#and even after that it took several minutes before the remains of his body finally slumped down and the cats stopped tearing at his corpse

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 23

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; a tad bit of angst; smidge of illness; all the pregnancy woes in the world; some suggestive dialogue A/N: There's some serious fluff in this. I tried so hard to keep Daryl in character while having him offer all he could to a person doing something precious for him. I hope I succeeded. The explanation of midnight blue is a little bit of self indulgence. It's my own favorite color and the reason why. I know I skipped the nursing home scene but I took the liberty of adding into the timeline somewhere as a mention.

The events of the day before had ended in the most amusing way, with you nearly inviting Carol in before getting dressed.

“She knows what tits and a vagina look like, Daryl.”

“She don’t know what my dick looks like, Y/N!”

“Touche, sir.”

All ended well and Carol saw no genitalia that fine day.

You had officially worn one another out. After the Tylenol and Carol’s snickers and knowing smiles, you and Daryl fell onto the pillows and slept until the next morning. The fever remained, albeit burning less and less hot each time the old man would look him over. His lungs were sounding better. Hershel removed the IV when the archer proved he could keep up with hydrating and promised to take it easy. Of course, he would. He had you as his warden. 

The next evening, after a bowl of hearty stew with the venison you had brought back,—two bowls for Daryl—you laid in bed. He wasn’t complaining, for once, and actually seemed to be close to falling asleep. It had been a relief to watch him eat well, even if he did try to share the second bowl. You were feeling a little nauseated, sharing that knowledge honestly when you turned down his offering. Your condition had definitely improved, the severity of the occurrences much less concerning. Things were actually okay. 

“Daryl?” You licked your suddenly dry lips but continued drawing patterns on his bare chest from your spot against his side with his arm wrapped around you. He hummed, his usual reply, eyes remaining closed while his thumb swept back and forth over your ribs. When you didn’t answer right away, he pulled you a little closer. It was unclear if it was intentional or not.

“What?” He cleared his throat, his voice still gravelly. 

“Can we—I’d like to know more about you.” Your timid request must have snagged his attention because he was shifting your bodies to lie face to face, one hand below his cheek and the other rubbing small circles just over where the baby had finally stopped tap dancing. He was giving you that look, the squinted eyes that scrutinized someone for any indication of dishonesty or hidden agenda. He should know you better than that by now, but you remained quiet.

“Whaddaya wanna know?” He finally queried, his hand going still but remaining where it was.

“Anything. Everything.” You shrugged your available shoulder. “If we’re gonna do this—be an us—then we need to know one another, don’t you think?” He started tapping a finger against your abdomen.

“S’your favorite color?”

You huffed a laugh through your nose, scrunching it with a smile. “Midnight blue. What’s yours?” He pulled a face, curiosity shining through.

“Why midnight?” He asked with a sniff, shuffling around a bit on the pillow.

“Because even though I know it isn’t, I like to think that’s the color of the night sky. Not black, but dark blue and full stars. Black is nothing, it’s lonely, but to think of it as blue. It’s a little more comforting.” The archer gave you a thoughtful look, the corner of his mouth ticking upward so minutely that anyone else would have missed it. Not you. “Now, what’s yours?”

He mimicked your earlier shrug. “Dunno. Don’t really got one, I guess.” Your silence beckoned him to explain. After moving his hand from below his cheek to chew on the side of his thumb, he eventually elaborated. “Grew up learnin’ to ‘preciate all’a ‘em. House was—it was always dark, ‘specially after mama died. When my old man—I spent a lot’a time outside. Noticed things. Blue sky’d turn a bit purple before it’d snow, even if it was just a lil’. Grass—it’d be green but have those brown pieces where I’d walk all’a the time. Creek looked muddy unless ya stood in it. Then ya’d see the bottom an’ how the water’d catch the light. Sometimes it’d be blue, sometimes kinda green. Just depended on the day.” His gaze had dropped away from you at some point, focused on the miniscule area of bed sheets between your bodies.

You were glad for it because your eyes had started to fill and shine. You were granted the opportunity to blink back the tears before he looked up. Daryl was so much more than anyone had given him credit for, than anyone had been willing to learn. Carol had told you a story about an exchange with Andrea, when she had taken a jab at what she thought was his limited vocabulary.

“Get a dictionary. Look it up. Observant.”

“D’ya like dogs or cats?” He asked so suddenly that you nearly flinched, realizing that you had just been staring at some point past his head for an undetermined amount of time. There was no way he hadn’t noticed.

“I like both, but I’m a dog person.” You frowned. Having a dog would probably be something your child would never get to experience. “You?”

“Dogs. Cats ain’t trustworthy.” It was such an amusing thing to say with such a straight face. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wait, I need to hear this.” You caught him staring at your lips, maybe watching you laugh or maybe he wanted to kiss you. Both? You pretended not to notice. 

“Dogs’re smart but cats’re calculated. Make ya think they’re all innocent when they ain’t. Always up to somethin’.”

��What I’m hearing is that you’re afraid of cats.” You smirked, absently reaching to run your fingers through his hair. Daryl made a disgruntled sound and shook his head to stave off your attempts.

“Ain’t afraid’a ‘em. Just don’t trust ‘em.”

“Right.” You nodded, face falling into feigned seriousness before it became real, your next question burning inside your chest, just below the fear you’d need to surpass to ask. He was likely to shut down the session, maybe even close off completely. You could always hope he’d begun to trust you enough to open up, even if only a little, but the prospect suddenly seemed so far away. “Daryl.”

“Ask.” He was looking right into your eyes with a hint of determination you’d seen before when the circumstances were different, dire even. Was that how he saw this? A dire situation that could result in you being gone in some way?

“Who—what happened?” You let a single fingertip press gently against the deepest scar on his chest, your eyes lingering on it for but a moment before you contradicted his intensity with tenderness. Not pity, but a gentle curiosity. A request to allow you to understand.

“My dad—he was never a good man.” He swallowed hard. “Got worse after mama died. She drank. Fell asleep with a smoke, burned up in our house.” His fingers were plucking at the small space between you, a fine tremor in his hand. He pulled it out of your reach when you reached for it. “Didn’t know what to do with us, I guess. Me an’ Merle—my brother.” The brother that Rick had left behind in Atlanta, the brother who was likely dead. Yet another relative your baby would never know. “Merle tried to—he’d take the beatin’ when he could, did his best. Booked it outta there when he couldn't take it no more. Joined the army.” His eyes were wet, but he sniffed and cleared his throat. “Wasn't nothin’ standin’ between me an’ the old man then—between me an’ the belt. The cigarettes.” He fell silent, clearly finished with talking about his parents.

“Tell me about Merle?” You ventured, shot down with a shake of his head against the pillow.

“Ain’t your turn.” He sniffed again. “Your mama—tell me ‘bout your mama.” It wasn’t exactly a question, more of a soft demand; an it’s only fair. You didn’t mind. You’d accepted her abandonment long ago. You had been content with the amazing father with whom you were gifted.

“She booked it. We didn’t have a lot of money, and she never really wanted me in the first place. Tucked tail and ran the first chance she got.” You shrugged, unbothered beyond the twinge of guilt you felt for being so okay with the hand you had been dealt while Daryl struggled to even think about his past. “I didn’t even miss her. I mean, it sucked at first. I always felt bad, watching daddy struggle. So, I learned to help and that was that.”

He was so obviously jealous, yet another emotion that he didn't know how to process. You saw the anger flare before he doused it, returning to a solemn state of silence. He was awaiting your question, wherein you found a dilemma. Did you push through the conversation about his family? Or did you switch to something else, give him a break? 

“Thank you for trusting me.” When you reached for him then, he didn’t pull away. His mask cracked and a few pieces fell away, but he held the rest steady. “That’s enough for now, okay? If you have more questions, I’ll answer them. Gladly. But you’ve shared enough, okay?” When he studied you, you didn’t let him proceed with his usual scrutiny. “It’s fine, Daryl. We can talk more when—if—you ever want to again. You don’t need to tell me anything else.”

He accepted the out with a long exhale and a nod, his gaze falling away. You embraced the silence and its discomfort, just touching him while he was in a place to allow it. You stroked his cheek, the stubble thicker than usual with his confinement to the bed. You smoothed his hair, scratched gently over his scalp. Finally, you scooted closer and pulled him toward you to meet in the middle. Tangling your legs around his, you guided his head to rest under your chin. He let you without complaint or denial, a testament to how he had silently endured when he needed comforting.

The two of you laid there, his breaths evening out to the point where you thought he had fallen asleep. Then, breaking the silence, he cleared his throat. “Why me?” You pulled back just enough to angle your head and look at him.

“Why you what?”

“Why ya settlin’ with me? We can raise a kid together without you givin’ up a chance with someone better.” He took a deep breath, keeping his head down. “I won’t hold ya to it if ya change your mind later—if someone shows—”

“There’s no one better.” You nearly snapped at him, your tone harsher than you’d ever meant for it to be. He flinched and you instantly hated yourself for it. You’d seen someone’s quick movements earn that reaction before, but words hardly affected Daryl physically, not like that. “Daryl.” You silently pleaded with him to look at you, but were left disappointed. “There’s no one better.” You repeated, so softly that it was almost a whisper, your breath disturbing his hair. “I want to raise this baby with you. I want to be with you. I love you. That’s not gonna change.”

He simply hummed, the sound reverberating against your throat. You wanted to throttle him, but none of his self-deprecation was his fault. You hated people you didn’t even know for it. “Don’t deserve all this.” Your brow furrowed deeply at his words. “Feel like m’gettin’ somethin’ meant for someone else. Like m’takin’—” The words died on the tip of his tongue. What could you even say to that? You could tell him he deserved the world—the fucking universe—but he’d never believe it. You’d just have to show him. It would take time and patience that would likely be tested over and over, but he was worth it.

“You’ll see.” You settled back against him, let silence fall between you again. After a while, he actually did fall asleep, the tension you had noticed in him finally melting away into a restful state he so desperately needed in order to continue getting well. A kiss was pressed into his hair. You never fell asleep yourself, simply lying there with him. Your heart ached yet it was full. With your fingers traveling up and down his back in gentle motions you hoped were comforting even within his dreams, you told him again. “You’ll see.”

Daryl was coughing strenuously by the time you reached the truck, his hand pressed hard against his chest. The cold air, the rush of grabbing up all the bags, the running from the herd—it was taking its toll on his still healing body.

“Keys.” You demanded. “I’m driving.”  You could see it on his face that he was going to argue, but he doubled over in another fit of coughs and deep, wheezing gasps. Digging in his pocket through the ordeal, he tossed you the keyring. The bags you two were responsible for were tossed into the back next to the bike. It took the archer two attempts to pull himself onto the bench seat, which required the effort of both your bodies to move back in order to accommodate your 30 week bump. Just as your door closed, a discolored hand slapped against the window, startling you into a shout.

The van was already moving when you pressed the gas to peel out behind it, mowing down at least three walkers. Dark blood splattered onto the windshield, smearing but mostly washing away when you used the partially frozen fluid and wipers. Daryl’s forehead was against the dashboard as he fought to catch his breath in the chilled air. You were fumbling for the temperature controls when he smacked your hand away.

“Just—just drive. I got it.” He rasped, the warming air filling the cab a moment later. His back thudded against the seat, shaking it slightly, his head falling back against the headrest with his eyes closed. He was finally sucking in gulps of air into irritated, partially healed lungs. When you reached a point that was safe enough to pull off, you would make sure the group remembered his state of health and didn’t travel for too long before finding anything suitable and safe enough for a stay of at least a few days. “Quit your worryin’, woman. M’good.”

“Just don’t, Daryl.” You argued quietly, desperate to keep the peace between the pair of you that you’d managed to create. “Let me worry. If you don’t fight me on it, I’ll be less likely to do something stupid.” You glanced over, finding his head rolled toward you, his jaw set but he relented with a jerk of his head.

“Fine. Just have ‘em find whatever. S’long as it keeps your ass right here beside me.” 

You smiled and silently celebrated your victory, even as he noticed and grumbled beside you. When you placed your hand, palm up, on the seat between you, only a heartbeat passed before you felt him squeezing your fingers.

Roughly eight weeks left, though Hershel said you could safely deliver if you made it at least four more weeks. You were actually becoming slightly miserable. The nausea would come and go, though you actually vomited less and less. Your ankles were missing completely under the puffy skin. Your belly felt so heavy that even just standing was becoming a chore. Lori was sympathetic, constantly giving you advice. Not only you but Daryl as well. You had seen her whispering to him, watched the way he would go completely still, not looking at her but listening intently. Rick could give him all the advice in the world but Lori’s input was crucial. She knew exactly what you needed.

The archer argued with you less and less, though you could see the restraint it took for him to bite his tongue, sometimes literally. He let you hunt with him because you were restless. Lori had said it was because of the urge to start nesting, which you had found amusing, but Daryl already knew about it because of the damn books he continued to snatch up on runs. Why it frustrated you that he was willing to go that extra mile was beyond your comprehension. Maybe because he knew more about what was going on with your body than you did? You should have been grateful, but all you wanted to do was kick him in the shins.

“Can ya just—nevermind.” He grunted from behind you while the two of you tracked some turkeys. You knew they’d be in the trees for the cold weather so you kept your eyes upward, irritating the hunter when you would nearly trip or run into something. Still, he kept his cool, which was admirable for your hot-headed partner. Daryl didn’t like the term boyfriend, you’d discovered during a brief conversation where you’d found your tongue looser than normal and spilling out questions you’d otherwise never ask. The two of you had settled on being partners, though you didn’t feel it was enough to describe your relationship. He had simply shrugged.

You couldn’t hunt with a gun. He’d all but forbade it. Too loud, would draw walkers. So he found you a bow. Not a crossbow but a traditional one. It didn’t take much practice. You only needed to become familiar with the tension of the string, how far to pull for the trajectory and speed needed. Aiming came naturally.

“Shut up, Daryl. I’m fine.” You snapped, instantly muttering an apology. It was but wasn’t his fault you felt so crappy. It took two to make the baby whose little foot or hand or whatever was always pressing into your ribs. You were just as responsible and tried to remember that even when it was you and not him that felt like absolute shit most of the time. As if the world was hellbent on fucking with you, the toe of your boot found its way beneath an exposed root and you nearly faceplanted. If not for Daryl’s constant observance, you surely would have.

He snagged your bicep, dropping his crossbow to reach across your chest and grip your other shoulder. All you needed was a dislocated shoulder when you were already so beyond miserable. He made sure you stayed on your feet, nearly stumbling himself, but saying nothing when you found his irritated but concerned gaze. The weight of it instantly brought on the sniffling you knew was about to lead to a breakdown.

Over the course of only three weeks, the archer had memorized the signs and adapted, learning how to soothe you even at the expense of his own comfort. He immediately pulled you into his arms as close as he could with your ever-growing belly between you, shushing you and rubbing your back. 

“S’alright. I won’t letcha fall.”

Noble as his intentions were, that only seemed to stir up even more guilt. “I don’t know why I can’t just listen when you tell me I should stay behind! Why do you let me just do whatever I want even when you know it’s the wrong choice?!” You rubbed your wet face against his button up, leaving a dark spot and not for the first time.

“Cause you’re hard-headed an’ feelin’ like crap. Only make ya feel worse for me to argue with ya.”

And just like that, the switch flipped. “I’m not hard-headed, Daryl! I’m fucking capable and everyone wants to treat me like I’m gonna break!” You pushed him away roughly and stomped forward, sniffling harder than necessary. You heard a sigh from behind you, the sound of him picking up his crossbow and before following at a distance.

When you shot down the turkey, even beyond the pride you felt carrying it back, something told you that he saw it first but didn’t even raise his weapon.

Carol had heated some water for you so you could wipe down, feeling like your skin was crawling after being in the woods all day. It was a foreign feeling for the leaves and cool, fresh air to feel like it stuck to your flesh and needed to be scrubbed away. You were a mess. Your body hurt and you constantly needed to pee. You were irritable. You’d want Daryl to fuck you one minute and then shove him away the moment he touched the slick apex of your thighs. You were torturing the poor man who didn’t have a clue how to provide the type of comfort you needed when he couldn’t even process how to overcome his own lack of it growing up.

You didn’t hear him enter the room as you bowed over the small sink in the dusty bathroom, your skin still damp beneath your long sleeved shirt and flannel sleep pants. You had washed your hair to the best of your ability, the wet strands forming a curtain around your face that blocked your view of the door. You didn’t startle when you felt the heat of his body behind you. It was familiar at that point in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I’m so sorry, Daryl.” You whispered, the syllables of his name coming out as a soft whimper. His hands settled on your hips, fingers flexing nervously.

“S’okay.” He stepped closer and you fully expected to feel his erection press against your ass, but that wasn’t the case. There was only the firm safety of his body, your human security blanket. “Wanna—can I try somethin’?” His voice shook beside your ear but his hands remained steady, digits still squeezing and releasing. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, his exhale warm against your neck.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t his warm palms sliding beneath your belly and lifting with more gentleness than you were aware a human being could possess. The absence of the weight pulling down was an instant relief, your muscles turning to jello. You leaned back against him and he kept you upright, silently offering you comfort and succor that your body didn’t even know it needed.

“Fuck.” You breathed, eyes fluttering closed and head laying back against his shoulder. The tears came when his lips pressed against your temple, wordlessly expressing his gratitude for what you were enduring. “Thank you.” Your own appreciation trembled over your lips, whether toward the man at your back or a god you weren’t sure you believed in for putting him there.

#murda writes #blood ties #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fluff #pregnant!reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x female reader #daryl dixon twd #twd daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl dixon the walking dead

[alienpossession]

Planting The Seeds II

Blake's arrival to the party proven to be the start of the frat bros demise. After absorbing the real Blake's memory before its mother plant fully consumed the jock, the alien clone of Blake casually drive back to the frat house where the party is already at its full swing. The alien Blake blended in easily with the crowd, passing on smiles and hi-fives to girls and bros alike, practically posing like the real Blake complete with all his mannerism. Yet, his mission remained clear and he's not going to let the mission failed. With several seeds in his pockets, he's determined to move the base of his people to this seemingly highly-populated location rather than deep in the forest away from the human populace. So, he dropped several seeds inside the beer keg and then dropped the rest of it in the lush backyard of the frat house.

Throughout the night, no one noticed anything weird even when the seeds started to grow into sprouts and continued to grow. Among the boys playing beer pong and forced to chug straight from the keg, the lucky few would swallowed the seeds and started their transformation too. Blake found solace from a mission done well and he let his human's personality took rein for the rest of the night as he went on to cheer for his brothers and fucked around with some sorority babes that teased him

The following morning, Blake woke up to two cheerleading babes drooling with their eyes rolled to the back right by his side. Underneath them, right on the pool of their salivas, are several seeds that certainly comes from the two girls as they have turned into seed makers. Not only that, the window has been broken by this growing vegetation bursted from the backyard and an opened pod also stashed right next to the overgrown and verdant plants. When he finally opened his bedroom door, a wide scuplted back became his first sight in the morning. The buck-naked clone then turn himself around to face his older brother that run the mission as he welcomed him

"Good morning, Blake. The others are waiting down below. Thank you for your massive work,"

Blake just looked at his younger siblings with admiration. He might be stiff and still sounded off, but this is definitely a perfect clone of James Honeywell. Blake went on to kiss the clone James and then asked the buck-naked clone on the original's whereabout. Turns out, the original stashed underneath the bed Blake slept on last night, so Blake guided the clone's hands to the remnant of half-consumed James' head and that's when a radiant bluish glow followed suit, seemingly flowing from the original to the clone. The clone's eyes glowed in response to the memory he received and not even a minute later, it's like as if James Honeywell has never been a victim of an alien infiltration and consumption

As they descended through the stairs and headed to the backyard, the evidence of last night party still freshly scattered around the frat house. Red solo cups, clothing articles, spilled alcohol and dust crumbs, everything indicated a very rowdy and loud party that lasted as long as it could. Some of these bodies seemingly looked pure and safe from the invasion as they are not in close proximity to a seed or anything military-related. That will have to change later today for the perfect infiltration, but for now, Blake wanted to check on his other fellow brothers

As Blake and James stepped to the backyard that is now covered in green and giving the pool an ultimate shade from the sun, they smiled widely to welcome their new brothers. The first one to burst out is Aaron, which certainly consumed the seeds last night as the real Aaron now camouflaged to the land as he lost his life upon the plant bursting out from his torso as he turned into the base of a tree. So, unlike his upcoming brothers, instead of tearing down a pod from inside, this one bursted out from a tree.

