group, you can do anything you want," he whispered, chuckling a bit.

She chuckled and moved away a bit, looking at her face.

"Sometimes I think I'm too dependent on you, not just you two, but... all three of you," she explained.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Well, I think that too," he confessed. "I'm very dependent on you and Thea and Sam... Sometimes I feel like a leech, like I'm always... just leeching on you three."

He felt his cheeks flushing. Dean couldn't be alone, he didn't feel like he would survive without them - all three of them, all six of them - and was too insecure about it sometimes. He was a very lonely kid, always so attached to Sam, always afraid he would lose his brother.

"Bobby rang in our heads when we told him about the two of you," he confessed. "He used to say my knot head attitude just showed how insecure I was with losing you two. I don't feel like I can live without you. Ever."

Dittie giggled a bit, and kissed his lips, smiling gently.

"We are both a little pathetic," she chuckled. "Silly Alpha and Omega heads."

Dean laughed along with her, kissing her again.

"I love you," he kissed her lips, over and over, loud and affectionate. "I love you, I love you."

She giggled more, and Dean held her waist tightly.

"My little Omega," he squeezed her. "My own Aphrodite."

She looked into his eyes, her own gaze gleaming in response to it.

"My own goddess of love," he caressed her jawline.

There was a lot of power in the girls' names, a lot of significance. They were their own goddesses.

Her cheeks flushed in deep red, and he laughed when she pulled her sheets over her face.

"Dean!" she whined.

He chuckled.

"What?" he tickled her side.  "You are! You are my goddess of love."

She peeked at him through the sheet, and Dean pulled her up, kissing her cheeks before doing the same to her lips.

“Come on, my little goddess,” he whispered, caressing her hips. “Let me show you how much love you deserve."

. . .

"Bonding" an interlud places between "The bunny way" and "the wolf way", and it was posted on my Patreon in February 2022. To read the birthday specials, subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month, I post 6x a week and I know you won't regret it.

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This Damn Season: @wintersoldierbaby

[sims-and-counting]

We got our maternity portraits back today! Sam thought portraits were an unnecessary extravagance when we had Stella Grace, but for something as special as triplets, he thankfully agreed. We took them in the same park we got engaged at, which makes it extra meaningful! I can’t wait to show these pictures to the children when they’re grown up.

I would be perfectly happy right now, but unfortunately Sadie continues to be a problem - her true nature really began to come out when she became a toddler! Now that we have our own children, I talked to Sam about giving her back to the church, but apparently that’s not permitted. I’ll just have to be firmer in correcting her, I suppose, but it takes so much extra energy with such a wilful child. She was bothering sweet Stella Grace while I was trying to feed her today, so I had to send her to her room.

Stella Grace is such a sweet little thing, and I’ve been trying to give her lots of special Mama-Daughter time before she officially becomes a big sister! Tonight we had bible time together. She coos and smiles while I read the bible - she truly has a heart for the Watcher already, even at such a young age!

[foreveranevilregal]

Can we have a triplet snippet please? Bruno and Pepa about to do something chaotic or stupid and Felix is of course a Ride or Die for Pepa. And Julieta is chasing them either trying to get them to stop or holding a camera and having healing food on standby?

Of course! Triplet chaos with a side of our two favorite couples. :D

“Remind me again why they’re doing this?”

“Because Bruno dared Pepa to do it.” Julieta adjusted the basket hanging off her arm, shielding her eyes from the sun as she watched her triplets approach the tree.

“What I said was that she couldn’t do it,” Bruno corrected her, sizing up the tree they’d chosen.

“Which is as good as daring me to do it.” Pepa scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Did you think I’d let you get away with that?”

“And Pepa can’t resist a dare.” Julieta completed the thought, turning to face Félix. “So here we are, waiting for my ever so mature siblings to climb a tree onto the church.”

“I see.” Félix gulped, but quickly put on a smile when Pepa and Bruno looked back towards him. “You can do it, Pepi!” He shot her a thumbs up.

Pepa giggled at the encouragement, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. “Gracias, Félix,” she sing-songed.

“Why are you only saying she can do it?” Bruno protested. “What about me?”

“No offense, Brunito, but I’ve seen you try to do anything athletic. It doesn’t end well.”

“Personally, I can’t see this ending well for either of them,” Julieta confided to Félix behind her hand. “But thankfully, I can heal whatever ridiculous and unnecessary injuries they sustain with a pandebono or two.” She patted the side of the basket, making something shift inside.

“Let me guess, that’s the only reason you’re letting them do this in the first place?”

“Oh, I absolutely would have put a stop to this nonsense otherwise,” Julieta agreed.

“Hey guys, what did I miss?” Agustín appeared next to them. He seemed to be missing his usual injuries for a change.

“Bruno dared Pepa to climb the church into the steeple and ring the bell,” Julieta explained. “You’re just in time for the show.” She gestured towards the two, grappling with the tree trunk.

“You’re awfully calm about this,” Agustín noted, rubbing his arm unconsciously.

“Only because I can heal them if they get hurt.”

Agustín nodded warily, taking a step back away from the church.

“They won’t make you do it,” Julieta reassured him. “You can stay right here on the ground where you’re safe.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I get hurt enough as it is without leaving the ground.”

“You just stay here with us, hombre.” Félix clapped a hand on his back, making him wince. “We’ll keep you safe.”

“Especially Julieta,” Bruno called out, grinning wolfishly. “She’ll keep you nice and safe. Take real good care of you.” He made kissy faces at his sister.

It was hard to say whether Julieta or Agustín turned a brighter shade of red.

“Are you guys going to do this or not?” Julieta cleared her throat, still flustered.

“Yeah yeah, don’t rush us.” Pepa waved off her question nonchalantly. “We’re just trying to figure out the best way to get onto the tree.”

“Of course you are,” Julieta replied. “Because you’re still going through with this idea you had on a complete whim ten minutes ago. Climbing twenty feet up into a tree and jumping onto the roof of the church.”

Pepa shot her a scathing look. “Your lack of faith in my climbing abilities hurts me.”

“I have complete faith in your climbing abilities,” Julieta responded. Lowering her voice, she added to Agustín and Félix. “It’s this whole insane idea I’m questioning.”

“I heard that,” Pepa yelled, jumping into the air and barely missing the lowest tree branch. “Bruno, give me a boost so I can reach.”

Bruno sighed but complied, kneeling and cupping his hands together for Pepa to step on. “Hurry up, Pepa,” he groaned, his hands wobbling under her foot. “You weigh a ton.”

“I’d hurry up if I could get my footing,” she retorted. “Your hands are so sweaty and gross it’s a wonder I haven’t slipped and broken my ankle.”

Agustín shuddered reflexively. “I get hurt just looking the wrong way at a beehive and here they are, tempting fate.”

“No te preocupes, they’ll be fine.” Julieta rested her hand on his shoulder absently, splaying out her fingers. She jerked it away as soon as she realized what she was doing and cleared her throat roughly.

He touched his shoulder, entranced, then smiled at Julieta shyly.

She returned the smile, creating a small bubble around them.

The silence that followed was finally dispelled by Agustín asking, “How did they even come up with it?”

“Well, Pepa was bragging about how there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do, so Bruno called her bluff and asked her to climb the tallest building in town.” Julieta rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “And of course, Pepa couldn’t turn down a dare.”

“Eh, I think Pepa can do it,” Félix disagreed. “She’s a good climber.”

“Is she that good though?” Julieta asked apprehensively, eyeing the side of the church.

“She is,” Félix insisted confidently. “You’ll see.”

“I hope you’re right,” Julieta said grimly, looking back over to where Pepa had finally swung her leg over the branch, struggling to clamber on. “Do you guys need help?”

“I’m fine.” Pepa was hugging the branch with her arms and legs, righting herself and moving towards the trunk in pursuit of the next branch.

“I’m not.” It seemed to suddenly strike Bruno that he was left alone at the bottom of the tree. “How am I supposed to get up there?” He frowned up at the tree. “Can someone give me a boost?”

“Sure thing.” Félix walked over, lifting Bruno easily into the branch then rejoining his friends.

“What I don’t get is why Bruno is doing this too.” Agustín scratched his head, confused. “I thought he only dared Pepa to do it.”

“He did, but then Pepa said that after she did it, she would rub it in his face forever that she climbed the church and he didn’t, so obviously that meant Bruno would have to do it too.” Julieta snorted.

“So, he’s risking his life just so Pepa doesn’t tease him?”

“He’s not risking his life; Julieta is right here.” Félix gave both of them an encouraging smile.

“But still…isn’t this a bit extreme?”

Julieta smiled at him indulgently. “You don’t understand, Agustín; you’re an only child.”

“Yeah, it makes sense if you have siblings. Can’t let them have anything over you.” Félix chuckled.

“Especially not someone as petty as Pepa,” Julieta pointed out. “Bruno ruined her favorite dress once, and she made it rain on him for a week.”

Agustín didn’t appear convinced, but he accepted the explanation. “If you say so.”

They turned their attention back towards the tree. Pepa was already halfway up, her gangly limbs flopping around awkwardly as she reached from one branch to the next.

(When confronted about this, she’d say that she was a good climber, not a graceful one.)

Bruno, on the other hand, was having some trouble getting past the first couple branches. He missed grabbing onto the next branch up, throwing him off balance and making him flail about.

“It’s okay to admit defeat.” Pepa snickered, glancing down at her brother.

Bruno gritted his teeth at the remark. “In your dreams.” Peeling himself off the trunk he was hugging for support, he pushed up using a small knot in the tree to reach the next branch.

Pepa’s eyes widened, seeing her brother begin to close the distance between them. Quickly, she scrambled from branch to branch, almost losing her footing on more than one occasion.

Their audience on the ground watched with a mixture of horror and amusement as the two ascended higher and higher. Agustín peered through his fingers, clearly unable to stomach witnessing the daredevilry directly. Julieta seemed calmer, but had begun fingering the edges of her basket, lifting the lid and letting it fall over and over. Even Félix appeared a bit worried, his brow furrowing as Pepa and Bruno climbed.

“Maybe you guys should come down,” Julieta suggested, toying with the sleeve of her dress.

“Are you kidding? I’m almost there.” Pepa was almost at eye level with the roof of the church. “Might be a good idea for Bruno to give up though.”

“I’m not quitting, Pepa.” Bruno’s face strained from the exertion, but he forced himself to continue climbing.

After an excruciatingly long wait for those below, Pepa perched on a branch that was level with the church roof. She inched her way forward, keeping her arms out for balance. As she neared the edge of the roof, the branch started dipping under her weight. Gauging the distance, she realized she only had one option.

“I’m gonna jump,” she informed everyone before taking a few steps back.

It took everyone a second to process what she meant, and by that point, she had already taken a running leap.

“Pepa, no!” Julieta cried out.

“You’re gonna fall,” Agustín groaned, burying his face in his hands.

Only Félix was left watching as she flew through the air, landing on the roof on her hands and feet. “It’s okay, guys, she made it!”

Julieta and Agustín let out twin sighs of relief.

“Check my head, Agustín; I think she just gave me my first grey hair,” Julieta muttered darkly.

His fingers gently ran over her plait, making her breath hitch. “No, you’re good.”

“I didn’t mean that literally, Agustín,” she complained, but the satisfied smile on her face gave her away.

“You two are so cute,” Pepa trilled from the rooftop. Climbing into the steeple was far more straightforward now that she’d made it onto the roof, and she did so without any trouble. “Tada!” She proclaimed, holding up her arms victoriously.

“I knew you could do it, Pepi!” Félix smiled at her warmly.

The semidarkness of the belltower made the faint rainbow haloing Pepa stand out.

Julieta turned to Agustín with a knowing smile. “Look who’s talking about cute.”

Bruno cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, all you lovebirds are adorable,” he griped. “Meanwhile I’m fighting for my life here.”

“You can always climb down, Bruno,” Julieta reminded him. “You don’t have to do this.”

“And give Pepa the satisfaction?” He blew air through his nose disbelievingly. “No way.”

“You’re taking forever, Bruno,” Pepa observed, examining her nails as she waited. “I should have brought a book.”

“Hilarious, Pepa,” Bruno huffed, focusing on making his way upward. “You’re a real comedian.”

The other four watched him with bated breath as he finally made it to the branch where Pepa had jumped. He shuffled forward, reaching the point where Pepa took the leap, but froze in fear. “I,” he stammered, “I can’t do it, guys.”

“Sure you can, just take a running start and don’t think about it,” Félix encouraged.

“Not helping, Félix,” Julieta gritted out. Her eyes were wide in fear and her hand gripped the basket so tightly her knuckles grew white.

“No, I, I really can’t do it, guys.” Bruno gulped, trying not to look down.

“You’re so ridiculous,” Pepa declared, climbing out of the window again. “Here,” she reached out her arm towards Bruno. “Take it.”

Bruno looked at the proffered hand suspiciously.

“Take it before I change my mind.”

That was all the motivation he needed to grab on. He yelped as Pepa yanked him onto the rooftop, sending them both toppling forward. It took him a couple minutes to catch his breath. “Thanks, Pepa.”

“I wasn't gonna let you die,” she dismissed his gratitude, dusting herself off and getting back up. "You're annoying, but not that annoying."

He gave her a dirty look then her words struck him. “Wha-I wouldn’t have died!”

“Yeah you would have. Either you would’ve fallen off the tree or you would’ve stayed up there so long you would die of hunger.”

“So supportive,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I helped you on, didn’t I?” Pepa questioned impatiently. "Besides, it just proves my point that you couldn't do it and I could." Before he could reply, she continued. “Now come on.” She climbed back into the belltower, waiting for Bruno. “Let’s ring it together.”

Soon, Bruno joined her, grabbing onto the rope she held out. “Count of three?”

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!” They yelled in unison, pulling the rope as hard as they could.

The bell rang loudly, and the two whooped excitedly.

“Man, the whole town can hear that,” Bruno whistled lowly. “Wait…” A frightened expression flitted across his face. “The whole town can hear that! Let’s get out of here before we get in trouble!”

Pepa quickly climbed out the window, descending the tree far more nimbly than she’d ascended. She made it all the way to the bottom branch before realizing she was still too far up to just let herself down. “I’m gonna jump again.”

“Oh no you’re not,” Julieta hmphed.

But it was too late. Pepa had already sat down on the branch and pushed herself down…

…right into Félix’s waiting arms. He cradled her, adjusting his hold. “I got you.”

“My hero.” Pepa smiled demurely, gazing up into his eyes.

