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10. RESILIENCE

CHAPTER TEN OF ANIMALIC | MIGUEL O'HARA X F!READER

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summary: miguel gives you something to work for

explicit (18+) | 5.1k words warnings: enemies (with benefits) to lovers, SMUT, fingering, praise kinks, edging, miguel is a tease, training arcs, using sex as encouragement, strict mentor miguel, angst, blood and injury notes: this is just five thousand words of banter and filth. am i sorry?

You’ve never been one to reminisce.

Nostalgia, déjà vu – to pull a sweet memory often feels like trying to fish a lightbulb out from the traps of your jaw. Impossible, not unless the glass shatters to cut your gums and you’re left with the bitter aftertaste of tungsten. There’s a barrier preventing it, somewhere in your mind, built to divide your life into two clean segments. Before and after.

The woman you were before the incident at Alchemax had plenty to look forward to. She spent her time shooting way beyond her ground to ever consider slowing down, lured by aspirations far more tempting than the comfortable life she led. Had she stopped to smell the flowers, to appreciate the way lavender lotion felt on her skin or the past not yet marked with blood, you believe things could have gone differently. That too is hard to consider.

The girl you are now is ripe with rot, softening in the places touched by radiation, crystallising in others. To bring anything – a voice, a face, any memory – back from your previous life would mean spoiling it, so you keep it all banked behind that wall. And of course, from the year past, there’s hardly anything new to recall with a smile.

Had you been anyone else, you suppose this could’ve been one of those rare times.

Because the gym is unchanged, exactly as you left it. Realistically, it’s only been a week, and to expect any major upheaval would be counting on a tragedy like the one that befell your Earth. Yet–

Somehow, you believed that coming back could paint it in a new light. Like the ground would collapse where you took him, and the mirrors would crack, all to expose an element you’d failed to consider. One to help you take comfort in the fact, despite your reckless tryst, you’re still here. Returned – which means that all your worst worries were needless, and that this is just a gym, and you are just a person. Perhaps, if you were to pace around that gaping realisation, then your anxiety would give away to thrill.

Would’ve. Could’ve.

It still looks like the roots of your most recent mistake, though. Your tummy knots with it, tangled in that dermal tissue. You’re overcome with the urge to run, in an almost exact mirror of the last you were here. The air brims with promise; not the well-heeled kind, but a twisted sort that makes it hard to breathe. You’re afraid that, whatever happens today, things will only get more complicated. You won’t handle it well if it does.

You’ve never been one to reminisce. This morning, it is all you can do.

When eventually it gets too much to bear, you search for something else while you wait. You’d come early, right out of your third shower of the weekend, to counter the warning he’d given you.

(‘Don’t be late.’)

Shivering, you zip your jacket before arranging your things on the entryway bench. You avoid your reflection on the mirror-lined wall, turning to face the machinery instead. They aren’t conventional, you notice – though a shelf holds an array of dumbbells, they run up to twice the average weights found elsewhere. There’s a frame resembling a medieval torture device; two hand pull mechanisms on either side, both of which are attached to a tower of barbells. To try pulling both up simultaneously would rip an unenhanced human apart, you think. It certainly would come close in doing so to you.

Of the bunch, your least favourite has to be the leg press sent from hell. That’s what you assume it is, at least. In truth, you can’t exactly tell. With a plate large enough to cover your entire lower half, wedged underneath approximately forty thick slabs of solid steel, the pressure alone would be enough to crush you.

You remain firmly within the confines of the hand-to-hand combat mat. Safe, if not somewhat weird for your foul misuse of it in the past.

But your unease is heavy enough to diffuse into your fingertips now. Your knuckles shake with it, and you must do something lest you start clawing away at your palms.

Stretching, maybe.

Yeah. Stretching would be good.

You start with what you know. The familiarity is agreeable enough to lose yourself to it. Five minutes pass; you’re bent into a low lunge. Ten, and you’re forcing your knees to touch the floor in a butterfly spread. Fifteen is when your tendons start to tremble with a warm ache, when you finally feel loose enough to relent and take a quick rest.

It turns out to be fortunate timing. The door swings upon not a moment later, the atmosphere sinking to accommodate the gravity of his presence. You catch his shadow from the top of your peripheral, hanging upside down as it appears from your point of view – laying on your back with your head slightly tipped.

You can’t see his face, and therefore have nothing to occupy yourself with. In its absence, you’re forced to consider the uncomfortable parallel your position draws forth. The only thing missing are his thick thighs, straddling your chest with subdued strength.

Swallowing, you flip around to settle on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows to take a good look at him. Last night, eyes hot and cloudy with tears, you refused to do yourself the favour in fear that his allure would only exacerbate things. You begin to understand the sentiment when your gaze locks to his.

“Morning.”

“You’re late,” You attempt to joke, grimacing at the awkward timing. The beam on which your relationship stands is precarious, possibly even more so than when you’d been plain-cut enemies. Everything is painted in grey, and it’s near impossible to discern where one boundary branches and the other ends. The confidence with which you once divulged in your humour is lost within the midst – your best bet is to cling to whatever instinct feels right.

Miguel nods, eyebrows raising in tandem to his languid shrug. There’s an almost playful beat to the way he walks, lined perfectly with the perimeter of the mat. You take note of his chosen apparel – his spider suit, perfectly complete save for the mask. A swell akin to disappointment rises within you.

“That expectation is solely reserved for you, fortunately.”

“I see. I suppose heroes have much better things to do, then.”

“Fate of the multiverse,” He waves his wrist, like the barb is easily dismissed. With what you’ve gathered about the man, you’re aware that’s far from the truth. “I still have things to tend to, beyond your containment.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” With the way he’s pursued you – relentless, a panther trapped in a box with an immaterial mouse as its meal – you’d have thought he’d delegated all other responsibilities to his trusted teammates in order to make time for it all. “Coming back from a mission?”

He traipses closer, blinking slowly in the affirmative. Unconsciously, you wiggle away.

“Successful, I take it?” You prod. “That an oddity for you, O’Hara?”

“The opposite.” He mutters, assessing your resting stance with mild intrigue. Your neck throbs with the angle it takes to peer up at him, again prompting a reminder of your last combat session. To quell it, you shift to sit on your knees.

Then, you imagine how your adjustment must look. Worse, likely. Wanton.

(Caveats seem to exist in abundance with him. There is always a but to your actions, a perspective to consider lest you want another misunderstanding.)

“My case being the exception?”

“As it continues to be.”

“I’m here though,”

“You are.” He pauses, inflection softening, as though the argument were fresh news. You half anticipate praise – a recognition of the effort it took for you to return. You’d spent your sleep after coming down that rooftop in a half-conscious state, reaching beyond your feverish dreams to grasp at whatever motivation you had left. You find, the longer he goes without mentioning it, the greater it begins to wane. Like a dying star, sputtering the last dregs of its fuel.

“Early too, I should mention.” You simper. For most intended purposes, it’s a crack at him, a push for the levity today so desperately needs. Yet another, lower part of you already mouths the response you wish to hear.

Good job.