Like a domino effect, one by one the pods started to crack, revealing the various bodies that has been cloned by the handful of plants.

Ranging from freshmen to senior, the frat bros and the one coming from the other frats, gay or straights or even bi, these bodies emerged out from their cocoon with a look of confusion and shock plastered to their face.

Yet, they quickly warmed up and acclimatized to their surroundings as they can sense that the two human standing in front of their eyes are just like them and more than happy to help them to become the real one through and through

As more and more bodies walking out from the existing pods, they eventually gathered as they embraced each other after their monumontous journey from mere seeds hundreds of lightyears away into the very person they are now. With more than 20 bros already converted, they still have some more works to do with the rest of the frat house members that managed to avoid their fate in the previous night. Clad only in speedos or briefs, the converted bros started to swarm back into the frat house and ready to plant their seeds of death across the various passed out bros that still stuck in the frat house.

#planting the seeds #replica #clone #male clone #alien transformation #identity #identity theft

[stillfoodforguys]

Wayne was a cute, chunky cub who I’d been on several dates with already, but tonight was my first time sleeping over. He had given me plenty of lame excuses in the past, which made me suspicious about the real reason he didn’t want me sharing a bed with him. Regardless, I was glad he finally caved and let me spend the night getting much closer to him than I ever had before.

With my arms stretched wide around Wayne’s round, fat belly, I enjoyed burying my face deep into his pillowy flesh while he caressed the back of my head, running his fingers softly through my hair. The gentle thumping of his heartbeat and motions of his chest as he breathed were enough to lull me to sleep incredibly easily, and I closed my eyes thinking about how lucky I was to be in his embrace.

But some time later, I found myself awakened by a strange squelching in my ears, still in complete darkness even after opening my eyes. This sound was accompanied by a sensation of wetness and squeezing pain that travelled slowly from my head all the way down to my toes. As it did, my body gradually curled up tighter as I seemed to enter a searing hot chamber, the pulsing walls lined with slick, gooey liquid that made it impossible to adjust my position.

It took me a few minutes to realise what had happened to me, after which I started to panic and thrash around to wake Wayne up. He had just swallowed me whole, and from the lack of reaction appeared to have done so in his sleep, showing no signs of waking up to release me despite my best efforts to jolt him awake. I was slowly and agonisingly digested throughout the night, leaving my lover with a bulging belly full of my melted down remains still inside him when the next day arrived.

Wayne looked down at his stomach and gave it a sloshy shake as he stood up from his bed, admiring its size during his morning shower. He was fully aware of what had happened, despite not being in control of his appetite at the time. “Well, there goes another one. I wish I could keep my hunger in check for once, but I guess you were just as unlucky as the rest. At least you’ll make a nice layer of fat for the next guy to play with.”

#gay vore #mm vore #oral vore #digestion

[kadeasi]

"Machiavellian" | a. ancunin

Perhaps she had misread the situation entirely. Perhaps her interpretation of things had turned so sour that now her judgment was clouded and dimmed by tainted glasses of animosity. Either way, she should have taken heed when she was afforded a glimpse into the blackened soul that had spawned from the union of these two beings.

Instead, she allowed her pride and trust in him to blind her vision and to twist her love and affection into something dirty, twisted, and base. It was why she was standing here now, crying and berating herself forgiving him any kind of emotional attachment.

'I thought that when we slayed Cazador that his will was all but dead--that he had only marked you in flesh and any other wounds inflicted would heal with time, so long as we were together.'

His features hardened with displeasure, grip tightening on her face so much that she felt his nails dig into her cheeks. 'Choose your next works very carefully or they may be the last ones I allow you to speak.'

'I should have never let you ascend--you only picked up where he left off in his work. You aren't even a shadow of the man I knew anymore.'

It pained her to say these things to him, and she prayed silently that he could forgive her—that she could take them back, no matter how hollow and empty they seemed without him. It took all her strength to force the words out—to fight the compulsion to keep the venomous thoughts within—but her spirit could not remain tethered to this man forever, despite how much she wished that it could.

Suddenly, it seemed as if all the air immediately left the room. It was a mere blink before Astarion had a hand wrapped around her throat, his eyes burning with murderous intent as she wriggled under his grasp. It only took a couple seconds for him to squeeze her throat so tightly that she began to feel faint. Her breathing was shallow and fast—too fast to be considered human.

A red haze fell over her vision as Astarion's glare burned holes into her body. ‘P-please…I can’t breathe.’

Blood trickled down her throat, dancing down his fingers.

‘Astarion, please!

He stared blankly ahead as he breathed heavily through his nostrils. Finally, after nearly a minute, he released her, allowing her to gasp for breath. Her lungs heaved violently against her rib-cage as she struggled to regain control of her weakened state. The first few steps of her recovery were marred by sharp gasps for air. When she finally found enough of herself to stand on her own, she slowly backed away from him, hands clutched to her throat and lips parted as though she was trying to force the air inside of her back up to her diaphragm.

When her breathing stabilized, her blue-green eyes met his and his anger vanished from them—now replaced by an intense desire to ease the pain. However, when he took a step towards her and Durge took a cautious step back, the same blank expression took hold of his face once more, only this time, something within it seemed to stir, like a calm lake turning tumultuous with the wind picking up—the realization dawning upon him and slowly creeping up on him.

He looked upon her for several moments, feeling lost in the sadness and confusion that flooded her beautiful blue eyes. Astarion realized that she had not backed away from him because she was still being stubborn, no, she had backed away because she feared him. Afraid of what he might do to her. What he might inflict upon her. What she was afraid he would do to her.

Her fear ripped at his already injured soul.

'I wish to see you removed from my sight. Leave me. Now.'

His words were soft, almost unheard.

Astarion watched her as she moved toward the door, and when she reached for the knob, he turned to look back at her. In that moment, she saw the hint of agony on his features—felt the remorse that churned inside of him, threatening to consume his entire being. She remembered all too well the voids and caverns that resided within him—voids that he filled with wine, women and men; holes that were once lined with gold and rainbows but have become buried under the darkness of his past deeds. Yet it was this darkness that kept him warm during the coldest nights and gave him warmth when the sun beat down upon his skin.

And when none of that worked, it was her that had kept him grounded and sane throughout the rest.

Astarion's clenched his fist tightly and with one last look, he turned his back to her, listening as the door closed behind her and the sounds of her foots steps were engulfed in the silence that remained in the room. With his thoughts consumed with pain and suffering, Astarion stood alone and listened to the steady rhythm of his cold, beating heart.

This was not how he pictured their future to be.

Link to full story on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55386466/chapters/140525068

#astarion x durge #astarion x reader #the dark urge #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #ao3 fanfic #angst with a happy ending #series #excerpt #bg3 #bg3 astario #astarion ancunin

[mews-chosen-child]

Finale: Breakdown

Tw for violence under the cut, see tags for more warnings

Saber growled as she morphed fully into her true form. A screech filled the air as she transformed, and Kaito looked back to see her. For the first time, he looked scared of her.

And then Saber attacked.

Launching herself straight out of the sky, a blur of rage and fury as she screeched again and aimed psycic blasts and claw swipes at Kaito. And the final battle began.

As Kaito attacked Saber with psychic energy, his strikes became ineffective, as Saber let them hit her and was still unharmed. She continued to dodge and slash and take the hits like they were nothing.

But there was always a last resort.

Kaito pulled out what looked like some kind of Pokeball and threw it at Saber. She never moved out of the way, which proved to be a mistake. The ball burst open, and a familiar substance covered her body.

Uranium.

Fuck.

Her one weakness.

Saber collapsed suddenly, and she reverted back to her normal human form. Kaito stood over her. "You can't defeat me as long as I have this element. Once I end you, I will come for Hanayo next. And then I will eliminate N, in front of Ghetsis of course. You may be strong.... but you can't fight your true weakness."

Saber growled and tried to stand up. Something blurred beside her, and then Kaito was sent flying backwards. Someone stepped forward and held out their hands threateningly.

"Ah, I see now. The one behind all this is an old coward who can't do anything for himself. I must say, although you are quite an interesting fighter, I find your skills quite.... lacking." Amalia said coolly as she took a calm fighting stance.

Kaito said nothing, simply aiming psychic energy at Amalia. She dodged them quickly, but something about this unsettled Saber. She tried to cry out. But it was too late.

Kaito struck out with full strength, and Amalia was knocked back into the wall. "F- fuck. Y- you can't- mmph.... you still can't win! I won't let you.... I'm still stronger and more powerful. Damn.... no point in retreating now." Amalia gasped out, still attempting to quip despite her injuries.

Kaito struck her again.

Saber watched silently as Amalia hit the ground again. Snarling, she moved to Amalia's side, and....

No.

This was....

Amalia's limbs were twisted at odd angles, and there was so much blood, leaking from everywhere. Even her mouth. Saber froze. Seeing how Amalia couldn't possibly survive these injuries. Weakly Amalia raised her hand to try and fight again, but Kaito pulled her towards him and stood over her. "Too persistent. You're in the way of my ultimate goal." Kaito raised his up Saber's knife to strike the final blow on Amalia.

Things slowed down after that.

Hanayo screamed in pain from somewhere far away.

Mew was knocked to the ground, unable to protect Hanayo.

Hanayo.

Amalia.

Family.

Pure, vengeful instinct overtook Saber then. Pulling herself to her feet and summoning up the one remaining feature from her true form, she launched herself at Kaito.

He tried to bring the weapon down. Saber closed the gap between them. He could barely turn around in time to see what was about to happen before his fear registered in his mind.

Saber used that last feature of her true form.

Bringing her mouth to Kaito's neck.

And sinking her fangs deep inside his throat.

For what seemed like several minutes, Saber bit down hard and didn't let go.

Not until Kaito's eyes rolled back into his head and his pulse stopped.

It was over.

Saber had won.

But....

Maybe not.

#tw blood #tw injury #tw murder #rotomblr #pokemon irl #rotumblr #pkmn irl #pokemon rp #pkmn rp #pokemon #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokeblog irl

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

So you know that Cliché of someone walking in on someone naked In Their room or something?

Could you do Sir pentious, Angel dust, Stolas, Asmodeus, reaction to seeing their, S/O naked, pre relationship.

Walking in on their future S/O naked

Sir Pentious

Pentious, despite his ever present air of confidence and dominance, was rather... clumsy, when it came to sexual encounters.

Now that's not to say he couldn't be a dirty snake~ but really, if you push the right buttons when he wasnt expecting it, he became a blushing doe.

It'd be a few months before you formerly started dating, but even then, you were practically inseparable, the two of you barely spent a moment a part.

Hell, you even lived with him, you were practically a couple.

But you weren't.

So it'd be after Sir Pent finally seized a rivals turf, when he'd burst into the manor the man absolutely brimming with pride.

And so, after pulling out a good bottle of wine, he rushed to your room, fully intending to celebrate with you.

And itd be with bottle in hand a set of glasses in the other, that he rushed up to your room.

Bursting the door open, he was moments from cheering 'Let's Celebrate' when he froze.

Because Stood before him. Was you.

Naked.

Naked as the day you were born.

Pentious. Didnt know what to do.

He wasn't ashamed to admit it, but he stared.

He stared hard.

Every eye on his body bulged as he stared at you. The man's jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Get out!" You snapped, covering yourself up.

That snapped him out of his stunned silence, the man freaking out and literally slithering over himself to get out of your room.

Of course, he'd burst into your room, and being the clutz he was, he took far longer than needed, eyes still on you the entire time as he tried to escape.

He eventually got out, you slamming the door behind him.

Pentious stood there flushed and embarrassed before your door, and as much as he tried to surpress it, he was aroused.

Youd leave your room several minutes later, and while the man tried to apologise, youd shush him, grabbing the wine, opening it before taking several deep chugs.

After that you celebrated his achievement, never bringing up what had just happened, but still having a good time together celebrating regardless.

It wouldn't be till later into your relationship that you'd bring it up, the both of you able to have a good laugh over your little run in.

Though it was clear to both of you that you were destined to end up together. The whole thing remaining a pleasant memory for the both of you.

Angel Dust

It'd be like any other day.

Angel, having finished the "redemption inspirations" Charlie assigned him.

And with Husk too drunk to pour drinks, and the spider hating to drink alone, would seek you out.

He'd reach your room quickly enough, and despite never knocking before in his life, he didn't knock, just walking into your room as he always did.

Walking in, the man casually walked over to your bed, falling back onto it, as he so often did, the spider spending many an hour in your room.

NOT LIKE THAT!

Though it's not like he hadn't asked. And offered. The man offering countless times. Honestly it was slightly annoying, but he didn't mind. You were friendly and for now that'll do.

For now.

But, so far all he'd gotten out of it was a very friendly friendship. The man really enjoying his time with you.

It'd be as he laid there, thinking about his day that he'd finally look around your room.

And that's when he'd fine you... staring at him, stood before your dresser.

Butt. Naked.

He looked over your body for a minute, before looking up, finding you staring right at him.

"Nice legs." He told you, turning onto his side with a smirk.

"Get Out!"

You shouted, covering yourself up.

The spider considered sticking around, but he wasn't that big of a dick, so he got up and left.

Of course, that wouldn't be the end of it, I mean, this is Angel were talking about.

He'd tease, prod, and offer too 'show you his so you'd be even.'

He'd keep it up, playfully teasing you until you finally ended up in bed together, the spider telling you the next morning.

"Now we're even."

Of course, that wasn't the end of it, he'd still bring it up.

The man was a constant tease, but now that you'd actually slept together, he'd do it less, the man having a while new variety of things to tease you with.

Stolas

It'd actually be on a shopping trip with the man when he'd first see your bareness form, devoid of a singular garb.

Now, Stolas always looked good, but after the divorce you felt he needed some new attire.

So, renting out a tailors shop, you'd spend the day getting him a new wardrobe. Trying on a myriad of outfits to find his 'new look'.

It'd be as he did that you'd regularly open the curtains before he was ready, wanting to see his attire.

And it'd be after a particularly silly outfit you insisted he'd wear, you laughing up a storm, that he'd force you to wear an outfit, something you'd agree to, simply our of the spirit of fairness.

So, picking out something he thought was funny, it'd be several moments after you stepped into the changing room, that he'd get an awful idea.

A wonderful, Awful, devious amd sinful idea.

And so, With a wicked grin, the man walked forwards and with a great big grin, he tore the curtain open.

Only, for you to be stood there, completely naked.

Turning to him, you'd simply raise a brow, and with the cock of your hip asked him simply.

"You mind?"

To which, as stolas does when embarrassed.

He freaked.

He sputtered and fumbled, squawking as he tried and failed to close the curtain before he froze up, simply turning around and running.

Youd close the curtain yourself, getting dressed, only to step out to an empty room.

It took a little searching, but you found him behind the large fainting couch, the man completely red faced.

Youd just roll your eyes, before asking him about your outfit. It took Stolas a minute, the Avian still blushing, but despite his blushing self, managed to laugh at the gaudy attire he'd chosen for you.

The rest of the day went well, choosing several outfits for the man, the two of you heading back to his manor.

It'd be after you arrived, dropping him off, the two of you speaking breifly before taking your leave, the two of you saying your goodbyes.

And itd be just as you were stepping into your Iimo that he'd ask if, maybe, you'd like to have dinner some time.

At first you thought he simply meant spending some time together, but you quickly realised what he meant, as he fumbled his words, a blush crossing his face.

Wearing a devious smile, you'd agree, telling him when to pick you up.

Youd of course end up together, after a few dates. And despite him still technically being on the rebound, you'd end up giving it a go, the two of you forming a deeply intimate relationship.

You were sure to bring up the little Incident, your favourite was of course getting naked before he enters a room, always giving him a show, the man steadily getting used to it.

More than a few hot and heavy make-out sessions, and even more royal romps started from those little 'surprises.'

Asmodeus

Well, I mean, how do you think this would go?

You were Asmodeus' assistant.

Well, his newest assistant.

Most don't really think about it, simply thinking it'd be Party time 24/7.

And yeah, it kinda was, but Asmodeus was a very, VERY busy Sin, and as such, required someone to manage his time.

But, as you may imagine, being in such an important and close position, it'd be only natural that you got Intimately familiar with the man. Though you did attempt to stay professional, something Asmodeus commended.

But the first time he saw your birthday suit was rather simple.

Working with Ozzie, you'd find yourself surrounded by deviance pretty much 24/7. And much to your pride, and growing frustration, you held yourself off from such actions.

Ignoring sin in favour of assisting your boss, regardless of the many, Many, MANY, times 'Ozzie' had offered for you to take some time off and have some "Fun".

But you'd resist, dedicating yourself to your work.

Unfortunately for you, that included being around sex, ALLLLL THE TIME!

As such, you'd get covered in fluids... sexual fluids. Often.

Very often.

As such, you found yourself changing out of some less than cleanly clothing multiple times a day.

And it'd be as you changed out of a lube soaked outfit that Ozzie would waltz into the office you used to change often, actually having several changes of clothes hidden in said office.

Youd pause, buck naked after cleaning yourself off, the man simply telling you something about a future meeting he wanted you to know.

The man as casual as ever as you stood there fully naked, the man going on for several minutes, trailing on about something or other, you couldn't really think of anything as you were frozen solid, horrified for being caught, literally, with your pants down.

Or rather off.

Several moments of silence passed before he stopped looking down at you, as someone if his stature tends to.

After a moment, the man seemingly realising you were in fact naked, he perked right up, a wicked grin stretching his odly shaped head.

"Well, well, well~ what do we have here?"

He purred, leaning down, you blushing up a storm, weakly attempting to cover yourself up.

"It ain't nothing I haven't seen before... but if you'd like I could strip down so your not alone~"

He circled you like a bird of Prey, the man ending up behind you, whispering in your ear. "But you've been such a hard-working little demon, I feel a... Reward is earned~"

Now... a lesser person would have done the professional thing and gotten dressed, before returning back to work.

But you... You fucked your boss in that office. Or rather, He fucked you, in that office.

Like a real Assistant would.

That of course would only be the first of many such "meetings" in that office, your FWB relationship with your boss steadily blooming into something more intimate.

Of course, you kept that under wraps, but behind closed doors, you steadily formed a genuine relationship between the two of you.

You of course, kept working hard, but now you indulged. Especially with Asmodeus, you becoming his Right Hand. Indulging in every Sin your employer/Lover indulged in.

Though, the best indugences were behind closed doors. The Sin often texting you to meet him in that office, the one that started it all, the Sin always expecting you to be buck naked, and well, you didnt want to disappoint. That dinky little office becoming your unofficial 'rendezvous' point, the two of you breaking in every position, counter-top, chair and table in that room. The two of you lewd and in love~

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #hazbin hotel #helluva boss x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #stolas #helluva boss stolas x reader #stolas ars goetia #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader #angel dust x reader #angel dust #helluva boss asmodeus #asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious

[little-tyrant-gortash]

The End

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash

Tags: Character Death, Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Blood and Injury, Blood, Injury

Desc.: I still have the Gortash brainrot and I wanted something evil. 👉👈 I know, I know, I know where the door is, I'll see myself out, now. 😂

Word count: 1,146

AO3 here.

