The Last One We Expected for velara
Title: The Last One We Expected
Author: general_nothing
Recipient: velara
Characters/Pairing: DG, Az, Cain, Jeb, Raw, Glitch, DeMilo, Mrs. DeMilo, Lavender, Ahamo
Rating: We're treading into PG-13 or higher territory here
Summary: First, the truck breaks down. Then, they get an unwanted guest and his ornery mother. And now this! Today is just not DG's day.
Warning: It's like on the border of crack and srs bsns idek.
A/N: Many thanks as always to Rebecca, even though she wasn't around for this one. Thanks to oddsbobs for the many MANY extensions lol. NGL, I made myself lol.
Word Count: 2,370
One year, three months, two weeks, and four days after the eclipse (Glitch was keeping a very precise record), DG, Cain, Raw, Az, Glitch and Jeb made their way from Central City to the palace in Finaqua. They had been helping with and overseeing the rebuilding of the once glorious city when the queen had recalled them all back home.
Halfway back to the summer castle, the royal vehicle, dubbed The Jerk by DG because of the half blown transmission, finally died a quick but painful death. DG and Cain, standing over the still smoking engine, just looked at each other and shook their heads.
“I think we should take a moment to remember The Jerk,” DG said, leaning back.
“Moment of silence,” Raw replied from the passenger seat. DG smiled at his response and glanced at Cain before lowering her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cain trying not to smile.
“Silence over,” Glitch said from the driver’s seat. This time DG did laugh and reached up to shut the hood of the truck. She tried to ignore Cain’s gaze over her body, but she couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks. She avoided his gaze, instead, looking at her sister who was seated between Raw and Glitch. Az smirked, one side of her mouth coming up, and winked at her sister.
“Looks like we’re walking from here,” Jeb piped up from the bed of the truck. He was standing in the back, looking over the cab down to his father and the princess. “It’s not that far, but we’ll have to go through the Fields of the Papay.”
“Papay,” Glitch murmured under his breath. “I hate the Papay,” he said with a shudder.
Az placed on hand on Glitch’s shoulder and tried to reassure him. “The Papay are a lot gentler now that their fields are back to normal. I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
“Right,” Glitch said with a firm nod. “Gentler.”
Glitch, Raw and Jeb hopped out of the truck while Az slid into the driver’s seat. They all met at the back of the truck and pushed it off to the side of the dirt road, out of the way of other cars that might travel this route.
When the royal vehicle was sufficiently hidden, the whole troop moved on down the road. It wasn’t much long after that Glitch started complaining of being tired.
Of course, the rest of the group just kind of ignored him.
Five hours after that, after several stops and an hour lunch, the group stumbled upon someone that most had never wanted to see again.
*****
“Stupid, piece of junk,” the group heard as they approached the colorful van. All they could see was the back end of someone, the top half of the person buried under the hood of the vehicle.
“'Brand new' my ass,” the figure kept muttering. “Okay, Ma, try it now.”
The members of the group looked to the driver’s side, watching as an older woman tried and failed to start the van.
“Stupid, piece of junk…said it was new…what a con man…I’ll kill him.”
Cain and Jeb looked at each other and smirked before looking back to the hunched over man.
“Good afternoon, Antoine DeMilo.”
DeMilo jumped back, simultaneously slamming the back of his head on the hood of the van and barking out a curse. The two Cain men were already behind him when he finally found his way out from the engine, grabbing his arm.
“You shouldn’t curse in front of ladies, especially Princess-type ones,” Cain growled, holding tight to DeMilo’s struggling frame.
“It’s very impolite,” Jeb agreed, tightening his hold on the con man.
“Alright, I’m sorry. Ease up, will ya! I’m on the delicate end of the scale,” DeMilo said, trying to loosen his arms. “What’re ya grabbin’ on me for? I didn’t do anything this time, Cain, I swear!”
“We have a warrant for your arrest, DeMilo. Sorry to say, but you’re coming with us.” Both Cain and Jeb lifted DeMilo and turned him, walking him over to the rest of the group.
“Ma?! Ma, come on, we gotta go,” DeMilo called back, trying to turn his body back, but the Cain men held fast.