Everyone was so focused on what was happening under the tree that at first, they didn’t even notice Bruno had disappeared.

“Wait, where’s Bruno?” Agustín asked.

Right at that moment, the church doors flew open and out strolled Bruno. “Hey, guys,” he greeted them casually.

“How did you get down?” Julieta finally set down her basket of food.

“I went down the stairs.” Bruno shrugged. At everyone’s confusion, he elaborated. “The dare was to climb up. Didn’t say anything about climbing back down.”

Julieta closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. “That’s the most reasonable thing I’ve heard you say all day.”

Seeming to realize they were surrounded by people, Félix finally set Pepa down on her feet. “We should probably head back.” He pointed at the clock on the church. “It’s getting late.”

“You’re right.” Julieta picked up her basket again.

The group started walking back to their houses. Julieta leaned her head on Agustín’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. Félix and Pepa held hands.

“You guys are all nauseating,” Bruno let them know cheerfully. He sounded much better with both feet firmly planted on the ground.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you just let us find you a girl,” Pepa threw out, fingers intertwined with Félix’s.

“What, so I can be disgusting too?”

“You wouldn’t think it’s disgusting once you find someone.”

Bruno opened his mouth to counter her remark.

“Guys.” Julieta interrupted their bickering.

“What?” Her triplets whirled around to face her.

“Promise me you’ll never do that again.” She took a deep breath. “It was too dangerous.”

Bruno’s eyes met Pepa’s. “We promise,” he said, stifling a smirk.

“Yeah.” Pepa’s eyes gleamed wickedly.

“Why do I get the feeling that they don’t mean it?” Julieta asked Agustín, dread creeping into her words.

“Probably because they don’t.”

“Oh, we won’t do that again,” Pepa said matter-of-factly. “But there are plenty of other things we could do.”

Julieta ground her teeth in frustration. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 578, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1329

I was unable to speak to people as Sammi was pronounced dead and then taken out of the house to be taken to the morgue for an autopsy. The kids all seemed to know what happened as a police officer scoured the bedroom in search of foul play.

“Mommy, Auntie Sammi in heaven?” Babby Tommy meeped from his place on my lap.

I couldn’t help the manic sob that slipped past my lips as I crushed my son, little daughter and nephew into my chest.

The police officer who had been dispatched to the scene came out from the bedroom and down the stairs to speak to Peter in the kitchen, my husband cradling the three tiny napping babies to his burly chest.

Peter led the man into the sunroom where the rest of the family was packed in around me, inviting him to take a seat as he sat next to me, welcoming in Katie as she nestled herself in between his legs.

“Hello, first off I express my most sincere condolences towards your loss.”

I could only let out a weak smile as Baby Tommy toddled off to the table that was on the other side of the couch. He came back clutching at a box of tissue, which he offered to me with a quiet babble.

“I need to get a feel for what Samantha was like to the family. So she was your younger sister?”

“My baby sister,” I corrected him in a whisper, snatching a tissue from the offered box and blowing my rapidly running nose. “I’m the oldest, followed by Jackie nineteen minutes later, and then finally Sammi forty three minutes later.”

“Triplets?” the officer looked understanding as Baby Mattie began to fuss.

“We’ll get bottles started up for the triplets,” Katie offered, going off into the kitchen to go get three bottles filled and heated up.

“Did Samantha ever have a boyfriend leading up to her passing?”

“Not seriously so since the birth of Baby Noah,” Peter answered before asking Isabelle to take the kids into the other room.

“Sammi has- had- a successful OnlyFans,” I said in a quiet voice. “When my husband and I opened our house to her and her son, we set down a few boundaries and rules to follow.”

“Such as?”

“She wasn’t allowed to bring strange men onto the property for one night stands and she was also prohibited from doing only social media for her career in the house,” I answered diplomatically, knowing that the kids could pick up anything that was being said between Peter, myself and the police officer.

“Ah, those rules sound reasonable. Now, may I ask why Sammi and her son were staying with you?”

“A mass who found in Sammi’s head when she had some labs done,” I explained. “And I also insisted on it- our kids get along great, as I’m sure you can tell.”

“Who all lives with you both?”

“At the moment, it’s just Elizabeth- Peter’s daughter from a past relationship, Katie- our adopted daughter, Elle and Jing- the girls’ American Girl look alike dollies, Baby Tommy- our son together, the Ratajczyk triplets- the latest newcomers to the family, and from time to time, we open our house for little girl- my daughter who I carried as surrogate for some good friends of mine.” I paused to take in a heavy inhale of air.

“Ah, so a full house! The kids all get along?”

Baby Noah let out a terrified scream just then, leading the charge up to Peter.

“Peter? There’s a spider over by the toaster,” Isabelle told him, summoning the great spider killer.

“Never fear, Super Peter to the rescue!” he chuckled before excusing himself to go kill the spider relocate the spider out into the backyard.

“My husband is the official spider killer in the family in the family,” I informed the clearly amused police officer. “He takes them outside where the spider guts won’t get everywhere and then he steps on it.”

“Seppies! Seppies! Seppies! Seppies!” chanted Baby Noah, bobbing up and down on his knees as he clapped his little baby hands.

“Sompies!” chimed in Baby Tommy, hopping excitedly.

“#babiesbeingbabies,” Elizabeth said. “Let’s make that a trending hashtag!”

“You go ahead now, Bitty!” Peter called out as he came back in from freeing the monstrous spider killing the monstrous spider. “You know how to work social media better than me.”

“Because you’re an antique, my love!” I teased him, barking out a laugh at the ugly snarl on his face.

“How much older from you is daddy?” Elizabeth asked as she sat on the floor with Elle in her arms.

“I was born in 1992 and your father was born in 1962,” I spelled out, chuckling at the wide eyed look that Elizabeth and Katie gave the both of us.

But before anything else could be said, Baby Tommy’s face grew a guilty expression.

“Uh oh,” he meeped before-

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

The room erupted into an explosion of activity- Elizabeth jumped up to open the window, Katie grabbed a folded blankie and began to fan the room, the triplets began to scream from their place in the three filled laundry baskets, Baby Noah fell backwards onto his baby behind with a disgusted look on his face as Peter whisked Lord Stinky Butt off to the downstairs half bathroom.

“Oh-kay then.”

“So sorry about that,” I apologized as I turned on the overhead fan to help air out the house some.

“If it’s alright with you, I would like to talk to the kids and get a better understanding of their relationship with their aunt.”

~xoXox~

“Auntie Sammi can’t cook from scratch really well, she mainly uses those meal services where everything is measured out and had detailed instructions,” Elizabeth explained. “But she was always happy to supervise whenever I’m in the kitchen cooking.”

“And how often do you cook?”

“Well, Katie and I oftentimes make breakfast for the family, and sometimes dinner, three or four times a week,” she explained.

“My husband and I both believe in letting our kids experiment and try new things, whether that be a new recipe or whatever,” I explained. “And we also encourage the kids in what they enjoy doing, as long as they finish their homework and bring home good grades.”

“Ah okay.”

~xoXox~

“Auntie Sammi once told me that when I turn twenty one, she’d take me to Vegas and show me how to have the time of my life!” Katie said, kicking her feet together.

“NO.”

~xoXox~

“Auntie Sammi in heaven now. She have wingie wings too!”

~xoXox~

“Fuk.”

“BABY NOAH!”

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Miscommunication (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 6

Take note that I do not speak fluent Spanish so if I’ve butchered a word or phrase (Google Translate) I apologize. Please let me know so I can correct it. I also did not make the gif.

Part 6 of 9

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Take note: Y/N is eighteen and the triplets are twenty.

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At some point during the night Julieta had turned so when your eyes fluttered open your nose was barely grazing hers. You didn’t expect her to be so close, sleeping peacefully, her hair cascading around her.  

So like any rational person you flailed in embarrassment and tumbled from the bed hitting the hard floor and instantly waking the brunette up. 

“Y/N! Are you alright?!” Julieta said looking over the edge of the bed at you on the floor looking frazzled. 

“Sí, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied, your cheeks red from embarrassment. Julieta giggled and got out of bed and helped you to your feet.

“Sorry for waking you.” You said awkwardly.

“Don’t apologize, I have to get breakfast ready anyways.” She said and began collecting her things from her closet. 

Your bag was still in the bathroom so you excused yourself and changed into one of your dresses. When you finished brushing your hair and returned Julieta had her hair back up in its bun. 

—-

“How are you feeling Pepa?” You asked loudly and the redhead groaned at the kitchen table after stumbling in. 

“You had to have drank as much as me. How are you okay?” Pepa whined holding her head. You thought back to your hand. 

“I guess you’re just a lightweight.” You teased, earning a glare from the girl. Julieta laughed and placed a plate in front of her. 

“Here eat.” She urged her sister. 

“Gracias!” Pepa moaned and dug in. She sighed as the hangover began to vanish. 

“Julieta you are a lifesaver.” Pepa announced and got up to prepare her coffee. 

Shortly after Bruno and Alma entered the kitchen and the group had breakfast. The group chatted briefly before Alma rose to get started with her day. 

“I should be going as well. I have to help mamá at the stall today.” You said as casita already began moving your plate and coffee cup to the sink. 

“Aww. Well I suppose we all have our chores as well.” Pepa said with a pout. 

“Again thank you for letting me spend the night. I had a lot of fun.” You said. 

“I’m sure you did.” Pepa muttered under her breath, smiling into her coffee cup. 

“What was that Pepi?” Bruno asked loudly. Your eyes were already narrowed in on the redhead. You needed to get some dirt on her before you lost your mind. 

“Oh nothing. We will see you later Y/N.” She sang and you rolled your eyes.

“Juli will casita let me into your room to get my bag?” You asked. 

“Oh yes, let me finish clearing the table and I’ll be right up to help.” She said as she began picking up plates. You nodded and went off to her room.

It was a stunning room and it really did reflect Julieta’s warm personality. You picked up your bag that had been abandoned beside the bed and paused. You gently caressed the pillow Julieta had slept on last night, a smile gracing your lips. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get an opportunity like last night again, but you’d treasure the closeness you and Julieta shared for the rest of your life.

As you opened the door Julieta stumbled in, seemingly grabbing the knob right as you opened the door causing the two of you to fall to the ground with yourself hovering above her. Your dark hair cascaded down making a curtain on either side of Julieta’s face. 

The two of you stared at each other for a minute, your heart racing a million miles a minute, before you cleared your throat and stood up. The position was too intimate and you had half a mind to lean down and meet her lips but that fear that always kept you at bay reared its ugly head and you snapped to your senes, unaware of Julieta’s hands that had raised and were so close to landing on your hips. You offered her a hand, the bracelet dangling down at the healer.

“Lo siento I didn’t mean to knock you over.” You said sheepishly. You were not a clumsy person. Drunk you dropped a glass and injured yourself. Scared you fell from her bed to the floor. Sober you knocked her to the floor. It was like casita wanted you in these situations. Julieta took your hand and smiled.

“Don’t worry, I know.” She said and stood up. Her heart was racing. She had thought for a moment you were going to kiss her. It was a foolish schoolgirl thought and she scolded herself for it when you stood and helped her up. 

‘She’s just your friend and nothing more.’ she thought somewhat bitterly as she escorted you to the door, Pepa and Bruno peaking around the corner. 

“We will have to do this again sometime.” She said a bit sheepishly. 

“Definitely.” You agreed with a smile, causing the brunette to light up. Whether your heart could take another night like that you were unsure, but if Julieta asked she’d receive. 

“Have a good day and don’t work too hard.” You added and gave her a hug goodbye before leaving. Julieta stayed in the doorway and watched until you vanished. 

“Can you be any more obvious?” Pepa sang out.

“Oh shut up.”

—-

The next few weeks were just as they should be. Everyone fell back into an easy routine, the only addition being Julieta had begun inviting Agustín to join them more often. You weren’t thrilled that her time was being divided between the two of you but you always forced a smile and were always polite. He was a sweet man and he didn’t deserve an attitude from you.

Agustín was thrilled to spend time with Julieta and her family and friend. He liked them all immensely even if he did pick up a little coldness from you. It didn’t take long for him to put the puzzle pieces together and his suspicions were confirmed one afternoon as he sat with Pepa and Bruno while you and Julieta went to get the group drinks.

“Julieta said she almost felt bad rejecting me. Now it’s painfully obvious why or should I say who I was rejected for.” He chuckled as he watched the two of you through the large window into the kitchen. 

“Yeah and neither will do anything about it.” Pepa said with a sigh. 

“I’ve been begging Y/N for years to confess but she’s too afraid of losing her friendship.” Agustín couldn’t believe the two have been doing this dance for weeks let alone years. 

“And Julieta is the exact same way! It’s like two sides of the same coin.” She added a moment later. 

“I even tried to drop hints to Y/N about a vision but SOMEONE couldn’t handle arguing with her sister for two minutes longer.” Bruno said and looked at his sister.

“Hey, you argue with her and see how long you last!” 

Agustín chuckled as the two began to bicker back and forth.

“Why are you two arguing now?” Julieta asked. She and Y/N had returned from the kitchen with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses. 

“Just over who loves you more. Bruno thinks it’s him but I think it’s Y/N.” She said, causing you and Julieta to go bright red. Pepa began laughing but Bruno at least had the decency to look mortified. 

“As if I could compare myself to Bruno.” You said gathering yourself quickly and placing the glasses on the little side table. 

“No one can compete with the bond you three have.” 

Julieta smiled and Pepa nodded.

“I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Julieta said, placing the pitcher down and wrapping the two of them in a hug. “Even if they do drive me crazy!” 

As Julieta placed kisses all over her sister and brothers faces and they squirmed to get away you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the two. The look of longing on your face was almost too much for Agustín to bear and he was now determined to get the two of you together if it was the last thing he did.

[ms-rampage]

New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 15 - Our Home

Warnings: Language, Angst, Violence, Blood and Death

Word Count: 2.0k

Summary: Joseph returns to New Eden. A longtime family friend is attacked by the twins. 

Guest OCs: The usuals. Barbara Teller (FC: Katey Segal)

Guest Characters: The usuals. Mickey and Lou. Thomas Rush

Note: Security Captain is gender neutral. They/Their/Them pronouns. Yet another huge thank you to @athenalillystar for helping out for writing this chapter!! 💕💕😭. This is a Supernatural and Far Cry: New Dawn crossover

A/N: Remember when I said in the last chapter that the next one will be "up soon"? Yeah that was a fucking lie 🤣😅

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Yet another long journey from Joseph’s sanctuary to the New Eden compound. Not wanting to sit in silence this whole journey. The Father sat across from the two girls on the boat. 

