#ok but wOW i love this answer for della like

[lunarspearedarchive]

what poisonous flowering plant are you?

            belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

tagged by: no one, i stole it from @tm83s​ <3

[therivergirl]

So, that last post I made, the ask I answered? Well, it also led to me writing this. Donsy humour and fluff with little plot and some random shenanigans happening in the background!

Summary:

It's been about a month since the defeat of F.O.W.L., and Daisy and Donald barely had a moment alone since. But, even with kids on a sleepover at the Sabrewings house, will the coupla manage to have a simple, low-key, home date, or is the McDuck manor just chaos magnet of greatest strength?

CW: some allusions to sex

Full work:

Donald and Daisy were on his houseboat. It was early evening, tasty dinner for two was bubbling on the stove, a selection of romantic films set on the side table.

A bit more than a month has passed since the defeat of F.O.W.L. A month filled with dealing with the fallout of said defeat, emotional secrets being revealed, Scrooge’s business being uprooted, media showing their beaks into their lives.

For Donald and Daisy, it also meant dealing with a whole lot of paperwork as, even with Scrooge’s lawyers pulling strings and pushing the legal adoption of the girls much faster than it would be possible in normal circumstances, the process was still stressful for everyone involved. Daisy was now truly finding her place in the chaotic family, having moved in with Donald. To top it all off, the usual shenanigans that came with being a part of the McDuck extended clan did not subside. If anything, while everyone, even Scrooge, was taking a break from grand adventures, everyday mischief was stronger than ever with six kids around.

And while Donald and Daisy loved their family dearly, they wanted a night for themselves. They needed a breather. They needed a simple date night.

“So,” Daisy said, pouring a glass of wine. She was wearing a dark blue of-the shoulder dress with pink lace trim, one of her own designs, “the girls...”

“...and the boys,” Donald filled in.

“Yes, the boys too, are at the Sabrewings who graciously offered to host tonight’s sleepover. Poor souls, they don’t know what they are getting themselves into.”

“Della and Penny are having sparring matches in the hangar, which means they will remain distracted until one of them collapses.” Donald took a glass from Daisy. He wore his nice jacket and shirt; they were at home but it still felt nice to dress up for the date.

“We asked Launchpad and Drake to distract Storkules with video games…”

“…and everyone else just wants a calm, relaxing night just like we do. Everyone else being Scrooge, Beakley and Duckworth who will not bother us.” Donald finished for her.

“And you are making a dinner that smells divine, we have a nice bottle of wine and a plethora of films we never managed to get around to watching together,” Daisy set her glass on the table and wrapped her arms around Donald’s waist, “I missed this, moments we had for just the two of us.”

Donald set his glass away as well, pulling Daisy into an embrace and kissing her softly, “I missed it too,” he pulled away from the embrace, “Now, shall we start with some appetizer?”

“Wow, you even made appetizers?” she was surprised. She spent most of her day at work and had no idea what exactly Donald was planning.

“They are really just bruschetta with leftover zucchini sauce from yesterday,” Donald said sheepishly.

“And that was a very good sauce, so the bruschetta must be really good too! Which movie should we watch first?”

“Maybe Bridget Jays’ Diary?”

“Sure! Or, maybe we should start with some period piece, like, Sense and Sensibility, or Emma?”

Donald raised his eyebrow suspiciously, “Do you just want to gush over costumes again?”

“YES!”

“Ok, but in that case, we’re also watching La La Land! I want at least one musical tonight!”

“Deal!” Daisy said, “you get the food, I’ll start the film!”

“Which one?”

“Bridget Jays! We’ve got time to see them all! Hey, can we agree that we’re not watching anything sad?” she asked, picking through DVD boxes.

“Sure?”

“In that case, I’m removing The Notepad from the ‘Movies to watch’ basket, that film makes me bawl my eyes out every time!” she picked a DVD box and set it aside.

Donald walked over to her, setting the plate with bruschetta on the end table, “Never saw what the big deal was with that film,” he shrugged.

“Oh my goodness, Donald!” Daisy gasped, “It’s so sad!”

“It can be so messed up!” Donald frowned.

“Fine, there are moments that are messed up, but the ending makes me cry! Next, you’ll tell me you don’t cry when Jack Dogson dies in Titanic!”

Donald scratched his neck, “I cry at the very ending…and at the orchestra scene…”

“Well, Titanic is out of the basket as well,” She took another DVD box out and tossed it aside. “Why do you even have The Notepad if you dislike it?”

“It’s not mine, it’s Drake’s. I asked him to lend me some films from his collection since my romantic film collection was lacking, thought you might like it. Seems like I was right.”

“Oh Don,” Daisy said, blushing. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Well, we don’t have to watch the films you dislike, any other here you have issues with?”

“No. I do agree with you, I want something cute and romantic and without sad endings!”

“Ok,” Daisy popped in Bridget Jays’ Diary DVD into the player, “this feels nostalgic, I can’t remember the last time I watched something on DVD and not on the laptop.”

“Not to mention the film is old,” Donald said, “I was a kid when I first saw it.”

The two settled on the sofa, Daisy leaned on Donald and he pulled a blanket over them. Daisy pressed the play button and the two were ready to enjoy Bridget Jays’ romantic shenanigans.

But, before Bridget even finished her sad, loner dance, they heard someone on the deck.

“Maybe it’s just Mrs Beakley coming to ask for sugar?” Daisy suggested.

“Friend Donald!” a joyous voice bellowed from the deck.

“Oh no!” Donald’s face fell.

“I think you said Drake had him distracted!”

“He should have,” Donald said, pulling out his phone. He had a few texts from Drake.

Hey Buddy, sorry, but your friend ran off to your houseboat to get something he apparently forgot

We tried to stop him

But you know

He’s a demigod…

So, yeah, if you’re doing stuff on the sofa, better stop!

“Drake, I will kill you!” Donald said as Storkules descended down the stairs.

“Friend Donald, Fair Daisy!”

“Storkules, what did I say…” Donald warned.

“Oh, thy shan’t worry, Friend Donald! I have simply forgotten mine room key here earlier today. I have decided that it would be better if I disturbed thy date at the beginning of it, rather than later. My apologies if I have caused a disturbance, I shall return to the game night with Launchpad and Drake immediately.”

Donald and Daisy let out breaths of relief, “It’s ok Storkules,” Daisy said.

“Just, don’t bother us later,” Donald said bluntly.

“Unless there is an emergency,” Daisy added.

“And we do mean an emergency. At the very least, something being on fire!”

“Do not fret, friends! I am capable of putting out flames myself,” he picked something up from the kitchen counter, “I have found mine keys and from now till the end of the I shall only disturb you again for the greatest of needs! Farewell, friends!”

“Bye Storkules!” the two sent him off, very mild exasperation in their voice.

“Well, it was naïve to expect an evening without any bumps,” Donald said, “And Storkules finally learned how to read the room.”

“Or maybe he is just really into whatever game he, Drake and Launchpad are playing,” Daisy said, snuggling closer to Donald, “Now, let’s watch the film and eat those bruschettas before they grow cold!”

….

They were barely 20 minutes into the film when they heard weird splashing sounds from outside the boat.

“Who is coming to swim now?” Daisy wondered. “If it’s Drake, LP and Storkules I’m going to show their beach towels where the sun don’t- erm, sorry, they are our friends…”

“Oh, no I agree entirely! But what’s weird is that is sounded like someone diving out of the pool, without said person falling into it first,” Donald frowned.

The splashing continued, and the couple exchanged a glance. Resigned, Donald pauses the film to go check what was going on but, as he got to his feet a spectre suddenly flew into the houseboat through one of the walls.

“WHAT THE-” Donald stuttered, falling back on the sofa as Daisy let out a surprised scream. The greenish, transparent figure of an old goose dressed in a toga floated in the middle of the room, seeming very, very displeased.

Before the two got their bearings, another spectre, a large black figure with horns and glowing red eyes, flew in, ramming into the first one. Daisy yelped again, ready to fight both figures as the black one forced the first one through the floorboards.

“Hey, you two better not mess up the engine below!” Donald yelled after them. “Where is my ghost fighting equipment?”

A moment later, the black figure appeared again, making Daisy jump and hurl her plat at it. The ghost simply caught it and then changed his form. Duckworth, dressed in his leisure clothing, stood in front of the couple.

“Apologies for the disturbance,” he said, putting the plate down, “I was playing my regular chess match with Hades when a couple of souls escaped Hades and I decided to help Hades round them up. One of them decided to leave the underworld right under Killmotor hill. “Also, apologies to miss Daisy. I believe you have not yet witnessed my more intimidating form.”

“No,” Daisy said, breathing heavily “I can’t say that I have.”

“Well, I will you two alone now. Enjoy your evening!” Duckworth said, floating into the ground.

“Can’t we have one peaceful night?” Daisy asked.

“I warned you, this family and this house especially is pure chaos. This night is tame,” Donald said.

“Oh, I know that tonight is tame. I remember the girls summoning the ancient god of shrubbery last week! Why is there even such a thing as the ancient god of shrubbery!?”

“I don’t know,” Donald said, “But those were two interruptions. How about,” he took out a small candle from the bag he took out of the cupboard and lit it, “There. Violet and Lena got this for me, it should keep the ghosts, except Duckworth because I don’t want to be rude, out of the houseboat. Now, where were we?”

“I believe Bridget was just about to meet Mark,” Daisy said, getting back on the sofa.

….

They watched the film and then sat down to eat dinner. Pasta with salmon, one or both of their favourites.

And then Donald got a text from Tyrian.

“Don?”

“The girls are doing magical shenanigans at the Sabrewings,” Donald said.

Daisy was pensive for a moment, “Could we go check on them? Please? I know it’s par per course for them but, you know,” She shrugged.

Donald sighed, setting his wine glass down, “You’re worried, that’s understandable. And while I do believe the kids will be fine, I don’t want the guys to get too in over their heads. Ty and Indy, that is,” Donald said, looking at the text again. “They do seem freaked out. Maybe we should have asked Della and Penny to take Storkules with them and have LP and Drake do the sleepover at St. Canard…they are used to chaos.”

“Well, too late now,” Daisy said, “Let’s just go check on the kids!"

The two got off the boat and rushed towards Donald’s car, almost bumping into Beakley on their way.

“Sorry Mrs B,” Donald said.

“What are you two doing out here, I thought you wanted a nice romantic dinner at the houseboat?” Beakley asked.

“We were,” Daisy answered, “But Tyrian just called Donald, he sounded worried.”

“Ah, yes, he informed me as well,” Beakley said, completely calm, “tried reaching to me first.”

“So, why are you not coming too,” Daisy wondered.

“Donald, Daisy, let me ask, what did Tyrian tell you the children were doing?”

“Trying out levitation spells and apparently May accidentally made Louie and Dewey float!” Daisy said, apprehensive.

“Yes. Now, on the scale of 1 to 10, how outlandish does that sound for an average sleepover? For our kids, at least? And keep in mind that, today, the entire gang is at the Sabrewings, all ten of the kids. So the scale is skewed.”

“Well, there is no ancient shrubbery gods…” Daisy said.

“Or monster summons,” Donald pointed out.

“Those two events, at least to my experience, barely amount to a 6. A simple levitation spell is a mere 2. Also, do you not think that I wouldn’t already have gone there if I thought there was an issue?” Beakley asked. Both adults frowned, searching for a good argument.

“I understand that you both worry, Donald you always had enough reason to be. Daisy, you are still new to all of this. And you are new parents plus this is the first time that your girls are at a sleepover happening at someone else’s house.”

“We were just going to check on them! Tell them not to escalate things further,” Daisy said.

“I already had Dewey and Webby promise me not to take things too far. Those two are usually the instigators. I also asked Lena to be careful, as she is the one with magic. They promised to be careful,”

“Well…” Donald said, apprehensive. It’s not that he didn’t trust the kids. But Dewey and Webby promising to keep things calm and normal was like asking a child not to go crazy in a toy store.

Beakley noticed Donald’s apprehension, “I also asked Huey and Violet to promise me the same and they each swore on their Woodchuck honour to keep things in check,” she added, “Violet, in particular, would like to host a sleepover with all her friends at her place again and that will not happen if she were to spook her fathers with the first one!”