DG, Azkadellia, Glitch and Raw watched as Mrs. DeMilo slowly climbed out of the truck, glaring the whole while as she strode to the group.
“Antoine DeMilo, you’re under arrest for fraud and -” Cain started, taking a deep breath to continue with the charges.
“FRAUD!? I ain’t frauded no one! What’s this about, now?!”
Cain continued to list off the charges, raising his voice over DeMilo’s. The rest of the group just watched as the two of them started arguing over whether DeMilo’s two ‘girls’ constituted an actual prostitution ‘ring’ while DG and Azkadellia tried to hold in their laughter.
“Just, shut up, DeMilo,” Cain barked and even Glitch could tell that he was more than pissed with the con artist. “Let’s go.”
Slowly, the group set out again, Cain and DeMilo leading, with Jeb bringing up the rear, the young man trying desperately to avoid the eye of Mrs. DeMilo who was looking at him like a piece of meat.
Several hours later, the small band found themselves two thirds of the way through the Fields of the Papay.
“I don’t remember this, Cain,” DG said, coming up behind the Tin Man.
“I took a short cut. The palace is just over those hills. We should be back in less than two hours, Princess,” he replied, turning to smile at his charge.
“Perfect,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah, perfect. So perfect that I’m getting hauled off for crimes I didn’t commit. I’m telling you, you got the wrong guy, I’m innocent. It was someone else -”
DeMilo’s tirade was cut off by the sound of a slap against the back of his head and DG had to stifle her laughter.
“Just keep walking, DeMilo,” Cain growled.
The group kept trekking on and Azkadellia and DG kept finding new ways to entertain themselves and the others. The skipped around the freshly grown Papay trees and gathered what DG described as daisies and made daisy chains. The two women giggled when both Jeb and Cain gave them the exact same look when they planted daisy chain crowns on their heads.
“Ooooh, what is this?” DG called out, jogging over to a nearby group of flowers. They were of varying shades of blue and all different sizes, clustered together in a small formation. She bent down to pick one, her eyes catching one of the largest buds in the group. Just as she brought it to her nose, she heard Cain call out.
That was the last thing she heard before the bright blue sky went dark.
*****
She heard Cain’s voice first and of course it was raised. “Why weren’t you watching her?”
“I didn’t realize she needed a keeper, Mr. Cain. She is, after all, a fully grown woman,” Azkadellia retorted.
“She’s got a point, Cain,” Glitch chimed in.
“Shut it, Zipperhead.”
“She waking up,” Raw said and DG finally realized that her head was in his lap and his rough paw had slowly been stroking her hair. As soon as she realized this however, her body lit on fire and she curled in on herself. The Viewer’s soft touch had ignited something in her soul and she had to hold herself back from throwing her body on his to relieve the tension.
“Deege,” DG heard and she recoiled from the sound.
“Don’t touch me,” she whispered, but it was too late; Cain’s hand had already come up to caress her cheek. As soon as she felt his rough palm cup her face, she broke. A long moan came from deep within her and curled farther into herself. She tilted her face into his hand and brought one of her own to cover it. “Mr. Cain,” she moaned.
“Oh, sweet Gods above, what in the name of the Gray Gayle is wrong with her?!” DeMilo asked, wincing when Jeb slapped him in the back of the head.
“It’s the Lustionia,” they all heard from the back of the group. Everyone but DG and Cain turned to look for the sound of the voice, surprised when they found it belonged to Mrs. DeMilo.
Azkadellia brought a hand to her mouth, whispering a soft “Oh no” behind it as she turned back to her sister.
“We have to get her back to the castle, Mr. Cain,” the elder princess said, resting her hand on his broad shoulder. He jerked in response, startled out of the moment he’d been having with DG. The young woman had moved on from just cuddling his hand to planting open mouth kisses against his palm and they were making chills run up and down his spine.
“Right,” he whispered and regretfully pulled his hand from DG’s face. “Help me get her up,” he said.
Azkadellia and Cain slowly lifted DG who seemed to not want to stand straight, hunching herself in.
“Can’t you do something, Princess?” Cain asked Azkadellia, grunting under DG’s weight.
“Yes,” she replied. “Let go of her, you’re making it worse.”