You were defeated.

As Enver Gortash towered over you, and you watched how the blood dripped from your mouth and nose on the marble floor, as your vision blurred and darkened - you knew it was over.

You lost.

With whatever defiance you had left after you've witnessed your friends - your companions you loved dearly - die ahead of you... you mustered it. You would be teeth and claw to the end; until the final blow hit you in the face. You would hold onto whatever courage and arrogance you still had left. The last sentence you screamed echoed down the halls and still rang in your ears-

"Astarion! No!"

-before the vampire was caught by an exploding bolt through his heart and turned to ash in a blink. You couldn't process it, not yet. Your lover who deserved to finally be alive and safe, who had his revenge on Cazador, who remained a spawn because you asked, despite the fact how much he wanted to ascend - he was no more because of you.

You knew Gale fell, too, because the shield he'd summoned to protect you vanished, and you heard his broken whisper-

"No, I cannnot die-"

-before he went silent. You knew Karlach was dead - her shouts and grunts went silent a few minutes ago, after a horrifying crack. You didn't dare to check what body part she got shattered. Her chest or her head - both would be equally terrifying.

In the sudden, deafening silence, only your pathetic fight for every breath and the sound of your blood hitting the floor, forming a puddle under you, remained.

You had several broken bones. Ribs, legs, your left arm. You gave the fight your all, as always, and it wasn't enough. You were absolutely unprepared for Bane's Chosen, you realised it too late.

The Tyrant crushed you, as if you were an ant under his boot.

His boot. The red devil on his boot. Your eyes, with a great effort, focused. It was just in front of you, both of them, just a few inches away from the puddle of your blood. He towered over you and probably found immense pleasure in the sight of you as you tried to catch your breath.

You raised your head slowly, in order to meet his eyes. Gortash looked and felt impossibly tall and mighty from your spot on the floor, you had to bend your neck all the way back to make eye contact with him. And while you were drenched in blood, Enver looked impeccable. He smiled at you. For some reason, his smile was unsettling you; sending warnings into your brain to run for your life.

But you couldn't. He took all of your chances to do that. The throbbing, sharp pain in your legs was unbearable. You wanted to pass out, to die, to be free from all the pain he inflicted upon you.

And he still said nothing. Just smiled.

It was even worse than any degrading words he could've conjured. He could've insulted your intelligence for turning against him; your weaknesses he exploited; the fact that you were alone now, because he surely gave the order to his lackeys to attack your camp to take care of the rest of your friends.

He took everything from you.

"What are you waiting for?" You didn't realise tears were rolling down your cheeks until you attempted to speak. You sobbed. And your body hurt even more. What a pathetic show, you briefly wondered why he kept watching. "Kill me."

Gortash tilted his head at your words as he watched you cry. As if he had a different plan in his mind. His mere thoughtful expression made shivers crawl up your spine.

"We could've been allies", he sighed theatrically as he shifted the crossbow to give it to one of his guards who silently took it from him. "Equals. You could've ruled with me. We would've been glorious."

You took a deep breath. Bright spots flashed in your vision, you were close to fainting.

"Shut the fuck up Gortash, and kill me already!"

There was a brief moment when you thought he'd do it. The way his eyes flashed for a split second - you knew this man was dangerous, but he hadn't showed enough of that side of his for you to know how much exactly. And that was your undoing.

"No."

He leaned down to grab your chin in his clawed right hand. His golden nails dug deep into your skin and flesh, and your eyes widened when you realised that you were wrong all along. You still had something to lose. Your choice to die. Your only path to be free from him and his design.

"I wanted to share it with you from the moment I set my eyes on you for the first time through one of my scrying eyes. I've watched you cut through all obstacles on your way here, to me, and I admired your strength and enthusiasm. I'll admit, I thought the Shadow-Cursed lands took you, but I was delighted to find out that you survived. You proved your strength to me a thousand times. And then, and then! You got rid of both of Ketheric and Orin for me. You've done so much more for me than I ever hoped you would. Thank you."

You spat him right in the face. You couldn't believe you just did that.

Your spit was mixed with blood, drawing a glistening crimson line across his face. He snarled at you and his fingers painfully tigthened on your jaw, the tips of his claws almost digging right down to your bone.

"I will not kill you", he growled as he pulled your face closer to his own, his nose almost touching yours. Your muscles strained as he forced you, every inch of your body silently screamed from the agony. "After the final steps of my plan, you will be my loyal little pet." You could feel your heart sink to the level of your stomach at this promise. "You will warm my bed, and you will obey me, no matter what I tell you to do."

"Never!"

You could've sounded much more convincing, but your voice was shaking with fear of your inevitable future he had in store for you. Gortash laughed quietly as he let go of your jaw and rose to his full height.

"I will break you in sooner than you think", his eerie promise made you shiver. He was still looking in your eyes as he gave his orders to his guards. "Heal her and clean her up. Put a spell blocking collar on her; we wouldn't want her to escape, now."

"You're a monster!" You wanted to scream, but all you could do was a pathetic whimper.

"Don't be so harsh, my dear. I will take good care of you."

#little tyrant [enver gortash] #Archduke Enver Gortash #Enver Gortash #Lord Enver Gortash #Tav #Gortash x Tav #Tavtash #bg3 #bg 3 #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic #oneshot

[enhypen-scholarship]

NO CHANCE OF SAYING I LOVE YOU.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

tw: death?? angst!

a/n: holy fuuuckkk i finally decided to post stuff ahahahahahahah after many months!!! raaaaaaa no more kpop era😓😓 also i decided to change the way i write, no more you's and stuff ill be putting i's now because i think ive gotten more used to it :)))

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My body trembled like crazy, the soft yet harsh ragged breath of mine cutting off shortly. I tried to suppress a groan as my injured body shook with each ragged breath I drew.

I was weak and exhausted, and the pain from my wounds made it difficult to think clearly. I managed to meet Choso's eyes and noticed they were filled with worry.

He was trying his best to remain calm as he worked to tend to my injuries. My survival depended on his efforts. Choso's lips curled in an attempt at a reassuring smile. "It'll be all right," he said, voice full of reassurance.

"Get outta here, Chos." I muffled my pained groan. "More cursed spirits are comin' and you can't beat them as you heal me."

Choso flinched at your words, eyes darkening as a look of concern crossed his features. He hated the thought of leaving you behind, but he knew that you were right.

Choso bit his lip, hesitant to leave you. He could sense more of the cursed spirits approaching. "Just hang on a little bit longer," he said, voice full of unease. "A minute will make a huge difference."

I furrow my brows before holding his wrist for further efforts in healing my wound. "Get the hell outta here. I can... I can deal with them while you get your ass out of the danger, yeah?"

Choso's brows furrowed as he felt your grip tighten around his wrist. He understood the reasoning behind your request, but he still hated the thought of abandoning you.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Choso spoke softly. "I have to patch up these wounds first," he said. "Otherwise, I can't buy you enough time."

The sound of approaching cursed spirits began growing closer, and Choso's expression was wrought with anxiety. He couldn't dawdle much longer.

"Choso!" I shouted his name. "There's no point."

Choso's head snapped toward you at the sound of your voice, eyes widening as he seemed to realize the severity of the situation. He wanted to argue, but he knew that it wasn't worth wasting time on fruitless objections.

Choso's eyes were wide with tension and fear. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but the cursed spirits were close now. There was no time.

"Just hold your breath for a moment," Choso said, voice full of urgency. "When you exhale, inhale as deeply as you can."

"Please, just get out of here. C'mon Choso, don't make it more difficult as it is." Cold sweat drips down my forehead, my state obviously not curable anymore.

Choso's jaw clenched tightly, voice shaking with urgency. He knew that he had to leave, but he hated the thought of you facing your fate without him.

Choso's eyebrows furrowed in thought, as if he was searching for any possible way to save you. But he was out of options. As his mind raced, the sound of the approaching cursed spirits began growing louder.

Choso's expression was wracked with emotion and guilt as he prepared to let go. "I'm so, so sorry," he said.

"Mhm.." I hum, standing up with all my might. "I can still buy you some time, you gotta run as fast as you can when I tell you to, yeah?"

Choso nodded frantically, his eyes wide with concern as he saw you attempt to stand up. Even for you, it must have been extremely painful and exhausting, but you were still determined to protect him.

Choso couldn't hide his fear, as waves of guilt washed over him. He wanted to protest, to beg you to let him help, but he knew it was hopeless. As the sound of the cursed spirits drew ever closer, Choso steeled himself and waited for your instruction.

"One.." I softly counted but enough for you to hear. "Two..."

"Three..." I look at the cursed spirit before gently nudging your arm. "Go."

Choso's heart pounded in his chest as you counted down. He nodded frantically, eyes widening as he prepared to run once you nudged him.

You nudged his arm, and his body went into full panic mode. Choso turned and sprinted away as quickly as his legs could carry him. His face was full of guilt and self-doubt as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the danger.

Behind him, you faced the approaching cursed spirits alone, the sound of Choso's footsteps growing distant.

With my leftover energy I gave it my all making sure there were no cursed spirits running after you, relieved over the fact that none did it.

Take care of yourself for me, Chos. I silently pleaded for any gods above to lead him safely before accepting my fate.

Choso continued running as fast as he could, panic in his chest as the sound of your cries slowly faded away.

Then, in a moment of clarity, Choso realized what you had done. Choso slowed to a stop as he caught his breath and turned to look back.

He couldn't see you anymore, but he knew that it was too late. Your words echoed in his mind, a desperate plea to protect you before your final moments.

Tears began to fall down Choso's cheeks, as he remembered how hard you had fought for him.

Was it too selfish for him to ask of you one simple thing? To live?

Was it too selfish for him to think that you'd come back from the dead to comfort him? To comfort your Choso who's weeping, mourning, grieving for your death? For the very person who he only believed in love. The very person who showed him unbelievable things that nobody can.

Was it... was it so much to ask of you, to at least, give one last shot of might to stay alive, for him? For Kamo Choso who only continued to live and breath for you and you only?

There was so much guilt overwhelming him all at once. He failed you. He failed you.

He failed you.

That was all the reason to know that he never, ever. Ever deserves to love someone again.

He's scared. Who is he supposed to hold hands with? Who is he supposed to kiss goodnight?

Or was this just.... a nightmare..?

#choso kamo #choso x reader angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen

[hinadori-chan]

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

thinking of this one in particular with kei is sending me into an early grave, i wanna see what your rendition on it is 💞

Anon you and I are on the same fucking wave-link I SWEAR. This prompt is one of the ones that made me pick this prompt list first, ngl.

Sorry it took a couple of days, I've been busy with work, lol. Hope you like it 💖

pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks)/Reader (gender not specified)

Word count: 2,242

CW: Talks of canon-typical violence and traumatizing events, Take's place post final arc of the manga. If I'm forgetting anything, let me know so I can add it.

(Prompts are still open if anyone's interested.)

“You don't have to keep me company, I’m fine by myself.” Keigo told you as you opened the door to the building's rooftop, knees tucked to his chest, chin resting on his forearms.

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, stepping onto the roof, closing the door gently behind you.

The two of you remained silent as you walked over to him. It was quiet up there, several stories away from the hustle and bustle of the city below. You took a moment to admire the night sky. The low hanging moon hardly brighter than the skyscrapers around it, the few stars shining their way through the city lights and clouds, the stray helicopter or airplane flying by. Sure, it wasn’t as pretty as out in the mountains, but at least the city did its best to make up for its light pollution.

You sat down next to him, taking note of his short sleeved shirt in the harsh winter cold, his skin a bright pink as his body fought tooth and nail to keep warm. He still didn’t look at you, eyes fixed on the people down below. You tucked your knees to your chest, mirroring his body language, and allowed a silence to fill the space between you for a moment.

After a few minutes, Keigo sighed, turning to look at you, resting the side of his head on his arm. You shifted to meet his gaze, his eyes hooded and glazed over. You could already see the toll of his thoughts weighing on his mind. 

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked him.

He paused, thinking about your question, before turning his attention back down to the street below.

“It’s been a year.” He replied.

“Yeah, I guess it has, hasn’t it.” You took a moment to let the notion sink in. It’s been a year. A year since the raid. Seven months since the war ended. Six months since the two of you met. “A lot’s happened since then, huh?” 

Keigo was silent for a moment.

“It was my fault, wasn’t it?” He asked. There it is.

“What was?”

“Everything!” He exclaimed, unfolding from himself. “If I’d been a little faster, thought further ahead then-” He paused, before tucking his knees back to his chest. “Bubaigawara would still be alive. The war wouldn’t’ve happened. No one would’ve gotten hurt. It was my fault.”

You sighed, changing positions to sit cross legged before taking off your coat.

“You know what I think?” You asked rhetorically, placing your coat over his shoulders. “I don’t think it really was your fault. The situation they put you in was an impossible one. There honestly wasn’t a way for anyone in your position to succeed. You were doomed from the start.” You rested your hand on his shoulder, before guiding him to rest his head on your lap. “Even then, you did everything you could. More than most people would’ve done.” You began running your fingers through his hair. “You tried talking with him. When that didn’t work, you tried intimidating him. When that didn’t work, you incapacitated him. The only reason that didn’t work was because Dabi intervened. If you ask me, it’s his fault Twice lost his life that day, not yours. It was a lose-lose situation, there wasn’t really more for you to do.”

“I still failed.” He muttered, clinging to your coat as he pulled it over his shoulder. “Things got way out of hand because of me.”

“I don’t see how? If anything, I think things would’ve been much worse without you. I honestly don’t think they could’ve won if you were down for the count. Things didn’t go the way you wanted. Hell, they didn’t go the way anyone wanted. That’s war for ya’. But I don’t think it’s fair to place all of that on one person. Hero’s are people. People were built to make mistakes, even if over the years they’re given less and less room to do so. It’s okay to mourn those mistakes and learn from them, but this?” You tap on his temple for emphasis. “Making each one more than it needs to be? Letting them all hold you back from growing? That’s not good for you. It’s okay to be ashamed of the past, but it’s also okay to let it go.” You finished, petting his head once more.

Keigo let out a soft, unconvinced hum.

“Look,” You continued, “it’s not something you're gonna be able to internalize right away. For most people, it can take years, and that’s with professional help. It’s gonna take a while to let it sink in, but remember that you’re not doing it by yourself, okay?” You gently caressed the side of his face, brushing his hair back as you did. “I’m gonna be here with you every step of the way. I promise.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, as you began gently tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“Okay.” He responded quietly, almost whispering.

The two of you were silent for a moment, as snow began falling lightly around you.

“Something else is bothering you, isn’t it?” You asked him.

He nodded, slipping his hand back under your coat.

“Been thinkin’ about my parents. Moreso my mom. Don’t like thinkin’ about my father.” He replied, curling up closer to you.

“Yeah? What about ‘em?”

Keigo paused, gathering his thoughts for a moment.

“Neither of them were good parantes, but I think only one of them was a bad person. Looking back, I think mom was in the same position I was. The only real difference was that I was an easier target.” He let out a gentle sigh as you began running your fingers through his hair again. “I’m glad he didn't make it out. I don’t want to see him again. Don’t want mom to see him, either.” He stopped, taking another moment to think. “I don’t forgive him. And, I know I’m supposed to. I know it’s childish of me not to, but I can’t. Not after what he did to us. To others. I just can’t.”

“Honestly? I don’t think you need to. If you ask me, the whole ‘you need to forgive people to heal’ bit is overrated. Not everything really can be forgiven. Sure, if it’s something you're comfortable doing, then by all means go ahead. But if not? Then don’t! You can let go and move on without actually pardoning the people who’ve hurt you. Sometimes it's easier than others, and I think with how long you’ve been holding onto this, it might take a while, but it’s an option. It’s completely fine to just walk away from him, if that’s what you want to do.”

“But, is that really okay? I mean, everyone else-” He stopped himself, before falling silent. 

“Yeah… The influences in your life are… not great. But, they’re the only ones you have. It can be really tempting to emulate them, especially when some of those people share aspects of your past. But, they’re still different people. Their situations were different. Their needs and outcomes were different. You don’t need to follow their footsteps just because you sympathize with them. You’re a different person, with different circumstances, and it’s okay if you handle this differently as a result.”

“Yeah, maybe…”

Another silence falls between you, as you twirled tufts of his hair between your fingertips. Keigo picked at loose ends along the hem of your coat as he mulled your words over in his head. You watched as the snowfall shifted from small crystals to fluffy duck feathers, reflecting the city lights in a way that made the night feel brighter than usual. Part of you wanted to go inside, the biting air freezing you through your long sleeved shirt, the other wanting to stay just like this for a while longer.

“What about your mom?” You asked him. “You said you were thinkin’ about her more, yeah? What’re you thinking about, exactly?”

“I just, I can’t get over how quickly I abandoned her. I didn’t even give it a second thought, ya’ know? Just… took their offer, without even considering her. I know we weren’t on the best terms, but still. What kind of son does that? She needed me, and I just left her.”

“Honestly, I’m not too sure about that. Based on the few times you’ve talked about her, I think your parting ways was mutual. Sure, you decided to go, but she didn’t stop you. Might’ve even thought it would be the better option for you. She probably figured they had the better resources to take care of you, plus you’d get to be something you admired. I wasn’t there, so I can’t say for sure, but she probably just wanted what would make you happiest. As for you, you were like, what, five? Eight? At the time? Of course you’d pick the Special Superhero Course. Any child your age would've done the same, especially if they were in your shoes. I think it’s unfair to beat yourself up for that. Neither of you could’ve known.”

“Still.” Keigo pulled your coat tighter over his shoulder. “I wonder how she is. If she’s okay. Now that the Commission’s gone, she can’t exactly stay at her house anymore. Not that she’d want to after Dabi…” He trailed off, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, before continuing. “I should’ve reached out to her. If I had, then maybe… Maybe she would’ve been okay. I could’ve been there. Protected her, like I was supposed to.”

“Do you still want to?”

He shot up slightly, using his arm for support as he turned to look at you.

“What?”

“Reach out. Do you still want to try and talk to her?

“Well, I…” He contemplated, shifting his gaze down at nothing in particular. “It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily. You said she left you a note, right? After the raid?”

“Yeah, but like, that doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Sure it does.” You placed your hand on the top of his head, and he relaxed back onto your lap.  “She knew you’d try to check up on her, and didn’t want to leave you without an explanation. And, she was right. You did try to see her.”

“That wasn’t out of concern, though. I was more just confirming my own suspicions.”

“I don’t think that’s fully true. You wouldn’t’ve kept the letter if you didn’t care.”

“Yeah, I guess…” He began picking at the frayed ends on your coat once more. “Still, I don’t think she’d want to see me.”

“Nah, based on what you’ve told me, I think she’d be a lot more open to the idea than you realize.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” You draped your arm over his side. “Now that the two of you are in a much better place in your lives, I think it’s the perfect time to try and rebuild a bridge between you. It doesn't have to be a mother-son relationship right away, but you could start being in each other's lives again, if you wanted. Worst case scenario, you two still go separate ways. Only difference is now you’d both know it was the right call.”

“Still, it’s been almost twenty years. I don’t even know what to say to her.”

“Would it help if I was there with you?”

“Is that really okay?” He glanced back up at you. “I mean, I’d really hate to drag you into family drama…”

“Of course, baby. I don’t mind at all, really. If you want to, I’m more than happy to be there for you when you do. It’s no trouble at all.”

“Thank you…” He rested his hand atop of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Of course. Come on, it’s freezing out here. Let’s head inside, yeah? It’s getting late, and I’d bet anything you haven't eaten yet. Let's get some food and get ready for bed, okay?”