“But what’s about the levitation spells?” Daisy asked.

“Well, expecting those ten not to experiment with any magic or fight practice during a sleepover is like expecting sky not to be blue,” Beakley said, “Tyrian and Indigo will simply have to deal with that on their own. They are raising Violet and Lena, I’m sure they can handle it. Plus, they need to learn.”

Donald seemed convinced the moment Beakley mentioned Huey and Violet giving their Woodchuck promise. Daisy still seemed a bit unsure.

“Listen,” Beakley said, “we have had a very exhausting month. You two more than many. You deserve a rest. The kids will be fine, they can handle it. And if the Sabrewings can’t handle one sleepover, then, and this might sound harsh, they have no business parenting Violet and Lena.”

“That…I agree with,” Donald said, looking at still apprehensive Daisy reassuringly. “But I’m certain Ty and Indy will be able to handle it.”

“You two deserve some time by yourselves," Beakley said calmly. "And from the levels of frustration, you are both exhibiting, I’m going to assume this is not the first disturbance you had this evening. Go ahead, have your date. If the Sabrewings call with genuine concern, I promise I will go handle it myself. And those three himbos in the garage playing video games will come with me.”

Daisy considered the older woman’s words.

“We can always call the kids and ask them directly how they are doing,” Donald offered. “Besides, if there was really an issue, I’m pretty sure Ty and Indy wouldn’t be asking, Hey the kids are practising spells, should we be worried? They'd more likely call in a panic asking us to come immediately.”

“You have a point there,” Daisy let out a breath of relief, “Sorry I got a bit in over my head, and thanks to both of you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” Beakley said, “Have a nice evening,” she said, walking towards the manor.

“We could still go check on them if you need it to settle your nerves,” Donald suggested.

“No, I trust your judgement. But I would like to give them a call, to be certain!”

“Of course,”.

….

“There,” Donald said, as they finished talking to the kids and got a few words in with Indigo as well, “Everything is fine. And June says the same thing. Also, Huey just promised me to keep the things chill as well.”

“Ok, good,” Daisy said, “Again, sorry if I freaked out a bit:”

“It’s all right,” he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

“I mean, now that I think better about it, levitation spells sound like something I would have done at sleepovers if I had the resources," Daisy chuckled, "I have done plenty of Light as a feather, stiff as a board incantations in my teen years. This simply seems like one step beyond that.”

“And Beakley is right, it’s time that Sabrewings get a bit of a taste of our kid's sleepover at full force.”

“Indy sounded a bit overwhelmed, but with all ten of them there, I don’t blame him. That really is trial by fire.”

“They do live in a relatively normal house, though. I mean, I know that their house is haunted, but the ghost is apparently a laid-back young adult guy who just wants to be left alone. But the kids don’t have the same access to magical artefacts they have here.”

“So,” Daisy took a sip of wine, “now that we made sure kids are safe, what is next on the schedule?”

“The dinner,” Donald said, “I made your-”

“I know,” Daisy laughed, “one of my favourites. You said it three times! No need to brag about it,” she joked.

“You be the judge of that,” Donald offered to feed her a spoon of the sauce. She accepted.

“Mmmmm,” Daisy savoured in the taste, “Forget what I said, you have bragging rights for this!”

“Could you get me the plates?”

“Sure, here you go!” she offered. As Donald placed the food on the plate, they heard the noise outside.

“Ugh, what is now?” Donald wondered and the two walked up on the deck.

In the middle of the lawn, Duckworth was wrestling against three ghosts, “Don’t worry, you two,” he shouted to them, “I have it under control, you go back to enjoying your romantic evening!”

At that moment, they heard people approaching from behind the manor and two sparring figures strutted to the lawn.

“You should just give up! You know I have more stamina!” Della shouted. Great, they moved their sparring practice from the hanger to the yard, Donald lamented in his mind.

“Moonlanders don’t give up! What is that?” Penumbra snapped her head towards the wrestling ghosts, pausing in her attacks.

“Seems like Duckworth is in trouble,” Della said, lowering her sowrd “oh I got an idea! The first one to banish a ghost, wins!”

“Deal!” Penumbra agreed and both women ran up to the ghosts shouting like Amazon warriors, their weapons raised.

“Idiots,” Duckworth shouted at them as they passed through the ghosts harmlessly, “you can’t defeat spectres with regular weapons!”

“Hey, what is the commotion?” Another voice joined the noise as Drake, Launchpad and Storkules approached from the garage.

“Do thy require our assistance, oh Duckworth, the Ghost butler?”

“None of you can touch them,” Duckworth grunted, pushing one of the spectres into the ground.

“But we can be moral support!” Della shouted, “Duckworth! Duckworth!”

Donald turned to Daisy, “So much for the peaceful night,”

“Well, dinner and the show?” she quipped, trying to find a positive in the situation.

“My friends, I would love to join thee in thy support of Duckworth, but mine Friend Donald and Fair Daisy have a romantic date tonight and I promised them peace and quiet!”

“Oh, they can shove it!” Della shouted back, as everyone else continued chanting, “This is more exciting!”

“Werry supportive sis!” Donald shouted back.

“My apologies, friend Donald, I did not want to cause a ruckus," Storkules answered as Della completely ignored her brother, "I was merely coming out to see if something urgent was happening!”

“QUIT THAT HELLISH HULLABALOO DOWN THERE YOU RIP-ROARING RIFF-RAFFS!” Scrooge suddenly appeared on one of the windows, “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET!”

For a moment everything was quiet, even the enemy ghosts stopped resisting as Duckworth pushed them into the ground, “My apologies, sir,” he said.

“Oh I’m not blaming you,” Scrooge said from the window, “I can see that you are just dealing with something unpredictable. The rest of you, calm down! Oi, Donald, lass, how is your date going?”

At that moment, Donald just wanted to be somewhere quiet. But he now knew he had an ally in Scrooge, and he was not about to miss the opportunity to use it, “Great Uncle Scrooge, especially before we were rudely interrupted!”

“See! Not only are you disturbing my work, all of ye are ruining poor Donald’s date! Of to your designated rooms, all of ye!”

As everyone dispersed and Scrooge closed the window, Donald and Daisy descended back into the boat kitchen.

“Sorry about that,” Donald said, “I really thought we would have a peaceful night.”

“It’s not your fault,” Daisy pulled him into a hug, “I’m not sure what we were expecting.”

“Heh, right, as if we were born yesterday!”

“Hm, I may have an idea,” Daisy said.

“Yes?”

“How about we move the date?”

“Where? Into my room in the manor?"

“No, a bit further away,” Daisy said, putting her arms around his neck “My apartment, we could go there, have dinner and enjoy a bit of alone time. Nobody to make a ruckus, walk in on us, cause a fight…”

Donald pulled her closer, planting a deep kiss on her beak, “That is a wonderful idea, let’s do it!”

…..

They packed the dinner into Tupperware containers, took the DVDs and wine with them and, less than half an hour later, the couple was at Daisy’s apartment at the edge of the financial district.

“Well, it’s a bit of a mess,” Daisy said, passing by a few rolls of fabric in the entryway, “Glamour,” she continued to mutter to herself, “had me kicked out of her studio the minute I said I can’t be her personal assistant anymore except with things I can solve online. So many things to move…”

“It’s fine,” Donald said, “Nobody expects it to be tidy with you changing jobs, and planning your own studios and moving out…”

“But it’s still nice and relaxing to come here, despite the mess,” Daisy said as she put the salmon pasta into the glass tray and then popped it into the microwave.

“Sorry that the evening didn’t turn out perfect. Again,” Donald apologized, as they moved between rolls of fabric and boxes filled with Daisy’s stuff with dinner that would have to be microwaved.

“Donald,” Daisy smiled, “I don’t need things to be perfect. If I wanted the quote-unquote perfect date I wouldn’t suggest us to come to, how did Della put it, the fancy mess that is my apartment right now.”

“Still, I wanted us to have one perfect relaxed home dinner and a movie date,” Donald said.

“Well, you’re here, I’m here, the dinner will be heated up in about a minute and 20 seconds, I have a perfectly comfortable sofa and the movie,” she took out Emma DVD box and shook it in her hand, “is also here. Perfect enough for me.”

“You still just want to gush about how good the costumes are, don’t you?” Donald said adoringly.

“Yes! You know fashion history is my second passion, after design,” Daisy said, her eyes shining.

“Then prepare the sofa, pour the wine, I’ll bring the food over. Is it ok with you to eat on the sofa?” Donald offered, looking ad Daisy fondly, finding her excitement absolutely adorable as she practically danced her way to the living room.

“Absolutely fine,” she said, as she placed cushions and blankets on the sofa, making it as comfortable to cuddle on as possible “Donald, I may be a high-maintenance woman, but I’m not a snob!”

“You’re not high-maintenance, you just like finer things in life on occasion,” he said, bringing two plates of pasta and kissing her briefly on the cheek.

“Mm-mph,” Daisy muttered, grabbing a fork from his hand and taking a bite of food, “like your salmon pasta, finest there is! And served in very nice plates!”

“Are you complimenting your own plates?” he asked as he sat down on the sofa.

“I have good taste and I know it. But now, let’s get comfortable,” she paused for a moment, looking at the sofa as if she considered something. “Speaking off, this is a home date, no need for fancy dresses,” she said making Donald raise an eyebrow. Daisy was always well-dressed. To her, nice dresses were appropriate for pretty much any occasion.

“Fine, I don’t want to stain it,” she said, unzipping the dark blue dress she wore. As she took it off, Donald couldn’t help but stare and felt blood rushing to his face. “Seems to me like I better find something to wear, before you explode,” she blinked, making Donald blush even deeper as he nearly dropped the plates.

“No n-need,” he said, trying not to stare. Even after being together for a year, it felt rude to gape like that.

“Oh, listen to him,” she chuckled, “no need you say? Well, I would love to lay about in my bra, but, first of all, no I wouldn’t, and secondly, it’s a bit chilly here, so give me a sec.” she walked over to her old bedroom and got back a minute later, dressed in silk nightgown and robe, “If you want to change, you left one of your flannels here the last time you visited and I’m yet to return it.”

Donald went to the other room to change from his suit as Daisy poured the wine and settled on the sofa with the plate.

“Start the film,” Donald said, settling next to Daisy, taking his plate “Do we do that thing where we joke about whether we’re allowed to comment on how cute a certain actor is? Like Johnny Flight?”

“You look at Johnny Flight and Ana Talon-Joy as much as you like, I’ll look at what they are wearing,”

“I feel like I should be more jealous of a nice coat than a handsome man wearing a said coat,”

“Yes, yes, you should!” Daisy said, “Oh the costumes here really are masterfully crafted! And actors look so beautiful in them!”

“Should I dress up as a regency gentleman,” Donald asked. They were both done with their food, so he wrapped his arms around Daisy who leaned into him.

“Oh definitely, but only if it’s well made. None of the Party Town junk!” she frowned for a moment, “Oh that sounded snobbish, did that sound snobbish?”

“You have very particular things you’re snobbish about. And what would you do if I appeared in Party Town costume of, let’s say, Mr Darcy?”

“I’d get it off you as soon as possible!” Daisy said, sounding offended-

“And what if that would be my entire plan;” Donald asked suggestively, leaning closer, resting his beak on her shoulder.

“Oh, shut up!” Daisy said, showing a cushion in his face and making him laugh, “I’m watching the film! You’ll make me miss things!”

“Like a dress? You’re choosing a dress over me!”

“A dress is not making dirty suggestions,” Daisy countered jokingly.

“Hey, you’re the one that started talking about how you want to rip the clothes of me!” Donald joked, and earned another swat with a cushion, “Ok, ok, I’ll stop!”

“Thank you! Now, let’s watch the film and be quiet!”

….

They watched Emma. And then La La Land. Halfway through La La Land, though, they stopped paying attention to the film as one small kiss from Donald turned into a make-out session. And then they remained laying on the sofa, spooning.

Donald yawned, “I think I’m ready to go to bed,” he said, but made no attempts to get up from the sofa, instead of wrapping his arms tighter around Daisy.

