"Well look at you! Say, "meow", Lord Sukuna!"
Said curse blinks at you a couple of times, before using his hands to touch the white, fluffy cat ears placed on his head. "Is...this what humans do for entertainment? Pretend to be animals? I think it would be more appropriate for you to dress up as cattle, considering-"
"Yes, yes I know, you hate humans, i've heard thousands of times," You cut off, quickly smacking his hand away and fixing the ears. "Now look cute — I am going to take a picture!"
Sukuna doesnt move from his position on the bed, just staring at you with a blank face. He crosses his upper sets of his arms and waits for you to be done, slightly amused by your actions, but not enough to give you the satisfaction of his change in facial expressions. Still, you coo at him and tell him to get in different poses for you, but he just continues to stay in place and stare. You arent very suprised, considering it was rare for him to actually listen to your demands, the stubborn thing.
"You arent acting cute at all," you pout, and Sukuna just shrugs, raising his eyebrows. His lower hands trace the skin on your upper leg, and he continues to watch your antics.
"Have I not been taking care of you appropriately?" He asks, slightly narrowing his eyes. "I give you food, water, and even sex. I thought that is all your species needs to live happily?"
You cock your head to the side, blinking at the way he seemed to be in deep thought. "What are you talking about?"
"Uraume!" Sukuna interupts, pulling you closer until the white ears nearly graze your skin. His servant appears less than five seconds later, walking into the room. "My Lord," they bow, before waiting for a command.
You can see the way they look appalled at the cat ears, and are burning daggers into your skin for daring to put him in something so degrading — your class as a human meant that you were the lowest on the totem poll in Sukuna's domain, but still you managed to have the master of it wrapped around your finger.
"Bring me something from a feline descent."
"Of course, My Lord."
"What? No!" you pipe up, but Uraume is already gone. You turn back to Sukuna who was taking the cat ears off, discarding them at his side. Then he pulls you into your lap, ignoring your struggles.
A large hand pets at your hair and Sukuna says, "You should have asked if you wished for a companion."
You cover your eyes with a groan, pulling gently at the skin on your face. "I dont want a companion, Sukuna," you complain, accidentally dropping his title. But, he doesnt seem to mind, continuing to trace your skin with his palms. "I just thought it would be funny to see you in something cute considering who you are."
He blinks at you for a second, before frowning. "I didnt find it funny."
"Yeah, obviously. The only jokes you find funny are about murdering people. Now look, Uraume is out searching for a kitten."
Sukuna doesnt seem to care, instead picking up the cat ears and asessing them. Then he places it on your head, while you narrow your eyes at him. But, the curse cracks a grin, scanning your face. "You are right, this is entertaining."
A breathless laugh escapes you and you shake your head with a whine of complaint. "This doesnt help the "Sukuna's pet" rumors."
"You are my pet human."
"We are dating."
"You can be my lover and my pet."
You push at his chest in complaint, and he rumbles out a laugh. Then you take off the ears, and put it back onto his head. Suprisingly, he lets them remain there, only looking at you with amusement.
A minute goes by, and you hear a familar voice. "My Lord, the cat as you requested."
You immediately twist your body to look for the kitten, excitement getting the better of you. But, much to your suprise, a full grown tiger stands in the middle of Sukuna's chambers, unusually tame.
Your eyes widen in shock, but Sukuna meerly chuckles, before leaning down to your ear and saying, "Is it cute enough for you? A pet for my pet, how humerous."
And after that, you decide to never bring out the cat ears again. Nor mention anything relating to pets — your pride couldnt take the wicked teasing from your lord.
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N7 Month, 2023 - Day 22: Grenade
A silly little ME1 drabble about anti-thorian gas.
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The drive across the skyway from the Exogeni building had been tense. Not only were the geth out in force to try to stop them, but Shepard was preoccupied thinking about what the Exogeni had allowed to happen to these colonists.