“Yeah okay…”

Keigo sat up from your lap, before rising to his feet, and extending his hand towards you. You took it yours, and before you knew it, he had you standing on your feet. Once you stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t deserve you.”

“I wish you’d stop believing that.” You said, returning his embrace. “You deserve to be loved, whether you like it or not. And I’m going to love you, like it or not.” You kissed the side of his head. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He gently pulled away from you, just enough to look you in the eyes. He was so tired, and yet you could see his affection for you in every detail of his face.

“I love you, so, so much.” He said, before kissing you lightly on the lips. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”

You placed your hand on the side of his face, and he instinctively turned towards it.

“I have an Idea.” You smiled. “Now, come on. Let’s get you taken care of, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.”

You took his hand in yours, leading him back inside the warm apartment complex. The two of you leaving nothing behind, but your tracks in the fresh snow.

#keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks x reader #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks #hawks mha #hawks bnha #x reader #bnha spoilers #my writing #sorry if I got anything wrong I'm actually still not caught up on the manga #my brain will only let me read so much of it in a week which sucks #but I also don't see him being in a relationship until post war so I'm kinda stuck lol

[alexagirlie]

Fandom: Dune... duh

Pairing: Paul Atreides/Duncan Idaho

Rating: E sweet sweet E

Summary: Paul and Duncan celebrate after retaking Arrakeen

Written as part of the Dune Fest 2024 hosted over on @dunefandomevents

Warnings: canon divergence. body worship. oral sex. choking. face fucking. anal fingering. marking. come eating. anal sex.

Taglist: @almostg @gatoenlaciudad @softhecreator

Here is the link to the AO3 collection with 8 other amazing works submitted for the event! Dune Fest 2024

The capital city of Arrakeen was crowded with more Freman than had been seen for many generations. The Arrakis natives spilled into the street from every sietch and hidden corner as celebrations took over the city to commemorate the final defeat and exile of their Harkonnen overlords and heralding in their saviour, the prophet Muad'dib and the soon to be selected new rulers of the desert planet.

The Baron Harkonnen was dead, Rabban Harkonnen was dead. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had been spared death only at the mercy of Paul Atreides, who had foreseen a future of truce and peace between their long feuding families. Paul had known his decision to show leniency to the Harkonnen heir was not welcome by all, his mother and Chani most of all, but he had learned to trust his premonitions so the other young man had been shipped off planet. A prisoner but alive.

While the streets were filled with celebration, inside the main keep the leaders of the Freman tribes gathered, along with Paul and what remained of his household. There was a ceremony to be held to announce the new ruler of Arrakis and much planning had to be done to select who that would be and to facilitate the proper transfer of power. 

They met for hours, many names from various tribes and sietches being put forward but no agreement could be made that day so Paul was released from the obligation of his attendance and he slipped away, Duncan an ever present shadow at his side. 

Most assumed the towering warrior stuck to Paul's side as his most loyal bodyguard and protector, and they were mostly right, but that was not all Paul was to the fearsome man. In the aftermath of his father's death and the destruction of his house Paul had turned to the older man for comfort and support. As time passed during their exile amongst the Freman their relationship of comradery and mutual affection transformed into something deeper and one day Paul built up the courage to kiss his most trusted friend. It had felt like destiny fulfilled and Paul hadn't looked back. 

They make their way to Paul's old suite in the palace, he did not feel right taking his parents room and it remained empty and waiting for the new ruler of Arrakis. They take their time undressing each other, carefully unwrapping the thin linen outer layers and unzipping and peeling off their stillsuits.

Even after the 2 years together, 2 years of exploring each other, Duncan's body still took Paul's breath away every chance he had to see it, to touch and taste every inch of muscle and skin. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and caressing the amble curve of Duncan's chest, fingers trailing down and running between the dips and valleys of his stomach. 

Duncan's breath hitched as slim fingers wrapped around his jutting cock, the touch soft and teasing at Paul stroked him from root to tip. His chest rumbled with a growl as Paul leant forward to add his mouth to his explorations and he pressed kisses across his chest and down his stomach. When he had gone down as far as he could from a standing position he licked a hot, wet path up Duncan's abs and sucked a perk brown nipple into his mouth.  The feeling of his teeth biting down on the sensitive nub combined with how his hand continued to move over his leaking cock made Duncan groan. He gripped Paul by the head and held his mouth in place for several long minutes before letting the younger man shift to give the other nipple the same treatment.

Paul rolled the flesh between his teeth before he released the swollen nub and sank gracefully to his knees. He kept his  green eyes locked on Duncan through his lashes as he grinned wickedly up at his lover. His intent was made clear with a flash of pink tongue wetting his lower lip before he opened his mouth around the head of Duncan cock and let it rest on his tongue. He knew how obscene he looked on his knees and how it affected the older man. 

He waited until Duncan groaned again, deep and rumbling in his chest and tugged insistently on his dark curls before he began sucking his huge cock in earnest. He gave the head a brief kitten lick before he wrapped his lips around the bigger man's cock and let it slide across his tongue. He ignored the throbbing of his own hard cock as he lost himself to the heavy feeling of Duncan’s cock sliding across his tongue, the taste of him, salty and bitter in his mouth. Ignored the way his head swam with lack of air as he worked it deeper and deeper into his throat until he choked and gagged with each press and had tears running down his face to match the pearlescent fluid weeping from the tip of his cock and puddling on the stone floor.

When Duncan felt himself on the edge of spilling down Paul's throat he tugged on the coarse, dark hair between his fingers and all but dragged the younger man off his cock. He groaned again as Paul looked up at him with dark, wet eyes and he picked Paul up and tossed him on the bed hard enough to make him bounce, drawing a soft giggle from the younger man's throat. Duncan paused long enough to retrieve a vial of oil out of a pocket before he joined Paul on the bed.

He crawled between Paul's sprawled legs, mouthing up the smooth skin of his inner thigh until he could press a teasing kiss to the head of Paul's leaking cock. He throws Paul’s legs wide around the breadth of his shoulders and nuzzles against the crease of his hip before sitting back on his heels and taking a minute to just staring, taking in the view he loved so much. Paul's cock was hard and leaking, and he squirmed under Duncan's scrutiny, flushed pink down his chest.

Paul arched his back, trying to entice Duncan into action. “Duncan.. please..” he begged, desperate to have his lover inside him.

Duncan met darkened green eyes and grinned, “please what, my boy?” He teased as he pressed a feather light kiss to Paul's inner thigh, “do you want my fingers? My tongue?”

Paul nodded vigorously and whined, “yes yes ye-” Paul's begging cut off on a loud moan as Duncan pressed his legs back towards his chest so he could press his lips to Paul's rim. 

Paul cannot contain the noises which fell from his lips as Duncan worked first his tongue, then his fingers inside of his tight hole. It felt like forever until the bigger man had 4 fingers thrusting inside of him, fucking him, stretching him as Duncan sucked and bit marks into the younger mans thighs. He could feel the oil dripping out of his hole and down the curve of his ass and the room was filled with the squelching sounds as he teetered on the edge of spilling across his own chest.

Duncan changed the angle of the fingers he had fucking inside of Paul and suddenly it was too much and Paul screamed as he came, hot and wet and messy over his chest and stomach. 

Duncan slowed the thrusting of his fingers but didn't stop as he worked Paul through the aftershock of his orgasm until the younger man shuddered and smacked his arm to get him to stop. Duncan chuckled as he pulled his fingers free of the clutch of Paul's ass and waited until Paul caught his breath before he leaned over and licked up a splatter of white from the younger man's chest. Duncan kept eye contact as he cleaned Paul up with long swipes of his tongue until Paul's chest was clean of cum and the younger man was hard again and trembling below him.

Duncan pulled Paul onto his lap and held his waist firmly and guided Paul to sink down onto his cock. Duncan groaned loudly as he was enveloped by Paul's tight warmth and he held on as Paul began to move. Paul never looked so beautiful as when he was seated on Duncan’s cock and was chasing his pleasure, was taking what was his and lost to the feeling of it.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and their gasping, panting, moaning as they both worked vigorously towards release. Duncan thrusting up into Paul as his Duke rolled his hips down, over and over again.

Paul groaned in frustration as he started to quiver and shake, thighs trembling and the motions of his hips began to slow as he began to tire. He whimpered as his muscles began to tire which prompted Duncan to flip them over, and take control. Paul gasped as his legs were tossed over broad, muscled shoulders and Duncan began to fuck him, hard.

Paul threw his head back and screamed as his prostate was pounded on, over and over, each thrust of Duncan cock inside him pushing him higher until finally he came for the second time. He came so hard his vision went white and he could barely feel the ropes after rope of cum drenching his stomach and chest with a fresh load. He barely felt the way Duncan gripped him even harder and bucked and trembled before filling him with his spend.

They laid together, sweaty limbs entwined and Paul thought about the past two years of fighting and all the death they had faced. But they had survived and now Paul was ready to restore Arrakis to its rightful owners and begin a new life with his family.

#dune #dune fest 2024 #dune fanfiction #atreidaho #puncan spice #paul atreides #duncan idaho #paul x duncan #paul/duncan #m/m

[cassynite]

17. Your bed after travelling for the sensory prompts?

Hhhhh thank you for the ask. I'm going to call this scene canon-possible--I'm still not totally sure if this actually happens. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I certainly am pretty proud of it.

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The return was silent, by the end. Though they took the fastest route home, spending an eye-watering amount of gold on teleportating from Nex to Drezen, they'd still had to get to Quantium from the edges of the Mwangi expanse where Bikotsi and the rest of his people had parted from their group and wished them well. It took hours, and left Sparrow exhausted by the time they stepped back onto the familiar grounds of Drezen's citadel.

She and Daeran are the only ones remaining of their party by the time they reach Mendev once more. Seelah peeled off in Nex, saying she had business down south. Sparrow had offered help, but Seelah was apparently meeting other friends--and while she was more than ready to jump into another adventure, she recognized that Sparrow clearly was not. She'd told Sparrow she knew how to reach her if she did need the help, and then urged her to get some rest. It had been a long journey, after all.

Sosiel used the teleporter to return to Andoren, to his family and his husband. He'd hugged Sparrow before they left, offered to have them visit his vineyard to recuperate with friends. Sparrow said no, because she'd known what was really behind the offer. Bad shocks, painful moments, were best handled alone. She appreciated Sosiel's care even if she did not want to endure his hovering.

Woljif had hovered, or tried to, with the benefits of coming to Drezen with the Arendaes. But Daeran knew what she needed and had sent him off to his own estate with a few well-placed words, with the promise they would meet again once everyone had slept off the journey. Woljif had agreed, his tail lashing, and had told Sparrow he'd be up and ready by the next day if she was.

And Nenio, of course, stayed behind in the Mwangi jungles, her work not yet done. The ruins still needed more study, she'd said. And besides, she wished to discuss theory with Isore, whose name she already engraved into her still-nebulous memory.

Isore. Crow. Isore, whose real name Sparrow had not even remembered. Isore, who had scars stark against his skin, who had looked so small compared to Sparrow's memories. Who'd known where she was for years and never tried to find her; who had crushed her against his chest and wept when he did see her again for the first time since she was eleven. Who saved her life and the lives of all of her friends, the life of her husband.

Who, when she'd asked him to come home with her, said no.

Her body is aching by the time she and Daeran finally make it to their rooms, the paperwork and concerns brought to Sparrow's attention non-emergent enough to wait. But, while Daeran strips to his skin as soon as he walks through the door and collapses onto their bed immediately, she sets down their traveling packs and starts pulling out everything inside. Her body itches even through the exhaustion. She wants to put things in their right place, clean up and erase the marks of travel from their room. She takes things out, one by one, and puts everything away in a drawer or a chest or their closet. Her body is distant and automatic in the motions.

It lasts for several minutes until she hears Daeran's voice from the bed next to her. "Dear heart, if you do not come to bed this instant I will tie you to it." The threat is diminished somewhat by being addressed to the pillow Daeran has buried his face in, visible from the corner of Sparrow's eye. "Whatever mess there is can be cleaned tomorrow, after sleep."

Sparrow keeps putting things away. A mud-stained pair of trousers to be washed, the only Greater Restore scroll they hadn't used, a ring of protection Crow had made--she closes the bag, moves on to another pack. "I don't know if I'll have the strength to rise at an appropriate time tomorrow," she says, pulling out Daeran's spare boots. "I'll be just a few minutes."

"You'll be hours." With clear disgruntlement, Daeran raises his head from the pillow. "And since 'appropriate time' for you is before even the sun wishes to grace the land I would go so far as to say that you are entitled to sleep in. We will put everything away tomorrow, I give my word."

"You mean we'll get servants to do it."

"Did I not just say?" Daeran stretches out a single golden-skinned arm from under the covers, beckoning to her. "Come to bed. It's cold without you."

The image is tempting enough to make her pause, but the itching is still there, and she knows it won't go away until everything is in its place and she doesn't have to look at it anymore. "I don't...I need a few more minutes."

Daeran does not lower his head back down like Sparrow hoped. Instead, he raises one golden eyebrow. Sparrow takes out two more things and puts them in drawers before the nagging sense that she's keeping her husband up forces her to say, "Please don't wait for me. I'll blow the lights. You need rest."

"I certainly do, almost half as much as you," Daeran returns. To her horror, he sits up entirely, looking absolutely miserable doing it. "If you insist on finishing tonight, I suppose I shall help."

"No, don't do that. Lie back down. It will just--" She closes her eyes. "All right. Let me put out the light."

Daeran stays upright while Sparrow takes off her stiff traveling clothes and blows out the lamps, until the only remaining light is that which emanates from her husband. But Sparrow still stands on the edge of the bed, keenly aware of the supplies still on the floor.

 Supplies enough for two and no more, still stained from their trek through the Mwangi expanse.

"Why didn't he want to come back?" Her throat is tight; she swallows once, twice. There's a horrible pressure against the sides of her nose that she's pressing back against. She has to keep it together.

After several seconds of black silence, Daeran says, "Please come to bed, Sparrow."

Sparrow's shoulders slump, as if all her strings have cut. She puts one knee on the soft feather mattress, and then feels more than sees Daeran's dim arms reach forward and pull her to his chest in a crushing embrace. She buries her face into his shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline.

"We only just found each other again," she chokes out against his skin. Every moment of their hellish trip splinters inside of her, each culminating to the look on her brother's face when he stepped away from her and said goodbye. When he walked away. "Why didn't he want to be here?" Why didn't he want to be with me? Even in her mind the words are too raw.

"I want to be here," Daeran says, his voice uncommonly fierce. "I want to be here, and if your blasted brother had any sense he would want to be here as well. If his guilt, or his pride, keeps him from you, then that is his burden to bear. It has nothing do with you."

"How could it not? How couldn't it? What is wrong with me?" She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore, there is only the pressure, the breaking of a thousand shards of glass in her throat and her chest, and Daeran's arms around her. The end of a trip where she found her brother and lost him all over again.

"I want to be here," Daeran repeats, voice raspy. Sparrow feels the pressure of a kiss against her head, then her damp cheek. "I will always want to be here. Your brother can stew in his own misery or grow up and love you like he should have. I will be here either way." He lays them down together, still holding Sparrow tight against him, an anchor in the storm. He lets Sparrow fall apart in his arms, and strokes her hair when the relief of exhaustion finally pulls her down into sleep.

When Sparrow wakes up the next day, eyes crusted and bleary, the sun is already shining through the room, and any traces of their travels are gone.

#cassy answers #turbulentpumpkin43 #cassy writes #oc: sparrow #daeran arendae #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pwotr #wotr #gettin better at emotional scenes i think! #pwotr pals

[sonamytrash]

I wrote this a few years ago on my old account. Thought my fellow shippers might enjoy a resurface.

Sonic settled down in his hammock after what could only be described as an eventful and weird day. Mark, his biggest fan had taken him hostage, put him in a body cast, hand fed him pie and then had him reenact fanfiction… he was mentally exhausted to say the least.

On the note of fanfiction, the one he’d picked up written about him and Amy was as he’d described at the time, spicy. He had only glanced over it but some of the wording was rather suggestive. Sonic’s cheeks turned crimson red just thinking about it, thinking about he and Amy… so intimately. “Carresed, moaned, squeaked, begged”

All of the words he had skimmed over were causing some extremely intrusive images; Sonic shook his head in an attempt to regain control over his own thoughts. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about being closer to Amy, even just holding her hand was enough to make him nervous, but he was now struggling to keep his cool at some of these newer images. His feelings for Amy were something he was unlikely to ever advance on, or so he thought.

“Oh Sonic” Amy moaned-

Again, the intrusive thoughts piqued up again, this line had particularly stuck in his head, he wasn’t one to be so distracted by desire, he was always alert and undistracted in the case of any emergencies that would need his attention, so there was no time to sit around fantasizing about his female team mate; with her big jade green eyes, rosy pink fur, petite but athletic frame… his mind again began to trail off, of Amy with messy quills, her wanting gaze staring at him. His heart rate quickend, stomach flipped and his breaths started to become sharp. He shot up to his feet, “I need to get some air and clear my head, i don’t have time for this” he exclaimed as he sprinted out of the door.

The cooler air against his face was a huge relief, he was once again carefree, at one with himself and just going wherever his feet took him, which to his dismay when he came to his senses was none other than Amy’s shack. He froze, meters away from the door.

“What the hell am I doing here!?” He scolded himself, his feet had betrayed him and taken him to the last place he wanted to be, or so he thought. Sonics body worked against him and his desire clouded his mind yet again.

Before he even knew he was moving his hand was outstretched and knocking on her door. Several minutes passed, but he remained still, she could be fast asleep and probobly didn’t even hear the door. But even so he remained patient, for once in his life.

After some minutes, a tired and confised Amy Rose answered the door, “Sonic? What are you doing here? It’s well past midnight”

She questioned the Blue hedgehog as she checked her communicator.

Her quills were scruffy, eyes glazed with a sleepy but oh so adorable shine to them. He couldn’t help but stare at her, she was so beautiful, he just wanted to hold her, to kiss her and show her all of the love that he could, that she deserved after all of these years being so loyal to him. Damn, Mark had subjected him to a lot of things that day but he might actually have to thank the guy, he'd finally seized the day. He was lucky to have her by his side and it was about time he showed her just how special she was.

“SONIC! Are you even listening to m-” Before Amy could continue, she was cut off by Sonic pressing his lips against her own, one of his hands caressed her waist and the other was raised up to hold her cheek. Although suprised, Amy rolled her eyes closed and sunk into the kiss, this intimate moment shared between them was although all of her dreams had come true, was she dreaming? Had she imagined the door knocking? This surely couldn’t be real. She wrapped her arms around Sonics neck as the kiss became deeper. Sonic pulled her closer and savoured the sweet taste of her, before parting from her lips to catch his breath, he stared down into her eyes and caressed her cheek with one of his hands “I’m sorry for waking you Amy, I had to see you, I should have done this a long time ago” he tried to steady his breathing, his cheeks again, turned bright red realisng the reality of what was going on. Amy too, blushed at the scene that had just played out on her door step.

“It’s okay Sonic.. i’m definitely awake now” she said flustered and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. Sonic smirked at her, bringing his muzzle closer to hers again,

“Good, because it’s about to get spicy”

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Spicy Sonamy can be found on Sonic Boom - After Dark 😉😂❤❤

#sonamy #sonic the hedgehog #sonic and amy #amy rose #fanfic #oneshot #feeling spicy #sonic boom

[holly-fixation]

Since the Beginning: Part 2/2

Summary: What if Jenova immediately saw the potential in Sephiroth? What if she managed to communicate with him from the day he was born? What would she do? What would he become?

Inspired by This post by @altocat. 

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The war with Wutai had already begun, Shinra displaying its strength in some far off land for the purpose of building yet another mako reactor. In days, their ultimate trump card would step foot on the foreign soil and decimate their enemies at their command. 