“No! Up!” She ordered, despite sounding just as tired, “If we fall asleep here, we’re both going to have neck pain tomorrow; come on!” She tried to wiggle free.

“Ugh, do I have to,” Donald muttered, “We had too much wine to drive home,” he said. They were not drunk, they were barely tipsy, but he still didn’t feel comfortable getting behind the wheel. “I mean to the houseboat.”

“Yes, I agree. But I do have a bed in this apartment, come on,” Daisy freed herself from Donald’s embrace, “you get the dishes into the sink, while I make the bed.”

“The bed is made, nobody slept in it for weeks,” Donald said.

“Fine, in that case, I’ll wait for you in it,” Daisy said, looking over her shoulder as she walked towards the room, leaving her cardigan behind.

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” Donald exclaimed and rushed with the dishes to the kitchen, almost tripping on the carpet.

“Don’t hurt yourself!” Daisy, already in her room, yelled after him, but she barely finished the sentence when she heard the sound of a body hitting something, followed by an ouch, the sound of dishes breaking and then Donald cursing. “Oh my, Don?” she bolted out of the bedroom, “Donald, are you ok?”

“Ouch,” Donald was rubbing his head, “Forgot to close the cabinet door before, hit my head in it and dropped the dishes. I broke your fancy plates, sorry,” he said with a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Don’t worry about plates, as long as you’re not injured. You know I meant it when I said not to hurt yourself,” she softly teased and pressed a kiss on his forehead where he hit his head.

“Har, har,” Donald rolled his eyes,  “But really, sorry. I’ll clean it up,” Donald said.

“Nope. I don’t want you to cut yourself,” Daisy said, “Get everything else in the dishwasher, please.”

“I’m capable of cleaning broken plates,” Donald said, but then slipped in a small puddle of water and fell on his butt, “It’s just that my bad luck decided to pick this particular moment to attack.”

“And therefore, we will not give it a possibility to hurt you with the chips of my fancy plate,” Daisy said, picking up the broken pieces. “Why don’t you go,” she leaned in closer to him, looking him directly in the eyes, “And wait for me in the bed?”

Donald gulped, feeling his cheeks flush again, “Yup! Can do!”

A few minutes later, Daisy returned to the bedroom, “Hey, how’s your head?”

“Fine,” he gestured for her to move closer, “come here!”

Daisy snuggled next to him and pressed a kiss on his lips, “I decided to leave the dishes for the morning, after ruining another plate. Perhaps it’s not your bad luck just the alcohol.”

“Mph-m,” Donald muttered, nuzzling against her neck, “I forgot how comfy this bed was.”

“Well, we did get the exact same mattress, we always sleep together, it must be the silk sheets that make it so special,” daisy joked.

“Is that so? In that case, I’m really sorry I stuck you with plain, old cotton ones!”

“And it’s a good thing I’m not dating you because of your sheets,”

“Obviously. Can you get some of these on the boat?”

“Oh, are you just dating me for my sheets?”

“Possibly, or rather what can be done in them,” he looked at her with a lopsided grin.

“Donald,” Daisy scolded, between offence and laughter.

“I’m joking,” he laughed, and they kissed. She kissed his neck, travelling to his collarbones and he pulled her closer but seemed almost hesitant.

“What is it?” Daisy asked, pausing, her breath fast.

“I’m a bit tired,” he said

“Oh, of course.”

“There is always morning,” he suggested, a naughty glint in his eyes. “The bed will still be here, we will still be here…”

“And the dishes can wait,” Daisy said, pressing one final kiss to his beak.

“This is nice,” Donald said.

“The sheets? Us together? Hugging?” Daisy asked, her brain feeling a little foggy.

“All of it. But I meant, a bit of alone time. Just the two of us.”

“Yes, it is.!

They lay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the closeness of the other, revelling in the touch and body heat.

“Donald?”

“Mhm?”

“Sorry, I’ll ask in the morning if you’re asleep,”

“It’s fine. What is troubling you?”

“I know both you and Beakly said otherwise, but I can’t shake the feeling…Is it a bad thing when we, when I, juts want some…time without anyone around, even…” she trailed off.

“The kids?” Donald narrowed his eyes, reading through Daisy’s hesitation, “May and June specifically?”

“Yes. I feel like a bad parent saying that,” Daisy admitted.

“Daisy, you’re not a bad parent. Trust me, every parent I know, myself included wants, no needs some time alone. Every couple needs a bit of time away from the kids, away from everything. And you’ve got stuck with not just May and June, but the boys and Webby as well.”

“Don, I’m not stuck. I love all of them. May and June as a mum already, and I’ve been an unofficial aunt to the rest of them for a while now,” Daisy said, “But sometimes, I just want you for myself. Just for a few hours, maybe a day.”

“And that is normal. It’s healthy. I need it too, I just told you it’s wonderful for it to be just the two of us for one night. And ask any parent and they will tell you the same. Ty and Indy, that friend of yours from work, Della, everyone. We need time to talk, to rest, to be with one another as a couple.”

“Thank you,” Daisy said, “for reassurance.”

“Besides, we’re not just dealing with kids, the manor is always such a chaos that being alone is almost impossible, even if we sent kids to a summer camp.”

“Don, that makes me think,” Daisy’s eyes grew distant for a moment, “What if I kept the apartment?”

“What? Do you want us to move here?” Donald frowned. He didn’t like the thought much.

“No, no,” she shut the idea down immediately. “Living with you is amazing. And there is no second bedroom here, the girls would have no place to sleep. I meant what if I kept it for us!”

“I thought you were meeting with a buyer this week, that you wanted to use the money for the new design studio once we get back from travels?”

“I did. But I’ve been considering it at the back of my mind for a few days now, so I did the math. I could pull everything off without the money from the apartment. And this could be additional office and storage space, which, as it’s obvious from the state of this place, I will clearly need. Besides, it’s nice to have a place for ourselves…”

“No chaos…”

“Loud noises, interruptions…” Daisy counted further, “I love your family but-”

“Our family,” Donald smiled, and Daisy was over the moon for him at that moment. “they see you as such already.”

“Ok. Our family. But having a quiet night without battles in the yard and nobody to barge in. like our friends,”

“Or my sister…”

“The ghost butler, or your uncle, which almost happened once…” Daisy shivered.

“And worst of all, kids!” Donald blanched.

“Oh yes, I don’t want to be the cause of that childhood trauma,” Daisy agreed.

“Come to think of it, I think Uncle Scrooge might have been taking his revenge on me when he almost barged in…”

“What? Why would he…”

“Me and Della, when we were kids, we almost walked in on him and Goldie once,” Donald said awkwardly.

“Oh for god’s sake, Don!” Daisy swatted his shoulder.

“What?”

“Don’t talk about your uncle’s love life when we’re cuddling! You’re ruining the mood!”

“You’ve ruined it further when you uttered the words your uncle’s love life!”

“Because you brought it up first!” she countered back and for a moment they scowled at each other, before bursting into laughter. Their laugh subsided and, for a few moments, they just gazed into each other’s eyes.

Then Daisy let out a big yawn.

“See, you’re ruining the moment,” Donald teased, yawning himself, “you’re contagious!”

“Oh, be quiet now!” Daisy muttered, resting her head on Donald’s chest. “Might be the time to go to sleep.”

“Yes, it is. Night, Daisy,” he planted a kiss on her hair.

“Good night Donald,” she lifted her head slightly and gave him a peck, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” he said as she laid her head back on his chest and they enjoyed the closeness of the other, taking peace in the other’s breathing as they drifted to sleep.

[love-killed-the-superstar]

Pinch Hitter

Written for @codesecretsanta 2020!!

Hey, @nemesisadraste!! It’s me, your secret santa!! I heard you wanted a slice of samodd so I was ofc 100000% down to clown. Hope you enjoy!!!! It’s a little group chat heavy and I apologise, but there’s some actual prose around the halfway point haha

Can also be read here on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28323549

ngl I would actually recommend reading it on ao3 because of formatting hahaha but anyway enjoy!!

Pinch Hitter

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(11:43PM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMM

(11:45PM) Sam Suarez: yyyyea?

(11:45PM) Odd Della Robbia: XANA ATTACK. NUCLEAR SHIT. COVER FOR US PLSSSS SHOULDNT BE TOO LONG 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: sure thing sure thing go save the world n shit 👍👍

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: was only going to stay up late rewatching good omens anyway

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: hero. incredible woman. love of my life

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: and say hi to you know who for meeeee 😻

(11:48PM) Sam Suarez: crowley is a fictional character odd, he cant hear you

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: but he's so sexy and strong 😻😻😻

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: not as sexy and strong as you, ofc ofc

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: jesus odd go save the world already and leave me alone

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: SO COLDDDD 🙀🙀🙀

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: still love you tho

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: still love you too ok NOW GO

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Jeremie Belpois

(1:24AM) Jeremie Belpois: Samantha?

(1:27AM) Sam Suarez: sup belpois

(1:27AM) Jeremie Belpois: Motion sensor went off. Pretty sure Jim is out and about. Try to buy us some time?

(1:28AM) Sam Suarez: shit alright. i'll see what i can do. b-team already know???

(1:29AM) Jeremie Belpois: They do. The four of you work something out, please? Thanks.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: ofc. hey btw hows odd doing??? ok???

(1:30AM) Jeremie Belpois: 80 life points and going strong, Sam.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: sweet 👍👍

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:31AM) Sam Suarez: what's our plan then home slices!!!!!!! 💪😤

(1:32AM) William Dunbar: Still don't know why I'm considered a b teamer but okay 😒

(1:32AM) Sam Suarez: don’t fucking complain william at least you get to be in the main group chat, 🙄🙄

(1:32AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ^^^^^^

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: Try getting added, then removed, and still being on the waitlist to rejoin

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: ouch lol

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: ANYWAY, we need a plan of action. Jim’s doing the rounds. Any thoughts?

(1:33AM) William Dunbar: I’ll go stuff Jeremie’s duvet 🙋♂️ Laura you go to Aelita’s, Sam come up with some sort of distraction 👉

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: hold on WHY DO I GET STUCK WITH THE HARD JOB?? 😠😠

(1:34AM) William Dunbar: to prove yourself, young one. how else do you plan on getting into the lyoko warriors group chat?? 🤷♂️

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: SHIT U RIGHT… 👀

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: its my chance… to shine

(1:34AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Why does everyone forget im fucking here?? Give me something to do????? 🙋😤🤦♀️

(1:35AM) William Dunbar: nobody forgot you sissi, shit 🙄 take odd and ulrichs room, if u think u can wrangle kiwi 🥝

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: i would like it on the record that i did in fact forget about sissi 🙋🙋

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: FUCK NO. THAT DOG DOES NOT RESPECT ME 😤😤😤😤😤

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Also RUDE..

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: priorities babe or the fucking world ends. your call tho!!!!!! ✌️🤪

(1:36AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ………………. F I N E 🤦♀️

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:59AM) William Dunbar: @Sam Suarez What did you tell Jim?????? He’s 100% doing head counts now you dumb fuck 🤦♂️

(1:59AM) Sam Suarez: don’t take that tone with me dickbar, he’s looking for a sick GIRL. if you stuffed the fucking duvets properly we won’t have a problem, he’ll only be peeking into rooms anyway 😠😠

(2:00AM) Laura Gauthier: And what do you suppose happens when he finds NOBODY and comes to the conclusion that you lied to him? You have to think these things through, Sam, Jeremie’s not planning on doing any return trips if he can help it.

(2:00AM) Sam Suarez: yall are jerks, YOU put me up to the task of cooking up an excuse, don’t complain that it was shit!!!! geez!!!!

