Prompt:Henry & y/n invited to his moms for thanksgiving. Mom also invites his ex.His mom is super strict so everyone is supposed to have separate rooms, mostly for his ex to slip into his room but she opens the door to find you sitting on his face.
This one was kind of tough but, ended up being a super fun story to write!Hope you guys enjoy it !Thanks for your ask, hope this lives up to the expectation.
“Are we going?” you ask quietly.
“Do you want to go?” he says, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.
“I mean….. It’s your mother. We kinda have to.” he pulls you in closer letting out a low hmmm.
“Yes. but, I don’t visit her often for a reason.” he says quietly. The heft of his arm and the sheets around you calling you to relaxation.
“And what’s that reas-”
“She’s crazy.” he says bluntly. You laugh,immediately knowing he’s joking . It was very out of character for him to call anyone out of their name. Much less his own mother. You look up at him to notice he isn’t laughing, not even smiling.
“O Henry, come on! She is not crazy, I’m sure she just misses you. That’s why she calls so often.”
He caresses your face “My mother is a tiny, blonde psychopath. I love her with all my heart but, everytime I bring a woman home she gets so attached I- it’s hard to explain.” he trails off.
“Guess I’ll just have to meet her then!” you squeal sleepily into his chest before drifting away in an ocean of plans.
You packed, you brushed your teeth, and were ready early in time for the flight. Henry slept most of the way but, you were too filled with questions of if she would like you, and what he of all people meant by calling his mother an attached psychopath. The hours ticked away and you looked worriedly from the clock on your phone to Henry.
“Maybe she just forgot we were coming today?Should we call?” you ask
“Nooooo. No. She has forgotten nothing. This is what she does. Constantly trying to keep me on my toes, I guarantee you she’s up to something.”
You snort through your nose “Henry I guarantee your mother is not that malicious.”
“Have you met her yet?” he jokes flatly. Just then the car pulls up a decently clean but embarrassingly tiny red kia soul, flying like a bat out of hell.
You exhale, taking a step off of the curb and waiting for your moment of truth.
She jumps out of the car and runs to her son, jumping into his arms. He smiles for a minute holding her and you see the light of a little boy flicker in him for a moment. He pulls back at the sound of the trunk popping open and begins to load the bags into the back for the weekend.
“Mrs. Marianne I am just so excited to finally get to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and I’m really excited to-” She cuts you off turning back to her son.
“And Hen you remember Ellen.”
That’s when you see her, a leggy blonde with a perfect smile stepping out of the car that just makes your heart drop. Ellen fucking Whitaker. Ofcourse, champion show jumping horse rider from a family of professional horse trainers and not to mention gorgeous but, most importantly Henry’s ex- fiance.
“Cool, cool ,cool ,cool” you can hear yourself muttering under your breath trying not to explode.
“Mum this is y/n! She was very excited to be invited.” he confirms, giving you some comfort that he’s on your side.
“Mmm. Well that’s darling.” she spins on her heels heading back towards the driver’s side of the car.
You follow Henry as you both hug Ellen and exchange your greetings. She seems to think his mother bringing her here is just as ridiculous as you do and while you still despise her presence that knowledge makes it vaguely reassuring that she hasn’t come to fight for his love.
“Henry, dear sit up here with me I want to hear all about LA.” he rolls his eyes, making his way to the passenger side while you and Ellen assemble yourselves in the back of the tiny car with the luggage. You flip your phone over in your lap and notice a text from Henry. “I love you.Don’t stress out. She’s just like this.” you text him back a heart emoji but, it’d be a lie to pretend your heart wasn’t still caught in your throat. Not only did his mother refuse to acknowledge you. But, she brought some random ass woman that she obviously plans for Henry to be with instead. Actually , no.Not random, which is even worse! Am I spirialing ? I feel like I’m spiraling. You had completely zoned out of the sweet family reunion happening infront of you an attempted to string some words together in your head that would help you explain how you feel to him when you finally got alone time. You entered the driveway of the estate and his mother handed the keys to the valet , excusing herself and calling Ellen to follow her inside. Being excluded from the girl’s powwow didn’t bother you as much since if gave you a chance to speak to Henry. The Butler offered to help but, he insisted on doing it himself, calling him by name. And you were momentarily reminded of the things you did love about Henry. You followed behind him as he carried things to the room. You tried to make small talk with him as you unzipped your suitcase and began pulling out your necessities for your facewash routine.