He doesn’t give it to you. “Which brings me to the topic today’s lesson,”

“As a precaution, I should tell you that any of the equipment will likely kill me.” You disclose, if only to brush off the disillusionment, pointing in particular to the leg press.

“We’re not just there yet.”

“Then…”

“You want to know why you failed to pin me down when I asked you to?” He crouches, levelling to a degree closer to your eye-line. Still taller, you note. You steel yourself against shrinking back.

“Because you threw me off.”

“No.” His jaw ticks. “If you had kept with your attack, then you would’ve managed.”

You haven’t given yourself the opportunity to consider the reality of your clumsy attempt. The conversation lulls to make room for your contemplation. You’d thrown yourself onto him – like a glorified backpack – and were too wrapped up in your own panic that you hadn’t noticed his. With hindsight, though, it’s clear as day. He’s right, you could’ve managed. “But I faltered.”

“Exactly.” He echoes. “You didn’t stand your ground, which gave me the opening.”

It occurs to you that he doesn’t know the scope of your supposed error. It had really been the effect of his borderline aphrodisiacal cologne, potent and a dangerous addition to the vertigo that came with being jostled around. You consider pointing it out, a desperate last bid to disprove the very true argument he’s making, until he interrupts:

“Face down, forearms and toes on the floor.”

Your heart clenches with a febrile panic, blood piping hot through your veins at the same rate that your brain detangles the command behind his words. Either you’re debauched beyond reason, or it registers as filthy because he meant it to be. And where you’d usually rely on context, the murky limits of your relationship makes it hard to comprehend. You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants and decide that the former is the more plausible option.

(Or you can’t admit to yourself how badly you want the latter to be true.)

Either way, you do as Miguel says.

Once across the ground again, you’re able to better process the direction he’s taking you in. A plank: he’s asking you to do a plank. Ironically, you dread it more than you would’ve done the alternative.

You keep your pelvis to the mat, not yet exercising your core strength. He carries on.

“You lack resilience. Not only are you unable to withstand struggle, you don’t think to recover when you eventually fall.” The barbed observations hurt, striking you where you’re tender. It’s the part of you that’s always dissected everything he does into small, digestible pieces, but has failed to realise that he might’ve been doing the same in turn. “The first mark of a hero is their resilience. For you, that means pitting what you want to do against what you need to do.”

Another strike. You’d poked fun at his philosophical approach before, but it’s starting to make sense. Perhaps that fact alone should scare you.

Perhaps it does.

(What you want versus what you need.

Is that what you owe the world, then? Self-sacrifice – some bloody atonement – like you haven’t already bitten tooth and nail in guilt?)

“So, you’re going to make me plank?” You snap.

“I’m going to make you hold a plank. I won’t define a duration; you’ll just have to keep on until I tell you to stop.”

“O’Hara, not to question the metaphor you’ve got going on, but what could I possibly want from that?”

“I’ve only witnessed you work hard for one thing.” He explains. It takes on a different tone than the one he’s been using thus far, though. Gentler, well-versed in the ways of a veterinary placating a feral cat. He’s treading lightly, you can tell that much, but for what you’re not sure. Because you’re close to walking out again, or because he’s about to broach unmarked territory. Whatever it is, it reads as condescending. Your muscles start to tense, like a taut elastic ready to snap, and your critique sharpens for what he’ll suggest next. “I won’t assume, and with what it can do as a form of encouragement, it’s important that you agree.”

“Spit it out.”

He doesn’t know you; you tell yourself. You’ve given him a lot of your worst, and maybe he can decipher a few truths from that, but he does not know you. You repeat the mantra over and over like a soothing balm, attempting to tamp your frantic confusion at this whole ordeal.

“I’ll touch you. Return the favour, goad you along – but only for as long as you’re able to hold it. Drop, and I’ll stop. Pick yourself back up, I’ll continue.”

Oh.

“When I feel as though you’ve met today’s goal, you can cum.”

And then he goes quiet. Deathly still, pouring his scrutiny into your wide eyes like he can read every thought that fires within you. But he wouldn’t be, because there are none. You don’t think. Can’t. It’s absolutely the last thing you could’ve predicted, a declaration so far removed from your worst-case-scenario that it sends you reeling beyond your flesh. You’re watching yourself in third person, a voyeur to the blubbering spectacle of Wraith – blanched and warm and entirely empty-headed. It’s unfathomable, disconcerting.

Then, to make matters worse, you laugh.

In a manner completely unbecoming of the seriousness you’d opted to take this whole thing with, you laugh.

A crowing, boisterous sound of relief that crackles through your chest like lightning. You have to heave huge gulps of air in between to be able to respond. “You’re serious,”

A dark eyebrow raises, the corner of his mouth curling with it. He must find it funny too, and for that you’re thankful. The mere notion injects a molten buzz into your gut. “Yes.”

“So… What – you’re insinuating a mentorship… with benefits situation?”

“No.” He shakes his head, like the title is any more ridiculous than the fact. “I’m giving you the option. You can’t trust your encouragement alone, so take it as something to look forward to. Something to work for. With it, you’ll be able to tell when you’re on the right track.”

“You’re going to Pavlov me into becoming a hero.”

He blinks. You meant it as a joke, though he seems to be taking it into account.

“If you don’t-”

“I want to.”

It’s said so quickly that you regret not faking a moment of deliberation. Really, though, there are only three things that occur to you:

Your contrition following last time was solely based on your fear of having overstepped.

The bottomless itch in you demanding some sort of recognition for your efforts remains unaddressed.

And him. It’s such an abstract reason that you can’t exactly name its contribution to your answer. Just that it’s him who’s asking; patchouli infused, broad-shouldered and stubborn Miguel O’Hara. The same man who you’d bet your life on wanting nothing to do with you, whose claw marks still scar the flesh above your wrist, whose venom still undoubtedly lingers in your system – making itself familiar with the chambers of your heart, that which you yourself can’t map. The very same man you can imagine being a father to adoring little children, because despite all the evidence to your feud, he’s also the same man who answered your curiosity about the 2099 space station with patience. Who’d cradled your neck between that rubble and refrains from calling you Wraith since you expressed your distaste for it.

Who felt so heavy on your tongue, pulsing and so fucking thick you wake up some mornings to the phantom feel of it stretching your lips.

Desire begins to gnaw up your bones. Changing your mind now would be the most blatant betrayal of oneself.

(What was it you promised earlier; to cling to whatever instinct feels right?)

“Extend your legs then.” He doesn’t let you dwell on it. “That means hips off the floor.”

You adjust yourself into a proper plank position. Or, less than proper. Miguel takes several issues with it, rising from his crouch.

“Your elbows are too wide apart.” His foot nudges your arm until you bring it parallel to the other, straight beneath your shoulders. “Evenly distribute your weight to your forearms and toes. Everywhere else should be rigid.”

“Like this?” You turn to assess his expression. Already your lungs clench in exhaustion – this isn’t as fun as you thought it’d be.

“Of course not. Stop trying to look at me. Face down, you’ll hurt your neck like that.” The air swooshes and you assume he’s crouched back down, near your middle. A large hand grazes your belly. It tickles. “Contract it.”