“I’ve seen you before” Daenerys says to Joseph, “When I was 6”.

“I know my child” he responds almost immediately. Surprising both of them. 

“So you remember me?” she asks. 

“Yes. You are from the Winchester family. Both of you” he says, “I remember both of you”. 

“So you know our family?!” Cristina asks him. Slightly nodding his head, “Yes. I know your family. We were enemies at one point in time”. 

Both of them don’t say anything else until they get to the compound even up until then, neither of them say any other words to Joseph. They follow behind as Ethan gives a speech about him and how they should move on, forgetting about Joseph. 

They stay back while Captain goes with him. 

“Our future depends on adherence to my strictures. We can no longer hope for Joseph to save us. He is not coming back. We must put him out of our minds and…” Ethan trails off as he sees Joseph. Walking through the small crowd of followers. 

You can see alarms going off in his head, everyone turns and sees The Father. Hope and joy in the eyes of all of them. 

“Where have you been?” Ethan asks Joseph, “Our land is under siege. Our land is threatened. You disappeared. You left us when we needed you. Why?!”. 

As they talk, go back and forth with each other, Cristina and Daenerys step away from the compound. 

“Well now that we have New Eden on our side, we should get going” Cristina tells her. 

Nodding, “Yeah I think we should”. They tell Captain that they’re leaving, and they take a boat back to the mainland and return home to the compound.  

Upon returning home, they are greeted by their parents. 

“Oh finally!” Kate sighs, relieved that her only daughter is home from her dangerous journey. Gabriel follows not far behind her. Paige and Kenneth along with the Triplets go to Cristina, and everyone else. 

“Are you okay??” Paige asks her eldest daughter. 

Nodding, “I’m fine. We had no trouble” she responds. 

A few hours later, the kids are sitting outside on the 2nd floor front balcony. 

“What happened on your trip??” Jeffrey asks his elder sister and cousin. 

“We found Joseph” Cristina answers, “He was out in the mountains. Hiding out”. 

“That wasn’t the weird part, but how we found his word. Well it was actually Captain that found it, it’s a book, a bible like book. I didn’t get to read it but that's what it looked like to me” Daenerys tells them. 

“What’s he like?” Bianca asks them, “Joseph Seed. What’s he like??”. 

They pause for a moment, trying to find the correct words. Cristina then says, “He’s difficult to describe. From what our parents have told us, he seems a lot different from what they’ve told us about him”. 

“But from what they said about him to us. That was almost 20 years ago. People tend to change over the years” Thomas tells them. 

“Apparently he has a son” Daenerys tells them, “His name is Ethan, but I don’t think he’s a blood relative to Joseph”.

“What makes you say that??” Bianca asks, curious. 

“I don’t know. He doesn’t look like Joseph, he doesn’t have any resemblance to him. Yeah I know, he has a mom and he probably looks like her, but I just have this feeling that Ethan isn’t really Joseph’s”. 

A few moments of silence have passed, they sit in silence and watch the sun slowly set behind the mountains. From outside, down on the ground level from the 2nd house. 

The Angels, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Castiel, Gadreel, Uriel and as well as Lucifer watch the 5 teenagers, the 2nd Archangel not really paying any attention to the 5 teenage humans, or to anything at all for that matter.  

“Are you sure she has powers??” Gabriel asks Michael. 

“I’m sure” he responds, “I know she does. I can feel some angelic grace radiating off of her”. 

“Are you sure Michael?” Castiel immediately asks his older brother, “I don’t sense anything from her. Even from where I’m standing”.  

“I’m sure Castiel. I know for a fact. She is dangerous, she may have very little control and knowledge about the powers she possesses”.

“But will she be able to use them??” Gabriel inquires, “What if she discovers them accidentally?!?. She’ll freak out, panic. I know she will”. 

“Only time will tell” the eldest Archangel responds, but the response isn’t good enough to Gabe.

Daenerys is a 16 year old human, her having the powers, and the strength of an Archangel would be incredible, but is also very dangerous. Her being the first human in the history of humanity to inherit the powers of an celestial being. 

Coming from two full humans, her mother Kate Winchester, and her deceased father John Seed. Being born after her birth father’s death, and not knowing of his existence. Not knowing that Joseph Seed is her uncle by birth, and by blood. That being the reason why she doubts Ethan is actually Joseph’s son. 

Not long after, Paige gets a radio call from Captain telling her that Thomas Rush was taken by the Highwaymen, and was being kept hostage by the twins. Shortly after they get that information, their godmother, Barbara was taken by them as well being held hostage. 

“They took him. They took Rush” Paige mutters, fear and panic in her voice. 

“What?! Where is he??” Kate asks.

“I don’t-” she gets cut off when she gets a radio call from a familiar voice. A familiar, annoying and bitchy voice. The voice of Mickey.

“Listen up Losechesters. We have yo’ granny, and Rush. We fuckin’ warned you. We warned you, Rush and your Captain not to fuck with us, and ya’ll will now pay the fuckin’ price”. 

Just hearing her voice makes Paige’s blood boil, and skin crawl, “When we get there. You and your wonder twin sister are fucking dead” she growls into the radio. 

Both twins laugh at her response, “We’ll see about that!”. Dead silence, static on the other end. 

“Kenneth you and everyone else stay here!” Paige tells her husband. 

“Where are you going?! What happened?!” he asks, oblivious to what’s going on.

“Those fuckin’ twins took Rush and Barbara” Kate mubles angrily while getting into their now beaten up, and old Monte Carlo that somehow survived the impact of the collapse. 

“C’mon we need to get them back” the elder Winchester sister says, while starting up the car, and speeding down the dirt road towards the Green-Busch fertilizer plant. 

Captain follows closely behind them in hopes to bring Thomas back alive, while Paige and Kate have the same priority they also need to get Barbara back with their family. 

She was the one that raised them when they were taken away from their mother all those years ago. She took care of them, checked up on them, she’s pretty a 2nd mother to them. A close, long time family friend, their adopted mother, aunt. Whichever she’s family to them, and that's all that matters to them. Family doesn't end in blood. 

“What happened? What’s going on?” Daenerys asks the other 4. 

“The twins got Rush and aunt Barbara” Thomas tells her. 

“Oh no” she mutters. 

They arrive at the plant, speeding, and making sharp turns the whole way. Once arriving, Lou’s voice plays over the intercom. “If you want Rush back, you have exactly 3 minutes, but also we have some of your people locked inside the silos with explosives, and once the timer is out, they’re as good as dead. Tick fuckin’ tock!”.

“Shit, Kate, Paige you guys save the people in the silos and I’ll look for Thomas” Captain tells them. 

They all move quickly to save the people, all while getting shot at by Highwaymen. 5 people in different locations, Kate is able to disarm a few of them, and free them before they were killed.

Paige fends off the advancing Highwaymen so that Captain could get to Rush, all while keeping their cover from their bullets. 

Captain bursts through the door, and sees Thomas with his arms tied behind his back. Mickey standing by a window. 

“Captain? What’re you doing here?!? Get outta here, now!” he tells them. 

  “This feels really familiar” Mickey says, “Like we’ve been here before”. 

Lou steps to the room, staring at them and Cap becomes very defensive, one move and this could all go bad real quick. 

“Relax” Mickey continues, “Stay awhile” while motioning to some chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. 

Telling Cap to hang themselves by the wrists, while they tortured Thomas in front of them?. Probably, Captain resisted, but with a possible chance of death they cuffed themselves. 

“Look at that?! See how easy you can be to get along with if you just listened!. I wanted you to understand that, I wanted to get that everything could have ended differently if you left, went away. But instead you chose to be a huge fuckin problem!”. 

Mickey steps outta the way, while Lou takes a double barrel shotgun and blows Thomas Rush’s head off his shoulders. Blood pouring out where his head once was, gushing all over the dirty, graffitied concrete floor. 

“Thomas!” they exclaim, regretting putting the cuffs on in the first place. 

Lou comes at them with her pink helmet in hand, “And when we tried to reason with you over, and over!. You wanted to make something that it's never gonna be!”. Striking them with her helmet several times. 

Paige and Kate head upstairs to the gun sound and loud banging. 

“Captain?!” Paige calls out. The twins hear this, “Oh? You brought friends! How nice” Lou tells them. 

Both sisters kicked down the door, and immediately get blindsided by the twins. Lou hitting Kate with her helmet and Mickey striking Paige on the head with the shotgun butt. Cuffing their hands behind their backs, leaving both Winchester sisters blooded, and bruised. 

“Well since you two decided to show up!” Mickey tells them, “Another pain in our asses. We got someone who belongs to you”.

Lou comes back into the room with Barbara, her face all beaten and bloody. The weak, and barely alive but holding on to dear life, 70 year old woman. Pressing her foot on her back.

“Barbara!” Kate whinces out, blood dripping from her mouth.  

“So sweet of you to come all this way for your granny” Mickey tells them, “Other than your fancy friend here with their fancy train and fancy people. Your family has been another problem to us. You hit us, we hit you back… harder”. 

Without hesitation or even a few second pause. Lou hammers down on Barbara’s head with the same helmet she used on Captain.

“No!” Paige screams. “Stop! Please!” Kate screams out as well. 

Lou stops beating her for a brief moment that doesn’t last even a second before striking her once more that kills her, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” Paige mutters angrily, trying to get out of her restraints. 

“Barbara!” they both cry out. 

“Shut them up!” one of the twins shouts before knocking out both Winchester sisters. Captain breaks out of their cuffs, breaking the metal chain like its made out of a rubberband, and going fucking insane. Throwing both twins across the room. Punching Lou a few times before getting blasted by the same shotgun that killed Thomas Rush and through a window that is on the 2nd floor of the fertilizer plant. Leaving them on the ground below with blood and broken glass on them. 

[asvterias]

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖱𝗈𝖻𝗒𝗇 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗄

robyn masterlist || clarisse’s version || summer’s version

warnings: just minor cursing!!

pairings: robyn rook ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: very clingy!robyn x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!robyn, wholesome fluff between robyn’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by robyn’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, robyn is VERY DOWN for reader, overall sweet aching fluff

summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.

word count: 2.8k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros @oceaies @oceean @onxlyficcharacter @glwmcres @lila-went-missing @saralov3ssn0w @transmanyay

author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.

Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)

‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of school.

Robyn’s parents were Imani and Leroy Rook, who were married for 30 years and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family. Her parents had three younger daughters, assuming they were triplets, named Amelia, Cecilia, and Sheila, now 13 years old.

Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Robyn alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.

When you know, you know

When you know, you know

Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.

By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Robyn’s parents never singled you out, you were their eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Robyn’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years.

Besides being so invested in her academics, Robyn preferred spending quality time with you, mostly when you two have study dates which always ends up in making out sessions. Every time you get an answer correct, your girlfriend rewards you with a loving kiss on the lips, seemingly innocent at first but it transpires into something more passionate. Therefore your study session ends with stupid ways of hiding the noticeable hickeys and soothing your swollen lips. It is definitely Robyn’s favorite moment shared with you, nothing else tops as she constantly prioritizes you.

You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially Sheila, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. Sheila loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite sister.

Later that same day, the Rook family were arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.

“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Leroy bargained with his daughters.

“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Robyn.” Amelia sarcastically replies.

“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Leroy warns.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” Sheila shouts at Amelia.

“Language, Sheila!” Imani chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.

“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” Amelia taunts.

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path

When you’re good as gold

“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” Cecilia points out. “Or did I only see Robyn’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”

“Shut up, you little snitch,” Robyn flings the mixing spoon in Cecilia’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”

“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”

“Yeah, it is a crime,” Amelia chimes in, “It’s called stealing,”

“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”

“Ehh not really,” Cecilia shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”

“But I locked the door!”

“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!” Cecilia explained, “You’re supposed to be the smart sister, not me!”

“Mom!” Robyn yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”

Imani looks at the triplets, “Girls it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”

“Me! I never participated in such activities,” Amelia defends herself, “That was all Cecilia and Sheila.”

“Sheila, you were in on too?”

“Like I said I got bored and called Sheila,” Cecilia grinned.

“Sheila!” Robyn shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.

“Sorry, Cecilia was very convincing.” Sheila murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Robyn just manifesting?”

“The truth comes out once and for all,” Amelia laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you’re old, you’re old

“Shut up Amelia!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.

“There needs to be a mute button for you,” Sheila shakes her head.

“Don’t tell Amelia to shut up!” Cecilia exclaims.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“But Y/N can!” Cecilia concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Robyn up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”

“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” Amelia teases you, nudging your side slightly.

You paid no attention to Amelia’s comment, eyes glued on Robyn as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.

“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.

“Nothing important,” Robyn dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“Nothing important,” Cecilia mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”

“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Robyn fiercely glares at Cecilia, “Mark my words!”

“Wow, I’m so scared,” Cecilia rolls her eyes.

“Imma show you scared, alright,” Robyn began to venture towards Cecilia but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Leroy keeps his grip strong, stopping Robyn’s actions of attacking her younger sister.

“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Leroy suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. Cecilia stuck her tongue out, spurring Robyn’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip.

“That’s a good idea!” Imani agrees, clapping her hands.

Robyn’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Robyn made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Robyn and Cecilia were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.

Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Robyn hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.

Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring

The soul that you bring to the table

“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”

“Why should I? You clearly love it.”

Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.

“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“

“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”

“So will you let me focus?!”

You thought so; it was worth a try.

“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”

“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.

“Stop being sappy, that’s my job!”

“Never!”

One that makes me sing

In a minor key

She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.

To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the Rook Household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Robyn didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.

Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.

After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Robyn sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.

The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Robyn with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.

“Me too.”

There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Robyn wanting to be your future wife.

That innuendo Cecilia had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Robyn, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Robyn wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.

So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.

“Hey, babe.” you look up at her.

And when you’re old, you’re old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring

“Mhmmm…” her attention no longer directed on the movie, peers down at you.

“About Cecilia’s earlier statement, is that true?”

At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”

“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”

You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”

“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”

That soul that you bring to the table

One that makes me sing

“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”

“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”

Robyn stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.

“No bullshitting, right?”

“No bullshitting whatsoever.”

All Robyn did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.

“Guess what, then?”

“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.

“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.

“Why not we get—“

“Ehh Hey!! Lovebirds!” Cecilia whisper-shouts interrupt your lovey-dovey bubble.

“What?” Robyn grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.