“O ummmm-” Henry looked at you as if trying to hide back from saying something. More bad information you were sure.
“You actually have the room down the hall.”he says sheepishly.
“What do you mean?” your eyes widen despite your attempts to quell your emotion. He has to be crazy. There’s no other way to explain.
“My mom doesn’t want me to share a bed in her home unless its with the woman I’ve marrried.” he says , hands up in a defensive position.
You exhale slowly repacking your things. “Sure. Ofcourse. What wouldn’t she want that.”
You knew it sounded bitter but, you couldn’t help it.
“Hey -” he grabs your arm as you head towards the door, pulling you in and kissing you .His hand coming to your cheek, fingers resting on the back of your head, giving you the comfort he couldn’t offer with words.
“Plus” he whispers into your lips “It will be fun to sneak around like kids for a few days.”You roll your eyes at him as his hands make their way to your ass. He gropes you for a bit before you escape his grasp headed to your room or Marianne created dungeon. Actually the room was quite nice. The flowers on the wall paper felt like a bit much but, the room got great sun and wasn’t to far from the bathroom . You liked that the estate had an old-timey feel of walking down the hall to use the toilet. Plus, it allowed you more excuses to be where Henry is. You unpacked your room and then sat on the bed next to your empty suitcase before exhaling,and finding the strength to get dressed for dinner.
You stepped gently down the stairs ,trying to avoid the steps that creak when your hear the door close behind you. Looking up over the landing you see Henry at the top of the stairs.
“What are you doing?”he asks flatly.
You become aware of your hunched back and your body language from testing the step with your toe.
“I- I just don’t want to go.” you confessed.
He rushes in your direction, “Sweetheart you don’t have to.”
“No I mean I want to I just ….I was so excited to meet your mother and she just-”
“Listen” he leans against the wall scratching the side of his face. “I was trying to protect you. I should have tried to explain her more but it’s- she’s just so embarrassing. If you want, we can cut it short and go home tomorrow.” he seems genuinely saddened that his mom had been so rude. You hadn’t even had the chance to tackle Ellen’s presence before you hear a fumbling downstairs and his mother calling for him. He looks at you silently giving you time to decide.
“I still want to try and win her over.” you whisper back to him. He laughs a little at your determination and offers you his arm. You walk to dinner together and his presence gives you comfort.
At dinner your seats are assigned. Shockingly your seat is not next to Henry’s but one of their family friend’s who was also visiting. You thought it a smart call on Marriane’s part. Had it just been the four of you for dinner the meal was sure to mostly be had in silence. You sat across from Henry and although he and Ellen had a few hushed moments this test actually caused you to feel more confident in your relationship. His mom was being a bitch but, when she did he’d nudge your foot under the table. This nudge eventually turned into a quiet game of footsies but, as adults your were grateful for the reminder that no matter how it seemed he was always prioritizing you. By the time dessert came you decided you wanted to try pushing the boundaries. His mother hadn’t said anything rude to you, she simply had not spoken to you at all. And if she had already decided she hated you then there wasn’t much left for you to do but, enjoy the sculpture of a man that she had created. You slipped your foot from your shoe and let your footsies progress to you rubbing him through his pants with your foot. His eyes shoot to you across the table,but he doesn’t give you away. You can feel him growing harder under your toes as he melts into his chair. His face looks so small and innocent, looking at you, trying so hard to be in control, to be good. His mother hurls a few rude words but, you are to turned on by the view across from you to care. Once dismissed from the table, the tempered dash to the bedroom is quick. His hand presses into your back as he practically pushes you up the stairs. His room was the closest to the stairs , as you walked past he grabs your arm , pulling you in.
“Heeeeey hey hey.” you whisper to him as he slips his hand up your dress. “I think your mother will notice if I’m not in my room.” he groans into you. “Shhhh. I’ll come back later” you pull back winking at him. He slowly removes his hand and you turn, switching out of the room.