You try to, but the slightest movement causes him to come in contact with you again. It’s over your jacket, just the barest of touches, yet it’s enough to make your form go weak. Your legs almost give out.

“Sorry– Just…” You huff a nervous laugh, adjusting yourself the second his warmth pulls away.

“Not just your abdomen, but your glutes too. You should feel like the rope in a game of tug-of-war. Full body tension.” You tune in to every syllable, triggered into every command like a well-rigged machine. “Yeah, that’s it.”

The acknowledgement makes you preen. It must affect your stance too, because he promptly clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Most importantly, you don’t want this.”

And he finds the small of your back – right where your ass curves upward – to guide you back down, completely straight. His hand doesn’t leave you afterward, either, warm enough that you can make out the contours of it through body heat alone. Somehow, it stirs you even more.

Your groan is so pained that you hope it’s from exhaustion and not pining. “How much longer?”

“Really?” He deadpans.

“I feel like I’m going to collapse.” Your hips dip.

“I haven’t started the timer yet.”

His fingers slide along your pelvis, tracing it around the curve of your waist, down to where you’re sinking. Then, he lifts you back into place – anchored right above your pubic region. His press now is firmer, nudging into your flesh with the pads of his fingertips, and you can’t help the nauseous thrill arising where they do. They brush beneath your baggy top, skimming the precarious edge where your pants’ hem dives to skin.

You feel like the pages of an old book, flipped through an array of different scenes.

The first and most blatant is the discomfort that starts seizing control of you. Miguel insists you haven’t begun, but your unfit body is already suffering from positioning alone. Contracting your muscles proves harder by the moment, fragility skipping along the tissue until you’re convinced of the temptation to just let go. Your feet are unbalanced, and the unforgiving ground does a number on your elbows. The thin sheen of sweat beading across your hairline can only aggravate your suffocation, not cool you down as needed.

What’s harder to focus on – for all its monopoly on your mind – is how intentional his caress is. Every shift of his hand is practised, hovering right around where you need him but never doing anything about it. If he hadn’t admitted his course of action, then you would have tricked yourself into calling it professionalism. But while you can’t see him, his smirk is almost palpable – like humidity that makes a temporary home in your lungs – and you’re confident enough in it that you’re able to name him a tease. He’s teasing you.

The amalgamation of it all sends you into overdrive. You’ve only begun and you’re already yelling.

“The timer!”

“You’re making it worse for yourself, you know.” He says, though moves to fiddle with his watch.

“You’re a little shit, y’know.” But he’s right. Talking amplifies the fatigue.

“I’ll add that to the list. Right next to cocky bastard.”

“Don… Don’t forget sadist–”

“Hm,”

And, as if to emphasise its inapplicability, he cups you.

From behind. Dips his fingers in the space between your thighs, winds them to the front of your groyne, and palms your clothed cunt.

Your skin prickles.

“Fuck!”

Static envelops your arms as they phase right through the floor – momentum stopped only by your chin, which remains corporeal. If it weren’t for your tongue, which slips to wedge itself between your teeth, then you’re sure your jaw would have shattered on impact. Ichor floods your mouth, sharp, like butter melted on a penny. You groan, rolling around to rapidly blink up at the ceiling, purging the stars speckling your vision.

Miguel just looks at you, expectant. His biceps flex when they cross over his chest.

“That was four seconds.”

“Oh, pleath. Thpare me the lecture,” Upon sitting up, you spit the blood out to your empty side. Your limbs have already reverted back to their natural state. “Not that you care, but it still counts as a personal record.”

“Go figure.” He mutters, helping you back into place. He doesn’t have to correct your posture this time. “Back to zero.”

Silence follows the beep of his watch.

Really, it’s more of a mental hush. You force your mind to scour all preoccupations to the backlog, cleansing the forefront of it to steam-pressed sterility. What had caught you off guard was your lacking focus on the physical; if you had been aware of the smallest movements coming from behind, then perhaps his touch wouldn’t have prompted you to phase out. You hadn’t even noticed his gloves retracting into his suit.

Your tongue is still sore with incisor shaped indents, and you vow not to repeat the mistake that caused it.

So, you focus on what’s happening rather than what could. Baby steps, one second after the next, waddling until you find a gait that suits your rhythm. When anything but your abdomen aches, you readjust. Your shoulder joints aren’t supposed to tense like that – you can almost hear him say – so you work on fixing it. If your toes begin to hurt, then clench your calves. Dig your nails into a fist, it helps take away from everything else.

The air conditioning unit hums evenly from all around you. The echoes of other spider-people outside filter in with it. The combat mat has a vinyl surface that zips when you scratch it. The material of his suit smooths tacitly across your jacket. Your breath is as consistent as you allow it to be, stunted when you exhale.

Your sweat is itchy as it dries to your lip. Your ribs pound where they fractured a while ago. Sinew wears down the longer you continue to flex it. He flicks the trim of your leggings, stroking the valley of your spine. Your palms split as your nails plough further into them, marked with crescent-shaped beads of red.

Varicoloured motes float by your nose. Somewhere, hitchhiking on your train of thought, there’s a confusion. No stream of sunlight exists to highlight them. They shouldn’t be here at all.

But then Miguel slips in, ironing over your cotton panties. Your whole body knits together, bracing like a compressed spring. There’s nothing you can do without making him stop, no jump or grand feat that promises release. You can’t even see the finish line, the marker an uncapturable notion, a rainbow moving away at your same speed. So, instead, you revel in how unwavering he is.

His hand strokes over the line of your ass, about to push downward to where you need him most, before deciding against it.

To pinch a cheek.

He… pinches the swell of fat, right where your rear curves to your hamstrings.

It’s rough enough that you’re sure you’ll bruise.

“Nmmgf–” You sulk. “Don… Y– T-tease.”

“Se te olvidó. Squeeze your glutes.”

The sarcastic yes sir dies in your throat. Your face is aflame – from the work out, his ministrations, the revelation that when he reaches your cunt, he’ll be greeted with a humiliating mess. Your thighs are spread apart, yet your underwear still slides over your core, jostled by his intrusion and too slick to provide any real friction.

That is, until he nips the fabric to bunch up between your lips. It stresses over your clit, biting down on the fattening pressure there. Pleasure tremors up your nerves, unsure of its validity under such an unfamiliar sensation. Your subsequent moan is almost miserable in contrast.

“P-Ple… O’H-ra.” To punctuate your plea, you purse your bottom as hard as you can. A physical signal, a question – is this good? Is it not enough? But all that manages to do is worsen your lust. Adding to the fire tenfold, potent as a gallon of petrol. You try to remain steadfast in the face of it all – this calamity, bombs upturning battlefield soil, to keep yourself in the position he’s asked of you.

But fuck if it isn’t punishing.

“Mierda– that’s it.” He curses. You’re at the point where it’s enough praise to urge you along. “You’re soaked.”