(2:00AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: God you’re all useless. I can fake-cry, I took a drama workshop over summer. I’ll take the hit but you OWE ME. 😤

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: there are no favours in this sissi, we took an oath. we are heroes of justice now and you don’t get compensation for saving the world, its superhero 101

(2:01AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Shut up Sam, you’re buying me dinner tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice 💅🙆😘

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: but i don’t date girls who only save the world to reap the benefits, this simply won’t work out 😔😔

(2:01AM) William Dunbar: Take your flirting to private message, I don't want to be implicated in this sordid affair if Odd finds out

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: ahahahahahahaahahahaha we got a funny man over here

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Lololol

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: I can hear Jim coming, play it cool

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Hahahaaha good luck 😂😂

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: You all alive……………..? 👀

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: we sure are, listen to this

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: sissi fake cried, told Jim she was having the worst cramps of her life and started listing off the side effects of the birth control she’s on. It was the greatest thing ive ever heard and im absolutely buying her dinner tomorrow, and yes it will be candle-lit 🍽️🍷💍

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: Holy shit. 👀 My deepest respect. 🙏 I will put in a good word with Master Belpois Himself, she deserves a seat at the grown ups table for this 🤷♂️

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: no doubt no doubt

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: That was a close one. Sissi’s methods are unorthodox but hey, it worked. Next time find an excuse that doesn’t create more work for us, all right, Sam?

(2:08AM) Sam Suarez: shit you’re ungrateful as fuck. Damn . 🙄🙄

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: I’M JUST SAYING

(2:08AM) William Dunbar: Come on, lets not fight, I’m too tired for this shit 😴

(2:09AM) Sam Suarez: so go to bed, dumbass

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(2:59AM) Odd Della Robbia: guess who just got DEVIRTUALISED!!!! 😹😹🔫🔫

(3:02AM) Sam Suarez: oh no, poor baby, you were doing so well

(3:03AM) Odd Della Robbia: right????? fucking megatanks, im telling you, they suck so much 😿

(3:03AM) Sam Suarez: well, if you’re out of points now, come by my room and we can play animal crossing together

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: would that i could, sam, would that i could

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: but theres a fucking building contractor lurking somewhere in the factory, xana-possessed, trying to take me the fuck OUT 🙀🙀🙀

(3:04AM) Sam Suarez: just tell him you’re not interested????? Its what i told sissi earlier

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: ahahahahahahahaha

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: first of all, WOW WE GOT A FUNNYMAN OVER HERE

(3:05AM) Sam Suarez: lololol

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: second of all, i demand to hear that story as soon as i get back. Nobody turns sissi down and gets away with it 👀

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: well, i cant help it

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: my heart… belongs to another… a mr odd della robbia… im in the throes… of love… 💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: OH!!! SAM!!!!!!! 😻😻😻💓💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: luv u. So much

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: same same lololol

(3:07AM) Odd Della Robbia: when i get back we ca

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: ????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: odd????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: come in, funny man????

message failed

(3:08AM) Sam Suarez: odd if you die i will be so mad

message failed

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Ulrich Stern

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Hey Sam, it’s Ulrich

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Einstein has another favour to ask

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: first of all you dont have to tell me its you, the app TELLS me whos messaging me, this isnt a text

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: second, tell me my boyfriend isn’t getting fucking murdered by a building contractor 😠😠

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Huh???

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Oh yeah. He’s holding his own but there’s not much time. You need to go keep watch outside Jeremie’s door while Laura transfers some files. If we get busted and she can’t complete the file transfer… well. The world does actually depend on it, so. Yeah

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: isnt william the better option anyway?? Isnt he only like 3 doors down from you 🙄

(3:12AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s not answering. Probably asleep already, he’s a dumbass. Please, you’re our only option, Sissi isn’t answering either

(3:12AM) Sam Suarez: oh theres a GREAT story behind that but i’ll let her tell it tomorrow

(3:13AM) Sam Suarez: and fine, but seriously is odd okay?? If this dude is more than 5’5 he’ll have a problem taking him down, you know how scrawny he is

(3:13AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s tougher than you think, Sam. Trust me on that one.

(3:14AM) Ulrich Stern: (Also I am about to go save him from getting his ass beat)

(3:14AM) Sam Suarez: all right all right

(3:15AM) Sam Suarez: but hey stern, when this has all blown over, we’re having a serious talk about promoting me to the big leagues

(3:16AM) Ulrich Stern: ...Big leagues?

(3:16AM) Sam Suarez: im talking main group chat, my guy. MAIN. GROUP CHAT. 👏👏

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(3:30AM) Odd Della Robbia: im coming mi amore… i beat up a fully grown man with my bare fists… pushed him down some stairs… it was amazing 😼💯

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: please say you didnt break any bones, belpois isnt planning on reversing time right???

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: like even if was going to kill u he was only possessed by xana

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: heh i broke nothing!! Im a hero of justice after all 💪😼

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: ulrich may have given him some bruises tho 😹

(3:32AM) Sam Suarez: ehh i’ll take that over this guy waking up with fucked up limbs and shit

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: no doubt no doubt

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: …

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: anyway, night sam 💞

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: oh, ok 🙄

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: night, stupid. love you ❤️

…

Despite his parting message, Odd shows up anyway.

He slinks into her dorm room as it draws to 4:00AM, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes at the door and closing it with a softness that’s surprising given how exhausted he looks; almost as though it is second nature at this point to keep quiet, avoid drawing more attention. Her boyfriend is a professional, after all, when it comes to saving the world on the down-low.

Samantha watches Odd from her desk, where she is sat up browsing Twitter and waiting for the inevitable ‘we need you to do something else before the night is through’ messages from Jeremie. She’s been listening to the same Jay Som song on loop for over an hour now, and it leaks quietly from her laptop speakers, a strange extra layer of ambiance to the puzzle that is the hour before birdsong begins. A Baymax-patterned blanket is thrown around her shoulders for warmth, and there’s an empty can of energy drink within arms reach.

“Wrong room,” she says in a low voice, expecting him to jump anyway; he doesn’t. Instead he squints at her in the dim light, leaning back against the door with a weary sigh. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wasn’t, but… here I am.”

He doesn’t really elaborate further than that.

“Ulrich know you came this way?”

“He stayed behind to talk things over with Jeremie. The overbike got fucked up in Lyoko and they’re gonna upgrade it or something. Jer-bear needed to know the specifics about his experience driving it so they can do some fine-tuning, I think. Y’know, so he doesn’t drift too far and plunge into the digital sea. Shit can get real bad, real fast.”

“I’ll bet. So, you triumphed over evil tonight?” she guesses, shutting her laptop lid and rising to her feet. Her blanket trails behind her as she does. “XANA can’t attempt to destroy the world for another 24 hours?”

“You know it,” he says, yawning. “And now, it’s bedtime.”

Thank fuck they don’t have classes tomorrow. She’ll happily lie in til noon with Odd, catching up on these lost hours.

Sam steps over her skateboard and some laundry she kicked aside earlier, a little embarrassed that her floor is so messy, but she knows Odd is too tired to even comprehend the state of her room right now. As it is, he’s swaying a little while standing, stifling a yawn against his hand - it’s only a matter of time til he crashes.

“All right, guess you’re here to stay. Hop in.”

“Did you know? You’re a goddess. An angel. A truly spectacular woman among women,” he mumbles.

“Flattery won’t give me back the hours of sleep I lost sending Jim on that wild goose chase earlier,” Sam muses, wiggling under her covers, still bundled up in the blanket like a crepe. She doesn’t know the full story, nor does she imagine she’ll get it until tomorrow when the group meet up for lunch - something about XANA threatening to blow up a reactor on some nearby building site, creating some devastating damage to the local area - but at this point she’s too tired to listen and Odd is too tired to explain.

Odd flops down on the bed beside her.

“Thank you for helping us out,” he sighs, too tired to even look at her. His limbs are all floppy. If she nudged him off the edge of the bed now, he’d probably just fold up like a pair of pants and stay there til morning. “What did you do, exactly?”

“Told him I heard someone crying in the bathroom and thought maybe someone was unwell,” she says with a shrug. “Jim checked the girls bathroom and did room checks, which gave me, William and Laura some time to sneak into your respective rooms and act as extra head counts. Just being under the covers was enough, I don’t think he was doing anything more than cursory peeking into rooms with a tiny flashlight. Wasn’t the most innovative red herring to give him, but it did the trick.”

“If it keeps them off our backs, the creativity isn’t worth factoring in,” Odd murmurs, tugging off his jeans and chucking them at the wall opposite. The impact scuffs the wall slightly, but Sam doesn’t care. Delmas doesn’t give them shit about damages to the room unless it makes the room completely uninhabitable anyway, which is why there’s a literal hole in her wall through to the room next door that she’s had to artfully cover with a Front Bottoms poster.

“Anyway, Sissi distracted him. I’ll let her tell the story herself, it was fucking hilarious. Then Ulrich messaged to say he needed me to keep watch while Laura sent over some files from the computer in Jeremie’s room to the supercomputer, which - I mean, in this day and age, why the fuck doesn’t he keep everything on the cloud anyway? So I was stuck doing that, because apparently, William had already fallen asleep again, the fucking lug. Can you believe that? You’d think, being your Lyoko pinch hitter and all, he’d be better at staying awake.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Odd drawls, tugging off his shirt and balling it up, sending it to land atop his crumpled jeans with a flourish. He rubs his eyes and peers around. “Got that old shirt for me to sleep in?”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Sam reluctantly peels back the bedsheets once more and pads over to her wardrobe, pulling it open and sifting through until she finds what she’s looking for; an old Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirt, handed down to her by one of her older brothers. It always hangs right off of her, so on Odd’s scrawny frame, it’s basically an Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown.

“Here.” She tosses it over to him and he wriggles into it happily. “You might as well keep it, these days you wear it more than me.”

“If I walked around in a band shirt that hangs off me like a smock I’d never hear the end of it from Ulrich,” he says with a laugh, flopping back against the covers and sighing deeply. “He makes fun of my little chicken legs enough as it is.”

“Well, I love your little chicken legs, so he can keep his opinions to himself.”

She slides into bed beside him and he’s cold to touch; the freezing factory, coupled with walking back in the chilly night air, must have really done a number on him. He snuggles against her happily, mumbling, “Can I warm my feet on you?”

“Will you respect my wishes if I say no?” she retorts. He grins as she sends him a knowing look, before placing his feet, two tiny, stinky blocks of ice, against her shins. They both pull the covers up over their noses, staring at the ceiling in dazed silence for a few moments, before she adds, “He won’t miss you when you get back?”

“Not likely, I don’t fucking spoon him to sleep, Sam,” he snorts. “He’ll be too tired to care where the fuck I’ve snuck off to, and he can handle anything Kiwi throws his way, so it’s fine. I’m sure he’s capable of connecting the dots.”

“Fine, shithead, I’ll drop it.”

She continues to stare up at the ceiling, but she can feel his keen gaze on her, and rolls over to face him. He watches her carefully.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Even though it’s nearly four in the morning and you spent the whole night covering for us?”

“It’s what happens when you agree to saving the world, isn’t it?” she points out. Sam’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and she notices for the first time that there’s the beginnings of bruises around his neck. She reaches up to trace them with her fingers, and he instinctively wriggles away. Her breath catches in her throat. “…XANA did this to you?”

“Actually, it was a building contractor,” he corrects. “He started to choke me, but then Ulrich got him in a headlock and next thing you know… we pushed him down some stairs.”

“It must have been scary,” she mutters. At that, his face melts into a smile, and he prods at her face.

“You’re so serious! Sam, trust me, this happens all the time. I’m indestructible, so it’s fine.”

“How else am I supposed to react, huh? My boyfriend comes home with strangulation marks on his neck and you want me to be all cavalier about it…”

“Because I’m used to it.” Odd pauses. “Well, not strangulation in particular, but getting hurt on the job is kinda everyday stuff.”

Sam scowls. “You're not supposed to pretend like this is normal, Odd.”

“What, you want me to cry and be vulnerable on you?”

“No.”

“You do.”

“Okay, fine, I do! What about it?!” She fixes him with a stern look. “You have to be careful! What’s the point in me staying awake and making distractions and shit if you’re just going to fucking die at the end of it, huh?”

“I’m not going to die.” He cups her face in his hands and fixes her with his own stern look. “Look. I know you haven’t been doing this long, but this happens, okay? Not always, but it does. I mean, you remember the kind of fights you used to pick with me when I would come over with these bruises without telling you why.”

She thinks back to the months leading up to him finally telling her the truth. How scared and hurt she felt, seeing him with these cuts and scrapes, bruises, occasionally even a sprain. She’d gone through all the possibilities in her head - bullying, hate crimes, mugging even. Still, he refused to budge, until one day he just… stopped pretending it was all some big coincidence.