You promptly switch into your best lingerie and robe while counting the minutes, listening as the sounds of the house grow softer and softer. When the coast seems clear, you softly make your way to Henry’s room. You push the door open slowly trying to mitigate the creak as much as possible.You can see his figure sitting up in the dark. You drop your robe to the ground as he closes his book. “ I thought you’d never come!” he exhales. He places his book on the nightstand and you jump into bed, straddling him. His hands reach around to cup your ass and your grab him by the wrists.
“Don’t touch.” you warn. He cocks his head to the side as if to question the change from your usual power exchange.
“Only with your tongue.” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He smiles coyly and you move yourself up the headboard of the bed. You grab onto it as he pulls your panties to the side. He hums into you and you are doing your best to keep quiet as you grip down onto the headboard beneath. You reach your other hand down cradling the back of his head while his tongue explores further into you. Biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep from crying out ,you pull his hair and his hand smack your ass in response.
“Fuck” you exhale into the darkness and just then you hear the door creak open.
“Oh no!” you turn around to see Ellen, and no sooner than you lock eyes, you grab the duvet pulling it over both of your bodies.Henry is confused and ends up being mostly exposed during the shuffle.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Ummm your mom told me to- I’m sorry I-” She turned , rushing out of the room; a flurry of nerves and embarrassment. The door slammed behind her and you both looked at eachother, momentarily embarrassed too. But, then you both broke into laugher. This entire trip had been absurd, this is almost just on brand. You lift your leg in an attempt to end your straddling of him , when he stops you with a hand to your lower back. Smiling while looking up at you he says
“I wasn’t finished yet.” and you melt back into him.
Description: it is a rainy night in Saint canard, darkwing duck or other wise known as drake mallard has caught a small cold, as gosalyn stays with her denying dad at home, she calls her favorite baby sitter, piper blu lynxley, but the cool older baby sitter is hiding a little something, something she hides as she goes over for a visit, while launchpad picks up a movie and some snacks for a little movie night
Authors note: I hope you guys enjoy! It's kinda long and I worked really hard on it but I'm still nervous, thoughts and feelings would be appreciated. Also beware drakepad
Warning! This is 1991 darkwing duck show blu, not ducktales 2017 blu, I consider them similar but different lore wise, so don't associate this fan fic with dt17 blu!
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It was a quiet rainy night in Saint canard, which was rare, not the rainy part but the quiet part, usually some new foe would be driving darkwing up the wall by now, but when the masked mallard went out on patrol there wasn't a dang thing! If that didn't annoy him enough he was out in the rain long enough to start coming down with someone ugh
At the moment, darkwing duck, or drake mallard, was at home, sitting on a chair with a warm drink in his feathered hands and a blanket rapped around himself to fight off the freezing wet cold outside that door, his head had a slight slit of a feverish headache and the back of his throat felt dry and scratchy, most likely early signs of some kind of cold
He didn't have time to think about it right now, for he heard the sound of wheels skurting though out the house, the clink and hicker of a hockey stick down the hall and dash of a hockey puck down in the distance, it must've been-
Gosalyn roller skated into the living room, tumbling over on the edge of the carpet with a subtle oof, sitting down on carpeted floor the drake spoke up
" how Many times have I told you not to skate around in the house, goss? "
Gossyln perked up at the sound of the old mallards voice, rubbing the back of her head with a light snicker she responded
" uhh.. five? "
" Gosalyn "
" okay okay! Jeez "
Goss stood up and walked over carefully to the couch as she sat next to her dear dad. Pealing off her roller skates, with a small flick in her tail feather she asked with curiosity
" hey dad, where's launchpad? "
Drake hummed, resting his eyes for a moment while peaking with a sigh