At least that’s what they believed. 

Sephiroth couldn't care less about their goals. He would rather burn them all to the ground for what they did to his mother. He felt how far she was. It took months after their first true introduction to understand that deeper connection, that single thread tugging him in the same direction no matter what. Tugging him towards her. 

The Cetra captured her. Humanity tortured her. Every one of them would die by his hands the moment he saved her. The only problem was they, to an extent, knew that too. 

When he was ten years old, while Hojo and most of the lab techs were distracted by the captured Cetra and half breed daughter, he tried to break free. He killed three guards, freed multiple monsters through the halls, and destroyed dozens of mako tanks, feeling Mother pride and swallowing the compliments to relish once successful. He crawled through vents and tried to avoid anyone he could. But somehow, no matter how far he ran or crawled, he never made it out. The vents circled back to the main examination room. The hallways wove like spiderwebs and always led him to the epicenter of the lab. 

Both he and Mother assumed some sort of lock down procedure blocked all true exits with walls that seemed real. He slashed against all the metal walls for any hint of direction, listening for the differences in the breaking material to find the true exit. But he never did. His sword broke in half and the remaining shard struggled to pierce the material at all. 

He gave his escape everything he had, but he was too young and too weak. They waited him out. The technicians and scientists simply found an internal room he wouldn't bother going into in the first place and watched until the very last drop of his energy fell. Even in the moment he collapsed, he knew he was stronger than this, but without the adrenaline of battle or his own life pushing beyond the breaking point, he couldn't tap into his potential. Not on command. Not yet. 

They punished him severely for his disobedience. He never had a day of rest again. He never had an hour of rest. Thirty minutes of rest. They trapped him in training rooms with every monster or machine they had at their disposal. When they ran low on resources, they locked him in simulations for what felt like days. They ripped every shred of power out of him. They pushed him even farther on days he spoke to Mother. 

He barely had energy to clean himself before passing out on the bed. They trapped him at extremes, throwing everything he had at his enemies to a nearly blank mind from exhaustion. 

This war was his chance to finally abandon Shinra, to ditch this army the moment his feet landed on the soil. Just a few more days. Just a few more days. 

Training today had finally ended and he grasped his few minutes to himself with both hands. Despite his determination, his body leaned against the wall as he panted. His eyes nearly fell closed on their own. His sword dangled by a single thread of his grip. Gods he was tired. If only he could pass out right here… If only he had the strength he needed to save her... Until he heard something. Movement along the walls, quick shuffling around corners and careful steps. 

Soon he saw the sources, the brown haired Cetra mother and daughter, flush against a wall as the mother looked ahead. He never saw them after his escape attempt. They weren't supposed to be here. 

Follow them. 

He and Mother had the same thought at the same time. His curiosity stirred just enough energy back to the surface to stealthily stay behind them and tail their movements. 

They found a door that absolutely did not exist when he tried to escape on his own. The techs really did initiate a lockdown he’d never seen before that day so many years ago. They slipped through it silently, the daughter never leaving the mother's side. 

Go. 

He followed quietly through the floor, careful not to make a sound. He may be a master of stealth by now, but his constant exhaustion made him sloppy, unreliable. The Cetra heard him before they even left the lab. 

But they were terrified, and the mother stood between the silver haired teen and her young daughter. 

“Are you trying to escape…?” He tried to question with power in his voice, but his ever present exhaustion claimed it. 

They nodded slowly, finding no need to lie with being caught in the act, yet the mother tightened her stance. 

He felt what he should say next, another gift given by his own mother. “Please… take me with you…”

That statement confused them both.

“I…” He panted, bleeding their sympathy to his advantage, knowing that despite their own knowledge they couldn't help but see him as a tortured child. “I can't do this anymore… I can get us out of here if I just get my stamina back…”

Ifalna looked him over for a second before questioning, “How do we know you won't attack us instead?”

You don't. 

“You have my word… You can take my sword if it helps… We go our separate ways the moment Shinra's off our tails…”

Aerith’s head tilted a bit but Ifalna understood completely. It was a risk, a large risk to give the calamity's son any strength. But if he just wanted to escape, then that's what they would do. “Then follow behind. But I'm not replenishing your energy.”

A small look of confusion appeared on his face before he swallowed it down harshly. “Very well…” A stealth mission behind two Cetra would take far more time than a simple massacre, but he had no other option. 

Their little group weaved down the corridors and levels until they finally booked it through the only exit of the lab. 

Sephiroth winced the moment they passed through the door. “They know we left… We need to get out now…”

“What? How-?”

“High frequency alarms coming from all of us…”

Ifalna's eyes widened. Tracking chips. She should've known through all the surgeries they survived one of them would be so they could never escape. 

“We have thirty seconds before this floor is swarmed…” He explained one of the lessons he learned through countless years of training. He tried to move ahead, simply putting one foot in front of the other a mindful and taxing task. He didn't know how much longer he could push through. “The elevators are probably shut down for 'maintenance' already... We need to take the stairs…”

Ifalna nodded and lifted her child into her arms. She then took the chance, restoring pieces of Sephiroth's energy with her magic. The rest of their escape was a blur of healing magic and never ending sprints. Even with their spells, Shinra drained Sephiroth's energy with wave after wave of security. Their first moment of reprieve was long after they snuck onto one of the trains to the underplates.

* * * 

Mother hated them. The moment the woman and girl entered the lab, she told him exactly what their kind did to her. That they trapped her. That they were the reason she couldn't be at his side.

“Be civil, boy. I don’t need any more of your attitude. That’s an order.” Hojo, still not knowing the full extent of the boy's communication, did not care about his opinion on the Cetra. The doctor absolutely knew nothing of every detail burning through his mind. 

“What can possibly be so good about them?” Sephiroth immediately snapped, ignoring the professor's demand. “Name one thing and I'll stop.”

“Insolent boy-!”

Without them, you would not exist. We would not have this cherished connection. Take solace in that simple truth. 

The entirety of Hojo's rant drowned in the mighty sea of Mother's voice. 

Simple truth? At what cost?

Sephiroth exhaled, his eyes downward and his head slightly bowed. “I apologize. I'll keep it in mind.” Double answers. Double questions. A trick he learned to communicate with mother without notice.

“You better. Another tantrum and there will be hell to pay.”

He only ran to his cell and barricaded the door with his bed frame. And the second time he didn't even do anything, just glared at the little girl and cracked his neck. It wasn't too ridiculous, but he swallowed his instinctual retort. “Yes, sir.”

The scientist opened the door to the chamber, Sephiroth walking through with slightly less reluctance. 

At the opposite wall stood Aerith and Ifalna, the daughter and mother, the last of the bloodline that maliciously tortured and weakened Mother until mobility, magic, and speech were ripped from Her very being. 

And here he was expected to 'play nice' with them. 

He clenched his jaw before forcing himself to soften. “I apologize for scaring you.” He spoke specifically to the little girl, but the Cetra mother still glared at him. 

Aerith shook her head and tried to hide behind the woman's red dress. 

“It was… unfair of me to act so hostile when you have done nothing wrong.” Lies. All lies leaving his lips. But if this was to work, their 'companionship', then he needed to seem sympathetic. To seem like he learned his lesson. 

The mother kept the same planet green glare. 

He held a hand to his heart and watched her, trying to understand her intentions. “Will you forgive me?”

She knows.

How could the planet possibly know what was going through his head? Through Mother's? Who else could tell her?

Not all. She knows enough. Focus on the child to weaken her. They can be of use if they believe you are alone.

* * * 

Thus, they trusted him enough. Enough to escape the lab and Shinra's grasp. Enough to tear out and destroy their tracking chips without killing them. Enough to sit with them now in cloaks stolen from street vendors to conceal their way to Sector Five. 

The train rattled against the tracks as it traveled from the prison of the upper plates to the chance of making it out of Midgar alive below. 

Aerith sat nuzzled and hiding in her mother's lap, tugging down her yellow cloak as much as she could. Ifalna wrapped an arm around her protectively as she scanned the windows for potential troops. 

Sephiroth should have followed her example, but his eyes remained on them no matter what he did. Even his exhaustion paled in the face of this mother and daughter together, an ache in his heart forcing him to function. 

Soon. 

Very soon. 

He knew even thinking of a response was dangerous, so he pulled his gaze to the floor. 

“Sephiroth,” Ifalna whispered, her voice barely heard under the chatter of other passengers. “What's your plan? Do you have a place to go?”

His gaze hardened. “...You don't either.”

“We can find one together.” A suggestion. A request. Not a demand or an order. “We don't have to go our separate ways.”

Now he could not bear to look at her. “It's far more dangerous to stick together. And I'm recognizable. I'm a danger if I remain near you.”

“We're in danger with or without you,” She spoke softly, kindly, despite her constant watchful eyes. “An extra plate will be much easier to find than an extra home.”

“...I can't stay in Midgar, and you can't travel with Aerith. I have an idea of where I can go, but I'm still working on a plan.” He suddenly felt a hand on his arm. Pleading. Asking. 

Ifalna took a shaky breath, hesitation staining her words. “...It’s lying to you.”

Now his inhuman eyes met her planet green ones. 

“It's a good liar. It knows the promises it needs to make. Listen closely. Really listen, beyond the words themselves. The feeling behind them. The truth.”

But he knew the truth. He knew the feelings well. She guided him wholly. No lies. No farces. Only Her. There was no manipulating his way out of Ifalna's knowledge, so he spoke a half truth, "I will." I am. 

She caught it. He knew she did by the small cringe of her eye. But this mother did not call him out directly. “I don't know what It promised you… but is there anything I can do to replace it? To replicate it?”

A true mother's love is unconditional. 

“...No.”

She pet her daughter's head and went silent.

He could kill them. Right now. It would be so easy. So simple. Especially because they knew the truth. But bringing any more unwanted attention may very well land him back in the lab, perhaps never leaving again as punishment. 

All he needed to do was find mother. He knew Her direction. He knew she was far, but he would find his way no matter what. After parting from the filthy Cetras, he began his ultimate quest.

* * * 

Shinra truly hid Her as far as possible, didn’t they? It took him several days to realize she was not on the same continent as Midgar, that She was far west across the sea. He made whatever gil he could selling monster remains before finally having enough to pay off one of Shinra’s lowly cadets, earning himself a stow away seat on a large container ship. 

Trapped on the ocean for twenty four hours, he could only pray no one would recognize him from under his dark, hooded cloak. He kept his head down and never looked anyone in the eye. He debated cutting his hair before walking aboard but it was far too late now. 

You’re doing so well.

Her words of encouragement warmed his heart. He was so tired of this company. So tired of their annoyances and defenses. So tired of the constant threat of capture. He just wanted Her.

They will never contain us again.

He sighed softly, believing Her as he always had. She was always right. Always.

These people would soon suffer for the pain and despair they both endured for so long. 

Once at the shores of Costa del Sol, nothing stood in his way. After all the years of grueling training and isolation, lessened only by Mother’s heavenly presence in both his mind and his dreams, neither the coal filled mountains, the empty desert canyon, or the wide rushing river halted his advance.

He finally made it. After a full month on the run, he walked through the gates of Nibelheim. 

You’re so close. I can feel it. 

Sephiroth could too, the feeling in his chest not any stronger or weaker, only on the verge of satisfaction. Of revelation. 

Of reunion between Mother and Son that never existed in the same room for a moment of their lives. 

The sinister peaks of mount Nibel barely drew his attention. So much joy grew in his heart as he took steps closer and closer to Her. The comfort overwhelming, the need for more undying.

The simple townsfolk running the mako reactor never stood a chance against a blade like his. He was completely blinded by finally seeing her name that he never acknowledged the incubation pods around him. The only thing that mattered was the room marked with the name She gave him all those years ago. 

J-E-N-O-V-A

He heated his blade with fire magic until the metal glowed orange and jammed it through the door. Of course the weakened metal buckled against the fortified entrance, but it managed to make the crevasse he needed. 

He spent so long playing with fire, planning their revenge on this Planet and its people. 

His true fire spell fractured the door with a loud boom, the failed vault collapsing into three asymmetrical pieces in a cloud of smoke and dust. He walked through it, not bothering to wait for the sediment to settle. His inhuman eyes met a metal, almost female statue with wings of wires.

It wasn’t what he saw in his dreams.

Destroy it. 

Without thinking, he grabbed and attempted to lift the fake by its torso, but the wires and base prevented any progress. He attacked them first, kicking and clawing through live wires and its pristine exoskeleton until it finally detached and fell to the mako below. 

Finally the hazard lights activated and the entire room brightened until every little detail was visible. But his mako-blue eyes remained at the center. 

She looked exactly like She did in her projections of his dreams, yet at the same time she was so different from what he pictured. He approached the glass as he scanned every shred of her body. 

Finally. Finally.

She was beautiful to him. More beautiful than anything he had ever seen.

I am so proud, my son.

Her weakened state trapped her true voice in her useless body, but he was always grateful to hear her at all. His heart swelled with unending bliss. 

“What can I do?”

She was in so much pain for so long. And after all this time, he could finally help instead of sulking through the impression of her suffering. 

Free me.

He curled his gloved fists and shattered the container, slightly cyan liquid gushing as a waterfall to the abyss below. Shards pierced through the leather, drawing blood, but he did not flinch. He held Her body lovingly as he released Her from Her prison of so many years, holding his forehead to the cold plate above Hers.

“...I can’t heal you…” He choked. He believed almost every word She gave him, but he denied this fact with everything he had. “What can I do…?”

Join me.

He would follow her to another planet if that’s what it took. “Where?”

Below. Into the Lifestream. It is the only way to regain my strength and unlock your potential. 

Sephiroth closed his inhuman eyes in resolve.

You will become godlike. And I will remain at your side forever.

Forever. Forever to exist in her warm embrace. 

Why would he ever say no? 

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Part 1 Transition (Part 1.5)

Author's note: I really struggled with this one. I liked the concept of Sephiroth seeing true motherhood through interactions of Aerith and Ifalna, but I didn't have a good way to justify why two Cetra would be willing to work with The Son of The Calamity from the Sky. That and writing from the villain's perspective is always difficult for me (well, without becoming a massive jerk in real life as a result). Though I usually pride myself on keeping “characters in character”, this was the best I could do. I apologize for the wait. Thank you for reading.

#ffvii #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #jenova #ifalna #hojo ff7 #aerith gainsborough

[janetbrown711]

The Monsters Gone, He's on the Run

MK and Mei go to school and it goes the opposite of well

Tw for bullying, ableism, and (past) child abuse

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Work Text:

Pigsy and MK dug through every remaining box in the entire apartment until they found his uniform in three separate boxes: cookware, towels and books.

Look, the chef never once claimed he was good at organization. In fact, it was stated several times in the previous chapter, so… yeah.

The whole ordeal took roughly an hour, so after they all had a quick meal, Tang had to go back to his place and he parted from the trio.

“Mr. Piggy, can we watch a movie?” MK asked just as Pigsy was going to make them go to bed.

“Kid, it’ll be super late by the time it’d end and you two got school tomorrow,” Pigsy pointed at the both of them.

“Awwwww, not even a widdle iddy biddy kids movie?” Mei gave her puppy dog eyes and Pigsy forced himself to look away.

“I–” Pigsy sighed. “Fine– a short one though– and after it’s over, it’s straight to bed,” Pigsy crossed his arms and the kids saluted him.

“Yessir, Mr. Piggy Boss,” MK grinned, making the chef roll his eyes and suppress a chuckle. The kids quickly ransacked the pile of DVDs Pigsy had recently purchased, before putting on some animated Disney movie about a blue alien and a girl or something in Hawai’i. Pigsy was wiped out from all of the day’s emotions, and so set an alarm for an hour so he could wake everyone up and make them go to bed before resting his eyes on the new, incredibly comfortable couch.

.o0o.

Pigsy wanted to murder the man who made his alarm tone with his bare hands. It seemed he was always sleeping in utter peace until the alarm went off and suddenly every muscle in his body– especially his neck and back– hurt. With a grunt, the Pig demon reached into his– wait a minute–

Pigsy forced his eyes open, startled to find he was still on the couch with bright morning light glaring down, and MK curled up against him and Mei curled up against MK.

Shit shit shit shit shit—

Pigsy immediately shot up, easily waking MK before he had to shake Mei’s shoulder.

“Mmm? Wuzzup?” Mei rubbed her eyes.

“We got a half hour before we need to leave– I need to find the address again– and you two need to eat– just– yeah– go get ready,” Pigsy rubbed his face while MK and Mei got up and left for their rooms. Glad they were listening, he turned off his alarm, and the TV (God the electric bill was gonna be sky high) before he started making them toast.

Once that got started Pigsy checked his phone to see what had gone wrong when he realized he had set the alarm for AM, not PM.

Well that’s just fun.

With a sigh, the pig turned off the alarm and changed out of yesterday's chef's shirt into a fresh one and splashed water on his face before he heard the toaster ding and buttered those for MK and Mei when they finally entered the kitchen.

“Ooo, toast,” MK pulled out a bar stool from under the kitchen island to sit and eat.

Mei eyed the bread up while pulling on her long black hair curiously.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no rice porridge or dim sum but we’re on a time crunch– and it’s just warmed bread– so– please just eat it,” Pigsy pleaded with the girl, who shrugged and ate. With a nod, Pigsy went over to his laptop and pulled up all the information on the school he had saved– most importantly the address.

Pigsy had been wise in choosing this apartment complex, as it was only three blocks away from the academy– but they still had to get an elevator in time and– ugh

Pigsy had to meet with the principal.

Great.

Perfect, even.

“You two ready yet?” Pigsy asked, still looking out at some of the paperwork.

“This bread is really good,” Mei grinned at the chef with a mouthful of toast, which Pigsy decided not to comment on.

“Alright– well hurry up– we’re gonna have to get going soon,” Pigsy said, glancing at the clock yet again.

“Mr. Piggy? Why do we have to go to school,” MK asked, taking another bite of the toast.

“Because it’s Mei’s parent’s wishes, and I’ll be damned before I get on the bad side of a heavenly monarchy,” Pigsy snorted.

“But my Mama and Baba are– gone,” Mei tilted her head.

Pigsy bit his cheek.

“Look– your parents have a lot of hopes and dreams for you kid– a whole plan and stuff that I have to try to make sense of and keep in order and stuff,” He looked at Mei. “And besides, whether or not they specifically mentioned and paid for this school, you two still legally gotta go– so there’s no escaping this for you either, MK,” Pigsy scratched the back of his neck. MK sighed dramatically.

“Okayyyyyyyy,” He accepted his fate and ate a final bite of toast.

“Alright, get your bags– they should still have everything–” Pigsy looked at the papers again, but couldn’t really read because of how frantic he was. With a sigh, he shoved all of the papers into a bag of his own before meeting the kids at the door.

“You two ready?” He asked.

“Yessir, Mr. Piggy,” MK grinned, which Mei copied.

“Alright, let’s do this then.”

.o0o.

Everyone and their mother was staring at Pigsy, MK and Mei.

The moment they stepped onto the school’s block, it was like every parent or maid or worker or whatever within a 20 foot radius immediately whipped their heads in their direction, and then turned to each other to pretend like they weren’t absolutely gossipping about them.

When he set foot beyond the gate, the stares got worse, as school children were much worse at filtering and hiding their gawking.

At least Mei was kind of having a good time, waving at friends she hadn’t seen in awhile. She was certainly doing better than MK, who grabbed Pigsy’s hand and hid behind him– which caught him off guard, but the kid clearly needed it, so he gave his hand a squeeze.

“So… uh… I guess kids ‘round these parts don’t see demons often, do they Mei?” Pigsy forced a smile on his face in a pathetic attempt to not look intimidating.

“Nope! Though I did know one boy who had a demon maid, but that was rare and she apparently didn’t last long,” Mei shrugged.