Cain removed his hands from DG who immediately was able to stand straighter. The group watched as Azkadellia slowly covered DG with magic, watching as it absorbed into her skin. DG stood up fully and blinked away the haziness from her eyes.
“What in the hell is going on?” she asked when she could finally speak.
*****
Ten minutes later, DG and Azkadellia were still clutching at each other, but silent tears were running down the younger girl’s face. Cain, still restraining DeMilo with Jeb’s help was watching helplessly. Raw and Glitch were huddled together, trying to come up with a plan.
Mrs. DeMilo was the one that had answered DG’s question. She looked no one in the eye as she talked and never raised her voice above a whisper.
“It’s the Lustionia. It’ll make her crazy. Crazy with lust.”
DG let out a moan, burying her head in her hands.
“Ma, what are you talking about? Kids get vaccinated against Lustionia when they hit thirteen.”
“DG wasn’t in the Zone at thirteen, you idiot,” Cain growled, hitting DeMilo in the back of the head. Cain turned to his son, growling “Watch him.” He moved to stand in front of DG, bending slightly so he could try and catch her eyes when she removed her hands.
“Princess,” he started, moving his hand to cup her cheek.
“Don’t,” Azkadellia whispered. “You’ll make it worse if you touch her.”
“What do we do?” Cain asked, pulling his hand back.
“You do nothing,” Mrs. DeMilo said. “You let it run its course.”
“We should get her back to the palace,” Azkadellia whispered, putting her arms around her baby sister. “Mother will know what to do.”
Cain nodded, moving to the front of the group. “Let’s go then.”
They had to move slower now as DG spent much of the walk trying not to jump on Cain. Or Jeb. Or Glitch. …Or DeMilo.
“Can we take a break?” DG bit out an hour later when another wave of lust made her hunch over.
The group stopped, DG taking a seat on a giant boulder, breathing deeply and stretching out her muscles.
“How are you doing, Princess?” Jeb asked, trying not to get too close. Raw came up behind her and settled a hand on her shoulder to relieve some of the tension.
“Okay, I guess. Except for me wanting to jump everyone’s bones. I feel like I’m about to explode.”
“We’ll get you taken care of, DG, don’t worry.”
“Oh, god, please don’t say stuff like that,” she said, bending at the waist.
“Sorry,” Jeb muttered and Azkadellia had to hide her smile at his dark blush.
A few minutes later, the group was off again and it wasn’t long before they reached the maze that surrounded the palace. The Queen and her consort met them at the entrance to the maze, surrounded by their many guards. When the group came into view, the Queen immediately went to DG’s side, wrapping her arms around her daughter in a protective embrace.
“Oh, my angel,” she whispered so only DG could hear. “Let’s get you inside.”
*****
“So there’s nothing you can do?” DG asked, trying not to cry. It was just her family in the room, but she refused to show weakness in front of her ever stoic mother.
“I’m sorry, my love,” Lavender says. After the group had made it back to the palace, the Royal family had tucked themselves away from the rest of the palace. Azkadellia had sent a message to her mother on the way home and Lavender and Ahamo had already started on research to find a way to cure their youngest daughter. Unfortunately, they found no answers in their vast library.
“Well, this sucks,” DG exclaimed, standing up forcefully.
“I hate to say it, darling, but you are going to have to…’relieve the pressure,’ I guess would be one way to put it.”
“With…one of them?” DG asked referencing the four different men she’d travelled with today.
“Unfortunately,” the queen stated quietly. She looked to her husband, sadness in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to see her daughter in pain, which is what the effects of the Lustionia were bringing her. And she definitely didn’t want her daughter to…be…with any of those men.
“We must ask, DG,” the queen started, standing beside her husband, gesturing Azkadellia to stand next to her. “Who was it that affected you the most?”
DG buried her head in her hands, feeling her face heat up.
“Was it Cain?” Azkadellia asked, hope in her voice. The slight smile on her face fell when her sister silently shook her head.
“Jeb?” Ahamo asked. He liked the young general and, after all, Jeb wasn’t much younger than DG. It would be a great match. However, his hope also died when DG shook her head again.
“Ambrose?” Lavender whispered, already knowing the answer.
DG threw her hands up, letting out a wail. “It was DeMilo!”