" he said he'll be out renting a movie, something about a new action movie release he wanted to get his hands on "
The young girl perked up at this, jumping up on the couch cushion she bounced on her flippered feet
" ooo really? With ninjas and aliens? Or giant lava slug monsters! "
The so called terror who flaps in the night chuckled at the sound of his daughter's excitement, patting her head he spoke with amusement
" oh gosalyn, it'll probably just be some spy movie he picks up, don't get your hopes up too high kiddo "
Gosalyn sat back down and pouted with a puff, crossing her feathered arms
" just some cheesy spy movie? Man, and he calls that action? I could see every car chase a mile away in those "
" well, you can always be doing your homework insteadd~ "
Drake added, giving a boop to gosalyns beak with a knowing smile on his own, goss rubbed the back of her head and with a nervous chuckle and switch of her personality the girl responded with
" uhhhh on a second thought I sure it'll be great! What a action packed adventure heheh "
" that's what I thought "
Gosalyn playfully stuck out her tongue out at drakes teasing, shooing his hand away from her with squinted eyes, this made a flick of a laugh escape darkwings beak, it was genuine but short lived, for a uncomfortable scratch it his sore throat like a wave and he coughed hard at the feeling, burying his chin into his arm with a dry icky coughing fit, gosalyn paused her playful behavior at the sight, a small frown painting her beak now, gosalyn hopped off the couch with a patter
" jeez dad are you okay? You aren't looking too good "
" oh, dear- I am the pprr- perfect p-picture of h-hEALTH- AHCHEW- "
Dw couldn't help but sneeze into his arm, one or two times, gosalyn put her hands on her hips and shook her head, the girl spoke to him before running down the hall
" I'll call the babysitter "
" what!? "
Mr mallard tried to tell his daughter but she was already gone to make a call, gosalyn and her baby sitter, piper blu lynxley, were close, and drake was fond of them himself, but if goss thought some teenager would be helpful right now she was wrong... at least in drakes mind
Stopping at the end of the hall, gosalyn probed herself up on a fee books to reach the house phone, typing in blu's number and waiting for them to pick up with only the ring in the room being heard
Ringring
Ringri-
" hello? "
Blu picked up, their tone almosta bit exasperated, the hybrided lynx twirled the wire of the phone and held it close to their face with a tight hold, like this little phone call just interrupted something
" hi blu! Dad's been acting real sick lately and launchpad is out, can ya come over? "
" i- what? I Don't know... where's launchpad?? "
Blu sounded curious, if not a tad concerned but still annoyed
" he's out getting some dusty spy movie, and I doubt honker would want to go out in this rain, the guy can't risk getting sick I guess "
Gosalyn responded, sitting on the same table the phone was on
" well, I don't think I would want to risk that either, it's getting pretty stormy out there, kid "
" please blu? This rain is really dampening my spirit here, plus dad will be driving me up the wall denying hes sick! Please? "
Blu could almost feel gosalyns puppy eyes from here, she rolled her eyes and with a long sigh, she responded
" alright alright, I'll be there in a pinch goss, give me a second "
" hell yeah! See ya soon! "
" language young lady-! "
The lynx blurted out before gosalyn hung up, she probably didn't even hear them, rubbing her temples she punched in a number on her line and waited as it rung, her foot thumbed on the floor in a rush
When the phone was answered, blu put it close to her ear, taking a breath, ms lynxley spoke
" this is agent 61, I won't be able to go out tonight...something came up... "
Some talking was done on the other side, a almost harsh tone made her wrench, gripping her phone the feline replied, a vague bit of unease creeping into their tone
" it's uhh...personal, I just can't reschedule..."
" okay....yes sir, sorry for the inconvenience, director buzzard..."
" goodbye "
Click
The phone was hung up, blu went to grab her coat, umbrella, bag, and walked out of her small trashed hide out
Walking on the rain muddled road blu thought to herself, wondering why she even bothered to do so much for some family, cursing herself for going somewhat soft, she couldn't help it. But they still had a job to do..
...