“It was scarier not knowing,” she decides. “At least this way I know what you’re up against, but… I don’t know.”

He leans forward and kisses her on the nose. “I promise you I’m fine. But look, part of being a Lyoko pinch hitter is knowing things get hairy sometimes. I’m gonna get hurt from time to time but if I don’t, the whole world explodes. Or, okay, maybe not literally , most of the time, but I’m like, a drop in the bucket.”

“Well, you’re a drop in the bucket who matters to me,” she reinforces. Staring into his eyes, she can feel her body relax slightly. “Look, I’ll drop it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Good. Now, can we please sleep? I am so tired, I’m starting to forget who I am. You’re about to encounter Grinch Odd, and he’s no fun whatsoever.”

“Oh, is he the one who said my face looked like a beet that one time?” she wonders, raising her eyebrows at him. He groans and pushes her away, covering his face with his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you XANA fucked with my speech?” he grumbles. “Completely scrambled my words. I was going for beautiful.”

“Sure, sure. When in doubt, blame it on XANA?”

“I mean it! I would never call you a beet! A potato, maybe…”

She shoves him and he both winces and laughs. “Oof, that guy did a number on me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll beat him up for you then.”

“You’re going to beat up XANA?”

“Sure, how hard could it be? I’ll just like, reach into the supercomputer with my full fist-”

They both burst out laughing and fall back against the pillows.

Once it trickles out, she blinks sleepily at the ceiling.

“I never really thought about how long you guys have been going without us, though.”

Odd quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Us. The B-Team, the Pinch Hitters. The Lyoko Warriors’ freaking PR Team! Without someone pulling the strings you must have run into all sorts of trouble, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Odd laughs. “We used to have the authorities trying to invade the factory. Almost got expelled by Delmas. I almost got sent to a psych ward before, that was fun.”

“Jesus, Odd. Why did it take you so long to introduce other people to the fray?”

He shrugs. “No clue, really. One day we just kinda realised… sometimes it’s better to have people around. No man is an island. That can apply to groups too, I guess.”

“And why would you trust me?” Sam presses on, arms folded over her chest. “Sure, I’m your girlfriend, but I’ve hurt you before. I mean really fucked you over. That whole thing with William…”

“You had no way of knowing,” he says firmly. “It was stupid and immature, sure, but how could you have known?”

She shrugs. “I’ve just been thinking about it, I guess.”

They both lapse into silence, but beneath the covers, Odd reaches for her hand.

“I trust you because I trust you,” he says eventually. “And because if we need some big Lyoko Warriors PR Team, I’d want you at the helm. Who else is going to keep William from swaggering off the side of the planet? He can be kinda self-absorbed.”

“Sissi,” Sam deadpans.

“And who else is going to keep Sissi from turning every XANA distraction into a fucking performative art piece?”

“...Okay, fair.”

“By the way, you still taking her out to dinner tomorrow?”

“Apparently. You should tag along as my date.”

He laughs. “No way, I’m no third wheel.”

Sam leans forward and kisses him gently, before muttering, “By the way, I told Ulrich to get me in the main group chat. Think he’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not,” Odd says cheerfully, kissing her back. “But nice try. Here’s to next time.”

…

GROUP CHAT: Into The Lyokoverse

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois added Sam Suarez to Into The Lyokoverse.

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois: @Everyone Look who decided to show up!

(9:52AM) Yumi Ishiyama: Oh Hi Sam

(9:59AM) Aelita Schaeffer: hey, look who made it to the big leagues!!

(10:10AM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!

(10:12AM) Sam Suarez: !!!!!!!!

[araminakilla]

Faris D'jinn (long) appreciation post

Warning: If you don't like very long posts or deep analysis of a character or situations, maybe you want to skip this. But you are always welcome.

I will always say this: Treasure of the found lamp! is one of my favorites episodes of the Ducktales bomb (the other is Nothing can stop Della Duck!) I like the jokes, the journeys of the two groups, the cameos of different characters that appeared in Season One. But most of all... Him.

Faris D'jinn. Middle Eastern adventurer. Seeker of the lamp. Descendant of an actual genie and the amazing woman who freed him. Here are ten reasons (not counting the facts that he is a great swordman and a cool biker because everyone knows that) of why this warrior is one my favourite characters in the Ducktales universe:

1. He is not what he seems

The first time I saw this guy in the SDCC 2018, and the person presenting the characters said he was Dijon from the Ducktales movie, there were two different reactions from my part:

"OMG! They acknowledged the movie. That means Merlock is going to return!" And...

"This Dijon looks so COOL! But...he looks like a terrorist"

And before you sue and attack me, there are some comments in YouTube that reflected my thoughts. One of them said he looks like an ISIS member.

But I have investigated and I found out that in fact, there are some people that wear traditional black clothes in the Middle East and are NOT asociated with violence or radical groups. So, my bad people. I'm really ashamed for making this statement. I try to not be an ignorant of different cultures for reasons like this.

Anyway, those months I tried to stay positive that, if he was a bad guy, he could get a redemption arc. Because there's no way that this awesome Ducktales crew, that handles the Latino community very well, is going to portray arabs in a bad light, just like every old Hollywood productions (I'm looking at you, Aladdin)

And when the promo of Ducktales and Big Hero 6 appeared, with this warrior using his sword in front of a very scared Scrooge... well... I put my thoughts on another post, but I was a little concerned for the Middle Eastern representation.

Great was my surprise when I saw the episode for the first time. Let say that the power of the lamp wasn't the only plot twist of that episode.

2. He's so serious that it's funny

His single-minded quest for the lamp before the Ifrit's dawn (a fact that he monologued for 10 minutes without blinking) leaves him with no time to joke around, except everyone around him is a goof, and that makes him hilarous in a sense. Best demostrated when he answered ALL the riddles from a literal JOKE BOOK. He's so smart... yet so gullible that it's amazing. It's like he can't tell when someone is lying or making a joke... I don't know if that's possible. There's also his reaction at the "got your nose" prank which, honestly to me, was one of the best reactions EVER. Maybe it's how he screamed "monster!" and how he seems to really believe the creature got his nose. Truth to be to told, I was very surprised the first time I saw him laugh, that was something unexpected. And how the premise of the episode was him getting a family of adventuring Ducks, a greek Godness, a sea monster and a bunch of Beagles involved in a quest...to give himself a birthday present, like... Who gives himself a birthday present? (Really, I don't know someone who does that)

3. He is grateful even with enemies

He defeated Charybdis and the poor monster was whipped and given the beat of his life because he wanted to help Scrooge and Webby with the phony quest, and the first thing the warrior does is thanking him and saying that he will be remembered in the story of the lamp. That impressed me... And somehow made worth all the pain that Charybdis had. The same happened with the "Minotaur" and Ma Beagle (the little bow that he made is priceless). Many people would mock their defeated enemies and give them zero respect... but not him. That was so honorable, it reminded me of how Medieval Knights act, which would be discussed in the seventh point of this post.

4. He forgave the Ducks easily

"Djinn, I'm sorry I tricked you. If I'd known what was at stake..."

"Another chapter in the legend. A final trial before we find the lamp! It's all part of the journey!"

Like wow... That was something I was NOT expecting, because I wouldn't expect a guy who was shouting and slicing things all day to be that... nice. And maybe that could be because there was no time in the episode for the liar revealed drama. But the points D'jinn made about why he forgave Scrooge make total sense. He loves adventures and journeys, he likes to write in a scroll about the trials he had, so he instead took the positives aspects that the phony quest had and continue with his life. Now that's something you don't see very often. Instead of swearing revenge and dedicate his time ruining someone's life (I'm looking at you Glomgold, Magica, Negaduck and other villains) he forgave the Ducks, focused on the present and keep only the most important facts. I like that way of thinking.

5. He has a deep love for his family's history (and his heritage and bloodline)

He comes from a family that, as far as I'm concerned, keeps the stories of their past alive, passing them to the next generations. It's been ten generations since the genie was freed. What the ex-magical creature got was more valuable that having phenomenal cosmic powers: A loving wife and many descendants who remember them with such passion, and now one of said descendants, fascinated by their love story has adquired the "totem that started it all". I heard that arabs in particular are family oriented people, they would do ANYTHING for their loved ones, and that's the first time I saw that in a cartoon (at least in a Disney cartoon, the other example that is Non-Disney is the Oscar nominated "The Breadwinner", which I recommend you guys have to see it, it's so good)

D'jinn made a long journey from the Middle East to America (at least I think Duckburg is in America) for a powerless lamp because of it's sentimental value, which leads us to the next point...

6. He is a sentimental guy

You wouldn't expect a tough, serious and to some extent dangerous guy to have powerful feelings like love? Right? Think again. There's a reason of why the call D'jinn (and his VA, Omid Abtahi) a cinnamon roll. He has strong emotions, that is (I think) one of the reasons of why he's so dramatic. It's part of his personality. In fact, his volatile personality (using many times his sword, cutting things, flipping a table) has a solid base of why it is the way it is. I'm not saying that destroying the couch and threatening the Duck family is not wrong, I'm saying this because this is NOT a matter of the "He's an arab and all arabs are volatile/barbaric/will scream and attack you 'cause that is their nature" thing that all the Hollywood movies I saw (at least the examples I saw in the documentary "Reel Bad Arabs") have. No sir, this is different.

And talking about Arab stereotypes...

7. He's a HUGE improvement from the Ducktales movie and series

Back in 1990, he was Dijon, a thief and mook to Merlock, the Big Bad Wolf of the Movie. He was funny and the interactions he had with Scrooge in the movie and the series are funnier (Also, did you know that the last words Scrooge said in the series was "Dijon!" because the duck was running towards him 'cause he stole his watch?)

But, as the Nostalgia Critic put it in his review of the Ducktales Movie

"I don't know... Is this considered racist now? Yes, he has an accent and is a thief..."

He's fine as a comic relief, but nothing makes him different from the Crows of Dumbo, or the Indians of Peter Pan, or the Siamese cats of Lady and the Tramp, or...

Honest Trailer's guy: Stop it!

OK ok. The point it's... The Ducktales reboot did it again. They took a not so well liked character from the '87 series and made him/her a lovable character, like Mamá Cabrera (I swear, she's also mi mamá now)

Now he's honorable, charming, etc (and yes, those words are from a YouTuber reviewer) But specialy, they changed his name to Faris D'jinn which not only sounds more arabic, but also foreshadows his relationship with a genie. Plus, Faris means "Knight" in arabic, which describes what he is and how he acts perfectly.

8. He's different but at the same time just like everyone else

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Yeah, he looks different, speaks with an accent that's not American, has a different mindset about things in life and maybe that could come from the country he's been raised, or his family or maybe he decide to be the way he is on his own accord. But, as an lesson learned in the episode "The Depths of cousin Fethry!"

Just because something or someone is different doesn't mean is bad.

True, D'jinn didn't make a first good impresion with the Duck family, except from Webby (You go girl! It seems that she has a talent to see edgy but misunderstood people and give them a chance) but at the end everyone was celebrating his birthday with him. They give him a cake! This small but powefull gesture made me 100% convinced that, even with flaws and conflicts, they are the perfect family. It still surprises me that the crew of Ducktales and Disney would make a scene like that. If someone told me a year ago that they would make a scene with: An arab. Dressed with traditional clothes (turban and all). Wearing all black. Celebrating his/her birthday with an American (Scotish in Scrooge's case) Family, I would have laugh and say: Yeah, sure, like they would actualy show that.

But they did it and I couldn't be more happy.

Just a pause from this Ducktales' post

Some of you could be thinking as you read this: "Nice that your people are shown in a positive way"

The thing is... I'm not arab. I'm a latinoamerican who just happens to love Middle Eastern cultures. My country isn't very prejuiced towards Middle Eastern people (maybe because there's a few of them) but I have come from a long way. To being sure that everything there was just sand and violence to wanting to visit some of the many wonders that the East has to give, meet people and learn their point of view. I think everyone should do that at some point, instead of, you know, getting all your arab information from Hollywood movies and concluding that everything would be better if the Middle Easterns were dead. As this quote from the YouTube Documentary "Reel bad Arabs" states:

"We feel that Arabs are not like us, are not like everyone else, then let's kill them off, then they deserve to die, right?"