“Keep it down! Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

“Mind your own business then!” she rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing a pillow towards Cecilia.

“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.

“Only a fool for you, I promise you that.”

“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”

In a minor key

Diamond on your ring

This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile appears on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”

“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”

“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” She winks, gazing at her beloved girlfriend.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Robyn’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Robyn’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love. Robyn didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and to experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Robyn knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Robyn knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.

Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

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[therivergirl]

I decided slightly edit and post the short fluffy one-shot I did as an answer to an ask here.

Title: Sewist's Love Language is Clothes Making

Summary: It's only a few days after the defeat of F.O.W.L. May and June are adjusting to their new life and Daisy has a special gift for them.

Entire work:

Living with Donald and Daisy was weird. Nice and cosy, May and June had to admit, but weird.

Well, it wasn’t entirely correct to say they lived with Donald and Daisy. They had their own room at the manor, why someone would give them a whole room was still beyond them. The room was large, with two beds and, admittedly, much nicer than the tube room they resided back at the F.O.W.L. compound. They mostly just slept there, but it was theirs to retreat to whenever they needed it. It was weird to be given that much comfort and freedom.

They still haven’t moved to the houseboat. The small bedroom on the boat that was going to become theirs was not ready. It used to be the triplets’ and later demigod Storkules inhabited it for a while. In other words, it needed some redecoration and refurbishing.

Only a few days have passed since they came to Duckburg from the Lost Library. And, even as they dealt with the loss of their mum, Black Heron, they realized they were happier than they have ever been. Most of the time they spent with Webby, Huey, Dewey and Louie and their friends when they would visit.

Donald and Daisy dealt with some nebulous paperwork. May and June did not know full details, but they knew it had to deal with them being adopted. One day they had to meet a woman, a family/adoption lawyer named Barbara and another day they had to meet a social worker named George but that was the extent of their involvement. They did hang out with their new…parents. It was a bit difficult to think of them as such, let alone call them that out loud.

However, Donald and Daisy seemed to be fine with that. It didn’t feel like they didn’t want May and June to call them parents, not like it often felt when Heron would dismissively snap at them for calling her mum. It was nice, comforting to know that whatever they called them, Donald and Daisy still liked them. The two adults were nice, patient. Neither ever scolded May if she messed up her grammar or June if she started crying. That felt strange. But it also felt good.

It filled the girls with the kind of warmth they have not known yet.

One day, the fifth day after the McDucks defeated F.O.W.L. Daisy took the girls into her apartment in the city. It was their first time there.

“Whoa, this apartment is really pretty,” May said, impressed with shiny furniture and a cosy, yet modern blush pink sofa.

“Why is there so much fabric around, though?” June asked. May and June did not know much about interior décor, but even with their limited experience, they felt like Daisy’s apartment was a nice place. They were pretty certain they heard Della describe it as fancy. But it was also cluttered with fabric rolls, boxes, multiple mannequins and things the girls didn’t recognize but had a feeling they also had to do with sewing and tailoring.

“Well, some of it is always here, but most of it, especially those big, bulky rolls there, are here because my boss, Emma Glamour, kicked me out of my working space when I told her I have to switch to working online while I travel. I’m not her personal assistant anymore, I was demoted, lost the studio privilege and had to leave it” Daisy explained, “and I was not going to leave all of my fabric there.”

“They are very pretty,” May said. “What is this one?” she pointed to a light, airy fabric.

“That is lightweight linen,” Daisy said, “It’s very good for shirts and summer dresses. Now, I took you here for a reason. I’m assuming that, when you were with F.O.W.L., you were not given a choice of clothes?”

May’s expression turned downcast immediately and June moved closer to her sister. “No,” June muttered after a few moments.

“Heron said we should look like Webby. Bradford got angry when he couldn’t recognize us, so someone suggested we should be colour-coded,” May muttered.

“Pepper got tasked with it. She was nice, she let us pick our favourite colours!” June said, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Well, I’m glad you like cyan and yellow,” Daisy said, “but now I’m asking you, do you like that style of clothes too?”

“They are ok,” May said, averting her gaze. They were already given a room, three very tasty meals a day and snacks in between and so much more. How could they now ask for new clothes? Even if she did really dislike wearing the vest…

“May, June,” Daisy said, sitting on the sofa and gesturing for the girls to join her, “you don’t have to pretend to like something if you don’t now. You can be honest.”

“So we can… change it?” June asked shyly.

“Yes, that is why we’re here,” Daisy said, “one of my favourite things to do is making clothes for people in my life. And you two are included. So, I would like to make each of you a dress, or a blouse, or whatever else you want.”

“Our own personal dress?” May wondered, her eyes widening. That left so many opportunities. When they were first created, they were given uniforms similar to those of eggheads. Then they had to dress just like Webby. But being given the choice of having their own dresses, something of their own for the first time, it was almost overwhelming.

“Yes, if you’d like,” Daisy smiled softly. “I will have to take your measures, that’s why I brought you here, most of my equipment is here, and then, you can pick the style you like and I’ll make your clothes in the next two days.”

“That’s very nice of you,” May said, “Thanks,”

“You’re welcome, dear,” Daisy said, “Is there already something you like?”

“A dress like that?” May pointed to a mannequin dressed in a simple pink dress with a slightly floaty skirt and straps, “but yellow!”

“Ok, that is a good choice,” Daisy said.

“Does it have to be a dress?” June asked shyly.

“No, it can be whatever you want.” Daisy said, “Well, I would prefer if you didn’t pick a tailored jacket. That is, you can freely pick that, but it will take me a bit longer to make.”

“Oh no, I don’t want a jacket. I would like overalls!”

“Like the ones Della had for gardening?” May frowned, “Those are weird!”

“No! They looked cool!” June protested, “Can you make them?” she asked Daisy.

“Of course!” Daisy said. She preferred making dresses to making trousers, but for the girls, she would make a goddamn pair of Victorian cycling pants if they wanted, let alone simple overalls. “Now, I will help you choose the fabrics because not every fabric can be used for every garment.”

“Cool!” May exclaimed, “What is this one for? Is it good for my dress?” she pointed to light yellow cotton.

“Wow, you must have an instinct for this!” Daisy said, “That cotton is perfect for a dress like the one you want. In fact, that dress there is made of the exact same fabric but dyed pink.”

“Aw, I don’t know which fabric to pick,” June said, feeling a bit self-conscious, looking around the room, completely at a loss. Why was May so quick in picking the right thing for her garment? What if Daisy thought June was stupid for not knowing what to pick?

But Daisy’s tone was warm and reassuring when she spoke, “That is ok,” she said, “most people wouldn’t know. I’m assuming you want denim overalls?”

“Um, yes? I think denim is the material of Della’s?”

“Yes, it is. And I have the shade I think you would like here very much,” she said pulling out a roll of light blue denim, “Here it is!”

“Yes! It’s so nice!” June’s eyes shone.

“Ok, now! Let’s take your measures and then we’ll go for a bit of clothes shopping!”

“But you said you will make us a garment each already,” May said.

“Well, I’m not having you wear the clothes you dislike a minute longer than necessary. I’m a great proponent of personal style. And, since I’m not a wizard, I can’t make clothes appear out of thin air. So, we’re going to get you each a few more items until your outfits made by me are done, how about that!”

“Can we get hamburgers on your way there?” May asked.

“Ugh, no! Why are you and Webby obsessed with those!” June rolled her eyes.

“Because they are good!” May retorted.

“Nuh-uh! Pizza is soo much better.” June replied.

“It isn’t!” May sounded borderline offended.

“It is!”

“Isn’t!”

“Hey, hey girls, don’t fight!” Daisy warned gently, making both of them let out small gasps.

“Sorry, Daisy,” June muttered, the two shrinking in on themselves.

“It’s ok, I’m not angry. There is no need to fight or even to squabble. Because, first, it’s ok to like or dislike hamburgers. And secondly, I know a place that serves amazing hamburgers and amazing pizza? How about I give Don a call and tell him to meet us there after we get you two some new clothes, huh?”

“OK!” May said.

“Yeah, that sounds awesome!”

….

Daisy and the girls left the boutique with a new bag inside of which was a beautiful cardigan for May and a new scarf for June, for once it got cold. Daisy insisted they visit a few smaller shops, all held by her work colleagues or acquaintances. The bag was added to a small collection of shopping bags they got within their coming-up-on 2-hour shopping trip.

They met with Donald on the way to the restaurant. May and June were already dressed in their new clothes. May wore a new skirt and a T-shirt, while June opted for shorts and a blouse.

“So, how did the shopping go?” Donald asked. His voice still sounded a bit weird, but May and June realized it wasn’t as hard to understand once you started to get used to it.

“I love cardigans!” May said. “And this outfit is nice, but Daisy’s dress will be even better!”

“And the overalls are ten times better than the skirt!” June said. “And so are shorts!”

“I’m glad you like them,” Donald said, “and now, lunch! What are we having?”

“Pizza!” June shouted.

“Hamburgers!” May exclaimed.

“Ugh,” June rolled her eyes with a surprising bit of attitude, “Daisy and May want to have stupid hamburgers!”

“They do?” Donald feigned surprise.

“Yes!”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Donald said to her in a conspiratory tone, “I’m also on team pizza.”

“Um, sorry, could you, um, repeat that?” June asked shyly. She felt really bad every time she misheard Donald.

“Yes. I said I’m also on team pizza,” Donald said, a bit slower this time.

“You know Daisy and I can hear you, right?” May wondered. “You are not being as secretive as you think!”

“Well, shucks, I was caught,” Donald said, “Now, are we going to Olives and Oregano?” Donald asked, “They may mainly be a pizza place but they have good burgers too!”

“Yes!” The girls exclaimed in unison.

Donald and Daisy looked after the two, as they rushed to the top floor of the mall where the restaurant was. It was lovely to see them already acting like normal kids. They wished the moments like that would only grow more numerous.

….

After lunch, the four went to the park. June wanted to play frisbee, but, after Donald got hit in the head with it for the fifth time, they all decided that a simple walk would be safer.

“Can we go to that wall-climbing place?” June asked, “I saw it on a billboard! I would like to try it, please?”

“I don’t,” May said immediately, “But if we have to…”

“We don’t,” Donald said immediately, and June’s face fell. “That is, we don’t have to go, but we can go. And if we do, we don’t all have to participate. We can enjoy different things. May, you can sit it out and just watch others climb,”

“And cheer me on!” June said, “Wait? So it means I CAN GO???” she let out an excited squeal and started jumping around the park.

“Yes, but only the easiest wall for the first time,” Donald’s dad mode kicked in. “That is if Daisy is ok with it.”

“As long as they have the safety rope, it’s fine with me. I tried it in the past and it’s safe.”

“EEEEEKKK! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” June jumped around and hugged both of her…parents.

“Daisy,” May asked, “do you have a notepad? I would like to draw. While June climbs.”

“NO! You have to cheer me on!”

“Ugh fine! Then while you get all the safety gear on!”

“Ok then, you can draw!” June said.

“Yes, of course,” Daisy said, reaching into her purse, “you know I never go anywhere without one!”

“Thank you,” May said, much more calmly than June. She hesitated for a moment and gave a brief hug to both Daisy and Donald and then followed her sister who had already ran 50 yards in the direction of the rock climbing wall.

“Well, they seem to be doing great,” Daisy said, her heart full.

“Yes, they are,” Donald said and took her hand, “and so are we,” he smiled at her and they shared a brief kiss, then rushed after their daughters.

[xeo-kunsatan]

MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 2)

This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun. (Sorry this time i have no illustrations, im Lazy, use your imagination XD)

Nobody have expected it, Farley and Toralei run quickly to hug eachother, they

were really happy to see eachother again.

The Students from Monster High were surprised because their most problematic and devilish Classmate was acting completely lovely with surprisely a Dog, something unusual in her especially for her pals Purrsephone and Meowlody who didn't understand their friend's behavior.

Cleo The Nile

Daughter of the Momy

Age: 5843 (or more)

Gender: Female

Species: Momy

Cleo: I cant Believe what my Beautiful eyes are watching...

Pinky: Me too Sis... Me too..

Farid: here we go again...

Claw: Mew?

P&M: Meww~

The Twin Cats went close to Them catching their attention.

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Daughters of Werecats.

Age: 16

Gender: Females

Species: Werecats

Purrsephone: You most be her Frrriend's brotherrrs~?

Farren: didn't you know that she was a friend of a Dog?

Meowlody: she told us something similarrr before, but we thought it was a joke knowing her.

Farid: well for more surprising it seems, it's true.

Purrsephone: do you know since when they meet eachother?

Farren: since we used to be pups living in the streets, one day we found her escaping from a store-man, prepare yourself because this part will make this part long.

Flashback.

The street of Monsteropolis was chill, a group of 3 Poodle puppies where looking for something to eat.

Farren: Agh I'm Hungry, and you?

Farid: *sob* i think i have a hole inside my stomach...

Farley: Calm down brothers, maybe we can go to Madame Ghoulasha's shop to ask for food. you know the trick, We Knock the door, we will use the puppy eyes effect against her and she will give us food.

Farren: i still don't understand why that trick works that well.

Farid: isn't obvious? We are pretty adorable but More me~.

Farren: *chuckles* aren't supposed to have a "hole inside your stomach?".

Farid: Hey! I'm Hungry but I'm still fabulous.

Farley: Guys look!

Suddenly the puppers found a shop man ogre chasing a kitten with a bottle.

Mr Ogre: Come back here you stupid mutt!!

Toralei: as you wish!

Mr Ogre followed the kitten to a dark alley

Farley: we can't leave them like that

Farren: Are you Serious!? It's a Cat!!

Farid: Eww yeah, what if they has fleas?

Farley: We have fleas too..*shows them a flea walking through his paw furr* and she needs our help, remember Stray animals always can help other stray animals.

Farren: but what if they doesn't thanks us?

Farley: We can throw them to the sewers

:3.

Farren: okay let's go.

The 3 puppies followed the Ogre to the Alley.

Mr Ogre: *manages to catch her*

Gotcha!

Toralei: No!!

Mr Ogre: Hah did you thought that you would escape from me?.

Toralei: Hssss!!! Let me go you bastard!!

Mr Ogre:*takes a razor* or what?

Toralei:..*gulp*...

Mr Ogre: heh your journey ends here kitty- agh!?

The Ogre was about to end with the kitten life but he suddenly was stopped by the tackle of the triplet Poodles, making him faint and drop the kitten.

Toralei: Mew!!