You hadn’t noticed his index and middle digits, finally fondling over your hole. Fabric still separates you, bunched tight right over the weeping thing, but as you hold out, he moves it to the side. It snaps away like he’s vocally ordered it to stay that way, his whims laws of physics in their own right, and you use that skewed rationale to supply the basis to your obedience. You couldn’t have done this alone – in no universe, of the hundreds you’ve visited, have you ever thought of it. You’d purchased gym memberships for their showers and walked right past the purpose. In your own world, you’d wasted your limited free time in strangers’ beds.

There’s always been a deficit of purpose in your life. For a brief moment, you’d found it in the stars. Now, with Miguel, you’re granted every ounce you might’ve missed in between, if only to experience what it would be like to unravel by his touch.

And he leads you to it like he’s been trained in your precise anatomy. Blunt fingers implant onto your electric centre – that bundle of nerves overfed by the edging – circling, harsh and rough and fast enough to spike wrecked sobs. Your eyes cloud with desperation, foggy tears budding at your lashes and flowering down your sweat-slicked cheeks. His thumb responds, thrumming along your opening to test its elasticity. Upon deeming you ready, it dives to plug you shut.

It’s delicious. You’re beyond delirious. He’s got a grip on you in every way; spiritually, his philosophy for today echoing as your only tether to reality. Mentally, with his stupid fucking lesson and this god-forsaken plank. Physically, strong arm literally hooked into your cunt and coaxing new slick with every quirk of his fingers.

Which press down with a vengeance now, bearing on a trillion little synapses that flare up, liquifying your guts into a viscous substance, heavy as it sloshes around in you. Everything is screwed in, bolted to the same position he asked for – you don’t dare let go. Not as your heart stutters out of beat, finding the pace he dictates instead, flicking over your clit unhinged. Not when the digit that fingers your clinch twirls in place, searching for the lewd sounds it can create. Or with the following squelch, your lungs flaring – embarrassed – at every consecutive one thereafter.

He’s talking, whispering, goading you along. You can’t hear any of it. Either dirty talk or reprimand, it’s lost amidst your self-doubt.

Because truthfully, you can’t persevere through this much longer. The tunnel continues to unroll before you, the light at the end waning dimmer and dimmer. How wonderfully poetic, you brood; your whole spider-hood spent chasing salvation, navigating through one purgatory to the next, only to lose sight of your little prelude to heaven.

You want this – so much so that the word begins to blur with need, and Miguel’s lesson gains more relevance. You want this so bad that you’d worship every atom, every callus of his, from cuticle to elbow.

(Resilience. Resilience. Resilience.)

What you want and what you need.

Which is which, again?

You can let yourself go now, suffer through a shameful orgasm by collapsing to the floor and holding his wrist still to fuck yourself onto. It isn’t so much about that anymore, though – that pure sexual gratification, the most basic of requirements.

It’s about the thing you’ve been wishing for the whole morning. Approval, the cue that you earned it, filtered through his encouragement alone. Not the physicality that manifests as a screeching voice inside your head, but his own – unadulterated, smoke-charred, the slightest of accents scorching its edges. And whether you like it or not, you can only gain it by enduring this test.

(He walked into this gym with the assumption that you’d want your way, and need his.

Funny, how things turn out. It’s completely the opposite.

Perhaps he does not know you at all.)

But he sees you.

Watches the rigidity of your muscles, how they stiffen further given your newfound resolve. Observes as you smear bloody palms onto your wrists, and sniff back the cries you’ve let rip thus far. Your heels straighten out, ninety degrees to the arch, your head ducking to ensure your torso is as straight as can be. You hardly feel the pain anymore.

And you see him.

Or – the vague shape of his hand, tucked beneath your leggings. It’s dark, shadowed by the overhead fluorescents, but the bump is big enough for you to pinpoint when exactly he makes his decision. It halts, breaks away a smidge, and comes back with a renewed vigour.

“Can I!”

“Go.” He permisses.

(And it’s cataclysmic; both everything and nothing all at once. The bout of deathly quiet before matter meets antimatter, where magnets lose their function and you think you can hear the pitter patter of a pulse, erratic at your wrist. And when the ground rocks, trembling with an explosive magnitude, mass converting entirely to energy. When you roll into a ball of fear–)

You wind impossibly tighter, all but forcing his fingers from you. It’s terrifyingly strong; your orgasm wrecks you not in ripples, but as one metre-high wave, floodgates open to the mat beneath you.

(–and your best to embrace a quick death.)

Miguel aids you down to lay on your back. When he lifts his wrist to check the set stopwatch, his hand glistens with your juices. You're compelled to wipe it off, raptured by humility like he isn’t the one that just fingered you into oblivion.

“Two minutes.” He says. “Good.”

“That… that was only one-twenty seconds?”

“Talk about a personal record.” You huff. “Shut up.”

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erabundus · 11 months

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anonymous &&. said... How heavy is Ren? Is he lighter or heavier than a normal human of his size? .... Would he sink or float?

i'm actually really happy you asked, anon! i've been meaning to write a post talking about it for AGES — literally months! ( i have the receipts to clown on myself prove it! ) i just keep procrastinating ENDLESSLY.

before anything else, i definitely have to give credit to @custosavis, because jess was the one to first suggest the idea and add fuel to my brainrot fire. 10/10 blog, 10/10 xiao, 10/10 friend, would HIGHLY recommend following if you aren't already!

but to finally ( finally ) answer your question — he's very light! even when he isn't using anemo to drift around, he's much lighter than someone of his size reasonably should be. ( which is saying something, because ren is small to begin with. ) i've never really settled on anything specific, but he's probably something around 1/5th of however much you would expect a human of his size would weigh at a glance? light enough that you could scoop him up or catch him in your arms without much difficulty, but still heavy enough that he won't be blown away by a sudden gust of wind. that being said, it's a little more complicated than that — because his bones are built to be INCREDIBLY DENSE as part of his durable design, and in general he is a sentient irminsul-wood nokia with some very non-human insides to match.

his body has an internal mechanism ( organ ) that keeps him agile — i suppose the closest comparison would be the swim bladder in a fish? but instead of maintaining buoyancy, it's maintaining how unnaturally light his body is. ( i hope that makes sense! puppet anatomy is strange. ) i'd imagine it allows for a certain degree of malleability — almost like flexing a muscle. so his body may suddenly feel heavier if he needs to brace for a blow. if he wants to float gently at the surface of the water or sink like a stone, it's entirely up to what he's feeling in the moment. it's an important component of his design, because to reiterate, ren's internal structure VERY DIFFERENT from a human. without something keeping him light, he would actually go in the opposite direction — heavy bones, alien anatomy, pocket dimension in his chest, all interwoven with what is effectively a condensed ball of divine electro energy ( a battery ) that's perpetually generating more of itself. you would have better luck lifting a ren-shaped statue made of tungsten.

thankfully, the true weight of his body isn't usually an issue due to that aforementioned mechanism mitigating it. however, there are situations where it can be TURNED OFF. when ren sustains a lot, a lot, a lot of damage, his system tends to discard other functions to prioritize all of its energy on healing. ( particularly if the injury happens to be to his power source. ) this is why he still hits the ground like a ton of bricks when he falls out of the robot. he can't die, but he can still be hurt to the point he loses consciousness. to the point his body forces him into a comatose state. to the point it turns off that function keeping him light and agile so it can focus its resources on HEALING. it isn't like he's going to need it.

basically, he's incredibly light — unless he's been badly injured. then he's incredibly heavy.