THE END
Author: general_nothing
Recipient: velara
Characters/Pairing: DG, Az, Cain, Jeb, Raw, Glitch, DeMilo, Mrs. DeMilo, Lavender, Ahamo
Rating: We're treading into PG-13 or higher territory here
Summary: First, the truck breaks down. Then, they get an unwanted guest and his ornery mother. And now this! Today is just not DG's day.
Warning: It's like on the border of crack and srs bsns idek.
A/N: Many thanks as always to Rebecca, even though she wasn't around for this one. Thanks to oddsbobs for the many MANY extensions lol. NGL, I made myself lol.
Word Count: 2,370
One year, three months, two weeks, and four days after the eclipse (Glitch was keeping a very precise record), DG, Cain, Raw, Az, Glitch and Jeb made their way from Central City to the palace in Finaqua. They had been helping with and overseeing the rebuilding of the once glorious city when the queen had recalled them all back home.
Halfway back to the summer castle, the royal vehicle, dubbed The Jerk by DG because of the half blown transmission, finally died a quick but painful death. DG and Cain, standing over the still smoking engine, just looked at each other and shook their heads.
“I think we should take a moment to remember The Jerk,” DG said, leaning back.
“Moment of silence,” Raw replied from the passenger seat. DG smiled at his response and glanced at Cain before lowering her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cain trying not to smile.
“Silence over,” Glitch said from the driver’s seat. This time DG did laugh and reached up to shut the hood of the truck. She tried to ignore Cain’s gaze over her body, but she couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks. She avoided his gaze, instead, looking at her sister who was seated between Raw and Glitch. Az smirked, one side of her mouth coming up, and winked at her sister.
“Looks like we’re walking from here,” Jeb piped up from the bed of the truck. He was standing in the back, looking over the cab down to his father and the princess. “It’s not that far, but we’ll have to go through the Fields of the Papay.”
“Papay,” Glitch murmured under his breath. “I hate the Papay,” he said with a shudder.
Az placed on hand on Glitch’s shoulder and tried to reassure him. “The Papay are a lot gentler now that their fields are back to normal. I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
“Right,” Glitch said with a firm nod. “Gentler.”
Glitch, Raw and Jeb hopped out of the truck while Az slid into the driver’s seat. They all met at the back of the truck and pushed it off to the side of the dirt road, out of the way of other cars that might travel this route.
When the royal vehicle was sufficiently hidden, the whole troop moved on down the road. It wasn’t much long after that Glitch started complaining of being tired.
Of course, the rest of the group just kind of ignored him.
Five hours after that, after several stops and an hour lunch, the group stumbled upon someone that most had never wanted to see again.
*****
“Stupid, piece of junk,” the group heard as they approached the colorful van. All they could see was the back end of someone, the top half of the person buried under the hood of the vehicle.
“'Brand new' my ass,” the figure kept muttering. “Okay, Ma, try it now.”
The members of the group looked to the driver’s side, watching as an older woman tried and failed to start the van.
“Stupid, piece of junk…said it was new…what a con man…I’ll kill him.”
Cain and Jeb looked at each other and smirked before looking back to the hunched over man.
“Good afternoon, Antoine DeMilo.”
DeMilo jumped back, simultaneously slamming the back of his head on the hood of the van and barking out a curse. The two Cain men were already behind him when he finally found his way out from the engine, grabbing his arm.
“You shouldn’t curse in front of ladies, especially Princess-type ones,” Cain growled, holding tight to DeMilo’s struggling frame.
“It’s very impolite,” Jeb agreed, tightening his hold on the con man.
“Alright, I’m sorry. Ease up, will ya! I’m on the delicate end of the scale,” DeMilo said, trying to loosen his arms. “What’re ya grabbin’ on me for? I didn’t do anything this time, Cain, I swear!”
“We have a warrant for your arrest, DeMilo. Sorry to say, but you’re coming with us.” Both Cain and Jeb lifted DeMilo and turned him, walking him over to the rest of the group.
“Ma?! Ma, come on, we gotta go,” DeMilo called back, trying to turn his body back, but the Cain men held fast.