Farley:*catches her* Gotcha! Are you okay?

Toralei: T-thanks, *sniffs him* wait.. are you a Dog!? *Jumps off*

Farid: "your welcome" hmp!

Farley: Yes we are dogs, but i didn't wanted to leave you alone and less with that man about to make Cat-Hash with you.

Toralei: Well.. i usually can escape by myself but.. still, thank you.

Farley: at your service miss.. uhh

Toralei: Toralei Stripe, and you arrre?

Farley: My name is Farley, and this are my brothers, The sour one is Farren.

Farren: Hey!

Farley: and the Narcissist pup who is looking his reflection with the Ogre's razor is Farid.

Farid: who is a pretty puppy? I am! ÙwÚ.

Farley: and i am Farley, together we are the Fluffy Gang.

Toralei: Wow you are all a team, nice to meet ya, I wish I could have my own mates, my older siblings were all adopted except me...

Farley: don't worry, you can come with us and be part of the Gang!

Toralei: Yay! :D

Farid/Farren: What!? D:<

Farley: you can come with us the Time you want until you found out your own mates.

Toralei: Oki Doki! :D

Farren: Farley what the fluff!?

Farid: Whyyyy?~...

Farley: Aww c'mon guys it would be fun.

Farren: i don't think she would like to come with us.."we have fleas"

Toralei: I have Fleas too :D.

Farren: Ok Fair enough.

Farley: Well lets go >:3!

Suddenly the Ogre started to wake up

Mr Ogre: You Little-..

The Cubs: No D:<! *pulls out his cords*

Mr Ogre: What the-!!!... AAAARGHH!!

The Ogre fell from the stairs of another Alley, by then break his neck in the last step, dying in that moment. The Fluffy gang and Toralei didnt believed that they really killed someone.

Farid: *Panic Attack* Oh no! Oh no! we killed him! What we will do!? im too younger and beautiful to go to Jail!! D,:>!!

Toralei: Me Too! D,:<

Farren: *Slaps Farid* Farid Calm Down! this is not the moment for your whines!

Toralei: What we will do Farley?...

Farley:...Uhhhh... look! there is a tip to the sewers, we can throw the body there :D!.

Toralei: Good Idea >:D!.

Farren: Are we Literally ignore that we killed a man?..

Farid: *Sighs* at least we will not go to Jail ;w;

Farren: Ok lets do this!..

Then The Fluffy gang and Toralei with effort, they managed to threw the body of the Ogre to the sewers so anyone will not notice their crime.

Farren: Well, the Job is finished... what now?

Farid: Oww im Still hungry ....

Toralei: Guys, that man had a shop with full of food, thats where i taked the Bottle with milk wich is not in the ground...

Farley: Ok lets go for some snacks! :D

The Fluffly Gang and Toralei: Yay :D

Flashback Ends.

Farren: And thats How we meet Toralei

Farid: Cute isn't?

Meowlody: a little...

Purrsephone: we literrrally thought it was a joke.

Meowlody: And i cant believe that you killed a man..

Farid: We were just babies, we didnt know what we are doing heheh~

Claw: hm?

Meowlody: and this little one?

Farren: Its Claw, His Dying mother gave him to us to save him from the hunters, so he lives with us as a younger sibling, The Principal Stratos usually overprotects him.

P&M: Thats so cute from you part mew~

Claw: *sniffs them* mew

P&M: *sniff him* ...

Claw: *purrrs*

P&M: Awww

Farley: I cant believe we are finally together

Toralei: Me too! ;w; *Purring* I missed you so much!

Farley: *Waving tail* I missed you too!

Frankie: Its so Cute to see this...

Meanwhile..

Manny Taur

A Fucking Minotaur Bully

Age: 17

Species: Minotaur

Gender: Male

Manny: Aww look at this, what are you supossed to be Rabbit?

Bradley: a Vampire/Jackalope Hybrid

Manny: Hah! Vampire!? but youre so tiny

Bradley: well at least the size your dick compensates the size of your brain and intelligence..

Manny: *blushes* How dare you!?

Bradley: well.. its part of your biology..

Manny: Thats it you are Death!

Frankie: Manny No!

Manny was about to Hit Bradley (wich didnt seem scared) but suddenly he was attacked by Skeebo before he would hurt his beloved bunny.

Skeebo: Dont you dare to hurt my boyfriend!

Manny: Your Boyfriend? *chuckles* dont play dumb, you are a fox and Foxes eats rabbits like him!

Skeebo: *Whispers* Shh shh please dont expose what i do with him everynight~

Bradley: im an Arctic Hare not a rabbit...wait*blushes* Skeebo!

Skeebo: Sorry Dear~

Manny: you guys are gross...

Frankie: Thats Enough Manny, do you want me to tell Minnie about your Behavior?

Manny: Oh no! Please dont tell my sister!...

Skeebo: Heh... he is afraid of his sister~

Manny: At least i have a sister

Skeebo: !!!......

Bradley: You son of a Bitch! how dare you!? just because you heard the most of us are orphans doesnt give you the rights of making fun of Us!

Frankie: Wait.. are you Orphans?..

Skeebo: Thats it!...

A Fight Started between Manny and Skeebo, but it was stopped by Miss Bloodgood and Stratos.

Bloodgood: You 2 Stop!

Stratos: You both will go to detention!..

Manny: Thats why Maze High is a bad copy of Monster High, the Students here are all Awfull!!

All: *Gasps*

Claw: *Cries*

Farley/Toralei: What did you said!?

Farren/Farid: You will pay for this!

Betrayus: calm down.. not here!

Skeebo: You said that because at least all of you have their own families...

Bloodgood: Manny Taur...you will be grounded by the rest of the event, the meeting is over..

Stratos: Mistress Bloodgood...I am so sorry for this..

Bloodgood: No no... its not your fault, *sighs* i will correct my student.. Good luck in the event..

Stratos: Good luck for you too...

Manny: *gulp*...

Stratos: Me too...

Frankie: Oh gosh.. i am so sorry..

Skeebo: Its Okay.. we are all used to be seeing like this..*Leaves* Bradley: Skeebs...*sighs*.... its true... While me as some less of my classmates.. mostly of them are all orphan.. for it they basically live here..

Frankie: Ou... i have no idea..

Bradley: Its okay.. as my boyfriend said.. we are used to be judged by other schools... and... Mostly of that students from other schools have their own families...*follows Skeebo*...

Frankie: *Sighs*

The meeting ended and the Monster High Students returned to their homes, while the students from Maze high returned to their dorms, an exception to Farley and Toralei wich where in the school garden trying to calm down Claw.

Farley: Awww Claw dont cry, he will not hurt you.

Toralei: when i see him, i will scratch his ugly bull face so nobody will recognize him not even with the passaport.

Claw: *sob* *sob*

Toralei: Dont Cry little Fella, that awfull bull will not hurt you anymore *pets Claw*

Claw: *Purrs*

Farley: Thank you Toralei, maybe im tired of the boring boomer of Stratos but he still needs a rest.

Toralei: You dont have to thank me, this fella needed it.

Farley: thats right...*Blushes* Its so nice to have you here..

Toralei: *Blushes* Ahh.. yeah i feel the same, heh

Farley: You want me to accompany to your home?

Toralei: Nah, i can go by myself, cats loves nocturnal walks.

Farley: W-w-well see you tomorrow..

Toralei: S-see you T-tomorrow...

Toralei left the gardens to return to her home, while Farley was watching her leave still blushed.

Farley: *sighs*

Claw:*giggles*

Farley: what?..

To be Continued..

[zelenacat]

When We Were Young- Chapter 31- An Obitine Story

There was much to discuss when the immediate battle was over. Anakin had killed Dooku, and Master Yoda insisted they have sessions to meditate together. The Sith Lord Palpatine’s trial was approaching and the Council themselves were very busy. Fortunately for Satine, Korkie was able to show Tristan a back entrance to avoid the paparazzi already showing up at the palace front steps. Tyra was allowed to accompany Mara back to the palace as well, her master discussed strategies with Satine and her advisors, and Obi-Wan went to retrieve Jynn and Lyra, as well as the birth certificates.

“Dear God, Duchess,” Prime Minister Jaru frowned, “you’ve been friends with the Jedi for over eighteen years?”

Satine gave Quinlan a nod.

“The Duchess and Master Kenobi have eighteen-year-old twins, sixteen-year-old twins, twins who are a year old-”

“Eight months.” Satine corrected.

“And,” Quinlan paused for permission, “the Duchess is expecting triplets.”

The silence was so heavy Satine wanted to punch something.

“We need to worry about the line of succession,” the Prime Minister said finally, “Parliament will have to approve your marriage.”

Satine flinched.

“They will likely join the line after you’re married,” Jaru stated, reading the signs, “but this is quite the scandal.”

Just then, Satine’s news alert buzzed. She read the headline and smiled.

“Duchess?”

“My sister has commented,” the Duchess straightened, “she supports me, saying that tradition would be against her marriage, and that we can honor tradition without sticking to outdated ideas.”

Master Vos cheered as polite applause took hold of the room.

“That is helpful,” the Prime Minister agreed, “but a press conference will be needed.”

“I have an idea,” Quinlan held up a hand, “the ancient monarchies used to hold ceremonies to welcome their new children.”

An idea clicked in Satine’s head.

“A ball,” she announced, “a ball and an old-fashioned welcoming ceremony for the triplets.”

One of her aides began taking notes.

“We should invite influential Parliament members,” another advisor added, “and the whole court.”

“Agreed,” Jaru nodded, “let’s craft the announcement.”

After that chore was done, Satine and her advisors moved on to the press conference that she and Obi-Wan would give.

“We should also like the Jedi Council for a statement,” Quinlan suggested, “saying how Obi-Wan is leaving.”

Everyone agreed this was a good idea.

Quinlan stood, “I’ll contact them now.”

The Prime Minister had three aides type up the announcement they’d crafted, as well as adding the detail about the press conference. After checking it over, Satine told more guards to be stationed around the entrances and gave the go ahead.

“The Council has agreed to say something,” Quinlan announced, coming back in, “they recommend that we set the conference for after the Sith Lord’s trial.”

“I think that is wise,” Satine agreed, “the trial is tomorrow, correct?”

“Yes,” Quinlan nodded, “and Obi-Wan is still a part of the Council.”

“He’ll have to be there,” Jaru concluded, “this will be a test of the paparazzi’s control.”

That afternoon was busy for Satine. She had a room prepared for Jynn and Lyra, as well as rooms for her older children. Naturally, this caused some drama within the staff. Fortunately, Parna, and Khaami, who had just returned from visiting her family, assured everyone that this was formal procedure and that they would get the news they were seeking at the press conference.

When Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi touched down on the palace landing pad with two toddlers there was an upspike in the rumors. Unfortunately, somehow, it had got out that Satine had made contact with Korkie’s old nanny who'd left ten years ago. This piece of knowledge seemed to confirm to everyone that the rumors were true. Still, they’d have to wait.

“Dad,” Tyra asked when the family was sitting together, “what will happen to Je’er after the trial?”

Obi-Wan smiled, “He’ll be put to death.”

“What!”

“He’s kidding,” Satine put a hand on her daughter’s arm, “don’t you worry, Tyra Satine.”

“Sorry, bad joke,” the Jedi apologized, “he’ll be questioned about his knowledge about the dark side, and then we’ll likely release him.”

Tyra nodded.

“Don’t worry, sis,” Tristan rubbed Tyra’s back, “he’ll be fine.”

“I’m wondering, children,” Satine smilled, “if we should extend ball invitations to your special friends.”

Mara gasped, her excitement clear on her face, Korkie didn’t look so sure.

“All the Jedi Council is coming,” Obi-Wan told Korkie, “and Anakin and Quinlan.”

Korkie bit her lip, “Will it stress her out?”

“Not if her father’s there,” Mara offered, “don’t worry.”

Satine was proud of the way she taught her son how to treat women. He had to be chivalrous if he was going to be a successful prince.

“Duchess,” Parna smiled, opening the door, “dinner’s ready.”

The family at dinner in one of the private dining rooms, serving themselves and laughing at each other’s jokes. Satine could hardly believe how perfect it was.

Obi-Wan’s comm beeped, “Obi-Wan, come in.”

“Anakin?”

“The Council wants you back to prepare for the trial,” Anakin sighed, “boring stuff, really.”

“Naturally,” Obi-Wan stood, “I’ll be over quickly.”

Satine pouted.

“Don’t worry, Darling,” the Jedi kissed the Duchess’ cheek, “I’ll be home after the verdict.”

“Bye, Dad!”

“Good luck!”

“See you soon!”

“Love you!

“By kids,” Obi-Wan smiled, bopping a smooch on Jynn and Lyra's heads respectively, “look after your mother.”

The Duchess did not watch the trial, but she knew that Anakin, Padme, and Je’er would be witnesses. Not to mention that the Sith Lord electrocuted a couple Jedi Masters when they came to arrest him. They had tested his blood for midichlorians and found them, connections were found to many assassins who’d killed political rivals of the Supreme Chancellor, and there was a direct comm link that when called, appeared on Count Dooku’s body.

“It was horrifying,” Obi-Wan told Satine as they crawled into bed, “his laugh, his mannerisms, he tried to manipulate Anakin right there on the spot.”

“And to think so many trusted him.” Satine frowned, disgusted.

“He was a good politician,” the Jedi sighed, “his punishment is to have his force manipulation ability taken away from him.”

Satine went wide eyed, “They can do that?”

“The Witches of Dathomir have a way,” Obi-Wan shivered, “it’s strange to think about it.”

The Duchess was silent for a moment.

“The press conference,” Satine finally said, “it’ll be just as publicized as the trial.”

“Likely even more,” Obi-Wan agreed, snuggling close to Satine, “but we don’t have to worry about that until tomorrow.”

The Duchess exhaled.

“You're nervous.”

“Yes,” Satine responded, “it’s hard to control what people will ask.”

“We could begin with our story,” the Jedi suggested, “and ask that questions be saved till later.”

That’s exactly the form the press conference took. However, Satine still considered it a nightmare. When they entered, holding hands, Satiine without a corset, the press turned into rabid animals. Khaami and Parna had to shout multiple times to get them to quiet down.

Obi-Wan began with how Master Qui-Gon and he were sent to protect the Duchess from harm during the Mandalorian Civil War, and they did so for a year.

“The Duke of Sundari and his twin sister, Padawan Tyra, were born about eight months after my coronation,” Satine jumped in, “the Duke was raised on Mandalore while his sister was sent to the Jedi Temple.”