#anonymous #𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ◟ hc .◝#( thank you for the opportunity to babble anon!! i love talking about my weird puppet anatomy headcanons KDKSKS i hope this made sense )#( he's not impossible to lift when he's been ko'ed but it's very hard )#( also he's only heavy specifically when he's unconscious due to injury. otherwise he's still very light. )#( you could throw him over your shoulder but at what cost (ren's fury) )

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Hard Head Heavy Autumn Nymph

Here is a heavy autumn nymph that is easy to tie and pushes all the buttons for cold water trout and grayling. Tie it without the bead or adjust the size and weight to fish in the required water depth and sink speed. How to tie Hard Head Nymph Hard Head Nymph pattern: Hook: Mustad Heritage S70AP # 8-12 Bead: Slotted tungsten Tying thread: Sheer 14/0 Dun Tail: Coq de Leon Abdomen: Wild…

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Top 10 Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig| Best Buying Guide

The tungsten ice fishing jig is a highly effective tool for catching fish in icy conditions. When it comes to ice fishing, the tungsten ice fishing jig is a must-have item for any angler. With its compact size and heavy weight, this jig sinks quickly through the ice, allowing you to reach the depth where the fish are hiding. Made from durable tungsten material, this jig offers excellent sensitivity, enabling you to detect even the subtlest bites. Its bright colors and lifelike design attract the attention of fish, increasing your chances of a successful catch. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced ice angler, the tungsten ice fishing jig is a valuable addition to your tackle box. 1

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1. MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit, Glow Teardrop Ice Fishing Lures Set for Crappie Panfish Walleye, Pack of 21，0.50G - 3.00G

- Brand: MUUNN - Manufacturer: MUUNN - Color: Colorful - Dimensions: Height: 0.7 inches Width: 3.77 inches Length: 5.45 inches Weight: 0.00661386786 Pounds ` The MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit is a game-changer for ice anglers seeking a reliable and effective lure set. With a selection of 21 glow teardrop ice fishing lures, this kit is perfect for targeting crappie, panfish, and walleye. Featuring weights ranging from 0.50G to 3.00G, these jigs offer versatility in different fishing conditions. Crafted from high-quality tungsten, they provide optimal durability and longevity. Whether you're a seasoned angler or just getting started, the MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit is a must-have addition to your ice fishing arsenal. Advantages - Boost your fishing success with the MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit, featuring a glow teardrop design for enticing crappie, panfish, and walleye. - With 21 lures included in the pack, ranging from 0.50g to 3.00g in weight, you'll have a versatile selection for various fishing conditions and depths. - The tungsten material used in these ice fishing jigs offers improved sensitivity, allowing you to feel even the slightest nibbles and increase your chances of a catch. - The glow feature of these jigs attracts fish in low-light situations, making them perfect for early morning or late evening ice fishing adventures. - Designed with precision and durability in mind, the MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit ensures long-lasting performance, so you can confidently use it season after season. Our Recommendations The MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit is a must-have for any ice fishing enthusiast. With a range of weights from 0.50G to 3.00G, it's perfect for targeting crappie, panfish, and walleye. The glow teardrop lures are incredibly effective in attracting fish in low-light conditions. The pack of 21 jigs ensures that you'll always have the right size and style for any situation. This kit is a game-changer for ice fishing, providing durability and versatility. Get ready for a successful and exciting fishing experience with the MUUNN Tungsten Ice Fishing Jig Kit. Check Latest Price Best Quality

2. Reaction Tackle Tungsten Ice Jigs - 5mm - Wonder Glow Spots

- Brand: Reaction Tackle - Manufacturer: Reaction Tackle - Color: Wonder Glow Spots 6-pcs Introducing the Reaction Tackle Tungsten Ice Jigs - 5mm - Wonder Glow Spots! These ice jigs are a game-changer for ice fishing enthusiasts. The 5mm size is perfect for attracting a wide range of fish species. The Wonder Glow Spots add an extra level of allure, ensuring that fish can't resist biting. Made with high-quality tungsten, these jigs are durable and long-lasting, giving you confidence in every cast. Upgrade your ice fishing game with Reaction Tackle's Tungsten Ice Jigs! Advantages - Advantages of Reaction Tackle Tungsten Ice Jigs - 5mm - Wonder Glow Spots: - Enhanced Visibility: The Wonder Glow Spots on these ice jigs ensure maximum visibility underwater, increasing your chances of attracting bites. - Premium Quality: Crafted with top-notch tungsten material, these jigs offer unbeatable strength, durability, and excellent sensitivity for detecting even the slightest nibbles. - Versatile Designs: With a range of attractive color patterns, these jigs are suitable for various fishing conditions, making them a versatile tool in your tackle box. - Improved Success Rate: The compact size and precise weight distribution of these jigs allow for accurate and long-distance casting, leading to a higher likelihood of hooking fish. - Long-lasting Performance: The tungsten construction of these ice jigs ensures they retain their shape and effectiveness even after repeated use, providing long-lasting performance on the ice. Our Recommendations I recently purchased the Reaction Tackle Tungsten Ice Jigs - 5mm - Wonder Glow Spots, and I am extremely impressed. The jigs are perfectly designed for ice fishing. They have great visibility underwater and the wonder glow spots make them irresistible to fish. The tungsten material adds weight without sacrificing the small size, allowing for accurate and precise placement. These jigs have significantly improved my ice fishing experience and I highly recommend them to any angler. Check Latest Price Recommended

3. UV Glow Tungsten Ice Fishing Jigs 5-Pack Crappie Perch Bluegill Panfish Jig 5mm (Wonderbread)

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4. UV Glow Tungsten Ice Fishing Jigs 5-Pack Crappie Perch Bluegill Panfish Jig 5mm (Peppermint Zombie)

- Brand: TOOTH SHIELD TACKLE - Manufacturer: Tooth Shield Tackle - Color: Peppermint Zombie Looking for the perfect fishing jigs that will make your ice fishing experience unforgettable? Look no further! The UV Glow Tungsten Ice Fishing Jigs 5-Pack is just what you need. Crafted with precision and designed for success, these jigs are perfect for catching crappie, perch, bluegill, and panfish. The 5mm size ensures optimal performance, while the Peppermint Zombie color adds an enticing sparkle to attract even the most finicky of fish. Don't miss out on this must-have addition to your fishing gear collection. Advantages - Advantages, usefulness, and benefits of UV Glow Tungsten Ice Fishing Jigs 5-Pack: - Enhanced visibility in icy conditions for increased fishing success. - UV glow effect attracts crappie, perch, bluegill, and panfish with ease. - 5mm tungsten construction ensures durability and long-lasting performance. - The Peppermint Zombie color pattern mimics natural prey, enticing bites. - Convenient 5-pack provides variety and multiple options for successful ice fishing trips. Our Recommendations The UV Glow Tungsten Ice Fishing Jigs are perfect for catching Crappie, Bluegill, and Panfish. They have a 5mm size and come in the eye-catching Peppermint Zombie color. These jigs are known for their durability and ability to attract fish. Get ready for a successful ice fishing trip with these amazing jigs. Check Latest Price

5. Rick's Jigs Tungsten Ice Fishing Glow Jigs for Panfish, Trout, Crappies (5mm, B)

- Brand: Rick’s Jigs - Manufacturer: Rick's Jigs - Color: B Introducing Rick's Jigs Tungsten Ice Fishing Glow Jigs – the perfect companion for your ice fishing adventures. Read the full article

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6 Ways Tungsten Carbide Used in Manufacturing Industry

Tungsten carbide is a combination of carbon and tungsten. When these two elements are patched together, they form an alloy that is resistant to heat, scratches, pitting and rust. You can compare hardness to that of diamond because of its high density.