DG, Azkadellia, Glitch and Raw watched as Mrs. DeMilo slowly climbed out of the truck, glaring the whole while as she strode to the group.
“Antoine DeMilo, you’re under arrest for fraud and -” Cain started, taking a deep breath to continue with the charges.
“FRAUD!? I ain’t frauded no one! What’s this about, now?!”
Cain continued to list off the charges, raising his voice over DeMilo’s. The rest of the group just watched as the two of them started arguing over whether DeMilo’s two ‘girls’ constituted an actual prostitution ‘ring’ while DG and Azkadellia tried to hold in their laughter.
“Just, shut up, DeMilo,” Cain barked and even Glitch could tell that he was more than pissed with the con artist. “Let’s go.”
Slowly, the group set out again, Cain and DeMilo leading, with Jeb bringing up the rear, the young man trying desperately to avoid the eye of Mrs. DeMilo who was looking at him like a piece of meat.
Several hours later, the small band found themselves two thirds of the way through the Fields of the Papay.
“I don’t remember this, Cain,” DG said, coming up behind the Tin Man.
“I took a short cut. The palace is just over those hills. We should be back in less than two hours, Princess,” he replied, turning to smile at his charge.
“Perfect,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah, perfect. So perfect that I’m getting hauled off for crimes I didn’t commit. I’m telling you, you got the wrong guy, I’m innocent. It was someone else -”
DeMilo’s tirade was cut off by the sound of a slap against the back of his head and DG had to stifle her laughter.
“Just keep walking, DeMilo,” Cain growled.
The group kept trekking on and Azkadellia and DG kept finding new ways to entertain themselves and the others. The skipped around the freshly grown Papay trees and gathered what DG described as daisies and made daisy chains. The two women giggled when both Jeb and Cain gave them the exact same look when they planted daisy chain crowns on their heads.
“Ooooh, what is this?” DG called out, jogging over to a nearby group of flowers. They were of varying shades of blue and all different sizes, clustered together in a small formation. She bent down to pick one, her eyes catching one of the largest buds in the group. Just as she brought it to her nose, she heard Cain call out.
That was the last thing she heard before the bright blue sky went dark.
*****
She heard Cain’s voice first and of course it was raised. “Why weren’t you watching her?”
“I didn’t realize she needed a keeper, Mr. Cain. She is, after all, a fully grown woman,” Azkadellia retorted.
“She’s got a point, Cain,” Glitch chimed in.
“Shut it, Zipperhead.”
“She waking up,” Raw said and DG finally realized that her head was in his lap and his rough paw had slowly been stroking her hair. As soon as she realized this however, her body lit on fire and she curled in on herself. The Viewer’s soft touch had ignited something in her soul and she had to hold herself back from throwing her body on his to relieve the tension.
“Deege,” DG heard and she recoiled from the sound.
“Don’t touch me,” she whispered, but it was too late; Cain’s hand had already come up to caress her cheek. As soon as she felt his rough palm cup her face, she broke. A long moan came from deep within her and curled farther into herself. She tilted her face into his hand and brought one of her own to cover it. “Mr. Cain,” she moaned.
“Oh, sweet Gods above, what in the name of the Gray Gayle is wrong with her?!” DeMilo asked, wincing when Jeb slapped him in the back of the head.
“It’s the Lustionia,” they all heard from the back of the group. Everyone but DG and Cain turned to look for the sound of the voice, surprised when they found it belonged to Mrs. DeMilo.
Azkadellia brought a hand to her mouth, whispering a soft “Oh no” behind it as she turned back to her sister.
“We have to get her back to the castle, Mr. Cain,” the elder princess said, resting her hand on his broad shoulder. He jerked in response, startled out of the moment he’d been having with DG. The young woman had moved on from just cuddling his hand to planting open mouth kisses against his palm and they were making chills run up and down his spine.
“Right,” he whispered and regretfully pulled his hand from DG’s face. “Help me get her up,” he said.
Azkadellia and Cain slowly lifted DG who seemed to not want to stand straight, hunching herself in.
“Can’t you do something, Princess?” Cain asked Azkadellia, grunting under DG’s weight.
“Yes,” she replied. “Let go of her, you’re making it worse.”