“There are no hospital records of this, why?”

Satine sighed at the reporter, questions were supposed to be saved for later.

“Korkyrach and his sister Tyra Satine were born in the basement of the Summer Palace, there was one medical droid and my two ladies at the time.”

There was audible shock.

“Two years later,” Obi-Wan continued, “the Duchess welcomed a second set of twins, Tristan was raised by Clan Wren, and Mara was raised by the Supreis family, to which her lady belongs.”

“What about the birth certificates?” someone asked.

“The real ones are in the hands of the palace lawyers,” Satine answered, “including the ones from the births of our eight-month-old twins.”

In the midst of the stunned silence, a hand was raised.

“Where were these twins born?”

Satine grimaced, “The same room as all their siblings, with one medical droid.”

The crowd shivered.

“Jynn and Lyra, the youngest twins, were given false surnames and raised at the Jedi Temple these past months.” Obi-Wan added.

There were a couple of gasps.

“You have announced your family will host a ball and welcoming ceremony,” a reporter began, “are the dates for these set, and will the royal children be in attendance?”

“The dates are not set yet,” Satine answered, “but the children will be in attendance for both events.”

Audible scribbles were heard all over the room.

“Your Grace,” a strained voice asked, “do we have Mandalorian Jedi?”

The room got so quiet the Duchess could hear herself breathe.

“We have Mandalorian force-users,” Obi-Wan jumped in, “it is their choice whether or not they want to become Jedi.”

In the silence that followed, a reporter raised his hand, “When will the triplets be welcomed?”

Satine ground her teeth, “This fall.”

It was Marsh, Tristan and Mara were having their seventeenth birthday tomorrow and a few months after that Korkie and Tyra would be nineteen. Not to mention Jynn and Lyra would be a year old three months before the triplets were born.

“We will announce the dates of the celebrations nearer to the dates,” Obi-Wan announced, “thank you for coming.”

Khaami and Parna closed the heavy doors with an extreme huff.

“Thank God that’s over.” Satine sighed, leaning on Obi-Wan. “Let’s go,” Obi-Wan suggested, “there’s still the entire palace who will talk about us.”

The Duchess was with her seamstresses, planning her outfit for the ball when Tristan burst through the door.

“Lady Mother,” he huffed, “Auntie Padme and Uncle Anakin are on the holonews!”

Satine jumped up immediately and rushed back to her room with her son just in time for Anakin to announce his departure from the Jedi Order for his wife and children. Then, Padme kissed her husband and the crowd cheered.

“They certainly know how to steal your thunder, huh?” Tyra grinned.

Obi-Wan exhaled, “I think we’re very grateful because of that.”

Two days later, when the entire palace was busy preparing for the upcoming ball, an invitation arrived for the Duchess and her family.

“It’s from a Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker,” Mara read, wiggling her eyebrows, “they’re gonna renew their vows publicly.”

“Ahsoka must be overjoyed.” Korkie commented.

Satine snorted, “They must be trying to outdo us, Ben.”

Obi-Wan laughed and planted a kiss on Satine’s cheek.

“No one could beat us,” the Jedi winked, “just look at how many children we have.”

“Oh no,” Tyra gasped, “what will we wear?”

“My closet is your closet.” the Duchess gestured.

Mara and Tyra giggled and began jumping up and down. Jynn and Lyra giggled at their sisters’ foolishness.

“Speaking of the ceremony,” Obi-Wan asked, “when is it?”

“In three days,” Tristan said, taking the invitation from Mara, “I’m sure the paparazzi is ecstatic.”

“Most certainly.” Satine agreed.

“The ball is in a week,” Obi-Wan frowned, “do you think-”

“I’m sure the paparazzi will have forgotten all about the vows then,” Satine assured her Jedi, “they have a very short attention span.”

The Vow Ceremony was beautiful, and the entire Kryze family looked their best. All in blue and purple, they sat in the front row next to Master Fisto, Master Secura, Master Ti, and Ahsoka. The latter grinned so much her face would likely hurt afterwards.

Up at the front, Anakin stood with his half-brother Owen, and his wife Beru, behind him. Padme’s sister Sola and her husband waited on the other side of the aisle.

“She’s coming!” 

There was a collective gasp when Padme entered, each of her parents holding an arm of hers. The Senator looked overjoyed and glorious in her fabulous white gown. 

“Ani.”

“Padme.”

Satine almost cried at their reception of each other, they were all giddy and sweet.

“Anakin,” Master Yoda turned, “something to say, have you?”

Master Skywalker grinned, “Padme, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re so amazing and wonderful. There are so many magnificent adjectives that you are, but none more so than mother.”

Here, members of the crowd sighed.

“I know you’ll be the most marvelous role model to our twins, and I can only hope I bring you as much happiness as you bring me. I love you.”

“Anakin,” Padme grinned, “you have a tendency to run off into danger.”

Some members of the crowd who knew the Jedi Master best laughed.

“But I couldn’t love you any less for all the good you do for the galaxy, even if you have a certain charming disregard for the rules.”

“True, this is.” Master Yoda agreed.

The crowd laughed again.

“Ani, I love you, and both the twins and I can’t wait to see you as a dad.”

The crowd cheered and clapped politely as the couple kissed. 

“Congratulations,” Satine kissed Padme’s cheeks when they made it to the front of the reception line, “I’m glad to see you both so happy.”

Anakin grinned at Obi-Wan, “I set the stakes pretty high, didn't I, Master?”

Obi-Wan nodded, “Good job, Anakin.”

There was dancing after the ceremony, but Satine and Padme sat happily chatting with plates of food and their Jedi.

“Ben,” Satinie elbowed Obi-Wan, “Korkie is looking at Kara, convince Khi-Adi not to kill him.”

Anakin snorted.

Obi-Wan stood, “On it.”

“One day, Ani,” Padme looked at her husband, “you’ll have to help our son.”

“I’m worried about how many people will be in love with my daughter,” Anakin confessed, “I’m sure she’ll be as beautiful as her mother.”

“Aw.”

Parna and Khaami sat with Padme’s ladies discussing happy times and giggling over Jynn and Lyra.

“It’s wonderful isn’t it?” Padme sighed.

“Yes,” Satine agreed, “the treaty signing was yesterday, wasn’t it?”

“I’m actually surprised at how smoothly it went,” Padme answered, “very pleased however.”

It pained the Kryze family to say goodbye, but Obi-Wan and Satine had much to do for the ball, so they bid goodbye to their friends and went home.

“Good job, Korkie,” Tyra smacked her brother on the back, “I think Master Mundi doesn’t hate you!”

“Korkie was perfectly civil,” Obi-Wan agreed, “although your fear was endearing.”

“How-”

“The force, Korkie.”

“Oh.”

The next few days were filled with dress fittings, menu checking, and formal etiquette training for the children who needed it.

“What do you mean I can’t dance the Mandalorra,” Mara frowned, “you danced it with the Count?”

“It has a negative reputation,” Satine huffed at her daughter, “that dance is best done with fiances.”

Mara stuck her tongue out at her mother.

“Don’t do that at the ball.” the Duchess warned.

Mara laughed.

“Satine,” Parna peeked her head in the dance studio, “the children's friends are here.”

Mara squealed.

“Bring them here, Parna,” Satine smiled, “and inform my children.”

Boba Fett looked extremely uncomfortable at the formalities used to address him.

“Mara!”

Satine smiled as the bounty hunter picked her daughter up and spun her around.

“Now only if you can do that in a dance.” the Duchess pointed out.

“Your Grace,” Boba bowed, “I’m honored to be invited.”

“Thank Mara,” Satine grinned, “it was her idea.”

Tyra walked in on Je’er’s arm, her smile radiant.

“Your Grace,” Je’er bowed, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Yes,” Satine nodded, “and this time you’re healthy.”

Tyra giggled.

“Your Grace.”

Satine turned.

“Princess Sori,” the Duchess matched a curtsy, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Your Grace is most kind, inviting my mother and I,” Sori stood, “we’re quite excited.”

“It’s nothing at all,” Satine winked, “I’m looking forward to seeing Cousin Miraj.”

“Sori, you’re here?”

“Yes,” the Princess blushed, “I’m here.”

Tristan took her hand and kissed it.

“Woah, look at that.” Tyra teased.

“Do I have to do that?” Boba asked.

Mara laughed.

“Your Grace?”

Satine walked straight up to Kara and kissed her on the cheeks.

“Kara, it’s so wonderful to finally meet you.”

The Jedi’s daughter looked pleasantly surprised, “Thank you, I can’t believe I’m here.”

“It’s magical isn’t it?” Korkie agreed, putting an arm around Kara’s waist.

Satine clapped, “Children, get ready to waltz.”

Boba looked horrified, “Waltz?”

The room laughed. It was a marvelous moment for Satine, instructing her grown children and their partners in a traditional Mandalorian Waltz. Korkie and Tristan already knew it, and lifted their partners into the air with varying degrees of success. Tyra and Je’er took a little longer to learn the steps than Mara and Boba, but they did do a successful lift first.

“Alright, now,” Satine smiled, “break time.”

That evening Obi-Wan got to hear all about Satine’s adventures while he complained about eating traditional Mandalorian food.

“It wouldn't hurt you to learn the waltz.”

“What do I need to waltz for,” Obi-Wan shrugged, “we already have nine children.”

Satine laughed.

“Do you feel them yet?” the Jedi asked.

The Duchess sighed, “Sylvian is a little stinker. He and Jacen wrestle while their sister and I try to sleep.”

Obi-Wan’s face melted, “You can tell them apart?”

“Yes, Ben,” Satine placed her Jedi’s hand on her stomach, “they're quite rambunctious.”

“We still haven’t picked a girl’s name out yet.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“We’ll find one.” Satine assured.

Her ball gown was glorious. The entire family was going in white, and they would look magnificent. Satine’s dress was an ivory ball gown embroidered with silver lilies and pearls. It was wide like the dresses of the Ancient Queen Victoria, and was held up by her shoulders, which were covered in lace. Over all of this, Satine wore a deep purple velvet robe also embroidered with silver. It had a lengthy train too, something the Duchess absolutely adored. Then, to top it off, she wore the blue sash of the monarch and all her medals.

Satine met her daughters in the jewel room.

“Oh, Lady Mother, look at us!”

Tyra’s dress was the same style as Satine’s, except her robe was Kryze blue and her embroidery was gold. She wore a purple sash and slim dancing slippers. Mara wore a periwinkle robe over her ivory and gold dress. Her shoes and sash matched that of her sister’s, but naturally, she wore her Kryze brooch. Jynn and Lyra, the precious angels, were wearing little salmon pink robes over their chiffon tea-length dresses, which were also white with gold embroidery. Their little purple sashes were adorable.

“You look lovely, girls.” Satine smiled.

“The jewels in this room, Lady Mother!” Mara gasped.

Tyra and Mara wore multiple necklaces, chokers, and bracelets, all gold and white to match their outfits.

“I see you have the Warrior’s Eye,” Satine smiled at Tyra, “I remember giving that to you.”

“I never take it off.” Tyra nodded.

Jynn and Lyra were each given a string of pearls for their necks, and they looked every part of princesses.

“And you, Lady Mother?” Mara prodded.

Khaami cleared her throat, she and Parna were standing with the Jewel Master, a chest between them. Everyone in the room gasped when the ancient case was unlocked.

“Is that-”

“The pearl-drop tiara,” Mara gasped while Tyra fanned herself, “gifted to Queen Mara by Zagreus the Second of Zygerria!”

Satine performed a regal curtsy and Khaami placed the crown on her head, Parna held up a mirror.

“Exquisite, Your Grace,” the Jewel Master smiled, “we have the matching accessories ready.”

Her necklace was a silver chain of diamonds and crystals hanging low against her bodice. She had pearl bracelets and white satin gloves.

“Pierre,” Satine turned to the Royal Jeweler, “I wish my daughters to wear Kokoshnik tiaras.”

The girls old enough to understand this request squealed.

The Jewel Master bowed, “Right away, Your Grace, if the Princesses will follow me.”

Tyra wore a headdress with cerulean gems to match her robe and Mara wore purple garnets in between her golden latticework.

“And the little ones?” Pierre asked.

“Silver headbands for them.” Satine suggested.

The Duchess and her daughters met the rest of their family in the hallway behind the grand doors that led to the ballroom.

“Gorgeous, Lady Mother.” Korkie smiled.

He was wearing a white version of his uniform, with a purple sash with a blue line through it to designate him as heir. He also wore medals, as did Tristan over his white uniform, but he had significantly less.

“Satine,” Obi-Wan smiled, “you look heavenly.”

“Thank you, darling,” the Duchess smiled, “you get to lead me into the ball this evening.”

The Jedi kissed Satine’s hand, “I’m honored.”

Korkie took Tyra’s right hand while she held Jynn in her left. Mara held Lyra in her left hand and placed her right in Tristan’s. Satine nodded at Parna, who snuck away to find the announcer.

“Wait till you’re announced.” Satine whispered.

Lyra giggled.

“Her Grace, the Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore, Second of her Name and Lady Krewella, escorted by the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

The announcer took a large breath, “His Grace Korkyrach Kryze, Duke of Sundari, Her Royal Highness, Tyra Satine, Princess Royal of Mandalore, His Royal Highness Prince Tristan of Keldabe, Her Royal Highness Princess Mara of Mandalore, Her Royal Highness Princess Jynn of Mandalore, and Her Royal Highness Princess Lyra of Mandalore!”

[captainseaweedbrains]

Ship: Everlark #48

Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! I hope you enjoy! As always, drabbles don’t exist in my world. So it’s a bit longer than I anticipated. :P 

Prompt: Meeting again at a high school reunion AU

Ao3: X

Send me a ship and a prompt and I’ll write a fic/drabble!

“If you don’t go over there and talk to him, I’m going to and you know I won’t edit out any embarrassing details,” Madge warned when she saw Katniss looking over at the Welcome table yet again. 

Katniss scowled, the alcohol clearly not kicking in yet. “I don’t need your help, Madge.” 

“You’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, Katniss,” her friend pointed out, “watching that table like a scared hawk.” 

“Can a hawk be scared?” Madge glared at her and she conceded. “All right, all right. Yes, I am acting like a scared, made-up hawk, but I can’t help it! I made a total ass of myself back in high school. I’m afraid he’ll remember.” 

“Of course he’ll remember.” 

“You’re no help. Why’d I bring you as my date again?” 