The comprehensive strength of Tungsten carbide can be nearly three times that of steel. You can even fuse this metal or fuse with other metals with ease. From medicine to manufacturing, here are some of the most popular uses for tungsten carbide.

Surgical Tools

The medical industry requires a lot of equipment and tools to function properly and efficiently. The device is usually specific to certain situations and procedures. Surgical tools are used frequently and should be able to withstand the procedure. Carbide is used in surgical tools and other medical tools that help save lives. Most surgical tools used today are usually made of titanium or stainless steel.

Mill Products

Carbide is a highly efficient metal compound for milling products and milling inserts. This is actually a very popular use of cemented carbide as only over 10% of it is used to make mill products.

Industrial Alloys

Specialty alloys are where carbide metal compounds are most used, with about 17% being used in combination with other metals. Carbide is versatile and can be formed, sharpened and repaired with other metals to create compounds for electronics and other commercial applications. Such as aviation industry, electrical equipment.

Jewelry

It's not surprising to see carbide used to make jewelry, as you can shape and shape it to your liking. You can also mend it with other metals, so carbide and jewelry making are a perfect match.

Milling Tool

Carbide is used to make drilling and milling tools. Often, tools used in construction applications are made of this metal compound. This is where most of the cemented carbide metal market is created for construction applications and related tools such as mining tips, drills and other tools. The hardness and resistance composition of carbide tools are generally superior to those of stainless steel.

Other Manufacturing Uses

Carbide is also used for other manufacturing purposes and applications. It is often used in trekking poles, splints and ski poles. It is also used to make fishing weights and many other mechanisms that require cutting and crushing. There are many incentives for using this metal, including financial benefits, recycling, and longevity.

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Typemetal mix

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Mostly commonly, you’ll see this as an alloy. It’s becoming more and more common because of this. It’s about 2/3rds the weight of aluminum, and it has comparable strength. You probably interact with aluminum on a daily basis more often than you think. This makes aluminum really useful for making things like freshwater boats. However, it will not corrode in contact with water. Aluminum will corrode when it comes in contact with salt. Iron is actually the only metal that “rusts” by definition. It’s the most common non-ferrous (not containing iron) metal on the planet. While the process for making aluminum is a bit more complicated than some of the other metals, it’s actually an extremely common metal. And, (arguably) most importantly, it can be made into a really thin sheet that can be used to BBQ fresh-caught fish to moist perfection. It’s easily formed (malleable), and it doesn’t rust, which makes it great for soda cans. Aluminum was first made in 1825, and since then it’s been the foundation for some massive accomplishments.įor example, because of its amazing strength-to-weight ratio, this is the metal that’s largely responsible for flight and getting man to the moon. AluminumĪs far as metals go, this is a really modern one. Heavy machinery bases and frames – this heavy metal reduces vibration and provides rigidityįun fact: Iron is the sixth most common element in the universe.Wood stoves – Cast iron has an extremely high melting point so the stove can handle high temperatures.Cookware (like skillets) – The porous surface will allow cooking oils to burn in and create a natural non-stick surface.But beyond that, here are a few other applications and an explanation of why iron is used: Iron (Wrought or Cast)Įven though this is a super old-fashioned metal (especially common during the “iron age”) it still has a lot of modern uses.įor one, it’s the primary ingredient in steel.

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If you want to know more about stainless steels (and how to identify them) click here for my guide. But all of the types of stainless will rust if not cleaned and properly cared for. Stainless steel that’s used around salt water needs to especially corrosion resistant so it doesn’t rot out. Different compositions will prevent rusting to various degrees. Not-so-fun fact: Just because something is stainless steel, that doesn’t mean that it can’t rust. You’ll see a lot of this in kitchens knives, tables, utensils, anything that comes into contact with food. If you scratch off the barrier, a new one will immediately form. The chromium creates a super thin barrier when it corrodes which slows rust. This is basically just steel with a noticeable amount of chromium. This is the steel that is specifically focused on corrosion resistance. Technically this is a kind of alloy steel, but there are so many types in such massive quantities that it usually gets its own category. It’s generally considered the workhorse of the metal world. Each of these elements will modify the metal’s properties in different ways.įor example, alloying steel can give extra strength to high-performance gears, more corrosion and wear resistance to medical implants, and increase the amount of pressure that pipelines can handle. This is an extremely common type of metal because it’s generally still very cheap to make.Ĭommon alloying elements for steel include manganese, vanadium, chromium, nickel, and tungsten. This changes the properties and essentially makes the metal customizable. Alloyed steel is made by adding other elements in the mix. Think of it as genetically modified steel. Less carbon means cheaper, softer, and easier to produce.Ĭarbon steel is most commonly found as a structural building material, in simple mechanical components, and in various tools. The three general categories are low, medium, and high carbon steel. This is the basic steel, good ‘ol carbon and iron, although some other very small amounts of other elements might be added. Here’s an overview of the main types: Carbon Steel There are actually a lot of different kinds of steel. If you were to stack elephants one on top of the other to form a really peculiar bridge to the moon (not actually possible), it would still not be as heavy as the weight of the steel that’s made each year. An average African elephant weighs about 5 tons. This ratio is usually around 99% iron and 1% carbon, although that ratio can vary a bit.įun fact: There was over 1.8 billion tons of steel produced worldwide in 2017 (half of which was produced in China). Steel, by definition, is simply iron (the element) mixed with carbon. This is hands down the most common metal in the modern world. Random, Interesting, and Useless Information.

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Aldila Golf Shafts Review

Aldila Golf Shafts combine three patented design technologies to create the ultimate feel and performance. The RIP, S-core, and Micro Laminate technologies work together to create the perfect feel and performance. As a result, Aldila Golf Shafts are the most popular choice for golfers across the globe. Learn more about these shafts below. The Aldila Ascent golf shaft is a great choice for average golfers who want a shaft that will last them for years.

Aldila Ascent

As the name suggests, the Aldila Ascent golf shafts are designed for higher stability at impact. They feature a variety of technologies, including FlyDrive, a technology similar to that found on high-performance fishing rods. These technologies make for a lightweight, high-launching, and spinning shaft that delivers increased stability. Aldila Ascent golf shafts are designed for golfers of all abilities and are made with premium materials.