“Fun,” Pigsy sighed as they finally made it to the front door.

MK squeezed Pigsy’s hand, which made him laugh a little and squeeze right back.

Once in the building, the trio made a beeline to the front desk, and after some more gawking, they were let in and waited only a short time before they were guided to Headmaster Jiangxi.

“Ah, Mr. Zhu, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the headmaster said, offering his hand, which Pigsy shook before they all had a seat.

“Miss Long, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” Mr. Jiangxi nodded at her, “And you must be Mister Qi.”

“I-i prefer MK,” he said, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his blazer.

“Ah, here at Megapolis City Academy, we like to make sure all of our students are treated with respect and as adults,” The principal informed, which Pigsy wasn’t sure he liked or not.

“Right– well, uhm– you got their schedule?” Pigsy decided to change the subject.

“Yes, yes, Miss Long and Mister Qi are in the same class, as per your request,” he pulled out a sheet of paper from a manilla folder and handed it to MK.

“I also have resources for tutoring services for Xiaotian, as this school is very advanced and we only want the best for our students,” He said, handing Pigsy a paper, which he took with a huff.

“How do you know he’ll struggle? MK’s a smart kid,” Pigsy gave him a look.

“Mr. Zhu, I’m sure you’re aware it’s best to be prepared for any and all future circumstances,” The headmaster gave him a look right back.

Great job, Pigsy. Way to impress.

“Anyways, in normal circumstances, I would provide a full briefing to you, Mister Qi, about all the classes you will be taking and where to find them, but I trust that Miss Long here will do a fine job of that on her own,” he nodded at the girl, who smiled.

“Yes sir, Headmaster Jiangxi!”

The principal nodded in approval. “Well then, you two are dismissed so I can talk to your… guardian alone.”

Pigsy didn’t know why he hesitated to say guardian– it was the right word. After all, it was painfully obvious he wasn’t their dad or anything– even just thinking about them or anyone else calling Pigsy ‘dad’ just felt wrong.

“O-oh– um– okay,” MK got up from his chair.

“Wait– one more thing, Mister Qi,” The principal suddenly stopped the boy.

“H-huh? What?” MK blinked.

“That bandana– that’s not part of our school uniform.”

“O-o-oh…” MK tensed, glancing at Pigsy.

“Is it really hurting anyone?” Pigsy looked at the principal.

Headmaster Jiangxi looked MK up and down a couple of times before sighing. “Perhaps for this first day or so an exception can be made– until he can get a proper haircut, that is.” Again, he gave Pigsy a look.

“T-thanks Headmaster Jiangxi,” MK bowed before smiling a little at Pigsy.

“C’mon MK– class is gonna start soon,” Mei grabbed his hand, before remembering to bow to the headmaster too and heading out of the office.

And now he was alone.

“So… Mr. Zhu… I’m sure you’re well aware that your situation is a highly unusual one here at the academy,” He said, typing something on his computer.

“Yeah, I think all of the stares and gawking made that clear,” Pigsy snorted.

“Yes, well one certainly can’t blame them– you are rather unhuman,” He said matter-of-factly.

Pigsy’s eye twitched and he dug his nails into his arm so he didn’t say something stupid.

“For safety precautions we do background checks on any and all adults that enroll children in the academy, and I must ask– how is it that Mr. and Mrs. Long knew you?” The principal lowered his reading glasses.

Oh fuck– how was he supposed to explain this–

“L-look– I– um– if you talk to their lawyer, Miss Gatita, I’m sure she can put it better than I can,” Pigsy nervously laughed.

Headmaster Jiangxi eyed him. “I supposed it would take a lawyer to explain why a pig demon with a past of misdemeanors, veteran status, and now chef would know members of the dragon clan.”

“Haha, yeah.” Pigsy knew this situation was strange, but every time someone put it into words, he was reminded of how insane it was all over again.

“And it is out of respect we allowed Xiaotian and Mei to be enrolled, but it’s important to know we have a zero tolerance policy for bullying or fighting or roughhousing or any other types of disorderly behavior– that includes bandanas,” He informed coldly.

“MK and Mei couldn’t hurt a fly even if they wanted to,” Pigsy waved off his worry. “And ‘sides– is the bandana really hurting anyone? It might be the last thing he owns from his folks.”

The principal sat and pondered that for a moment. “He still needs a proper haircut– and Miss Long should have her hair tied into either pigtails or ponytails or at the very least with a ribbon.”

“I– yeah, I’ve been meaning to get around to that… hard running a business and adopting two kids and then moving and all,” Pigsy admitted.

“Yes, yes, and we do understand that, it’s just that rules will have to be rules, and if their future with us is to be long, then both the children and you must come to understand them completely.”

“I understand rules, I just– I don’t know– is it really hurting?” The chef asked hesitantly.

The headmaster sighed. “Order and structure are the foundations of this academy, and if the boy cannot bear to part with it, then perhaps he is not a proper fit for this school.”

Pigsy hated that tone.

“Alright, alright, I get it– no headband,” He sighed in defeat while the headmaster nodded, satisfied.

“Good, we have just one more matter to be addressed and that’s our emergency contact list,” He said, opening a filing cabinet digging for the proper paper and clipboard before handing it to Pigsy. “You need to have three total backup contacts to reach in case of an emergency. Yours is already on file, of course, but three others are required.”

“Ah– um– okay,” Pigsy looked down at it, feeling deeply uncomfortable at the realization that he didn’t know if he knew three other people.

The headmaster cleared his throat, getting the chef’s attention when he realized he was handing him a pen.

So he had to do this now.

Great.

Pigsy took it with a forced smile and dug out his phone to look through his contacts.

He had a grand total of seven– Tang, Gatita, his now ex-landlord, his repair guy, his father, his mother, and Sandy.

Yeah there was no fucking way Sandy was going to be put on this list– or his parents, for that matter.

Oh god– he hadn’t even told them… had he?

Bah, they didn’t need to know– not now, anyways. In fact, a part of him hoped he’d never have to tell them– but if he knew his family, it was only a matter of time.

As Pigsy looked over the phone numbers the more he was forced to confront that in an emergency basically none of them should be contacted– except for maybe Gatita but even then what could a family lawyer do? And it wasn’t like she said anywhere in the paperwork to put her down as an emergency contact– maybe she’d be good as the 2nd backup. Like– it’s a real emergency at that point– that made sense.

His first thought for the first spot was Tang– but he hadn’t asked him about that stuff yet– and it seemed like a huge leap in their relationship to put him down– but he did say he wanted to help however he could, so…

Pigsy forced himself to write Tang’s information at the top.

And then there was the bottom spot.

Pigsy looked at the ceiling and said a quick prayer to the stars in heaven that there would never, ever be any circumstances in which the school would have to call this last number: his mother.

Pigsy loved his M’ma and all– but he was not ready to explain this to him at all– Maybe even ever.

He handed the paper and clipboard back to the principal, who looked over it with a slight frown– or maybe that’s just his neutral expression, Pigsy didn’t know.

“Family friend, lawyer, and then grandparents?” He looked at the chef.

“Well– they aren’t blood related to ‘em– plus I’m just a guardian so it’s more like grand-guardians– plus they live in a different city– and the kids know Tang, and Gatita is again the lawyer they vaguely know and– it’s what I have, alright?” Pigsy crossed his arms.

“Very well then,” He sighed, filing away the document. “Do you have any more questions for us?”

Only a billion.

“No.”

“Good,” Headmaster Jiangxi nodded, typed a few more things, then stood to shake the demon’s hand again.

Pigsy shook it.

“Much luck to you, Mr. Zhu; it’s been a pleasure,” The headmaster smiled.

“Right. Thanks,” Pigsy nodded before heading out of the office, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

Alone again.

Wow, that was a strange feeling. Pigsy hadn’t been alone in a week at least– well this was certainly strange. He would’ve dwelled more but he had a restaurant to open, and so headed out, hoping the kids would be okay.

.o0o.

MK received strange looks the moment he and Mei set foot into the classroom, and suddenly he wished he had the monkey king’s power to turn into a bird and fly far, far away from here– or at least to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“Ah, Miss Long, it’s a pleasure to have you back,” The teacher nodded at Mei, “And you must be Qi Xiaotian.”

“J-just MK’s okay,” he said, scrunching his toes in his shoes.

“No, no, we don’t use nicknames in classrooms,” She shook her head and wrote something down. “You’ll be seated next to Mei, Xiaotian. Please take a seat.”

MK frowned, but Mei took his hand and guided him to his seat, which was just about elbow-to-elbow with another taller and bigger student who looked at him and huffed.

“Ah– sorry,” MK apologized, though he couldn’t say what for.

“Oh don’t mind Qiang, MK– he’s kind of a jerkwad,” Mei whispered, to which MK nodded.

“Just my luck,” MK whisper-laughed.

After that lovely set of interactions, the math lesson began, instantly informing the poor boy that he was already way over his head and levels behind everyone else– what even was multiplication?

Mei was doing fine though– she filled out her worksheets perfectly in less than five minutes before she slid the paper towards MK and he started copying her and her answers because of how lost he was.

After a minute of this, Mei swiped the paper a bit to get MK’s attention.

“What?” He whispered.

“Change some of your answers– I don’t wanna get caught.”.

“No whispering, Miss Long,” The teacher shot her a look from her desk.

“Sorry Mrs. Yang!” Mei loudly replied and the teacher just shook her head and sighed.

MK got the message though, and so scribbled out a few of his answers to be replaced with numbers that he figured were close enough before they were taken away and given to the teacher.

After those were collected, she wrote more equations on the blackboard and selected volunteers– but when those ran out, she selected people–

And amongst those lucky few was MK.

This was it. He was going to die today. He and Mei and Mr. Piggy tried their best, but he was toast.

“W-wait-! Can I go up instead?” Mei immediately shot up and volunteered.

“Miss Long, you know the rules of this classroom– sit down,” Again the teacher glared and Mei sighed and sat back down.

“Sorry, I tried,” His best friend gave him a look of pity which MK appreciated.

MK sucked in a breath and joined his fellow classmates at the blackboard before picking up a piece of chalk and selecting a problem to solve.

6 x 3.

What the heck did the ‘x’ even mean? Why are letters in math? Multiplication was a lot different than addition, so he knew the answer couldn’t be nine. The seven-year-old tried glancing around at other kid’s answers, startled to realize more than half had already gone back to their seats.

No biggie, MK, you just gotta figure it out– plus, it’s not like getting it wrong is the end of the world, right?

He looked around and saw a similar problem– 6 x 5, which they said was 30. That didn’t make even the slightest bit of sense to MK, but he was running out of time. With some thinking, he wrote 23, and went to sit– though froze when he heard laughter.

“Settle, class,” The teacher glared (must be her favorite expression) and the class silenced, though Qiang and a couple other boys still had mean grins on their faces, making MK really, really wish he had the Monkey King’s powers as he continued going to sit again.

“Wait, Xiaotian,” Mrs. Yang ordered, and MK was pretty sure he wanted to die now, thank you.

“Can someone explain to Xiaotian what it is he got wrong?” She said, selecting stupid Qiang as her volunteer.

“Six times three is eighteen, not twenty three– How’d you even get that number?” He crossed his arms.

“W-well, I– uh–” MK tapped his fingers against his thumb anxiously, looking back at the board.

“Mrs. Yang, he doesn’t even know,” Qiang said before MK could attempt to explain himself. “Should he even be here?”

Mei shot daggers at Qiang whereas the teacher sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“Qiang, everybody has a right to be in this classroom, even if they’re behind like Xiaotian here.”

Was that supposed to be helpful..?

“Take a seat Xiaotian,” Mrs. Yang instructed, and normally MK would’ve loved that, but now he much preferred the idea of running into the hall, down the stairs, past the office, and out of this school forever. He may not have been math smart, but he was least smart enough to know that wasn’t an option, and so walked back to his desk, his heart pounding in his ears.

“Nice going haircut,” Qiang snickered as he took his seat.

“You wanna go, Qiang?” Mei threatened as MK clasped his head between his hands.

“Like I’m scared of a girl,” Qiang rolled his eyes.

“Miss Long, do I need to make a call to the office again?” Mrs. Yang raised her voice, and Mei shriveled.

“N-no, Mrs. Yang, I-i can be quiet, I promise,” She lowered her head and folded her hands on her desk. MK glanced at Mei and the teacher as she got back to work.

“Why’s she mad at you?” he mouthed.

Mei sighed. “Loud.”

It was true, Mei was loud and chatty and most times unaware of it, but that never bothered MK. He liked hearing her chat about her family or her latest interest– it was refreshing when he was burnt out by his parents or from talking about the Monkey King or school. He didn’t see why it mattered so much– or why she had to threaten her to the office– it wasn’t like she was– well okay, she might’ve started a fight– but Qiang started it! Ugh, school was the worst.

The other subjects passed in a washed out blur, as MK found it much more interesting to examine the classroom decor or look out the window at the bustling city surrounding them than pay any bit of attention. After a couple of hours, everyone got up and headed to the locker rooms to change for gym class.

Which also meant MK and Mei were split up.

Greaaaaaaaaaaaat…

MK looked around the locker room nervously before selecting one in a secluded corner, which quickly proved itself to be a mistake, as he was quickly surrounded by Qiang and his goons.

“You’re like– really stupid, aren’t you Xiaotian?” Qiang crossed his arms.

“I– guess so?” MK shrugged, which made the others laugh.

“What’s that bandana for? It makes you look as stupid as your face,” He tried to grab it but MK stepped back.

“I-i just wear it cuz it’s cool,” he lied.

“Ooo, Xiao-naodai has secrets,” Qiang laughed.

MK suddenly missed being Xiaotian.

“He probably uses it to hide how dirty he is,” One of his friends chimed in.

“Dirty-?” MK looked at him, confused.

“Yeah, he even smells dirty– especially his hair, I mean seriously– how poor are you?” Qiang smirked.

“N-not at all! I live in a pent-apartment-house– whatever it’s called– three blocks away-! I-i go here a-and wear your fancy clothes-!” MK said, suddenly aware he was fully surrounded.

His classmates laughed at him.

“Right,” Qiang smirked. “You can wear our clothes, come to our school, but you’re nothing but a demon spawn, Xiao-naodai.”

Wait, what?

“D-do you think Mr. Piggy is my– dad?” MK scratched his head. The bullies took a step back and looked at each other.

“Doesn’t matter. Raised by a pig, smell like a pig, get treated like a pig– and pigs belong in pens,” Qiang shoved MK back into the lockers, locks hitting his shoulder blades.

“H-hey–!” MK tried to defend himself, when two of the bigger members of the group grabbed his arms, despite MK’s desperate squirms.

“Keep squealing, little piggy, nobody’ll hear,” Qiang laughed, ripping the bandana off of MK’s head.

“N-no! Give it back-!” MK screamed, kicking the bullies legs with a sudden burst of energy that caused them to fall. MK immediately booked it to Qiang to try and snatch it, but alas, he was taller and just held it above his head.

“Woah– Look at him Qiang– he’s got a scar-!” One of the boys pointed out. MK stepped back with dread and quickly ratted his fingers through his hair to try and cover it.

“No way! How’d you get that?”

“Did you crack your head open?”

“It looks so cool-!”

Voices were now swarming MK and he wanted nothing more than to pull his ears off and go back to Pigsy’s Noodles, where everything was calm and safe and he could breathe and Mr. Piggy could compliment his drawing and give him nice food and Mr. Tang could come by and tell him stories and just–

If there was one rule MK’s parents made him follow above their fifty others, it was that he wasn’t supposed to ever, ever let anyone see his scar.

“You’ll ruin us, kid. Is that what you want? You want Mama and Baba in prison?”

“Listen to your Baba, kid. You don’t want to go to that shithole– nobody would want to adopt a punk like you anyways.”

“B-but you–”

“HA-! We thought you’d actually be useful, but now we know you’re just a cryin’ and whinin’ little shithead– so keep your mouth shut, got it kid?”

“‘Sides, your own folks clearly didn’t want ya– leaving you naked and muddy on the street– you should be grateful we took you in– and you owe us, big time.”

“O-okay–”

A slap.

“It’s ‘Yes Mama.’”

“Y-yes Mama…”

“Very good, Xiaotian. Looks like you have some brain in there after all.”

MK tried to run, but the previous bullies had recovered and grabbed him again, shoving him in a locker and clicking it shut.

“You’ll get this back when you finally get some smarts,” Qiang waved his red bandana in front of the ventilation slits.

“L-let me go-! I-i didn’t do anything-!” MK pleaded, pushing against the door, but the boys just laughed and laughed and laughed so MK just covered his ears and rocked as best he could in such a tight space until they all left and the lights went out.

O-okay MK– not something you aren’t used to– j-just gotta wade it out.

MK shook his head. He wasn’t with his parents anymore– he was with Mr. Piggy, and Mr. Piggy wouldn’t want him like this.

MK took a breath before he started throwing himself against the locker, severely bruising his arm and sides, but after twenty or so tries, the door popped right–

Off.

MK somehow managed to break the locker door so now it was only attached to the rest of the unit by the very lock that had sealed his prison.

Huh. Weird.

Once free, the motion sensor lights turned right back on, making MK almost hiss in annoyance. He shook his head, changing back into his regular uniform and going–

Where on earth could he go? He couldn’t go to class, that was certain– but he couldn’t stay here– they’d see he escaped.

MK’s breathing was becoming very troubled, and he tried shaking his hands to rid himself of the panicked feelings. He didn’t do that for long though– as the door swung open and MK immediately leapt behind a row of lockers and shoved a hand over his mouth.

“MK-? Are you in here? I’m not allowed to look so you better answer me.”

Oh thank the great sage–

“Mei!” MK ran towards his friend, pulling her into the locker room and giving her a tight hug.

“There you are– why aren’t you dressed for gym? Where were you? Qiang said something about ditching and demons which I knew was really stupid so I got permission to look for you– where’s your bandana?!” Mei gasped.

“I-i-i–” MK sniffled. “I-i need a haircut.”

Mei blinked. “Weird, but–”

“Right now.”

“...Like– now, now?”

MK nodded.

“Okay– lemme just– Oh-! I should have some scissors in my bag,” Mei snapped and grabbed MK’s hand, leading him out of the locker room and up the stairs back to their classroom– which was empty and unlocked somehow– and grabbed a bright green pair of scissors.

“C’mon– let’s go to the bathroom– they can’t find us there,” Mei grinned, taking his hand again and leading him down the winding hall to the girls bathroom, where they plopped onto the floor of the wheelchair stall.

“So– uh– you want it short, or..?” Mei asked, examining his mop of chestnut hair.

MK shrugged, and so Mei just got to cutting it as best she could with safety scissors. He could tell it wasn’t easy with how many times she snipped the same spot and growled in frustration, but she seemed to be managing, and MK was fine with that.

“You know...You never told me you had a scar,” Mei brought up the obvious after a while of silence.

“Y-yeah, I– um– I fell on some glass once,” MK half lied.

“When?” Mei furrowed her brow and snipped some more.

“I-i dunno– a while ago,” MK shrugged.

Mei hummed a little, but didn’t say much other than that so MK just listened to the soothing sounds of the scissors sliding open and closed when his stomach rumbled.

He really, really wanted to go back to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“Lunch is soon– after you cut my hair we can eat,” Mei said, moving over to cut the right side of his hair.

“O-okay,” MK agreed, nervously tracing and retracing the brim of his blazer button with his thumb, before pausing. “Wait– why am I gonna cut your hair?”

Mei shrugged, snipping a chunk out. “I don’t want it long. I want it short, like when we met.”

“Oh, okay,” MK smiled a little, glad he wouldn’t be alone in this haircut journey.

“So why were you still in the locker room and not in your gym clothes?” Mei asked yet another question.