She hasn't even noticed how long she's been walking til she bumped into- launchpad? He was holding a box of dvds, pop corns and soda, there was a small shiver in his spine by the chilly air and somewhat wildly rain, yet he looked to blu and a smile slipped to his beak, tilting his head he asked
" ah hey jb! What are ya doing out here in this weather? "
Blu looked quite caught off guard by this sight, shaking her head quick they almost stuttered out with a baffled yet concerned tone
" launchpad?? What are you still doing in this weather?? I thought you would have taken the rat catcher or something, not going out bare flippered! "
" oh jeez, well I went out when the rain was still light but then got caught up in this mess, just my luck "
Launchpad said, shaking this head with raindrops dripping down his face, the young hybrid took a breath relaxing her shoulders and smiled a bit, holding up her umbrella to go under launchpad as well they spoke
" well, goss called me over saying Mr mallard wasn't feeling well and asked if I could come over, so I decided to slip over "
" dawh that's sweet slugger, what about we go hurry home to check out on goss and dw? "
Launchpad suggested, giving a nudge to blus shoulder as they began walking
" heh, sure... "
-Meanwhile with gosalyn and drake
Gosalyn was in the kitchen on a stool near the stove top, a pot full of water and whatever salts and seasons gosalyn would throw in there, she's always getting souped shoved down her throat when she's sick so the kid thought she should make dw some soup, a attempt was being made but it wasn't looking good in all honesty
Mr mallard was curled up cold on his seat, more of a soreness in his throat and feverish sweat, his head was pounding and hands where almost trembling, calling out to gosalyn with a horse tone, drake spoke
" Gosalyn- ough..what are you doing in there?? It sounds like a wracket for God's sake "
" oh give me a second! I'm almost done, relaaxx "
Says gosalyn before a moment later bringing a large blue bowl of- practically a bowl of salted water and carrots. Darkwing peaked a eye at the concoction, groaning he placed a hand over his eyes
" ..what is that?? "
" soup! What else would it be? "
The young duckling put her hands on her hips, pouting
" sorry goss but I don't feel like choking down a slurry of salty liquids at the moment ughn.."
dw placed the bowl on the near by coffee table, resting head into the armrest of his chair and shutting both heavy eyes
" man, I just wanted to help "
Grumbled gosalyn, shrugging with defeat yet her tone didn't change by much
Darkwing seemed to soften up a touch by his daughter's words, fluttering his eyes open he reached out a hand to ruffle her hair
" dawh I know sweetie, sorry, what about you go play on your gameduck for awhile instead? "
Gosalyn placed a hand on her chin, now shrugging she went
" huh well, if you insist "
And right before she could make a quick dash to her room, a knock at the door got her attention, waddling up to the door and opening it, she saw blu and launchpad! Just in time too, rubbing their feet on the door mat, blu was the first to waltz on in and speak
" we're here~ and- yikes you look worst than I thought "
said the lynx as she looked over to darkwing, walking on over to where he sat and leaned on his chair, dw argued, not liking blus tone
" h-hey! I have you know I am just- hughmn..peachy, just a...just a little tired "
" huh, alright then old man, I'll be in the kitchen cooking up these cornals then, maybe I'll fix ya some more tea too "
Blu took darkwings old mug from the coffee table, taking the pop corn cornals from launchpad in a short sweep of her tail she made her way to the kitchen, drakes eyes flicked straight open, speaking with some more annoyance he almost slurred out
" wh- who are you calling old young lady! "
" definitely not youuu- ahah! "
Blu's little cackle could be heard from the kitchen, walking in and sitting up on the couch aside from drake, launchpad spoke with a concerned hum
" boy dw, ya know they aren't wrong, you aren't looking to hot "
" oh I'm fine you big baboon, let's just all watch that movie together now, before you track in too much rain "
Launchpad shook his head silently, but overall began to get the dvd from the box and slip it into the dvd slot of the TV, as everyone seemed to be distracted on their own little things, gosalyn tried to sneak away upstairs, yet she only got half way up the stairs before her dear father spoke up
" Gosalyn.. "
The spirited girl snapped her head over her shoulder to look back to drake, slouching she cursed with a lowly raised fist
" dam "
" don't you dam me young lady-! "
-Small time skip to a bit later, the family was set up on the couch as the movie played In the dark living room, they had a bowl of pop corn blu brought in but no blu, apparently she was talking her sweet time with that tea, but it was fine and dandy, gosalyn was sat sinking lazily into the couch, fiddling with her fingers absent mindedly, while launchpad watched the movie with a invested gaze, drake was right besides launchpad as well, leaning on his side kicks side heavily, his head on lp's arm as he tried to keep whatever consciousness he had