Her friend smiled a winning smile and rubbed her swollen stomach. “Because my dearest husband decided a fishing trip with his brothers was more important than coming with me to our ten year high school reunion and he bribed you with anything you wanted from his store as thanks.”

“Right, right,” she laughed. “So why are you trying to pawn your date off on some stranger, Madge Hawthorne?” 

“Please!” Madge scoffed. “Peeta Mellark is so not a stranger to you. How many times did you two hook up in high school? In the band room, under the stage in the auditorium, the Home Ec room, and correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you two do it in Abernathy’s office?” 

Popping the maraschino cherry from her drink into her mouth, Katniss smiled. “I’m not confirming, nor denying, anything of the sort. We were total saints in high school.” 

“Uh huh.” Madge sighed and readjusted herself in her seat. “If you were total saints, why not go over and talk about your sainthood with Peeta, then?” 

Because she had broken his heart? Because 18-year-old Katniss panicked and ruined a great thing? Because she knew for a fact, thanks to Facebook and small town busybodies, that Peeta had just gotten out of an engagement with some gorgeous blonde who looked like a model and showing up now felt like cutting open an old scar? Because she was scared of telling him how she really felt then? And how those feelings haven’t really gone away and seeing him there, smiling and laughing next to Delly Cartwright as they welcomed old classmates, reminded her those feelings were definitely still there?

“Because he’s busy working the Welcome table,” she said instead. “Don’t you hate when people chit chat you up while you’re trying to work a table?” 

“No, but that’s because I’m not weird about people like you are.” 

“I miss the shy, barely-spoke Madge from high school,” Katniss teased, bumping her foot against Madge’s. “What happened to her?” 

“I joined a sorority in college and had to do three years of recruitment,” was all she said, still giving Katniss a pointed look. “Go talk to him, Katniss. Rip the band aid off.” 

She looked over at the table and frowned. “What if he tells me off? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.” 

“He won’t,” Madge comforted, resting a hand on Katniss’ knee. “But you won’t know until you go over and say hello. Here,” she tore off her name tag and ripped it in half, handing the two pieces over to Katniss. “Ask for a new name tag for me as your excuse to talk to him.” 

She gratefully took the stickers and stood up, glancing over at the table. Two people were in line, the first person animatedly talking to both Peeta and Delly she didn’t recognize from behind. Yes, she can do this. With one long shot of her drink, she went and stood in line, Madge giving a whoop of cheer in support. 

The wait wasn’t long. Five minutes tops before she was walking up to the table, the two pale blondes smiling up at her, reminding her of all those times in high school they’d be managing the ticket table at lunch for Student Council or the ticket booth for football and basketball games. 

“Katniss Everdeen!” Delly welcomed in her high-pitched squeaky voice that hasn’t changed a bit in ten years. “I thought I saw you around! You silly goose, how are you? What have you been up to? How has life been treating you? How is that lovely sister of yours?”

“Delly,” Katniss smiled. Even now, after all these years, it was hard not to reciprocate the woman’s warmth and energy. “Life’s been good, thanks. Can’t complain. Still living at home with my mom and sister. Prim’s fine. Going to school to be a doctor.”

“That’s amazing! And you’re a teacher now, I hear, right?” 

“Um—yes, I am.” Her eyes shifted to Peeta, who was all smiles as well, before focusing back on Delly. “I’m a high school choral director at the high school next town over.” 

“You did always have a beautiful voice,” Peeta stepped in and her legs almost turned to jello at the sound of his familiar yet somewhat deeper voice. “Inspiring students to find their voices.” Ever the wordsman, Peeta Mellark was. 

“Yes,” she blushed, unable to help herself. “Um. That’s a really nice way of saying I spend half my time telling my classes to quiet down so we can get some work done.” They laughed and that helped calm some of her anxiety. “How are you both? I haven’t seen either of you since we all left for college!” 

Delly answered first. “I’m a proud Stay-at-Home-Mom—” 

“Don’t get her started on her triplets or else we’ll be here all night,” Peeta teased, happily accepting Delly’s shove. 

“Wow,” Katniss breathed. “Triplets. That’s—that’s a lot of babies!” 

“That’s what Thom says—you remember Thom, right, Katniss? We all had gym together in eleventh grade. Well, he’s my amazing husband now and he’s always joking how we nailed it out of the park on the first try.” She held out her phone to show a picture of three chubby toddlers, two girls and a boy, smiling cheekily at the camera in nothing but their diapers. “Gretchen, Analise, and Tommy,” Delly explained, pointing to each happy baby. “They just turned three last month and boy, are they keeping me busy!” 

Katniss nodded. “They look adorable, Delly. Look just like you.” 

“Thank you. That’s what everyone says.” She put her phone away. “Anyone in your life, Katniss?” 

“Oh, um. No.” She looked down at the stickers in her hand, realizing she didn’t need it now with Delly talking a mile a minute. “Work keeps me pretty busy and most guys don’t understand why I prioritize a bunch of high schoolers over—well, everything.” She laughed, feeling a bit awkward now talking about her non-existent love life. 

Delly looked over at Peeta, a knowing look in her eyes. “Peeta knows exactly how that is.” 

“Delly,” he said, rolling his eyes at her. “I’m a high school art teacher,” he explained to Katniss. “And I run the school’s debate and speech teams for some extra money. So I get prioritizing your students over everything else.” 

Oh. She didn’t know he was a teacher, too. Well that made a lot of sense why it was a pain hunting him down on Facebook. How had she not put two and two together? “Elective teachers unite,” she joked half-heartedly, feeling nervous again now that the attention was on him. 

“May our program budgets always just barely make the cut,” he joined in, all smiles. She smiled back, unable to help herself. His smiles, familiar despite time away, always made her feel more at ease. 

“You know, ever since I had the triplets, my bladder has never been the same,” Delly abruptly said standing up. “I have to visit the potty. The bathroom,” she corrected herself. “We’re working on potty training right now. Peeta, guard the table while I’m away?” 

“Oh. Uh, sure thing, Dells.” 

“You keep a close eye on him, Katniss. Make sure he doesn’t cause any mischief,” Delly warned with a wag of her finger before walking away, waving to those she knew as she went, which seemed to be everyone.

Katniss stood there for a moment, forlornly watching their buffer leave. She barely knew Delly, but now as the curly-haired blonde left, she felt a bit of a betrayal of being left alone with Peeta. 

“You don’t have to watch over me,” Peeta said, her attention snapping back to him. “Delly was just teasing.” 

“Oh no, it’s okay.” It wasn’t, not really, but admitting that would make things ten times more awkward. “Madge is my supposed date tonight, but she’s been spending more time in the bathroom than with me. So it’s fine. Um.” Just get it over with! “How are you, Peeta?” 

“I’m fine, Katniss. Thank you for asking.” 

“Of course, of course.” Wishing she’d consumed more alcohol before pursuing this quest, she went forth, “I heard you moved back into town. With your brother?” 

He shook his head. “I forgot how small this town is. Yeah. I moved back. Go on and ask.” He motioned at her, rolling his eyes. “About my engagement. Everyone’s been asking about it.” 

Katniss winced. “I didn’t want to pry, but yeah, I heard.” 

“As did many others.” He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I’m fine, really. I broke it off with her, actually. Wasn’t a right fit,” he explained. “I didn’t think it fair to either of us to continue further, but it still hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Peeta.” But was she really, though? Was she seriously happy about a guy she hadn’t spoken to in over ten years being single again? God, she was a horrible person. “But it sounds like you did the mature thing. Breaking it off like that.” 

He shrugged. “That’s what everybody tells me.” 

Someone came up behind her and she stepped aside as Peeta snapped into greetings mode. It was amazing watching him change so swiftly like that. Some people truly never changed, she realized, remembering how quickly he seemed to change moods at the flip of a switch. He did it the day she broke things off with him. How his eyes cascaded down in disappointment and she’d wondered if he might cry after confessing how he felt about her for all this time, but then someone had walked in, calling out to them, and he became all smiles and acted like nothing drastic had happened between them.

It was a bit unsettling, the more she thought about it now. 

The line of late comers started growing and Delly still hadn’t returned. Deciding to keep her promise, Katniss took a seat next to Peeta and smiled as another former classmate stepped up, ignoring the quizzical look he sent her as they were asked questions about times for the planned events and how they both were doing. Many assumed they were married now, remembering how close the two were in high school, and thank god for Peeta stepping in and saving her stumbling tongue, explaining how Katniss was just keeping Delly’s seat warm until she returned and that they hadn’t seen each other until tonight. 

After the third or fourth classmate assumed their matrimonial union, Katniss laughed, picking at the ripped sticker she’d stuck to her skirt for safe keeping. “I didn’t realize so many people remembered us together.” 

“Small town school,” he reminded her, his tone light and joking. Like she didn’t stupidly break his heart. “I’m not surprised they remembered you. You forget how much of an effect you have on people, Katniss.” 

Her cheeks warmed. “I think you mean yourself there, Mr. Popular. I was that awkward band and choir girl with the braces who never shut up about why the Baroque style was far superior to Classical.” 

“I remember those rants fondly,” Peeta laughed. “Your face would get all pinched because I barely knew what you were talking about, so I couldn’t offer any opinion. And I loved those braces! The silver brackets really brought out the silver in your eyes.” 

She rolled her eyes, remembering that line he used to pull every time she complained about her teeth. “Well I’m happy to say those days are gone. I’ve been metal-free since college.” 

“Took that long, huh?” 

“I’m pretty sure my orthodontist was just milking it for my money those last three years,” she laughed. “My teeth looked pretty straight to me.” Katniss smiled widely, showing off her white, straight teeth she suffered many mouth cuts and rubber band snaps to achieve. He joined her and wow. It really did feel like no time had passed between them. Like they were just a couple of teens back in high school, making fun of a teacher or a douchey classmate. 

Peeta looked down at the table, tapping his pen in thought. “You know,” he said after a moment, still looking down, “I am free from this table at 7.”

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “If people haven’t arrived in the first hour and a half, that’s their loss.”

“It is,” he smiled, glancing up at her. Yes, his eyes were still as clear blue as she remembered, and was it possible for eyelashes to grow? His looked longer now. “If you’d be fine with it, Katniss, I’d like to catch up with you some more.” Was it her imagination or did he seem nervous? That made no sense. She broke his heart. If anyone should be nervous, it was her. And she was. The constant flutter in her stomach more noticeable now with her sitting so close to him. 

“Oh. Um.” It was her turn to look down at her hands. “Okay. Sure. Yeah, that’d be great.” 

Peeta seemed uncertain, though. “Are you sure? Was I too forward just now? Sorry, ever since my break-up, I seem to be a bit rusty talking with people.” That was hard to believe. 

“No, no!” Katniss rushed to assure him. “I just—didn’t think you’d really want to catch up after how we ended things.” There. She mentioned it. Old heartbreak was out there now. “I know I messed things up pretty badly.” 

To her surprise, Peeta laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, that is water under the bridge, Katniss. I was stupid and should have picked up on the vibes you were sending me.” 

“And I was stupid, too,” she said, a bit shyly. 

“High schoolers can be pretty stupid.” 

“I don’t know,” she smiled. “Mine seem a lot smarter than when we were that age.” 

“Mine too.” He pretended to think. “Perhaps we were just idiots and it has nothing to do with how young we were.” 

She laughed. “Maybe.” 

He tapped her pen with his. “To being idiots?” 

“To being idiots.” She tapped his pen back. 

And at 7 o’clock sharp, Peeta declared it was time they drank until they got so drunk, it was like they were back at Finnick Odair’s Friday night after-game parties. Katniss happily agreed, sternly reminding him she wasn’t going to make out with him tonight like they used to do in the toolshed during those parties, causing him to burst out laughing. Quickly scrawling out Madge’s name on a new sticker, she told Peeta she’d meet him at the bar. 

“I have to give my date her sticker.” He told her the booze waited for no one and headed to where a group of their classmates were chanting for someone to “Chug! Chug! Chug!” She smiled and went back to Madge, who was chatting with Leevy Anderson, an old friend of hers. 

“Well,” Madge asked after Leevy excused herself. “You were gone an awful long time. Did you get my sticker?” Katniss handed it to her with a smile. “I take it things went well? Or were you just sputtering out nonsense.” 

“It went very well,” Katniss told her, glancing over at the bar where Peeta stood, holding two drinks out, one clearly being hers. “We’re going to get crazy drunk now because this night has been extremely long for both of us. I hope you’re fine driving me?” 

“One of us needs to get crazy drunk tonight,” Madge laughed, patting her stomach. “Drink for me, too?” 

“Of course.” 

“Going to make out with Peeta Mellark like old times?” her friend teased, noticing Peeta now. “I’m sure there’s a closet you two can sneak into.” 

Katniss scoffed at her friend’s blatant assumption. “No, we’re not making out tonight, Madge.” Madge nodded, taking a sip of her pop. “We might next Friday, though,” she added a bit coyly. “He’s taking me out to dinner.” And she walked away before her friend could say anything further.

[realismreading]

No one asked for it, but here’s a Jules/Arsinoe wedding. 

“Do we really have to have a huge ceremony in the temple?” Arsinoe whined. 

Mirabella sent her a disapproving glare as she hurriedly stitched up the hemline of Arsinoe’s dress. She was nowhere near the seamstress that Katharine was, but with the youngest already fixing Jules’ straps over at the Milone house, Mirabella was left to fix Arsinoe’s. Goddess only knew the mess Arsinoe would make of it. 

Willa had spent six years mending all their clothes, and had tried for eighteen months to teach the triplets basic sewing skills with easy tasks. 

Katharine had continued with her work, taking great pride and joy in her natural knack for it. 

Mirabella had for a little while, until Rho had frightened her out of it. The priestess had told her that having so many sharp objects around a queen was dangerous, and unless she wanted to be poked to death by her sisters before she reached sixteen, she would leave the sewing to the professionals in Rolanth. 

Arsinoe, however, was more for creating holes in her clothes rather than mending them. She was a natural at it, that was for sure. She always had been.

“It’s important that we keep to tradition.” Mirabella insisted. 

“Why?” Arsinoe asked. “It’s not as if anything in the last three years has been traditional. All three of us survived the Ascension, we gave up our thrones and crowns, we bent the knee to Jules and we don’t have to wear just black anymore. I don’t get why this, of all things, has to be traditional.” 

“We may not be of the Goddess’ line anymore, but we still have to honour her, and show the people that we respect our island’s culture.” Mirabella said. 

“Don’t you think people are mad?” Arsinoe asked. 