Aldila RIP

If you are looking for a new golf shaft, you should check out Aldila's line of RIP models. These innovative shafts feature computer modeling technology to create a shaft with lower torque and increased tip stiffness. Aldila claims this technology can help players hit the ball farther and with more consistent shots while using less material than conventional shafts. However, the real test is whether it can improve your swing and your course results.

Aldila TOUR Series

The Aldila TOUR Series golf shaft features a unique technology and design to make your game more consistent. Its design is engineered to lower and lower the ball while maintaining a certain feel for each swing. The Tour Green and Blue models are particularly well-liked by golfers, and there's a reason for that.

The Aldila Tour Blue and Green are two extremely popular shafts with golfers. These shafts offer a great feel, speed, and stability and are made from a lighter material. Check out Aldila's offerings if you are in the market for a new driver shaft. The following is a brief overview of each shaft type. To learn more, click the links below.

The Aldila Rogue is the company's flagship shaft. It quickly became the number one driver shaft on the PGA Tour. This shaft has a carbon fiber core with a 95-110 MSI modulus. The 'Grip End' on Aldila's Rogue models helps lower torque and increases stiffness. The Rogue also features a counterbalance shaft to compensate for a heavier driver head and a longer club shaft.

Flex and Weight Options

Aldila driver shafts are available in a variety of materials and weights. Some of the most popular materials include tungsten and carbon composite. Carbon fiber shafts are often used for their durability. However, aluminum shafts are also popular. Aluminum shafts are often used for their light weight. Aluminum shafts are a great choice for beginners, as they are less expensive than carbon fiber.

ALDILA has shaft options to match just about any golfer's playing style. Head over to Tour Shop Fresno to view ALDILA's full line of golf shafts. Tour Shop Fresno is a Leading Authorized ALDILA dealer in the United States. If you have questions regarding ALDILA Shafts or about building your next set of custom golf clubs, Tour Shop Fresno has decades of experience to help you with questions or to build your custom ALDILA clubs.

ALDILA QUARANTA Wood Shafts

The Aldila QUARANTA Blue offers the best value. This lightweight shaft delivers high lift and speed for the lowest price. The NVS Orange is ideal for slower swings. A driver shaft with a high torque will increase spin and reduce the risk of a chipped shot. For more information, visit Aldila. They have many products to choose from and offer excellent value for your money.

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Buying the Best Fishing Related Items

When you're planning your next fishing trip, it's important to know where to find the best fishing related items. From rods and reels to tackle and lures, these essential items can make or break your catch. In this article, we'll take a look at some of the best fishing related items to buy. We hope that this will help you get the most out of your next fishing trip!

Fly Fishing Accessories

When fly fishing, you'll need the right Fly Fishing Accessories to help make your experience more comfortable and successful. From waders to rods, here are a few of the most essential items for any angler:

-Wader Booties: Wader booties protect your feet from cold water and leaves them dry so that you can easily walk in boots when necessary. They come in a variety of styles and colors to suit every fisherman's personal style.

-A Reel Seatcover: A reel seatcover keeps your deck clean while protecting it from wear and tear. It also helps keep mosquitoes away by repelling moisture as well as providing extra comfort when sitting for long periods of time casting or reeling in your fish.

-Rod Sling : A rod sling allows you to carry your troutrod comfortably over one shoulder or across both shoulders like a backpack, making it easier to move around while on the riverbank or stream bank. This prevents fatigue during extended outings into nature!

Jigs

Jigs are fishing tools that consists of a shaped hook, sometimes with weights or other baits tied to the line, and an upright stick. It is used to suspend bait in water so that fishermen can take advantage of any bites.

Mono Rig Fly Fishing

If you're looking for a fly fishing experience that is different and exciting, mono rig fly fishing may be the perfect option for you. Mono rig refers to a type of flieset consisting of only one weight – usually a #12 or smaller tungsten bead – which is fished with either a standard caster or rod-and-reel setup. This system makes it possible to cast lightweight lures very easily over short distances in open water, making it an ideal choice if you are looking for baitcasting techniques but want something more challenging than traditional dry Fly Fishing methods.

Conclusion

In case you are also planning to head out on a fishing trip, then make sure that you buy the best fisherries related items such as george harvey leaders and custom flies. Only these can ensure that your fishing experience turns into a fruitful one.

To get more fishing related information, just keep reading our blog because we post everything related to fish in one place! From the right equipment to different types of bait, traps and lures – this is where you will find everything!

Keep visiting our blog if you love discovering new things about fishing and discover how all of this can improve your experience even more. Have fun exploring!

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Congrats to team Hawg Tech @jb_bassmaster_fishing, @legend_of_wooleyswamp, for 7th place finish with a 3 fish limit for 13-3 at the #icastcup2022 You'll hear the words "game changer" a thousand times at #icast Hawg Tech changed the game 10 years ago, coming out with several new innovations: * affordable carbon fiber handles * real cork knobs (not shrink wrapped cork particles) * an iconic knob carrier design copied by an iCast best of show winning reel manufacturer and others soon after after our release (imitation is the best form of flattery) * an engineered and optimized tungsten weight design * A custom, on-line "handle builder" giving our customers many size, color, and knob options * silicone knobs that are virtually indestructible (impervious to chemical intrusion) They'll keep talking about changing the game, we simply “Make fishing better!”#makefishingbetter #reeltuning #bass #bassfishing #tungstenweights #carbonfiberreelhandle #majorleaguefishing #icast2022 #bassmaster #floridabassfishing (at Lake Tohopekaliga) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPONPAr9fQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Discover top-grade tungsten fishing weights and Jigs at Tungsten4Anglers. Elevate your angling experience with precision gear crafted for success. Upgrade your tackle box for premium performance on the water. Tungsten Flipping Weights, Drop Shot weights, Jigs, Ned Heads, shaky heads, Jig Head and nail weights

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Catching bass in heavy slop Extreme Angler TV season 12 episode 5- If you like fishing the heavy nasty jungles for largemouth bass then this episode is for you! Karl is punching and ... source

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Summary: You fool! You’ve signed a contract with Azul and now you’re paying the price. But that doesn’t mean you’re down and out.

After sneaking into Monstro Lounge to secretly destroy your contract, you didn’t expect to be cornered and tormented by two devils in disguise.

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The corridors of Octavinelle were ghostly quiet, only the shuffling of students upstairs filling the void. Your nerves made your limbs heavy. The sweat in your socks weighed you down. In the stillness and darkness, it was easy to imagine the whole dorm descending on you if you made the slightest sound.

If you were any more on edge, you’d fall off altogether.

What had brought you down to the watery depths of the Sea Witch’s dorm was the hope of destroying a contract. Four days ago, in exchange for helping you with exam notes, Azul had taken your stronger eyesight and swapped it with his own. Colours and shapes now blended into one, and even though the dorm leader had gifted you his glasses, they hadn’t done much good. They didn’t fit your face. All it took was turning your head once too quicky, and they had flown off, flying out a window. By the time you’d found them – kicked under a bench – the frames were bent and the lenses were shattered.

Using your hands as a guide, you navigated the dorm by the walls – smooth to the touch – until suddenly the texture changed. Your fingers traced the unmistakable grooves of wood, lower and lower until you gripped the cool metal of a door handle. Squinting, you could just about make out the initials ‘M.L.’ engraved into the door.