Cain removed his hands from DG who immediately was able to stand straighter. The group watched as Azkadellia slowly covered DG with magic, watching as it absorbed into her skin. DG stood up fully and blinked away the haziness from her eyes.
“What in the hell is going on?” she asked when she could finally speak.
*****
Ten minutes later, DG and Azkadellia were still clutching at each other, but silent tears were running down the younger girl’s face. Cain, still restraining DeMilo with Jeb’s help was watching helplessly. Raw and Glitch were huddled together, trying to come up with a plan.
Mrs. DeMilo was the one that had answered DG’s question. She looked no one in the eye as she talked and never raised her voice above a whisper.
“It’s the Lustionia. It’ll make her crazy. Crazy with lust.”
DG let out a moan, burying her head in her hands.
“Ma, what are you talking about? Kids get vaccinated against Lustionia when they hit thirteen.”
“DG wasn’t in the Zone at thirteen, you idiot,” Cain growled, hitting DeMilo in the back of the head. Cain turned to his son, growling “Watch him.” He moved to stand in front of DG, bending slightly so he could try and catch her eyes when she removed her hands.
“Princess,” he started, moving his hand to cup her cheek.
“Don’t,” Azkadellia whispered. “You’ll make it worse if you touch her.”
“What do we do?” Cain asked, pulling his hand back.
“You do nothing,” Mrs. DeMilo said. “You let it run its course.”
“We should get her back to the palace,” Azkadellia whispered, putting her arms around her baby sister. “Mother will know what to do.”
Cain nodded, moving to the front of the group. “Let’s go then.”
They had to move slower now as DG spent much of the walk trying not to jump on Cain. Or Jeb. Or Glitch. …Or DeMilo.
“Can we take a break?” DG bit out an hour later when another wave of lust made her hunch over.
The group stopped, DG taking a seat on a giant boulder, breathing deeply and stretching out her muscles.
“How are you doing, Princess?” Jeb asked, trying not to get too close. Raw came up behind her and settled a hand on her shoulder to relieve some of the tension.
“Okay, I guess. Except for me wanting to jump everyone’s bones. I feel like I’m about to explode.”
“We’ll get you taken care of, DG, don’t worry.”
“Oh, god, please don’t say stuff like that,” she said, bending at the waist.
“Sorry,” Jeb muttered and Azkadellia had to hide her smile at his dark blush.
A few minutes later, the group was off again and it wasn’t long before they reached the maze that surrounded the palace. The Queen and her consort met them at the entrance to the maze, surrounded by their many guards. When the group came into view, the Queen immediately went to DG’s side, wrapping her arms around her daughter in a protective embrace.
“Oh, my angel,” she whispered so only DG could hear. “Let’s get you inside.”
*****
“So there’s nothing you can do?” DG asked, trying not to cry. It was just her family in the room, but she refused to show weakness in front of her ever stoic mother.
“I’m sorry, my love,” Lavender says. After the group had made it back to the palace, the Royal family had tucked themselves away from the rest of the palace. Azkadellia had sent a message to her mother on the way home and Lavender and Ahamo had already started on research to find a way to cure their youngest daughter. Unfortunately, they found no answers in their vast library.
“Well, this sucks,” DG exclaimed, standing up forcefully.
“I hate to say it, darling, but you are going to have to…’relieve the pressure,’ I guess would be one way to put it.”
“With…one of them?” DG asked referencing the four different men she’d travelled with today.
“Unfortunately,” the queen stated quietly. She looked to her husband, sadness in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to see her daughter in pain, which is what the effects of the Lustionia were bringing her. And she definitely didn’t want her daughter to…be…with any of those men.
“We must ask, DG,” the queen started, standing beside her husband, gesturing Azkadellia to stand next to her. “Who was it that affected you the most?”
DG buried her head in her hands, feeling her face heat up.
“Was it Cain?” Azkadellia asked, hope in her voice. The slight smile on her face fell when her sister silently shook her head.
“Jeb?” Ahamo asked. He liked the young general and, after all, Jeb wasn’t much younger than DG. It would be a great match. However, his hope also died when DG shook her head again.
“Ambrose?” Lavender whispered, already knowing the answer.
DG threw her hands up, letting out a wail. “It was DeMilo!”
THE END