The thing is, they are more similar that we think, it's just that the international media doesn't show that... until now.

And going back with Ducktales

Yeah, this dude looks different, but he laughs, feels, and enjoys having a great time just like everyone else.

It's the same that is happening with Fenton and the latino representation. D'jinn is a hero who happens to be arab. A dramatic warrior. A family values man. A great allie, friend and who knows what many things more. He, and other Ducktales characters, have so many layers that it's incredible. Just like people, you can't define someone only from their personality or their race. There are so many things that make a person unique. D'jinn broke the expectations I had for him (or he sliced them with his sword) for the better.

9. He's better than Aladdin in many ways

By starters, the voice actors. Aladdin's VA is American and has an American accent in the movie. D'jinn's VA is Omid Abtahi, born in Iran, a Middle Eastern actor. And I'm not saying arab because Irani people are not Arabs (correct me if I'm wrong). Omid doesn't have an accent, as far as I know, but I think it's a nice detail to have the warrior being voiced by someone who comes from the same place. Then, we have the fact that Aladdin lied to almost everyone and D'jinn was a victim of a lie. True, the Ducks assumed he was going to kill them all (and for a good reason) but a lie is still a lie. I don't know many things about Middle Eastern clothes and fashion in the past and the present, but I can tell you will find (maybe traditional) people who wears something more close to D'jinn than Aladdin, and I'm pretty sure the warrior would free a genie if he has the chance because he's a descendant of one. But apart from their differences, both are really good people with a big heart and a kind soul, it's just that we find out Aladdin is good in the beggining of the movie with the bread and orphans scene and with D'jinn almost in the end of the episode, because to be honest, I was expecting him to be lying about wanting to protect the lamp and instead working for the new Merlock, since that was his role in the original movie. Many of us expected a lying thief, but instead we got another Diamond in the Rough.

10. He is a key for one of Scrooge's character developments

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The richest duck in the World was SO impressed by the warrior's story that he opened a museum of valuable artifacts so he can share his stories with his family and the world. Let's repeat that. Scrooge McDuck, a very famous, very important and proud adventurer took the advice of a stranger (he also was 100% sure this stranger would kill him and his family if he doesn't get what he wants) because he saw his "human" side, a family side that made the duck realize "maybe we are not so different after all".

Not even the Buzzards (people who worked with Scrooge for who knows what many years) were capable of convincing Scrooge to do some of their plans (but lets be honest, their plans are awful)

That made him be more open about his adventures, his past experiences and his treasures, each one with a unique story. Maybe that would prevent unfortunate yard sales in the future.

Bonus:

11. He is going to return

It is confirmed in one of Frank Angones' posts that he is going to appear in the future, maybe as an allie of the Duck family in an adventure. Or who knows? Maybe they can recruit him as a member of a superheroes team along with Gizmoduck, Darkwing Duck and others. Plus, I want to see him interact with Launchpad and Donald.

That would be all... for now.

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

1) Ducktales 2) Drakepad 3) Della (even if i was only supposed to send one, at least you have options for what you want to answer ^^)

Ducktales

Favorite character: Drake!

Least Favorite character: M*rk B**ks

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): drakepad, fenro,dellumbra,dellene, three gay caballeros!

Character I find most attractive: seleeeeene!! and della 

Character I would marry: frank’s alluded to morgana coming to dt17 and im staying hopeful so...magic wife

Character I would be best friends with: launchpad bc he’s everyone’s friend!!

a random thought: its a good show watch it @ my non dt followers!!

An unpopular opinion: change is good just because they changed your fav character from the old one doesn’t mean the new one and the old cant coexist and be loved by everyone w/o any fighting!

My Canon OTP: there’s no real canonical ships except maybe scroldie? which i do like even if i constantly battle between gay scrooge and lesbian goldie and then back to bi for both

My Non-canon OTP: drakepad hands down!

Most Badass Character: ms. beakley!!!

Most Epic Villain: lunaris was p formidable imo!

Pairing I am not a fan of: besides the obvious incest (this includes webby and the triplets yall!!)/pedophilia...c/rackbea/ks is the ship name i think for fenton and m*rk? 

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): hmm not really thinking of anything atm except ig that it feels like there should be more about donald in the terms of him post moonvasion (but like obviously we arent that far so it might get expanded on so thats why i dont wanna concretely say he was “screwed up”)

Favourite Friendship: all the kids being friends makes me 🥺🥺🥺

Character I most identify with: drake and huey probably!!

Character I wish I could be: an interesting question that i don’t quite have an answer for yet!

Drakepad

When I started shipping them: well i kept seeing cute fanart of them before i even got into dt and after i saw the hype for dwd i explored more, found drakepad, but didnt REALLY ship it til i gave dwd a try and was like “ok wow the fans werent exaggerating the gay huh”

My thoughts: its such a good ship i want it desperately to become canon i’ve never wanted a ship to become canon so badly before this is THE OTP for me.

What makes me happy about them: they care about each other sm and are already a family and are always trying to make the other be a better version of themselves

What makes me sad about them: that nagging negative feeling that theyll only be implied or never shown beyond platonic

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: tbh i can’t think of anything bc all the fics ive read of them are super sweet!! especially @/mighty-ant  @/bassiter’s fics  @/taylorthegiant@/transdarkwingduck(and some others but idk their tumblr urls)

Things I look for in fanfic: mutual love and understanding (also lots of angst AND PINING GOD THE PIIINIIIING!!!!) its also really great if gosalyns in there too bc then fambily.......

My wishlist: canon kiss on screen WHERE YOU CAN SEE IT NO IMPLICATIONS ITS BLATANT LIKE RUPPHIRE WEDDING! ALSO THEY ADOPT GOSALYN AND SING LITTLE GIRL BLUE TOGETHER AND OOOGH!!!!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i lowkey like fenton with either! 

My happily ever after for them: get married and adopt gosalyn and then grow old together :’)

Della

How I feel about this character: she’s badass and complete wife...

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: selene and penumbra! 

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: i really love how much she loves her kids she wants to be a good mom and i love it ;u;

My unpopular opinion about this character: she deserves her time to shine screw what my uncle says she ain’t annoying! we’ve had a bajillion years of donald and della only made a select few appearances in some old comics no one really knows about so!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: she faces her fear of not being a good mom and just growing and adjusting and facing what she went through for over a decade

Favorite friendship for this character: donald and i really want for us to see her and gyro itd be hilarious

My crossover ship: um...idk if crossover since she might appear but...morgana x della? i would think morg would be the same age or only a couple of years older in the reboot! 

Thanks for the ask(s)!!

Send me a fandom, ship, or character!

[leelee10898]

Always you- The feeling (3/?)

Leo woke early, showered and got himself ready for the day. He had purchased a new street bike upon leaving for Italy, it had been delivered that morning and he couldn't wait to pick her up with it. His heart raced at the thought of her on the back, holding onto him tightly. It was an odd feeling to him, he never really viewed most women as anything more then someone to have a little fun with, but never settle down. With an extra spring in his step he walked to the next door down and knocked. Percy answered already dressed, laptop open at the table in his room.

"Working on vacation are we percy?" Leo grinned. "Some of us actually work Rhys." Percy sat pack down sipping his espresso. Leo flopped down in the seat across from him, not able to contain the shit eating grin spead across his face. Percy looked up, and chuckled "seeing miss Aria again are we?" He had never seen Leo so giddy over a girl, it was quite amusing. "Yes, taking her cliff jumping today, she doesn't know it yet." He broke off a piece of the muffin sitting in front of him. Percy arched his brow "cliff jumping huh?" "Yeah, she wanted an adventure. I'm going to give her an adventure." Percy about spit his espresso out trying to stifle his laugh "This poor girl has no idea how much of an adventure shes actually in for with you." Leo chuckled Standing up and clapsed Percy on the back. "I'll catch you later. Don't work to hard perc."

Leo pulled up to the front of her small hotel, Aria was already standing out front waiting for him. "Where did you get that?" She ran up, eyes wide. Leo grinned, "Just came this morning, I had it sent here. You like it?" He looked at her hopeful. She bit her bottom lip jesus with that lip again his thought screaming at him to take it in between his teeth, pulling ever so gently. "Yeah, its nice. Is that....Is that what we're taking today?" She looked a little nervous. "Yes. Have you ever been on one before?" He questioned . She shook her head no. A gleam of mischief flashed before his eyes.

"Do you trust me?" She looked at him unsure "Come on, hold me tight I'll take care of you." He held the helmet out to her. She hesitated, glancing down at the helmet, and then him. She took the helmet and climbed on the back. Leo kicked the bike to life and off they went. He could feel her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her head pressed up against his back. A surge of warmth flood his body, it felt right. They flew through the Italian country side, the wind blowing against them, but the view was amazing.

Finally they pull up to a small coastal town, blue water for miles. "You ok?" He asked as she climbed off the bike. "Scared shitless at first but what a rush." She grinned. "Wow, where are we?" Her eyes went wide. "Grotto della poesia." He told her. A bit further up they seen a few people standing at the edge of a cliff and jump off. "Are they... Cliff jumping?" She started to walk forward curiously. "Yep, and that's what were doing too." He walked after. "We're what?" She squeaked. "Yep. You said you wanted adventure. This is an adventure. Now come on." he grabbed her hand taking her over to the grotto.

He led her down the man made steps carved into the side and on to the white sand beach. He took his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest and slipped down to his swim trunks. He watched as Arias eyes swept his body. A light red tinge spead across her cheeks she so damn cute when shes flustered he thought to himself. Aria followed suit revealing her beautiful curvy body in her sexy pilkadot bikini. She was thin, but thick in all the right place. He felt his member twitch in his shorts at the sight. "You ready?" He asked holding out his hand. "No, but something tells me you wont let up, so why not." She took his hand and they walked to the top of the grotto. After a few minutes it was their turn to jump.

"Will you hold my hand while I jump?" She turned to him, her eyes pelading. "Of course. Now on my three we jump." They walked to the ledge "One... two... three!" They lept off the side plummeting down to the blue shimmering water. They crashed into the water, Leo swam back to the surface quickly searching for Aria who popped up a few seconds later. She was laughing as she floated in the crystalclear water, it was like music to his ears. He had no idea what this feeling was, but he knew he wanted to hear more of her laugh. "That was amazing." She Swam over to him wrapping her arms around him. They laughed together for a minute before locking eyes, leo searched for any sign of doubt, when he found none he leaned in. Lips inches from each other before another jumper landed next to them, splashing them spoiling the moment.

They got out of the water, laying on the beach for a while. His eyes trained on her. Her long chestunt hair wet cascading the side if her neck and shoulder. The way the specks of water glistened in the sun against her sun kissed body,She was breathtaking. He had never met anyone like her, sure everyone he had ever been with knew his title. They were either noble, or acquainted with nobility. The commoners he bedded, he never formed any kind of bond with. But Aria, she was different, she was something special. He never told her he was a prince, he also was almost afraid to make a move in fear she would run.

"So, as beautiful as it is here. And as much as I love laying on the beach. I did not eat breakfast and I am starving." She sat up. "Oh. Right, sorry about that. There are some places in town we can grab a bite. Lets get going." They dressed and went back to the bike. A short ride layer they found a small bistro nestled into the small town. Once they walked in the amazing smells smacked them in the face. A little old lady walked up to them and said something in Italian. Leo answered back in perfect Italian and they were taken to a table. A plate of warm breadsticks were placed on the table with a melted butter dish. "So you know Italian?" She ripped a piece of bread off "how many other languages do you know?" "Um many, I am not sure how many there are to be honest."

"Wow, that's impressive. And what is it you do for a living Mr Rhys? That is when you're not jet setting across Europe. " she continued to nibbled on her breadstick. "Well, my family is in um, politics. I am learning the business." He half lied. "Interesting, and what type of politics?" She questioned. She is actually interested in this? "Um governing, foreign policy." He half lied again. He was trying hard to be anyone but crown Prince Leo. He never thought he would be so happy to see the waitress in his life. They ordered and then it was back to questions.