“O-oh– well, I– um–” MK now gripped the button tight. “I– I didn’t wanna go, so I hid in a locker.”

Mei frowned, “And you didn’t wanna tell me? Your bestest friend in the whole wide world?”

“N-no, I totally did-! I just– I can’t just go into the girls locker room,”He made up an excuse.

.

“Ohhh– yeah that makes sense,” Mei snipped another chunk. “Do you still want me to keep that floppy front piece?”

MK nodded.

“Cool cool,” She said, going to the left side to trim up there. “So… what happened to your bandana?”

MK tensed. “I– um– well, it’s against the school uniform and stuff so I figured I should just… get used to it.”

“But Headmaster Jiangxi said you could,” Mei frowned.

“Y-yeah, but Qiang and the other guys convinced me to take it off.”

Mei paused a bit, before shaking her head. “I don’t like those boys. You should put it back on.”

“I– uh– left it in the changing room.”

Mei started cutting his hair again. “That sucks. Guess we’ll get it tomorrow though.”

“Y-yeah…”

Tomorrow.

Great Sage on Flower Fruit Mountain above– how on earth was he going to survive tomorrow– or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after–

“Aaaaaaaaand I think we’re done here!” Mei grinned, admiring her work.

“Wow– my head feels a lot lighter already, thanks Mei,” MK smiled back.

“My turn!” Mei handed MK the scissors and clapped, sitting down and MK took them hesitantly.

“How short do you want it?” MK asked, examining her long raven hair that had been her parent’s pride.

Mei snorted. “You remember how short it was when we met– do it like that.”

MK laughed. “Okie-dokie.”

He quickly raised the scissors to roughly her neck level and began chopping.

“Oh-! And also give me cool layers! I saw layers in a magazine– they look so cool,” Mei added and MK laughed and nodded, having fun watching chunks and layers of dark hair fall to the bathroom ground. As per her request, he also trimmed up her bangs a little bit– though even he noticed it was a little sloppy.

Still, by the end, they scooped up all of the hair and put in the super convenient trash cans that were in girls restrooms for some reason, and examined their new haircuts in the mirror.

“Woah! I look so cool!” Mei said, excitedly swishing her short hair around.

“What can I say? I’m an artiste,” MK said with a stupid french accent that made the best friends both erupt into laughter.

“You ready for lunch?” Mei said, holding her sides and wiping a tear.

“Yeah, let’s go,” MK grinned.

.o0o.

“I’m telling you Tang, it was like an interrogation in there– he kept askin’ me about my background and people I know and offerin’ me resources for MK’s education to help him ‘catch up’-- it was nuts,” Pigsy ranted to his favorite customer.

“That sounds almost like a lawsuit,” Tang sympathized.

“Like that’s gonna happen,” Pigsy huffed, pouring the broth into Tang’s bowl of noodles and adding the thyme as a garnish.

“Gotta stay optimistic– plus, you’ve got money and a lawyer now.”

“Gatita doesn’t specialize in discrimination– she’s just a family and financial only,” Pigsy interrupted, bringing the bowl to him.

“Bah, I’m sure she knows something about that stuff– that feels like basic law school education,” Tang said as Pigsy handed him a spoon too.

Pigsy shrugged. “She’s never mentioned it this far. ‘Sides, I don’t think ‘backhanded language’ counts for a lawsuit anyhow– and he… did make some points– I don’t know– I’m not a reliable source of info,” Pigsy shook his head and continued making a different order before his phone started ringing.

“Who’s calling?” Tang asked, mouth full of noodles.

Pigsy dug his phone from his pocket, and saw it wasn’t one of his seven contacts which–

Fuck.

“It’s gotta be the school,” Pigsy sighed, setting the stove to a simmer.

“Already?” Tang looked at the clock.

Pigsy sighed, answering with a “This is Pigsy.”

“Mr. Zhu, this is Megapolis City Academy here– Mei and Xiaotian, your– uh– ‘wards-?’ are here in the office awaiting disciplinary action.”

“Disciplinary action? On the first day? What could they’ve done?” Pigsy frowned, sharing a look with Tang.

“Ah, well– I think it’s best that you come in and see for yourself. How soon can you get here?”

Pigsy sighed. “Give me forty minutes.”

“Understood. Have a good day Mr. Zhu.”

“Yeah, you too. Bye,” Pigsy sighed and hung up.

“What’d they do?” Tang asked.

“Apparently I have to ‘be there to see it’,” Pigsy massaged his forehead.

“Oh no– are they hurt?” Tang gasped, and Pigsy was immediately regretful that he didn’t ask the same thing.

“Dunno. Just said I have to see it,” He said, looking around the kitchen and the orders that still needed to be made.

It was gonna be the lunch rush in an hour, and he was going to miss it completely.

“Sorry folks– the restaurant's closing. You can either come back after I reopen, or get your refunds now,” Pigsy announced to the handful of customers, who all looked at each other with confusion.

With a lot of grumbles and gripes some left, whereas others got their refunds and Pigsy saw them all out– except for Tang, who said he’d watch the place.

“And that should be all of ‘em,” Pigsy sighed, tossing the orders that got refunds into his waste bin. “Guess I gotta get going then.”

Tang grabbed his arm before he left though. “Don’t stress yourself too hard, alright? I’m sure whatever they did can’t be all that bad, right?”

“Right– right, you’re probably right,” Pigsy chuckled and headed out.

.o0o.

Tang was not right.

Pigsy didn’t know what he expected when he re-entered the headmaster’s office for the second time that day, but it certainly wasn’t this.

MK and Mei’s hair both looked like it was cut by a blind monkey– especially Mei, who had so many uneven layers Pigsy had to wonder how on earth such a thing could even happen.

But then he noticed Mei had a black eye and bruised fists, and that MK couldn’t lift his eyes from the floor, and was missing his bandana.

Now this was serious.

“Xiaotian? Mei? Would either of you like to explain to your guardian what happened in the cafeteria today?” Headmaster Jiangxi looked disapprovingly upon the kids, which made his blood boil as he took his seat in the middle chair.

“Wouldn’t’ve started if Qiang didn’t take MK’s bandana,” Mei crossed her arms.

“Young lady, that is not appropriate behavior,” The principal scolded.

“Hey– don’t antagonize ‘em– just tell me what happened– what happened with MK’s bandana?” Pigsy stood up for Mei.

Headmaster Jiangxi sighed. “Your wards here started a fist fight in the cafeteria over another student taking Xiaotian’s bandana in the locker room during gym– and also cut their hair in the school bathroom when they were also supposed to be in gym.”

“Yeah, I can see that they cut their hair– but why did this happen? And where’s this Qiang kid– is he gettin’ punished?” Pigsy huffed and looked around.

“Mr. Zhu, this is a serious offense of school policy,” the headmaster raised his voice.

“And stealing isn’t?” Pigsy crossed his arms.

“Well– yes, but we have a zero tolerance policy for bullying, Mr. Zhu.”

“But they were bullying MK-! He was so scared he kept lying to me– me, his bestest friend-! It was only when Qiang started waving his bandana around at the cafeteria and started teasing him from away that I knew what happened! I bet that’s why MK missed gym too! I bet they shoved him in a locker– oooooh those boys–” Mei’s eyes were flickering to emerald green and Pigsy quickly placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her before giving the principal a look.

“Miss Long, we know this, but this is also not your first instance of threatening to hurt these boys,” He warned.

Mei slumped in her chair and crossed her arms. “It’s what they deserve, the jerks,” she mumbled.

“Mei– maybe now’s not the best time for that kind of talk,” Pigsy warned and Mei sighed more, but thankfully kept quiet.

The principal huffed. “Xiaotian? Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

MK didn’t look up, didn’t talk, didn’t move– hell, it didn’t look like he was breathing.

“Well then, if you two would like to step out, I need to talk to your guardian alone,” He looked coldly at Pigsy.

Yay, more of that.

Mei left so huffy Pigsy could practically see the smoke coming out of her nose, whereas MK moved like a hybrid zombie and fawn– terrified but exhausted.

“You know, there was a phrase you used this very morning– ah– yes, ‘they couldn’t hurt a fly even if they wanted to’ – well now, isn't this something then, Mr. Zhu,” The headmaster gave Pigsy a look.

“Oh please– defending yourself and your friends from punk bullies is different than hurting flies,” Pigsy glared at the principal.

“I never said it wasn’t, Mr. Zhu, I’m just saying that you were wrong about your wards and they must face disciplinary action,” He sighed and pulled out green forms.

“So kids can’t stand up for themselves or their friends? What kind of school are you runnin’ here?” Pigsy bit.

“The best in all of Megapolis, Mr. Zhu– and the academy that I’m well aware was Mr. and Mrs. Long’s final wishes for their daughter– and Xiaotian– to attend,” He folded his hands on his desk.

Pigsy hated that the man had a point.

“Look, out of respect for Mr. and Mrs. Long and their family legacy, we won’t expel Mei. However, there must be heavy disciplinary action at home, and she will be given correctional homework on top of her regular schoolwork to ensure her mindset changes so we don’t have another repeat of this– as well as a one-day suspension,” He showed Pigsy the papers, but the demon shook his head.

“A suspension? The kids just lost their parents– surely you can get that emotions are a little on the fritz right now– I’m sure I can just talk to her and that’ll reason her enough– ‘sides MK’s never been here, he needs her,” Pigsy reasoned.

The principal took a deep breath. “Mr. Zhu, forgive me, but since you’re… new to all of this, and your background into account, we need to be certain that the children will be disciplined… properly.”

Pigsy’s hands clenched into fists but the demon bit his tongue.

“Xiaotian will face no consequences, as he had very little to do with the fight, and would be given our standard guide for his classes– though do know we will be charging you for expenses brought to the locker and lunch tables– and it’s also entirely possible Qiang’s parents will choose to press charges for the assault. Also the children’s hair will need to be fixed to apply to the school’s dress code,” He said matter-of-factly.

Pigsy ran a hand across his bald head before slowly nodding with a sigh. “Yeah, that makes enough sense– but how’s that Qiang kid gettin’ punished?” Pigsy asked.

“Similarly, including suspension– which is taking into account his broken nose.”

“Broken nose, eh?” Pigsy hid a smirk of pride.

“Yes. Say what you will, but that girl can pack quite the punch.”

“I don’t doubt it– dragon genes, and all,” Pigsy shrugged to himself.

“Yes… that, among other things,” Headmaster Jiangxi typed something into his computer.

Pigsy frowned. “I’ve had them for less than a week– and you said it wasn’t her first time yourself.”

“Yes, yes, I’m aware,” The principal eyed him. “I didn’t mention you, did I?”

Pigsy just scoffed.

“Look, Mr. Zhu, I’m going to be honest, really honest with you, if I may,” He tilted his computer away to let the demon know he was serious. Pigsy braced himself and nodded.

“You may think your situation is stable– that it was on the very will of Mr. and Mrs. Long– which of course is true. However, I guarantee you, the moment you or the children step just a bit too far past the line, this whole plan will fall apart. There’d be an investigation in which your past and present would be scrutinized to oblivion and you’dbe found an improper guardian figure. With your guardianship evaporated, Mei would then be placed with the rest of her family in the east sea, and Xiaotian into the regular foster system. Is that something that sounds like you or the children want to happen?”

Pigsy tensed.

“You’re a smart demon, Mr. Zhu, I can see that. What’s important is that you use your smarts over your heart. This society is not built for your kind, and you will have to prove yourself at every single turn, so can I trust you to take this matter and discipline seriously?” the headmaster raised an eyebrow.

“Can I trust you to judge these situations fairly?” Pigsy copied the gesture.

“I can only do so much, Mr. Zhu, but I will try my best– they do seem to be rather fond of you and all, and a child should only go through so much loss,” he sighed.

Pigsy blinked, not expecting to hear that.

“Can the kid have his bandana back?” Pigsy shifted subjects.

The headmaster slowly nodded, reaching in a drawer and pulling out the familiar red cloth. “In normal circumstances, this would simply be confiscated and not allowed on grounds for good, but seeing as the boy has a scar, we’ll allow an exception to the rules this once.”

A scar?

“Well that good, I guess…” Pigsy took the bandana and stroked it with his thumb.

“So Mr. Zhu, are we in agreement here?” The principal brought him back on track.

“Right– yeah, you have my word– I’ll talk to the kid– just– give them some time. They’re grievin’ still,” Pigsy proposed.

“I’ll do what I can, Mr. Zhu, so long as you do the same,” Headmaster Jiangxi stood.

“Yeah… makes enough sense,” Pigsy stood as well.

The men shook on the agreement, and Pigsy was free to head back to the restaurant.

Pigsy stepped out of the office, taking a good look at MK and Mei, both slumped over in the chairs and silent as ghosts.

Man, he did not like this– it was eerie, almost. They oughtta be laughing or goofing or getting into fun trouble– not fights or ‘disciplinary action’ or whatever.

They couldn’t end up like him. They deserved so much better.

“C’mon kiddos– let’s get going,” Pigsy sighed, getting MK and Mei’s attention and the trio headed out.

They made their entire way out the building, down the subway, off the subway, up the stairs, and back to the restaurant without so much as a word until Pigsy unlocked the security shield and let them in and Tang broke their silence.

“Oh my stars– what happened? Are you two alright?” The scholar gasped at the sight of them.

“Some stupid jerk faces stole MK’s bandana so I beat ‘em up,” Mei said flatly as she sat on the stool next to him at the bar.

“Did they cut your hair too?!” Tang looked at her fresh “layered bob”.

“Nope, MK said he wanted a haircut so I cut his hair then he cut mine in the girls bathroom,” Mei rested her elbows on the bar.

“You’re… quite the hairstylist, MK,” Tang smiled at the boy but his eyes were still glued to the ground.

Tang and Pigsy shared a glance.

“Hey MK– I need help with somethin’ in the back, wanna help?” Pigsy asked, and the boy hesitated, but nodded.

Again Tang and Pigsy shared a look.

“Alright– you stay there Mei– get some work done,” Pigsy instructed, and with an eye roll she got out her work.

“I’ll make sure she gets it done,” Tang mouthed and Pigsy silently thanked him before guiding MK to the back.

“W-what do you need?” MK asked once Pigsy turned on the light. Pigsy took his hand and guided him to the folding table and chairs, and gestured for him to sit, which again MK hesitated to do but obeyed.

“Are you feeling okay? Today sounded like a lot,” Pigsy said, leaning forward in his chair.

“I-i’m okay, Mr. Pigsy,” MK did that nervous laugh thing he did when he lied. Plus he actually called him Pigsy, which was a huge red flag.

“Kid, it’s okay to be scared of that kind of sh– stuff– kids can be real jerks and you can tell me all about it, it’s fine by me,” Pigsy assured him.

“I-i-i dunno,” MK looked down at the ground, his fingers running through his much shorter hair- revealing a– the scar, and wowza it looked really bad– when– how–

One thing at a time Pigsy.

“What’d they do to you? I wanna know so I can make sure we keep track of this punk if he ever tries to start anythin’ again,” Pigsy explained.

“W-well, it was in the locker room, so the only time Mei wasn’t with me, a-and him and his friends surrounded me, started calling be stupid and Xiao-naodai instead of Xiaotian– a-and they started calling me a– a pig too,” MK glanced nervously at his guardian.

Pigsy took a breath.

He knew this would happen– that the kids would learn how the world thought about him and his kind. He just hoped that maybe it wouldn’t happen for a year or two.

“I’m sorry kid,” Pigsy placed a hand on his shoulder.

“A-after I said you aren’t my dad–”

MK said that with no ill intent, of course– especially because it was fact, but Pigsy couldn’t help but feel strange when he said that out loud–

“ –’nd they said that I-I’m being raised by one so I should be treated like one a-and they threw me in a locker a-and took my bandana u-u-until I got some smarts,” MK was starting to tear up, so Pigsy handed him a tissue and allowed MK to cry a bit.

Pigsy waited until MK seemed to be calming before asking what happened after that.

“W-well Mei helped and cut my hair s-since it was bothering me– cuz he called me ‘haircut’ a-and it made me look ‘poor’ or whatever– but at lunch– he was waving my bandana around w-with pride and talkin’ about how i-it was his and then started sayin’ things about– well– y-you, which made me mad a-and made me cry, and that got Mei really mad– and they started shouting, a-and then he said somethin’ like ‘That half-wit demon pig spawn’ which was when Mei threw the first punch a-and it just got crazy from there,” MK sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Pigsy sat back a second to take that all in.

They basically got into that fight because of him.

…He really was gonna have to come up with a good talk for them, wasn’t he?

“I’m so sorry that happened, kiddo,” Pigsy placed a hand on his shoulder, which MK winced at.

“Ah– sorry– that hurt?” Pigsy quickly asked. MK nodded. “Did they hurt you?”

“O-oh– um– well, it was mostly me since I had to bust open the locker and stuff,” MK shrugged like it was weird but no biggie, whereas Pigsy wondered how the fuck a kid that small and scrawny was able to bust open a locker.

“I see,” The chef didn’t acknowledge that. “We can get some ice for it, if you want.”

“N-no, I’m okay– the school nurse helped me– she was really nice,” MK sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“Alright,” Pigsy nodded once before looking back at his hair and that scar.

Maybe it was too far– maybe it was nothing at all, but Pigsy hadn’t seen it before and had to ask.

“So– I hope this isn’t too personal or somethin– but do you want to tell me where you got that big old scar on your forehead?” Pigsy asked as gently as he could, but it still made panic enter MK’s eyes.

“I-i fell on glass like– over a year ago– i-it cut deep, but my parents took me to the ER right away because that’s what they’re supposed to– i-it’s nothing really– nothing at all,” MK forced a weak smile, but tears started flowing fast again.

“Kid, you don’t have to lie to me. I won’t get mad, and I won’t tell anyone, okay?” Pigsy touched his hand and stroked it with his thumb.

“W-well, i-i-it’s nothing, so it’s fine– everything’s fine– they’re dead and gone anyways s-so– you know– can’t go to prison and take me away if you’re dead, haha,” MK joked.

“Are you talking about your parents? Did they do that to you?” Pigsy tried to mask his anger for the sake of MK, but he knew he was doing a shit job.

“I-i– yes-? I-i mean, it’s my fault– I should’ve– I knew the rules, a-and I just– th-they said I can’t ever tell anyone– ever o-or else–”

“Or else what, MK?” Pigsy’s heart was sinking.

“Th-they told m-me I’d get taken– th-that they’d go to prison s-so I couldn’t– b-but they’re dead n-now– no harm, right?” MK laughed a little, two tears streaming quickly down his face, which he wiped with his sleeve.

“Yeah, they’re dead, so you can tell me anythin’ about them that you want to,” Pigsy assured, his voice soft and low. MK nodded, glancing at the tissues so Pigsy handed him the box.

“Well one night h-they were arguing in the living room like they did a lot, a-and it was really late, b-but I hadn’t had dinner, so I– you know– I wanted food, b-but it was against the rules– ‘no downstairs after five’, b-but I really was hungry– a-and I had a system– Crawl on hands and knees past their bedroom, put most body weight on hand rail and avoid the last step– that last step– I was supposed to pay attention to that last step– I always knew– I-i-i–” MK buried his head in hands, so Pigsy picked him up and held him in his lap.

“M-m-mama was d-d-drinkin’-- she drank a lot, y’know?– a-a-nd sh-she saw me a-and just started yellin’ – I-i went to go b-back to my room upstairs, b-but she threw the bottle a-at me a-and– a-and it hit m-me a-and the shards too– a-and I just bled a-and bled– a-and it hurt, Mr. Piggy, it hurt so much,” MK shook his head furiously, crumpling his tissue and burying his head into Pigsy’s chest.

PIgsy held MK as tight as he could, sorrow and indignation filling his heart.