Launchpad must've noticed this, he hovered a hand above drakes back before deciding to give him a gentle rub, it made the mallard let out a audible sound of relaxation, untensing his shook nerves, looking around, lp decided that the best thing to do would be to just put darkwing to bed, standing up while hanging dw up on his shoulder, the burly duck said to goss
" I'm gonna go put your dad to bed, kiddo! You go ahead and enjoy the movie, I'll be right back "
" okay lp "
The spirited duckling gave launchpad a thumbs up, still sunken pretty deep into the couch cousins, with that launchpad went ahead over and up the to the steps, drake being held onto his hand with droopy eyes while muttering incoherent things under his breath
Lp turned down the hall to drakes room, a pretty normal but cozy space, opening the door, it was relatively dark, but launchpad didn't mind to turn on a light since there was already some moon light glistening into the room via a open blind, plus he didn't want to wake his favorite crime fighter up, walking in and setting dw down on his bed, he went down with a flop, looking up to launchpad who sat down besides him on the bed, who was also looking down to him
With a tremble in his hands, darkwing felt around Lps arms and shoulders, he went up to the ducks face and cupped the sides of his bill, before his arms gave out and dropped gently down to his sides, the mallard continued to mutter to himself, almost coherently this time
Launchpads cheeks grew a faint hue of pink by the action, but he quickly shook it off, grabbing the covers fo tuck drake in, lp could hear him mumble out to him
" hey lp...? "
" yeah dw? "
A beat of silence passed, til drake continues
" am I...doing okay? "
" huh, well you're kinda under the weather right now but overall- "
" no not like that-! Ughnm...I mean as in...am I doing okay as a crime fighter, or parent, or partner... "
" oh... "
Another thick beat of silence went though the two, before launchpad responded while going drakes pillow a quick fluff
" well course ya are, drake, you can't help do your best heheh.. "
" uhh...y-yeah...just making sure..."
" yep, now get some rest dee, you probably need it "
Launchpad stood up with a small stretch, giving darkwings bed a good pat before beginning to walk out of the room, as he went drake just mumbled one more little thing as he went
" thanks, lp... "
....
Meanwhile, blu was in the kitchen, the very messing kitchen she had to admit, did a child go though here?? Nevermind, blu boiled a kettle for drakes tea, yet it sure has been boiling and hissing for a hot second, turning on the sinks water, they decided to snoop around, just to get a better read on this little family, they began to look though the drawers and cabinets, any loose papers or bills, maybe napping a thing or two she could use to help f.o.w.l, it wasn't personal, just business, that's why she was here afterall, nothing more nothing less, she had to remember that...
Looking though a cabinet full of letters and notes, she digged for a tad bit, before suddenly hearing a voice coming from behind-
" hey blu- uhh..what are you doing there? "
She got jolted back up by the sound of launchpads voice, snapping her body around to face him, the hybrided lynx chuckled nervously, they had their hands hid behind their back, a crumbled old paper in one paw, chuckling with a forced grin the feline lied though her teeth
" uhhh welll...ya know I'm just uhh- looking for this! "
She pulled out a lime squeezer with her spare hand, with a slight spin of their wrist, blu continued
" gonna...squeeze some lemons! In uhh- Mr mallards tea, yeah, it helps with soreness, i think.. "
" ahh right-o kiddo, just wanted to tell ya I got drake to hit the sack, you're welcomed to stay with me and goss to finish the movie If you'll like "
Launchpad said, a shrug in his shoulders as he walked on into the kitchen
Blu hesitated for a second, she slipped the crumbled paper in her paw into her pocket, spinning stiffly on her heel, the lynx dismissed launchpads answer
" d'uhhh..I'll love to but I really got to get back home, I have a school assignment I gotta work on.. "
" oh okay, nice seeing ya Jb! "
" you too launchpad... "
Blu grabbed her bag and coat, making her way out of the kitchen and living room
" bye gosalyn, I'll see you later "
" oh- bye blu! Call me later! Maybe we can hang tomorrow "
" yeah maybe..."
Blu waved gosalyn goodbye and took their umbrella as they went out the door, standing in the cold windy rain, the feline paused, letting the damp rain drops drip onto her ears, before looking though her pocket, taking out the folded crumpled paper and seeing...it was just a coupon for some bowling alley
With a heavy sigh, blu went ahead and walked home with slouched shoulders...