‘Thank the Great Seven’, you sighed.

Although it was hazy, the Monstro Lounge was still a grand sight. The giant fish tank arrogantly took up half the room, with colourful little fish dancing in the water like ribbons caught in the wind. Still leading with your hands, you swept over fresh table clothes, and polished cutlery, towards the back of the room. From what you could remember, the VIP room was located next to the bar.

Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath as you stood outside it.

This needs to be done, you told yourself. Azul had swindled you, and you deserved revenge. If the conman had been upfront with wanting your eyesight in exchange for mere notes, you certainly would have said no. Who cares if you should have read the small print. If it came down to it, surely you could sue Azul for grievous bodily harm?

But that was only if tonight was unsuccessful. Now was the time to take matters into your own hands.

The door opened quietly. A weight lifted from your chest. Despite being an underwater dorm, the hinges on all the doors were well maintained. The first thing that caught your eye was the safe. Perfect. That was all you cared about; zeroing in on the ship wheel at its centre that secured the locks.

Shifting your robes, the bulge of a vial filled with a corrosive potion protruded from your pocket. Mr Crewel had brewed a batch earlier in class, dazzling his students as it gnawed through his tungsten sample like butter. All it would take was a few drops. Enough to melt the locks, open the safe, slip in and out, and no one would know.

BANG!

Your heart leapt into your throat. The door had slammed closed. Panicked, threw your hands back onto its handle and yanked: once, twice, thrice. It was locked.

A chill trickled down your back. A shadow – no, two shadows – engulfed you like a murky pall.

“Silly Shrimpy~” crooned a familiar voice. “Lured into the jaws of an anglerfish by a contract.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself, brother.”

All your blood drained to your legs as adrenaline swarmed your body. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t think. Your only instinct was to flee. A sudden jerk to the side made you dodge the first set of hands, but another grabbed you. You were slammed against the door. Shock and fear made your mouth tingle as you doubled over, wheezing with pain.

A third hand grabbed your chin, jerking your head up.

“Jade…Floyd…”

Jade pressed his finger to your lips. “I recommend you don’t speak. We wouldn’t want to alert the students upstairs to your presence.”

Your lips quivered, but you obeyed.

“Shrimpy is so funny!” Floyd yanked you onto your toes. You were so close to his face you could hear breath travelling in and out of his nostrils. “We saw you coming towards the Lounge from down the corridor. But, of course, you didn’t see us~” His eyes bulged mockingly. “We wanted so badly to go to bed. It’s hard work with school and working the restaurant shifts. But we would be insane to pass this up~.”

You trembled as the twins rearranged themselves. Floyd dropped you abruptly, your knees banging against the hard floor. Within moments, Jade had clamped your left arm in an iron grip, while Floyd interlaced himself with your right. You grit your teeth as they raised you up. The muscles in your shoulders felt like they were being torn apart.

“Tell us, dear (Y/N),” said Jade. “What brings you down this way at this time of evening?”

Floyd giggled. “Azul took your eyes, Shrimpy. Did he take your brain, too?”

You weren’t sure if their questions were rhetorical. You wracked your brain for anything that would help you. “I’m sorry! Please don’t tell Azul…I…I went through the wrong mirror. I couldn’t tell the difference between Ramshackle and Octavinelle- ACK!”

Floyd pinched your cheek. Jade the other.

“What did I say about talking?”

The twins used the tips of their fingers to clamp your skin, twisting it to make tears prick your eyes. But that was only the start of it. After unlocking the door, they marched you into the Lounge. Each step took was agony. Jade trod on your toes, Floyd kneed you in the side. Then, Jade’s hips brushed against your own, right over where the potion vial was. The eel stopped. He stared down at you, curious. An amused glint entered his golden eye as he reached into your pocket, not once breaking eye-contact, and snatched it out.

“My, my,” he mused. “You certainly came prepared, didn’t you. A metal-melting potion, I believe?”

“Give it-“

Floyd clamped his hand over your mouth, giggling like a man possessed.

“Does Professor Crewel know you have this?” Jade pressed. “He isn’t forgiving when students steal potions from the laboratory.” Holding the liquid up to the light, Jade swirled it around like a fine vintage. “A particularly dangerous brew. Students have been expelled for as little as taking samples of dandruff-removal potions without Crewel knowing. Oh dear, Miss/Mr (L/N). Where will you go if you’re not at the college?”

Tears of panic, shame, dread, dripped down your face. Floyd’s hold tightened as they pooled between his hand and your cheeks, delighting in the power he and his brother had over you. At first, you were worried the twins would tell Azul about what you had tried to do. Who knew that the Cecaelia was capable of. You’d seen him overblot over the destruction of his contracts, and people almost died. But now the prospect of expulsion, and subsequently, poverty, loomed over you. Jade was right. Where would you go if Crewel find out and you got expelled?

Your eyes pleaded desperately with Jade to have mercy on you. Dewy and red, the sight of them seemed to satisfy something in the sadistic man’s soul. He gestured for his brother to release you. Cool air was luxurious on your jaw.

“Don’t cry, Shrimpy.” Floyd dug into his pocket and pulled out a creased handkerchief. He dabbed your eyes for you since your arms were still trapped.

“Indeed, (Y/N), you’re lucky it was us who discovered you. All you need to do is a few favours for us and we can all forget tonight ever even happened.”

Fear danced along your skin. The twins’ smiled, but you were close enough to make out each of their razor sharp teeth. The bite behind the sweetness. Favours? What could that possibly entail? You couldn’t help but wonder if a living hell was worse than death, and there was no doubt you were about to find out.

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A day later and the eels had already dropped their first task on you. With a breathing potion (allowed by Crewel) churning in your belly, you trapsed across the bottom of the Monstro Lounge fish tank with a mop and a sponge.

“You missed a spot, Shrimpy.” Floyd suddenly swept past you in his eel form. He was so fast he created a new current, propelling you straight into a rock. You sighed with relief once you’d managed to steady yourself, but then, out of nowhere, something slick wrapped around your leg and tripped you up. Gravity abandoned you. You somersaulted in place, the world spinning around you – fish, rocks, Jade, fish, rocks, Jade. You wanted to scream. These bastards were playing with you.

Jade couldn’t help but grin at your sour little face. “Try not to hate us, my dear,” he said, slipping his arms around your waist to right you. “It’s a symbiosis. We’re here for you, and you’re here for us.”

“That’s right, Shrimpy~.” Floyd appeared from over the top of a nearby rock. His tail, sleek and rubbery, wrapped around you in a crushing vice, squeezing you until your bones were on the brink of snapping. “Just a few more weeks of being our little errand-runner and you’ll be free as a bird, with no hard feelings, right?”

“Sure,” you said between gritted teeth. “It’s hard not…to feel like ramming… this mop up your ar-“

“Are you always going to be this rude to us?” Jade feigned a pout. “This could just be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

“And friends help each other, Shrimpy.” Floyd pointed over to a patch of algae under a rock. “And like I said, you missed a spot~.”

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