"So Aria, what is it you do?" He wondered. "Me? Well I am a student at Penn state." She answered twirling the pasta on her fork. "Fantastic, what is your major?" He leaned in, genuinely invested in learning more about her. "English, I want to be and elementary school teacher. " she answered. "That is really great, Aria." Leo reached his hand across the table squeezing hers. "I think you will make a wonderful teacher. "

After their meal they hopped back on Leo's bike. she had plans with Ellie that night and she would kill her if she stood her up. He couldn't stop the permanent grin that was plastered on his face as she held onto his waist tight. He had taken many women for a ride on the many bikes he owned, but something about her holding onto him felt different, it felt good, it felt right. As they pulled up in front of the hotel Aria hopped off. "Thank you Leo, for an amazing day." She handed him the helmet. "It was my pleasure." He grinned taking the helmet from her. "Well, I better get ready." She hesitated, Leo wanted to kiss her, after the grotto he restrained himself. She leaned in giving him a hug and turned to walk away. He hadn't made plans to see her again, but he wasn't ready to say good bye "where are you going tonight?" He blurted out, he needed to say something, anything to see her again. A smile formed across her face "Dogana. Bye Leo." She waved as she walked down the alley and dissapeared. Leo kicked his bike to life and took off, he would definitely be going to the club tonight. He just needed to convince Percy to join him.

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[madeforgardens]

Your songs-related answer was EVERYTHING and now I can't stop myself from asking you the same question for our other sweet boy. So yeah, are there any songs that make you think of Martino?

thank you love!! here we go 💌if you sense a pattern here... there is.

i giorni di domani - the days of tomorrow by marco mengoni

“Ogni ponte, ogni casa, ogni pagina aperta ogni odore, ogni strada ogni piazza deserta i miei occhi, le mie mani mi parlano di te”

Every bridge, every houseevery open pageevery scent, every roadevery empty squaremy eyes, my handsall tell me about you 

“Una radio che dicese invecchiassimo insiemeTutti i giorni di domani mi parlano di te”

A radio sayingwhat if we grew old togetherAll days of tomorrow tell me about you

“Ora i miei occhi a disertare il sonno Potessi almeno addormentare il cuore Nel buio sotto la mia pelle ti nasconderei ancora ancora” 

Now my eyes are forsaking sleepCould I at least numb my heartIn the darkness under my skin I would hide youagainand again

if this isn’t Marti right now? thinking about Nico and what they had together?

home by AURORA

“Lost in the moment againStuck where the road has no endKeeping the thought in our mindsOne day life will be kind”

“We are not aliveWe are surviving every time”

again, she says about this song that “It’s not a good way of living, making yourself numb, trying to let every day pass by as quickly as possible. But at least it makes us happy for a while. We are home”. I think this is exactly how Marti behaved in the first half of the season up until ep6. And somehow even now, we see it even with his mom, he never lets out his emotions until it is totally necessary, he always numbs himself 💔

ti amo il venerdì sera - i love you on friday nights by lemandorle

“E adesso dammi tutto quel che haiCosì felice non sei statao maiForse mi ami e manco ti conosco”

And now give me everything you haveYou’ve never been this happyMaybe you love me and I don’t even know you

“Ma dimmi quello che sei, quello che hai, quello che vuoi”

But tell what you are, what you have, what you want

from the band: “Il venerdì sera. Un rituale collettivo, universale, liberatorio. La sensazione, gioiosa e un po’ malinconica, che qualunque cosa possa accadere. Nascono amori di una sera, amicizie decennali, rapporti di una vita. Perché il venerdì sera è uno snodo di vite parallele, possibilità mancate e strade che non percorreremo. È un salto nel buio, un atto di fede. Come l’amore. Come la vita. Come le cose che vogliamo di più. Le rincorriamo tutta la settimana, arrivano, e puntualmente alla fine del weekend qualcosa ci sfugge”.

Friday night. A collective, universal, liberating ritual. The feeling, joyous and a bit melancholic, that anything could happen. One-night loves are born, decennial friendships, relationships that last a life. Because friday night is an intersection of parallel lives, missed opportunities and roads we’ll never travel. It’s a jump into the unknown, an act of faith. Just like love. Like life. Like the things we want the most. We chase them all week, they come, and punctually, at the end of the weekend, something escapes us.

I mean... This describes perfectly ep2 and especially, of course, Tabasco. Even the “at the end something escapes us” bit. Spending the whole day with your crush, who seems to reciprocate, and then finding out he has a girlfriend? Come on. Also, this is actually in the s1 soundtrack, when the girls go to have a drink and Eva confronts Marti!

la sera dei miracoli - the night of the miracles by lucio dalla

“È la sera dei miracoli, fai attenzione: (...)Della luna che sta per cadere;E la gente corre nelle piazze per andare a vedere”

It’s the night of the miracles, be careful:Of the moon that is about to fall down;And people run into the squares to go see

“A due a due gli innamoratiSciolgono le vele come i pirati”

Two by two the loversSet sails like the pirates

“E in mezzo a questo mareCercherò di scoprire quale stella seiPerché mi perdereiSe dovessi capire che stanotte non ci sei”

And in the middle of this seaI’ll try to find out what star you areBecause I would lose myselfIf I understood that you’re not here tonight

This loses a lot of meaning and musicality in english and maybe doesn’t even make too much sense, but this could be the perfect soundtrack for tonight. Not that I’d want it in the scene itself, because it’d be a bit too much and I think Ludovico has something else in mind about the whole vibe, but ideally this is the perfect song, both because of the lyrics and the mood, if that makes sense?

ad occhi chiusi - with closed eyes by marco mengoni

“Da quando ci sei tu la luce del mattino ha più colori e non mi sento più un piccolo silenzio fra i rumori. Dell'amore non so niente conosco solo te sei il confine della mia pelle e al di là io penso che di più non c'è.Anche se non puoi tu sorridimi e sono pochi sai i miracoliriconoscerei le tue mani in un istante, ti vedo ad occhi chiusi e sai perché fra miliardi di persone ho visto solo te”

Ever since you came into my lifethe morning light has more colors and I don’t feel any morelike a small silence in between all the noise I don’t know anything about love  I only know you You are the boundary of my skin andI believe there is nothing more beyond.Even when you can’t, please smile at me.There are few miracles, you knowI would recognise your hands in an instant I see you with closed eyes and you know why: among billions of people I’ve seen only you 

“Quanta forza che mi hai dato non lo sai di spiegarlo non è facile”

You have no idea how much strength you’ve given me,and it’s not easy to explain

I even made a gifset about this because it’s too perfect. I can’t believe Bessegato payed Marco to write not one, not two, BUT EVERY SINGLE SONG about our beautiful boys ❣️

la cura - the cure by franco battiato

“Ti solleverò dai dolori e dai tuoi sbalzi d'umoreDalle ossessioni delle tue manie,Supererò le correnti gravitazionaliLo spazio e la luce per non farti invecchiareE guarirai da tutte le malattiePerché sei un essere specialeEd io, avrò cura di te”

I'll relieve you from the pains and from your mood swingsFrom the obsessions of your delusions.I'll overcome the gravitational currents,The space and the light, in order to not to let you grow old.And you’ll heal from all the diseasesBecause you're a special beingAnd I will take care of you

“Tesserò i tuoi capelli come trame di un cantoConosco le leggi del mondo, e te ne farò donoSupererò le correnti gravitazionaliLo spazio e la luce per non farti invecchiareTi salverò da ogni malinconiaPerché sei un essere speciale ed io avrò cura di teIo sì, che avrò cura di te“

I'll weave your hair like the plot of a songI know the laws of the world, and I'll offer them to youI'll overcome the gravitational currents,The space and the light so you do not grow old.I will save you from every melancholyBecause you're a special being and I will take care of youI, yes, I will take care of you

Ok this is probably the most used italian song EVER when it comes to love, but I couldn’t help myself. It is so delicate and it’s what Nico needs and deserves. The very last bit, Io sì che avrò cura di te, I will take care of you, not like your parents or your girlfriend, I won’t put you in a cage, I will take care of you like you need to. Because you’re a special being and you deserve it. Wow, this will never not make me emotional.

This is it, these are the first that came to mind. Unfortunately or not lately I’ve been listening to the same songs over and over again and they’re either the soundtrack of this season or from the same two italian artists (yes, Marco Mengoni and Ultimo) so maybe there could be a lot more but right now I’ve kinda forgotten about them, you know what I mean? but I’ll add them here in the future whenever something new pops up! and the same goes about Nico of course 💌

[toddykun]

toddy, what do you think of donald and scrooge relationship in this episode???

oh anon, you just asked THAT question to my overanalyzing ass lmao thank u so much, i will indulge in this without restrictions ggg

little summary of donald and scrooge’s relationship in the episode: #TeamUncleForTheWin2k18 in a—more literal sense than expected. this gonna  be a looooooooooooooooooooong post anon, so hold yourself. and take into account that this is my opinion and my interpretation so i could be right or wrong, we just dont know, so that :D

all those scrooge and donald’s bonding moments were wholesome and funny (i loved them with all my freaking heart is2g they having a better relationship is my fuel to keep living lmao) but there is still some things that are hanging on even after scrooge definition of family that is obviously about them so lets start

1. scrooge choosing donald immediately and ‘i was in the will?’ moment

after going awwww when scrooge excitedly goes around screaming game night and he immediately chooses donald and laughing my ass off because donald’s ‘i was in the will?’ line, all that got me thinking because i cant stop my overanalyzing ass lmao. why did scrooge choose donald and why was donald surprised to be in the will? the overcompetitive nature of scrooge answered the first one really fast, scrooge chose him, as always, because it benefits him for reasons, reinforced by the threat of them losing and removing him of the will, more than because he wanted them to bond over board games. this is actually not that weird for scrooge, he usually does this a lot, especially to donald. i actually have problems with this more because of the actual status of their relationship more than because scrooge did this, this will be explained with the next point so i will go with my second question.

why was donald surprised? there are two possible answers for this: 1. donald didnt ever really thought about the will matter, the theme is new to him so hes surprised 2. donald didn’t think scrooge cared enough for him to be in the will so hes surprised when he actually is. i will be expanding in the second one because donald could have thought various things from this: 

1. he could have thought that because of scrooge’s greedy nature, the possibility of him having a will was nonexisting, he wouldn’t want his fortune to be someone else’s even after death, even when real scrooge would consider that a waste, the possibility of anyone being in scrooge’s will is a big ‘wait what’ to him 2. his board is the one getting everything lmao theyre the ones handling all those business stuff and that whats matter to scrooge, so why would anyone else be in the will? 3. if someone from the family was meant to be scrooge’s heir, it wouldnt be him, it would be only della, the twin that scrooge favored the most. definitely not him, the twin that scrooge reprimanded and dismissed the most. him? in the will? wtf? scrooge couldn’t care enough about him to put him in the will. but he does and whoa, wait what i am???? donald didn’t think scrooge would care, and that makes sense, this scrooge is terrible at really showing donald he cares about him outside from fighting and using him as bait. so, donald is surprised.

the good thing is, i actually see this version of scrooge having everyone in his will: the twins, the triplets (especially louie, hes probably his principal heir at this point lmao), webby, mrs beakley, launchpad, matilda (if shes alive), his parents (who are kind of immortal now?) even gladstone, fethry or grandma duck (if shes alive). leaving them all a special thing that would help them in some way, something with meaning for every person. especially to the twins, who are like his children. another good thing, scrooge is starting to show donald that he cares, enough to put him in the will and i hope this progress in scrooge showing him that he cares about him more than he actually shows him.

bonus: scrooge running stairs down with donald was precious and funny. 10/10. not bad, scrooge was just so excited. so cute.

2. ‘that’s why he chose him’, charades and non-verbal communication, understanding donald, and acting nonsensical moment.