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Annon asked, 'Can you do a beelzebub x Gabriel where Beelzebub pisses Gabriel off end Gabriel starts shouting religious god hymns too Beelzebub to annoy them thank you'
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Poetry:
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Hymns: unlockingthebible.org/2013/07/…
Beelzebub knows poetry
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Iiiif by chance these are not to be used PLEASE TELL ME!!
[This is a work in progress, but this is the start of my fic idea.]
Chell was almost untouchable when she got into a testing track.
In these tests, one misstep would cost her life, so every portal was placed with precision to avoid bullet fire. Acid pits were an issue, but could be worked around. Her persistence to get through each test made things go by in a speedy fashion.
Jumping through one of the rifts she had placed on a wall, Chell flew through the air towards a tilted panel. Through the rush of air, a cold voice echoed out through the chamber, sounding mildly irritated.
“Here you go again. I’ve told you before that while you may be a killing machine, you’re not one of my birds. Try as you may, flying is not an option.”
Rolling her eyes, Chell shot a portal down at the approaching panel. Orange splashed onto it and she shot through, only to let out a startled hiss at the sight of a fast approaching wall. Her second, blue portal hadn’t been placed properly and flung her directly into a panel. Instinct to not crash kicked in and Chells arm flew up, using the portal gun to protect her from the collision.
Slamming into it, the piece of machinery in her hand let out a large cracking noise before the force of the impact shot her back and down to a platform below. With barely enough time to regain her balance, Chell landed safely on her feet and slowly slid to the ground to take a moment.
“What was that.”
GLaDOS’s voice was not friendly. Unlike the more playful taunt from just a moment ago, this held no humor. Just icy fire. Chell, seeing the large crack in the protective shell of the gun, quickly moved it from the view of the camera, waving a hand to signal that it was nothing.
“I know what I heard and it sounded like a crack.”
The test subject shook her head and stood back up slowly. The gun was kept out of view, but not held in a way to make it obvious something had happened when she crashed. An open hand on her chest, thumb touching it, was signed, saying it was fine.
“…Alright Chell, but if I find out you have broken any of my testing apparatus, you will regret existing.”
Sure I will. Chell scoffed and shook the AI’s words off, moving to finish the test. While the gun didn’t look too bad, there was a massive crack in the center. From the looks of it, it was still holding itself together, but Chell knew it would be best to hurry it up. If the gun was to break, things would not be easy. Not in the test track or from GLaDOS. That and who knew what would happen if the thing completely cracked open.
Breaking into a run, she got back to where she had been and redid the jump. Once nailing it, the test was a piece of cake. Just a couple of buttons, cubes that needed to be fetched, and a final jump over to the exit door. A walk in the park. The condition of the gun wasn’t bothering Chell too badly and by the time she reached the main jump to the end, the gun was barely a priority. It would be fine. Just a small crack.
It was a jump using a launching pad and needing two portals to make it across. Taking a running start, she jumped onto the plate and went flying towards the panels that would take her to the end. One portal had already been placed and the other one just needed to be timed correctly…
She shot, expecting the sight of a blue portal to be immediate, but nothing appeared on the approaching wall. Quickly, she tried again, only having a small window of time before she hit the wall. This time though, she was above acid. There was no room for any mistakes. Yet the portal gun didn’t fire and instead seemed to be overheating. A small whirring noise was coming from it and nothing was shooting. Smashing the button, Chell prepared to smash into the panel. Before she could make contact though, the gun overload to the point that it finally expelled a portal, but the force of the sudden shot made her lose grip on the gun and be flung painfully through the portal.
“Chell?! What in the name of Cave Johnson is going on in there?! CHELL!”
GLaDOS’s voice oddly faded into the distance as she was shot through. The portal had expelled her into some dark and cluttered room, making her land in a painful manner due to objects she couldn’t see. The crash left a ringing noise in both her ears and around the room. Chell only took a second to ponder where she was before seeing a portal on the wall and bolting for it. It was getting fuzzy and unstable and wouldn’t last long. There was no time to lose. With one final leap, she tried to make it through the portal, but she only hit the wall where it had been.
Now would be the time I'm in bed writing a chapter of my fic on my phone or a ficlet but one of my hands is completely out of commission. It hurts so bad 😞