“Why on earth would they be mad at a wedding? If anything, I’m sure they’re relieved. Jules has been Queen Crowned for three years, and she’s only just getting married.” 

“Well, we’re the old line.” Arsinoe said. “What if they see this as a way for us to reclaim power?” 

“They wont.” 

“But what if-”

“Arsinoe, they won’t.” Mirabella insisted. “You’re marrying Jules because you want to, yes?” Arsinoe nodded. “And Jules is marrying you because she wants to, correct?” Arsinoe nodded again. “Well, then what’s there to worry about?”

“Why do you have to be the logical one?” 

“Because I’m the eldest, and I have infinite knowledge.” Mirabella said. She tied of the last of the thread, turned the dress back to the correct way and stood, shaking the fabric out. “There, I think that should do it. Come on, get changed. Let me see my baby sister in her wedding dress.”

“You’ve seen me in it before.” Arsinoe argued. 

“But not when it’s perfect.” Mirabella said. “Kat has made some alterations as well. Hurry up, Syn! Anyone would think we had hours until the ceremony. Only you and Jules would leave it until the hour before to say that the hem and the sleeves aren’t right.”

“Still can’t believe we’re being forced into dresses.” Arsinoe mumbled as she took the dress from her sister and went behind the nearby screen to get changed. 

Both her and Jules would be wearing white dresses laced with a few pale green patterns along the ends of their sleeves, necklines and hemlines to pay homage to the naturalism they both held dear. 

Arsinoe’s dress was not as tightly fit as she’d dreaded, thinking of nothing worse than a corset and all that restrictive fabric. 

Instead, the skirt was small and tapered out slightly, the sleeves were long to hide her scars, the neckline was comfortably high an inch or so below her collarbone and the torso was made of accommodating fabric so that she could still breathe and walk and eat and drink to her heart’s content. Not having to wear a corset was a small victory that she relished in. 

When she stepped out from behind the screen ten minutes later, confused at all the fabric and getting all twisted and turned around at least four times as she tried to arrange everything, Mirabella’s eyes misted up and she clasped her hands together, looking immensely proud. 

“You look beautiful.” She said. 

“Cheers.” Arsinoe replied. 

“Come here, let me sort your hair out. I really wish you hadn’t cut it last night.”

“It needed doing.” 

“Not the night before your wedding.” 

“I thought I had to look my best?” Arsinoe said, letting her sister drag her fingers through the short strands. 

“Yes, but you could’ve waited twenty four hours so I had a little more to work with.” 

“It’s neat, it’s wavy, what more do you want?”

“It was neat and wavy. Now it looks like you’ve been dragged through a rosebush backwards.” 

“That’s what it felt like trying to get into this bloody dress.” Arsinoe complained. “Honestly, I don’t know why I couldn’t just wear a nice pair of trousers and a shirt. Maybe a tie, just to please the temple.” 

“Just play by the rules for today, Arsinoe.” Mirabella said. “Goddess knows you haven’t for most of your life. Right, okay, I’m done. Shoes on, and let’s go. We’ll be late.” 

~

Arsinoe and Jules flopped down onto their shared bed - which was really just their two cots in the Milone house pushed up against each other - full of giggles and too much wine. The taste of it was disgusting, but after the first few sips, they’d gotten used to it enough to keep drinking. They were comfortably tipsy now. Both were still in their dresses. 

Jules looked much better than Arsinoe, in a moss green dress sleeveless dress in a similar fit to Arsinoe’s. Her neckline was slightly lower, and the hemline higher. Neither felt like getting up again to get changed, they just grabbed ahold of their shared favourite woollen blackets and bundled up beneath it, facing each other. 

“Well?” Jules whispered. 

“Well what?” Arsinoe asked. 

“Is being married worth wearing the dress?” Arsinoe remembered now. 

Before they’d been parted that morning, Arsinoe had jokingly said that married life better be worth having to suffer a dress. She hadn’t really meant anything by it, just meaning to alleviate some of Jules’ nerves. 

Arsinoe smiled, raising a hand and cupping Jules’ face with it, her thumb stroking her wife’s cheekbone. 

“If it meant marrying you? Yes.” She whispered. The two smiled, pressed their lips together and slowly drifted into sleep, hands linked between them and the comfortable weight of a ring on their fingers. 

[saokpe]

HDLW SIbling Week 2020 Day 1: Adventure

It’s time to celebrate the most chaotic quartet of siblings know to duck kind with little DnD inspired fic! 

@hdlwsiblingweek2020

Ducks and Dragons

“Are we ready to start our adrenaline pumping adventure!” An ecstatic Huey proclaims over the table. His siblings occupying the remaining seats, hovering their confused gazes over a collection of figures, plastic dice, and hardcover books.

“So, uhm-” Louie begins, still analyzing the display of trinkets ahead of him, “-this is a game about pretending to go on adventures, a thing we do almost every day?” The duck’s cynical suspicion directs itself towards the cap-wearing triplet, the 10-inch cardboard wall between them doing little to block it. 

“It’s not only about going on an adventure, dear Llewellyn-” Huey agonizingly teases, “It’s about making a story!”

“Wait, wait, wait, do these colorful rocks have NUMBERS on them!” Dewey intersects, ruthlessly inspecting one of the oddly shaped dice, “I thought you said this was going to be fun! This looks like MATH!” The brother’s biting fury echoes.

“Oh c’mon guys.” Webby attempts to calm the derailing group, “I’m sure this’ll be fun. So I get that these plastic toys are to throw at other players, but what about this sheet of paper?” The girl raises the assigned and already filled character sheet, her innocently oblivious eyes curling curiously.

“No-” Huey stops himself from spewing the erratic words that were sure to fly in his frustration, “Why don’t we just start playing and see what happens from there, ok?”

“Alright.”

“Okey-dokey.”

“Better than whatever Scrooge had planned for the evening.”

“Perfect,” Huey takes a deep breath, scanning over his story notes quickly before re-addressing the party. “The night sets across the peaceful landscape, soon to rise again. Beneath the twilight, a tavern proved lively and bustling. A truth one realizes once they enter through its welcoming walls looking for a group which can help in a mission placed upon them by those that be, something that your character, Webby, is experiencing right now.”

“Oh cool!” Webby looks over to the table, “Is this when we start throwing stuff?”

“No; Dewey,” Dewey dismisses the perplexing dice he fiddled with throughout his brother’s monologue, gifting his attention to Huey now that he called his name, “-you said you were a Bard, right?”

“Yes!” He answers confidently, allowing himself to think the question through after the fact. He leans closer to the game master, “That’s the one that sings, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes! I am a Bard!” Dewey’s previous enthusiasm manifests.

“Alright then. Webby, your character, as they dash inside the busy establishment, the sound of blasting music welcomes you. You see, standing above the sea of guests, an extravagantly dressed…” Huey signals towards the now enthralled Dewey, his awestruck gaze not shifting at the motion. Seeing no difference, he waves again.

“What is this, what are you doing?” Dewey, still maintaining his smile, asks impatiently.

“Describe your character.” Huey returns, whispering between his teeth.

“OH!” The Bard straightens up, “I’m wearing a loose contortment of cut up robes of various different colors,  and, and, he has this really cool guitar thing that kinda looks like an egg, which was weird and cool and I imagine it sounds like an electric guitar and he is rocking it, I mean totally destroying the stage. And-”

“Yeah, you get the picture,” Huey interrupts, directing himself at one awfully silent player. “How about you, Louie, what class are you?”

“Huh?” The addressed duck doesn’t move from his slouched seat, his hand fidgeting restlessly with the phone he placed his full attention on. “I don’t know, Geography.”

“I mean your Ducks and Dragons class.” Huey’s monotone corrects, sizzling annoyance in every word.

“Oh,” The brother looks over to his increasingly complex character sheet, darting across it in search of this so-called class. “Ah! Here it is.” His eyes narrow as his hands pull the piece of paper closer to his eyes, “Rogooe? Roge? Rojue?” 

“A rogue, got it.” The dismissive voice of Huey clears, a lack of further enthusiasm in his tone. “Webby, as you continue to travel through the various tables and chairs, you notice the figure you were told spent his nights in the dusted corners of the tavern you stood in. Counting the shining amulets of small gold pieces, Louie would you please describe your character.”

“Right, right, uhm, Class: Rogwe, Race: Elf… Duck? Background: Charlatan, Experience Points: 0, and Player Name: Louie Duck!” Louie triumphantly tosses the paper back to his corner of the table, falling back to his seat, staring over to his brother’s dumbfounded face with a smug and arrogant snicker.

A deep sigh sounds through the table before Huey continues, “So you see this Elf Duck, seemingly unaware of your permeating gaze, what do you do?”

“I walk towards him.” 

“Ok, Louie, just as you are about to account for the last of your previous odd job’s payment, this huge looming figure shadows over you. Webby if you could please describe your character.”

“Of course!” Webby raises from her seat, tilting her shoulder as she prepares her speech, directing her body to the somewhat disinterested Louie, catching his attention. “Standing before you, enveloping you, trapping you in their intimidating silhouette is the plated figure of a Half-Orc. Shattered armoring stabbed and overgrown over their bulging muscles, their tusks matching the dark greens of their slashed and scarred skin. My expression matching those with little value for life, I sit at the opposite side of your empty table.”

“Do you do anything about it.”

“No…” Louie responds in a petrified, wide eyed, and high pitched squeal. His now straightened and attentive body shaking as it prepares for conversation. 

Clearing her throat, Webby prepares her following sentence, which emergers in a voice that isn’t her own. Deep and gravely, a tone probably acquired from various almost-fatal strikes to the jugular, the frightening figure tells Louie’s character. “Are you Laten?”

“We’re doing scary voices now?” Louie, his voice quivering over the overpowering presence of this alter-ego his sister had made for herself, directs to the game master. 

Huey shrugs in response. 

“You mean AWESOME voice! Go on, keep going!” Dewey waves, resting his chins over his palm as he anticipates the following interaction.

“Alright then,” The cowardly duck relaxes himself for a second, allowing the immediate paranoia to wash over before responding, “Depends on who’s asking?”

“Name’s Worerdurk, I have a job for you.”

“Hey Huey, it says here that I’m a Thief Rojue, does Webby’s character have, like, a money pouch or something,” Louie breaks character.

“OOOOOOOH-” Dewey begins, “You’re gonna steal from the big giant Half-Orc person!?” 

“Just gonna check.” A mischievous grin can’t help but manifest itself over the lying schemer’s face.

“Roll a perception check then.” Huey instructs.

“Uhm,” The previously smiling duck looks down to his basically encoded paper, “What would that be?” 

“Oh, over here.“ Webby leans from her side of the table, knocking over many of the placed figurines, pointing to the skill section of the character sheet. 

“No! Don’t help him Webby, he’s gonna steal all your gold!” Dewey attempts to prevent foreseen disaster. 

“It’s alright, it’s just a game.” The victimized party assures.

The still singing Bard’s player thinks the question over, eventually whispering to himself, “No… it’s a story…”

“Ok, what do I need to roll?” Louie, still unsure in his statements, asks.

“The d20.” Huey casually instructs.

“And that would be the…?”

“The bigger round one.”

“Got it! Alright…” Llewelyn’s hand grasps onto the small plastic dice, his forearms vibrating, bouncing the tool between their fingers before it’s released, clashing across the table. “I got an 18 plus something.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely enough. You look across Worerdurk’s outfit and it seems to you that they don’t have any money on them.”

“What?” Louie’s surprise is directed back to the smiling Webby, “You expect me to do a job with you for no money then?”

“Oh, I promise you a hefty amount of gold will fill your pockets. But I think we might need a third party.” The grizzled voice suggests.

“Oh, do I hear that! Can I go over there?!” Dewey, quickly excited, bounces and pleads to his elder brother.

“Ehhh, it’s a bit Meta-gamey, but sure, why not. Your performance has ended and you rush to the corner of the tavern.”

“I don’t know what that means, but HELL YEAH!”

“So as you guys are discussing this, emerging from the stage at the opposite side of the building is an attention grabbing Duckling.”

“A Duckling? Like a child?” Webby attest. 

“Yes!” Dewey answers.

“No.” Huey corrects.

“No!” Dewey repeats.

“A Duckling is like a different race, like Elf Ducks and Half-Orcs, their traditionally not very tall, this fellow that ran over isn't much different.”

“HEY! HI! I’m Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewerius, Dewerius the Amazing and Awesome, the coolest of my triplets and a very talented performer, it’s a pleasure.”

The table of players meet each other's gaze before resting them over the unrefined Dewey. Huey questions, “Is, uhm, Dewerius-”

“Dewerius the Amazing and Awesome."

“Dewerius the Amazing and Awesome, is he supposed to, y’know, represent a specific someone or is inspired by maybe his player or?”

“Hmm, let me think- nope, not at all, now,” He looks back to Louie and Webby, elegantly singing, partly out of note, “Are we going on an adventure or not?”

“Yes,” Louie naturally falls into character, the fluidity forcing a smile on Huey’s beak. “What exactly are we doing, Worerdurk?”

“The biggest hoarder of gold in all the land has a rather large bounty on their head, I was looking for some help to spend all of it once we kill em?”

“Ooooooh, and who is this shrewd gazillionaire? Don’t say Scrooge, this is gonna get really awkward if you say it's Scrooge.” Dewey’s charisma saps to a deadpan monotone.

“Oh don’t worry my tiny friend,” Webby’s harsh imitation of gruffness assures, “Think more a fire breathing dragon.”

“Well that’s definitely interesting,” Laten speaks out, “Only legend speaks of the wealth they carry, you can count me in.”

“And count me three!” Dewey, I mean Dewerius (the Amazing and Awesome) adds. 

“Perfect. Uhm… So what do we do now?” Webby returns to her usual voice, honest bewilderment in the question. She shares an eye with the rest of her party only to be met with the same insecurity.

“Well you can do anything you want!” Huey, still recovering from the serotonin of his family's enjoyment of the hobby, optimistically yells out.

“Anything?” Dewey asks again.

“Yes! Anything! That’s the beauty of D&D, the world is your oyster, it's a game where you can do and create anything that comes to your imaginations!” 

The playing siblings share a mischievous smile as the realization of what the excited declaration implied falls over the game master. As an almost telepathic link befell Webby, Dewey, and Louie; Huey screams out:

“Wait! No-”

The party then proceeded to spend the next four hours doing literally anything but killing a dragon. An unexpected turn for the story that Huey did not plan for. Poor kid.

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