‘ooooh, thats why he picked donald’, dewey just confirmed my suspicions about scrooge’s motivation for choosing donald, it saddens me but i expected it. again, not because scrooge did this because of his competitive strike but because he hasnt show donald that he would choose him even if he couldnt get something out of it. i want more scrooge respecting donald for who he is more than for what he can get out of him. i need scrooge choosing donald because he is family too cuz almost all the time he only chooses him for benefits. like overall, scrooge probably plays favoritism with the twins over anyone else in the family, but with the twins themselves? he favors della over donald, in an over ridiculous open way, he is really not trying to hide it. like, he recriminates donald for not being like della in the ‘17 comics? how fucked up is that? i try not to use the comics’ standpoint of their relationship because it upsets me honestly, they glorified della too much and abused donald too much. maybe because theyre from scrooge’s view of point? hes always going around talking about how great della was but donald? the series at least says that donald is actually freaking good, strong, smart and sharp and deserves the fandom getting over the top for him. the comics well….u know. but the thing is, the comics actually explain why donald is so surprised every time scrooge shows him affection or why donald looks not surprised when scrooge just uses him as a decoy, like bruh :/

‘you spent thirty years guessing what donald was saying, you must get good enough at non-verbal communication’ donald and scrooge are, not-so-surprisingly, good at charades (della must be too, now that i think about it, if scrooge and donald are almost unstoppable then the twins are really hardcore about it), this comes from donald having a speech impediment, something that probably led him to use a lot of non-verbal communication in the past. kids with especially difficult speech impediments to deal with rely heavily on non-verbal communication, usually because they develop social anxiety, insecurities and are overall scared of not being understood and being punished for it, especially outside of their safe circle (bullying, indifference, little to none social circle). baby donald probably suffered from this (who am i kidding, he definitely suffered from it, hell, donald is the most suffering classical disney character honestly the old comics are not even subtle about him being mentally ill and disabled), these kids can even stop altogether talking even to the ppl they know can understand them. all this comes into play if we assume that scrooge hanged with the twins since they were kids. hortense or not, grandma duck or not, scrooge spent time with the twins like he spends it now with the triplets. donald is not the most confident person, since he was a kid, for a good reason, he probably didn’t talk a lot as a kid with ppl outside his safe circle, scrooge comes to play later into his life so hes probably an outsider at the start of their relationship. but adventure needs communication for teamwork and to keep kids safe out there you need to be able to understand them and they need to understand you. this left scrooge with only an option: learn to understand donald, no matter what method he uses. charades? scrooge understands. ASL? scrooge understands. unintelligible gibberish? SCROOGE UNDERSTANDS! wow, hello, lost confidence. 

that probably boosted donald’s confidence quite greatly. an outsider, uncle scrooge that is grumpy and kind of asocial, gave the effort to understand little scared and unintelligible donald that probably only his twin and parents until now could understand perfectly. if that didnt bust his confidence idk what could. points for scrooge for being a great uncle!

for all this, he hasn’t told donald he doesn’t understand him because he does understand him, almost perfectly (like the triplets should do, just saying), he isnt going to have an ‘i dont understad you’ moment…..yet i expect it doesn’t happen or else, im gonna cry, first the triplets who had lived with him all their life? and now scrooge who webby said has spent at least thirty years with him? fucking come on. if della comes back and she doesn’t understand his twin brother perfectly im gonna cry, fucking honestly. donald needs to confidently talk with his speech impediment, excitedly, happy, almost unintelligible but with the confidence that there are ppl out there that do understand him and love him. i expect scrooge and della to be those ppl (not counting the caballeros, uno, storkules, and other family members, who can maybe understand him but arent with him constantly to remind him to not let down his confidence in that matter).

also they fighting nonsensically is the best thing, because they do that a lot, they fight over the most ridiculous things and they act like that sometimes, just pure idiocy over the most unimportant matters is like their default mode is the best. they’re can be so ridiculously petty, i love them. 

3. ‘team uncle for the win!’, hug and retreat and lets just shook hands moment

THEY HUGGED!!!!SO!!!GOOD!!!!! wait no keep hugging what are you doing? show each other how much you care, you need it, you dummies, goddamit and now you’re shaking hands ok why not fucking god

well besides that, ‘team uncle for the win!’ was a beautiful, spontaneous and wholesome moment that i shouldnt overanalyze but i will anyways lmao i have the opinion that scrooge said that spontaneously but can be interpreted in a more literal sense to understand scrooge and donald’s actual status of their relationship. team uncle is literally for the win, it wouldnt exist if it didn’t fulfill that specific function, donald probably knows this team up is more a way for them to win, for scrooge to win. but when against all odds they are successful in jenga (lol) this triggers something in scrooge that genuinely burst him into an affection spring and makes him shout that, it was just a piece, they both know it but its almost the first time they have bonded in years and donald, who is particularly sensitive and reacts a lot to emotions, reacts as well with affection and excitement, and what happens when ppl sync up their emotions spontaneously like that? they are overflowed with it, they need to act on it, emotions are almost impossible to control, they’re unpredictable, quick and extremely powerful driving forces so what obviously happens? THEY HUG!!!! emotions made these two idiots hug, they havent hug in years!!! YEARS!!! and they hug again in years because they were overflowed with genuine affection!!! but like i say, emotions are quick and when they end, its like a slap of realization in the face, they go ‘omg i did that!’ and separate immediately, just to go and cordially shake hands? when emotions are involved, context usually flies out the window, they probably forgot ten years of separation in that instant, but when it ended all those years came back and made it kind of uncomfortable. so their ‘we’re doing this just to win’ attitude comes back.

but it was good! its a good start! i dont know if they showed each other this kind of spontaneous affection but without embarrassment, pre-della disappearing but it. is. GOOD. these two need as much fluff as the triplets and webby get. uncle-nephew/niece relationship is a big thing in the DuckTales universe, and for scrooge and donald to not have as much as the triplets get kills me inside. they need this the most, so i hope this season provides because it started well in that matter, i hope it progresses into unapologetic and genuine affection without embarrassing departings and weird shake hands. 

4. helping him get up moment

completely underrated and wholesome moment, like there are no downs at this moment, its too good, they helping him up? nice. scrooge looking at them mad while protectively holding onto his boy who i remind you is in the will and for consideration, he’s one of his heirs (the other one being definitely della and very probably the triplets)? so nice. beautiful, i love it. mindless fluff this was. 10/10.

5. using donald as a weapon and scrooge’s definition of family.

like theres a difference between fighting alongside scrooge and being used to fight by scrooge. and here we see it, that even when scrooge is technically using donald, they are actually fighting together, its different from when scrooge just forces donald to danger and fights and you know why? because donald is doing it willingly. he is enjoying himself fighting, donald has shown from time to time that he likes to fight. so when he fights willingly and scrooge joins him, he enjoys himself, he is happy. like, look at his face, donald is into it, this is a duck that likes adventure and fighting, this is different from the gladstone’s episode and the ‘17 comics, where scrooge just pushes donald into things without his consent or knowledge because what? he thinks donald wouldnt understand? that donald is going to say no to protect his family if necessary? goddamit scrooge, if you took the time to let donald trust you and explain things to him, he would do the things you ask him, he is smart and u know it. this is one of the things where i hc the twins to differ, adult della followed scrooge almost blindly into danger, pushed by her own ambition and thirst for adventure, while adult donald, careful donald who was probably in the navy and has seen things and adventure spirit has matured, did not. i dont think scrooge took that as good as he should. scrooge favored della for throwing herself at danger just like that, confidently and recklessly, but would frown at donald, who turned around and asked why, who said no, who said but, who said this doesnt worth losing ourselves, who was again, too careful. so, scrooge decides to push him around, to see if this could trigger something, instead of talking him into it, and we know how hard it can be for scrooge to talk things trough. i dont think scrooge had any malicious intent but he didnt choose the best way into that and well, when you force someone into something they dont want, it doesnt end well. scrooge needs to learn to talk things through. also, scrooge needs to apologize, donald already forgave him but just that its not going to fix ten years of separation and past issues. scrooge needs to put his weight into this relationship too. and this probably starts with scrooge’s definition of family:

“You drive each other crazier than anyone could and still care about each other more than anyone!”

we have seen this particular definition of their relationship play into the old comics a lot, and in some low level in the series. but the thing is and i have pointed it out several times for the whole post, scrooge is not exactly good at showing donald how much he cares about him in the series to the point that it surprises donald when scrooge does show that he cares about him, and it makes sense that donald is surprised by it, scrooge had openly displayed favoritism for della saying how incredible she was but for donald the only thing he has really openly displayed is dismissal, comparisons to his sister and that scrooge usually just uses him to his beneficial. scrooge needs to learn how to show his affection to the twin he has left effectively, we know he cares, but donald doesn’t and for good reason! scrooge, show him your love for real!

in conclusion, their relationship is improving! it still needs time and adjustment and for scrooge to meet donald halfway into the whole forgiving the past stuff. however, they love each other despite everything and i think thats what matters the most :D they can do it! these ducks dont back down! AND…

[mark-lyn-and-friends]

If I can still do that “lets get personal” thing, I wish to ask number 93 and 99. Changing topic… the other day I saw La forma della Voce, in english The Shape of Voice or A Silent Voice and… wow… it’s very deep and gives a lot of feelings. The quality of the drawing and of the music is wonderful and the story is… deep. Seriously, you should watch it… I… at some points I was almost going to cry because of the topics the movie shows… I don’t know if you’re a sentimental guy at the same level of me but… It’s wonderful under a lot of points… OK, back to our RP, sorry if yesterday (for me) I didn’t write…

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Since we finished to clean the table, I’m washing the plates while Mark is sweeping the floor but when he makes his question my face almost falls inside the water. I start to nervously chuckle before answer him: “W-well… I… I could say she has teased me a lot today and…” I make a pause:-Oh Dammit! While I feel so guilty right now? They told it’s fine and Mark already saw me making love with his wife… s-s-so why?!?- And after a pause I take a deep breath before answering: “T-the original schedule was to… have fun together this night after she makes love with you… th-this was my idea so… if I’ll not be enough-funny for her at least her night will not be to-totally ruined.” I turn to his direction: “Until now I have always been very caring in her regards, you saw it with your eyes: everytime we… joined our bodies I was always… delicate and done my best to not hurt her and to be sure she was able to breath. B-b-b-but she told me to lose control and… I… I know the only way is seeing sex with her not like something sentimental but just like something funny.” I make another pause to take another breath: “I… I have feelings for her, not deep as yours of course, but I have feelings and I think these feelings stop me to just… have simple fun with her.” I squeeze a punch: “A-and it’s for this reason that… I… this night I am supposed to wait her outside the ger so we can have some fun after you fall asleep but I…” -Come on JP, finish your sentence!- “…I… I’ll warn her about the lack of sensibility I’ll use with her while we reach the Healing Machine.” I low my gaze: “I plan to have sex with her inside there so if accidentally I’ll hurt her with some movements… at least she’ll start heal right after.” I chuckle ironically turning to the other side and seeing that luckily Lyn is not here listening to us: “I wanted too to use a bottle of that Askrian drink of the other time to increase my stamina but…” I turn again to him with a serious look: “In the end it’s up to you Mark, if you’re against this… I’ll delete all my planning with your wife.”

Mark saw JP falter a bit at his question, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his continued reservations about this whole thing with him and Lyn. But he listened intently to his words as always, but decided to give him a bit of advice as well.

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to sit this one out and let you two just go at it alone.” He noted. “I’m still tired from my trip, and something tells me Lyn wants to see what you have for her as soon as possible. And something else, she’s not gonna want to do it in that tank again, I saw the look in her eyes, she wants to do it on the grass, the plains she loves so much, so I’d do it there if I were you.” He paused a bit to think of what to say next.

“And don’t worry about hurting her, you’re not going to, she’s a strong woman, both physically and mentally. So like you said, try to have some fun with it, it’ll make the whole thing a lot better for you.” He added. About that time Lyn came back, all clean from her bath, only wearing a towel. “With that I take my leave, have a fun night you two.” And Mark retired to the bedroom.

“Oh, he must be so tired out from that trip.” Lyn said walking into the kitchen next to JP. “Well, that just leaves you, me, and some tough words to live up to.” She added in a sexy voice. 

(Maybe if I see it somewhere I’ll check it out. 93: All the dumb and useless memories from school 99: “Not everyone has had the same life experience as you have.”)