Now they stood at the door to the garage for the colony. Kaidan and Garrus stood on hand, looking nervous. Shepard didn’t show it, but has was nervous, too. Dr. Baynum had given him the anti-thorian gas compound that would knock out infected colonists, but there were about five grenades worth and plenty of colonists. And… well. Shepard tried not to worry about that.
“Alright, no hurting the colonists, even if the Thorian makes them fire on us. That’s what the gas grenades are for.”
“On your order, Commander,” Alenko replied, raising his rifle. Shepard opened the door and at once heavy fire rained down on them from above. Three colonists in a defended position up above. On the ground, a half dozen thorian monsters rose up from their strange huddled posture, sounding like air was being breathed into them as they rose.
“Open fire!” Shepard shouted. The creepers ran at the fire team, black ichor fountaining out of the bullet holes being pumped into them, until there wasn’t enough vegetal matter to support the creature anymore, and it collapsed lifeless. This is what could happen to the colonists, this or something worse, Shepard frowned.
The colonists were still firing from above, and the fire team was pinned down behind the Mako.
“Cover me!” Shepard lurched out from behind his cover, opening fire in a wide spread that wouldn’t hurt the colonists. He stormed forward, a dead sprint through the empty garage and up the slope to put him on a level with the colonists. His shields absorbed shot after shot, nearly breaking, but Garrus and Kaidan managed to keep the colonists pinned. Shepard reached for a grenade, took aim, hurled the grenade. It whizzed like a frisbee the 25 meters to the colonists position.
And exploded harmlessly in the air above their heads.
“Goddammit,” Shepard growled. The colonists returned fire and Shepard stormed forward again, muttering obscenities under his breath. He hurled another grenade.
It went wide, a small green puff down below when it finally exploded. Teeth grit as he ran, Shepard’s shield broke just as he vaulted over the crates the colonists were using as cover. The butt-stroke he delivered to one colonist’s head was harder than he meant it, but it did the trick and the man slumped to the ground unconscious. He turned on the other two, who looked crazed. Two more strokes and the colonists were down.
“Come on,” Shepard called down to Garrus and Kaidan, running up to meet him. Garrus stared at the unconscious colonists, then gave Shepard a quizzical look. “We’re not talking about it,” Shepard ground out.
They passed through the door and were immediately assaulted by two more colonists. Shepard chucked a grenade around the corner, it pinged off a wall and rolled away where it exploded causing a momentary green smoke-screen, but no affect on the colonists. Shepard cursed.
He dove out. Stroke. Stroke.
“That’s two more colonists,” Shepard grimaced.
“I don’t understand,” Kaidan said, checking his rifle. “The anti-thorian gas doesn’t seem to be affecting the colonists…”
“It’s… it’s not that…” Shepard groaned.
“We haven’t actually see a grenade get anywhere close to the colonists, yet,” Garrus said, amused.
“I can’t throw. Not a football, not a baseball, not a grenade. There’s a good reason I never use them.” Shepard couldn’t make eye contact with Kaidan, but could practically feel Garrus beginning to smile next to him.
“Do… you want me to?” Kaidan began, but the next moment, creepers ran up the stairs for them and the team was nearly over-run.
There were more colonists firing on them when they got to the downed ship: they had the place well defended. Nothing a couple well-placed grenades couldn’t have handled.
Shepard didn’t bother. Screaming like a demon, he stormed at the covered position, wildly swinging the butt of his rifle like a bat, the colonists not even having time to look shocked before they were careening to the ground with the imprint of Shepard’s rifle butt in their foreheads.
May O’Connell? Butt stroke.
Arcelia Martinez? Butt stroke.
Fai Dan. Butt stroke.
Shepard stood panting and unopposed at the center of the colony, the littered corpses of creepers strewn about and already rotting, and the unconscious colonists.
“Come on,” Shepard urged as Kaidan and Garrus caught up with him. His armor was pocked with bullet marks. “I am going to fucking kill this Thorian.”
Kaidan and Garrus shared a smile and followed on.
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