Burning in an apartment fire wasn’t enough punishment for those monsters. They deserved to have their heads bashed in– get crushed by a mountain– be decapitated– have dogs from hell rise and eat their flesh– anything that would make them feel a fraction of the pain they had clearly caused MK.

“I’m so sorry kiddo,” Pigsy rocked ever so slightly, wishing it were possible to take away all of his pain and sorrow and make MK as happy as he so often pretended to be.

“Th-th-they s-sa-id that I-i should be grateful, Mr. Piggy– t-that even my folks d-d-didn’t want m-me– that th-they found me on the st–street, a-and that nobody’d want me– a-and I believed ‘em– i did, I did– I was so grateful, Mr. Piggy,” MK confessed more, which confused the demon.

“Wait– were your folks… not your folks?” Pigsy asked, not breaking the embrace.

MK shook his head. “Th-they found me on the street– n-not too far from here actually, accordin’ to ‘em, ha,” MK looked up at Pigsy and laughed a little pathetically, but Pigsy couldn’t hide his horror.

“How… how old were you?” The chef asked.

MK shrugged. “T-they assumed a year. Said I didn’t talk much, but that helped ‘em with their plans more.”

Jesus fucking christ…

“Oh MK, I’m so, so, so so sorry,” Pigsy wiped a tear from the boy’s cheek, despite the fact a few were rolling down his own now.

“S’okay– th-they’re gone now like you said– right?” MK smiled weakly.

“Yeah kid, they’re gone,” Pigsy smiled a little too and MK hugged him tightly.

Pigsy embraced the boy just as tight– deeply angered by just how skin and bone he was. If his “parents” weren’t already burning in hell, Pigsy would’ve called Sandy up and they would’ve destroyed them together to make sure MK never, ever had to suffer or think of them again.

If anything– Pigsy wished most of all that he could go back in time and find the kid long before those two assholes ever did– then it would’ve been him and MK and his noodles– maybe even his grandmother too. Just them together in noodle bliss.

After a long time of hugging and MK crying, he croaked out a soft, “i-is Mei in trouble?”

Pigsy slowly nodded, “Yeah– but just a one day suspension to ‘clear her head’ or whatever that packet said.”

“O-oh, okay– what about me?” MK then asked.

“You’re alright, kiddo– though you’re still gonna have to go to school tomorrow…” Pigsy sighed.

“B-but I don’t wanna go without Mei,” MK broke the hug and protested.

“I know, I know– they said they’d pair you up with someone else though– and hopefully they’d move yours and Mei’s desk– plus that Qiang kid is also suspended, so that’s also good news, right?” Pigsy tried to put an optimistic spin on things, but was unsure how well it worked since Tang was always better at that.

“O-okay. I guess that’s okay,” MK nodded slowly.

“I’m glad you’re willing to give it a shot, kid. Proud of you,” Pigsy put a hand on his shoulder.

MK blinked with wide eyes. “R-really?”

“Totally kid! Takes guts to want to go back by yourself,” Pigsy punched his non-bruised arm lightly.

“Wow– thanks Mr. Piggy,” MK beamed, which filled Pigsy with instant relief comparable to cigarettes.

“No problem, kid,” Pigsy smiled. “Now, before I make you start homework, is there anything else I need to know about school or parents or whatnot?” Pigsy asked.

MK sniffled and thought for a moment.

“I-I’m… kinda bad at math,” the boy confessed.

“I can help you with that kid– and even if I can’t, I’m sure Mr. Tang can too,” the chef assured.

“Thanks– I ‘ppreciate it,” MK sniffled and punched Pigsy’s own arm lightly.

“Anytime, kid– and I mean that; anytime you need to tell me somethin’, just say the word, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Attaboy,” Pigsy punched MK’s arm lightly again. “You feelin’ any better?”

“Y-yeah, a little,” MK chuckled, punching Pigsy again.

“Good,” Pigsy punched his arm again before they both laughed, and Pigsy ruffled MK’s hair before slightly cringing at how terribly uneven it was.

“Oh– before I forget–” Pigsy dug into his pocket and got out the kid’s bandana, which he took like it was the last lifeboat on the titanic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Mr. Piggy– I missed it so much,” he said, tying around his head- which surprisingly made his terrible haircut look a little better.

“Anytime MK,” The pig demon smiled softly, before he had a different thought that made his face fall flat.

“‘Sides I’m just glad your hair has a simple solution, cuz now I gotta figure out how the heck I’m gonna style Mei’s hair to be ‘school appropriate’ without just shaving her head, or giving her more of a ‘boys cut’ – which girls can’t have because gender binary or whatever,” Pigsy dreaded, which again made MK laugh.

“You’ll figure somethin’ out, Mr. Piggy, I’m sure of it,” MK gave the demon a thumbs up.

“Yeah, I probably will kid.”

And figure it out Pigsy did. Once the restaurant closed, he made Mei sit down on the couch at their apartment until he could figure out how to get the misshapen “bob” into either pigtails or ponytails. After many attempts, he discovered that if he just took the thick but really short parts of her hair, he could put them into high pigtails, and while it still left most of her hair down, it was probably the best they were going to get. Besides, Mei absolutely loved it, and said she was going to wear her hair like that forever, so that was good at least. Pigsy hadn’t ever thought of himself as a hairstylist and was glad that his first attempt worked out.

After that, Pigsy let the kids put on another movie, this one about a little fish girl wanting to be human and liking ham or something like that, where the exact same sequence of events happened from the previous night, passing out on the couch and all, but Pigsy had no qualms with that.

No, the kids had been through enough today– heck– they’d been through enough for life, so Pigsy would let things be a little chaotic for them tomorrow if that meant they could have some peace for today.

Besides, Pigsy had quite a few difficult conversations coming up– especially with Mei, especially tomorrow– and he needed time to mentally prepare too.

Ah, the joys of guardianship.

#my fics #lmk #lego monkie kid #dadsy #pigsy lmk #mk lmk #mei lmk #mei dragon #bullying #abuse #child abuse #tw child abuse #tw bullying #tw author does NOT know how to write bullying #I tried guys #flashbacks #angst with a happy ending #angst #feels #idk what else to tag lmao

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

A perfect day.

Pairing/AU: Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent X Gabriela (shortened in Gabi by me lol) - The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Warnings: + 18, One shot, Fluff / Smut, established relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL, please), fingering, masturbation (m and f receiving), a bit of breast sucking, sex on the beach (lol), description of female and male bodies, a lot of kissing, two idiots in love, Corona white cardigan making an appearance, het relationship, Javi is the cutest ever and Gabi is incredibly hungry for him.

Summary: Javi and Gabi, happily in love, spending time together on the beach. It’s basically this LOL

Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize immensely for any mistake. I wrote it furiously on my phone this morning in a couple of hours and I really hope it's not terrible. Let me know if I should add anything in warnings/tags.

Thanks to anyone who will read, it's the first time I've posted here and unfortunately I still don't know how to use this app, how to insert gifs, give actual credits to the person who made it and make everything cuter. I’m sorry. Anyway, I really hope you like it.

Javi woke up that morning thinking that Gabriela deserved a special day. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her around and seeing how hard she worked, forgetting about herself most of the time, made him sad.

Even though he always tried to make her understand how much he loved her and how happy he was, he thought she deserved much more.

He woke up next to her, she was sleeping on her stomach with her cheek resting on her pillow.

He thought she was gorgeous, breathtaking.

Her long raven hair spread across her pillow like color on the canvas of an abstract painting, so perfect that it seemed like a divine drawing.

He refrained from the desire to caress them so as not to wake her, even though his hands tingled to feel how silky and soft they were.

She had such a serene expression, her almond-shaped eyes closed placidly, surrounded by long eyelashes, her delicious little nose, those plump and sweet lips that he loved to kiss... everything about her seemed perfect and wonderful to him.

He remained still for a few minutes just to contemplate that perfect image, to hear her regular breathing.

She was the best thing that had ever happened in his life.

It had been so painful for him to have her by his side for so long without having the courage to tell her how much he loved her and now that he had finally confessed his feelings he was the happiest man on earth.

After having achieved some success with his first film he had obtained several offers from film companies and Gabriela was helping him to evaluate them by practically acting as his manager.

He wouldn't have known what to do without her, it was truly a constant security and comfort to have her by his side.

Gabriela made him feel stronger, more alive, made him want to be a better man to deserve her love.

He got up to make coffee, walking silently down the long corridor that led to the kitchen. He turned on the coffee machine and took the bread out of the cupboard.

He wanted to make her her favorite breakfast and bring it to her in bed. He didn't have great cooking skills but he made sure to learn how to cook French toast to perfection, just for her.

He took the butter from the fridge and put a small piece to melt in a pan while he beat eggs with milk in a baking dish. He hummed happily in a low voice as the smell of butter wafted through the kitchen.

He added a pinch of cinnamon to egg and milk mixture and dipped the slices of bread in it, which he then toasted in the pan with butter. He carefully washed some blueberries and raspberries, nibbling on some. Once ready, he placed the French Toast on a nice plate and decorated them with berries and maple syrup, just the way she liked it.

He poured some coffee into two cups and took a long sip, before placing the plate and cups on a tray. He took the tray into the room and saw that she had woken up and was sitting on the bed, stretching. As soon as she saw him appear at the edge of the door, her beautiful dark eyes widened and an expression of surprise lit up on her face.

“Javi, what did you do?”

“I made breakfast,” he replied, full of pride at seeing her smile.

He loved seeing her smile, she was so sweet and beautiful that his heart was still beating as wildly in his chest as it did the first time he saw her.

He sat on the bed next to her, placing the tray on her lap.

"My favorites!" she exclaimed, looking at him languidly and then whispering softly “come here”.

He approached her cautiously so as not to ruin the culinary work he had just created and she kissed him delicately on his lips. "Thank you, love".

“You deserve this and more,” he replied before leaning in again to steal another kiss.

“I thought we could rest and enjoy a sunny day at the beach today, what do you think?”

“I think that's a great idea,” she smiled again, before taking a bite of French toast.

“Oh my God, this is exceptional. You have to try it” she took another bite under the watchful gaze of Javi who didn't intend to miss a single second of her pleased expressions.

He took a slice of bread too and ate silently smiling at her. It was indeed good and he was happy.

Once breakfast was finished, he took everything into the kitchen and packed a bag with beach towels, sunscreen and a couple of books they were reading.

He had every intention of not making her lift a finger so he insisted that she go and get ready calmly while he would take care of everything else.

He headed to the their room to take his clothes and heard the unmistakable sound of running water from the shower.

She was singing out loud a romantic song.

He smiled and headed to the other bathroom to get dressed.

Took a short shower and then returned to the kitchen to prepare something for lunch.

He saw her appear shortly after in the kitchen doorway.

She was wearing a black bikini that he had given her a short time before and over it a light linen cover-up closed by a belt. His gaze lingered on her long, slender legs and on her breasts embraced by the top piece of her costume.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he said, reaching out to her to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her towards him.

She giggled with satisfaction, buried her face in the crook of his neck and placed a kiss on the soft skin just below his ear.

“I can’t wait to spend the day together” she whispered, words vibrating on his skin giving him shivers down his spine.

Javi pulled away from her to grab the bag and the small cooler he had packed with some beers and sandwiches.

Once outside they stopped in the garage to retrieve an umbrella. Javi had to resign himself to giving the bag with the towels to Gabriela to take the umbrella, but not without trying to carry everything before. Gabriela laughed amused by his efforts "I don't think it's necessary for you to load yourself like a mule for me, please Javi, I can carry a bag"

Once they arrived at the beach Javi stuck the umbrella in the sand, spread out the large towel and made Gabi sit in the shade while she looked at him half amused and reluctant.

She was really touched by the fact that he tried so hard for her but at the same time she wanted him to enjoy his well-deserved rest too. He had spent the last few nights reading the scripts that had been proposed to him, taking notes and underlining what he thought needed changing to make them more similar to him and he had certainly lost many hours of sleep concentrated as he was on doing his best to get a second great movie.

She was proud of him and how he had distanced himself from his brother, proving that he was an infinitely better person than him. Javi was an honest, loving, creative man who treated her like a queen and he made her feel loved and valued every day.

“Javi, please, relax”

“I'm done, now I'll sit next to you” he said, as he placed the small fridge in the shade.

The beach was of very fine white sand, warm under the sun's rays, in the distance some people were walking their dogs or running on the seashore. Everything was calm and quiet, they could only hear the sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline and a few seagulls. The chirping of cicadas was a soft background sound coming from the pine forest behind them.

Gabi took off her swimsuit cover-up, folding it carefully and placing it in her bag.

Javi couldn't help but notice the way the swimsuit slid over the curve of her ass, covering just enough and showing off her gorgeous thighs.

She noticed how he was staring at her and smiled mischievously "what are you looking at?"

“The most beautiful butt I've ever seen” he admitted candidly

“Javi!” she leaned towards him to slap him on the shoulder, feigned offended but actually flattered.

"It’s true!”

Gabi giggled, sitting next to him and kissing that dimple on his cheek that she loved so much.

She pulled a lock of golden curls back from his forehead and she looked into his eyes softly.

“I'm happy that you wore the cardigan I gave you, but I'd like you to take it off now”

It was a white, cotton, crocheted cardigan. She had seen it in a shop and immediately thought it was perfect for him.

When she brought it home he was dubious about it but as soon as he put it on Gabi saw exactly what she had imagined. The cardigan hugged his shoulders, emphasizing his muscles, accentuating his neck and the breadth of his chest. It opened up to a V leaving a generous portion of his pecs exposed and the white created a perfect contrast with his lightly tanned skin. That day she let out a little moan looking at him “oh, it's gorgeous. Javi you are stunning.”

He usually wore it with a t-shirt but this morning he had nothing on underneath and Gabi was absolutely pleased.

She wanted more and her hands went down to undo the few buttons that Javi had buttoned.

She didn't stop looking at his beautiful brown eyes, she loved the way they shone for her, sending back a feeling of dedication and love like she had never felt before. Javi's gaze didn't have a shred of lie in it, she could read him like an open book and for that she was incredibly grateful.

Javi took off the cardigan in one gesture and threw it over the bag, enraptured by her gaze.

Gabi ran a hand over his chest, slowly moving down to his slightly soft tummy, a strip of hair ended up hidden by the striped pants he was wearing.

She knew Javi was self conscious about his tummy but she found it incredibly sexy and always tried to remind him of that.

She didn't care at all that he didn't have abs, in fact she preferred it. His belly was welcoming, soft, the perfect place to rest her head as they read together on the couch, she liked to caress it and nibble it gently when she went down on him to take his cock between her lips.

Every aspect of him was attractive to her, she even tolerated his obsession with Nicolas Cage and his absurd memorabilia room. It was a small price to pay for having the best man she could ever ask for.

She placed another kiss on the empty spot of his beard, her lips opened into a smile on his skin and she whispered “thank you, for this. I needed it"

“Can you pass me some sunscreen, please?” She asked and Javi pulled a bottle out of the bag and immediately offered to help her onto her back.

He took a generous amount of cream and massaged it very carefully, her skin felt like silk under his hands and she smelled of vanilla.

He felt his cock react in his boxers but he limited himself to leave a trail of kisses on her shoulders, without going too far. They could have done other things in the evening, at home.

Gabi returned the favor, covering his back with sunscreen and her hands on his back felt absolutely amazing to Javi.

Sometimes he really felt like a little boy in love, but he didn't care, he was too happy to care how silly he actually seemed.

They sat next to each other for a while, Javi with his arm around Gabi's waist, as they enjoyed the warmth of the sun, the beautiful landscape and the peaceful atmosphere of the sea.

They both read for a while, Gabi lying with her head on his tummy the way she always loved to be.

Suddenly she stood up, determined to drag him into the water.

She took his hands and made him stand up “come on, let's go”.

He looked at her in amazement, as a smile spread across her face, while he was taking off his pants remaining with black shorts.

“It's hot, Javi, time to cool off a little.”

He laughed, running after her to catch her as she approached the sea waves.

The cool water lapped at her feet when Javi grabbed her by the waist laughing

"You're terrible" and she turned to wrap her arms around his neck

"You know that and you love me for this"

And Javi, looking at her splendid smile, thought that it was absolutely true.

Gabi released herself from his grip and immersed herself in the sea a little more.

The water reached her thighs, waves slammed against her skin and she couldn't stop laughing.

She splashed him with water as he got closer and closer

"come on, lazy boy, water is incredible"

Javi dove in head first disappearing for a moment in the waves and then coming back up next to her. She threw her arms around his neck again, feeling his wet skin against her, she kissed him, feeling the salty taste of sea water on his lips.

Javi immediately deepened the kiss, gently forcing her lips with the tip of his tongue, to meet hers.

They stood in the waves, holding each other, Gabi's warm body like melted butter under his hands.

He went down her back, caressing her, and then took her ass with both hands, squeezing it, while he didn't stop kissing her.

Her soft lips fit perfectly with his, a moan of pleasure escaped her and vibrated in his mouth, while Javi's hands slipped under her costume and squeezed her butt cheeks again.

She felt his erection press between them as their tongues danced.

She pulled away from him briefly, giggling breathlessly "I know we should calm down a bit but I don't think I can"

He looked at her nodding and smiling "Me neither. When it comes to you I always get carried away".

She laughed and went even further into the waves, until she was submerged up to her shoulders.

“Come here,” she told him, maliciously looking at him.

He approached her again, unsure of what she wanted to do but incredibly eager to find out.

When he hugged her, she passed her hand over his chest, underwater, going further and further down to the hem of his boxers.

She made room to enter, slowly, until he reached his now incredibly hard cock.

She took it in her hand, massaging it slowly, her eyes fixed on his, with a mischievous smile that drove him crazy.

She knew exactly how to turn him on and had every intention of doing it right there, in that moment.

Fortunately, the few people on the beach were now dots in the distance and would never have noticed what they were doing but the vague awareness of being discovered was nothing more than fuel on fire for Javi.

Gabriela didn't stop stroking him, increasing the pace, making him pant more and more.

Lulled by the sea waves, Javi felt like he was about to explode, completely dazed by the way she was touching him. His arm was securely around her waist as she wrapped her around his neck, anchored firmly in the sand so they wouldn't be swept away by the current.

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again, the salt on her lips mixing with her sweet and incredibly familiar taste that never ceased to enchant him.

He stifled his moans between her lips as Gabi continued to work on his cock, he was hard rock when he heard her whisper in his ear

“Javi, fuck me”

He looked at her in disbelief

“Are you sure?”

She nodded and replied “Yes. Come with me” she swam to the right, distancing herself further from prying eyes and returned to shore after a while, followed by Javi. In front of them there was a small hidden cove that Javi had never noticed. “How did you find this place? It's wonderful”

“I noticed it last week when I went swimming early in the morning”

It was totally surrounded by rocks and looked like a private secret room just for them.

She leaned back against a rock and pulled him towards her, kissing him and continuing to stroke his cock.

She smiled smugly feeling it still hard and turgid between her fingers.

“You, sassy little thing,” he smirked “God, you absolutely are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met”

“Fuck me, Javi, please” she whispered again.

His hand went down into her swimsuit, touching her lips, he ran a finger along her opening feeling her relaxed and ready to welcome him.

Gabi always felt safe with him, she knew that she could trust him and he would never do anything she didn't want and this absolute certainty of being able to let herself go freely was the greatest feeling she had ever experienced.

He stroked her more insistently, with circular movements on her clit, she was wetter than ever even though she had just come out of the water.

She felt it in the way she was welcoming his fingers as they slipped inside her, without any effort or resistance.

She wanted it.

She wanted it badly.

Javi inserted his index and middle fingers inside her, while his thumb continued to work on her clit.

He pumped in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster and faster, as she anchored herself even more firmly on his shoulders to maintain balance.

She began to pant, his gaze never left her face for a moment, it was as if his eyes were caressing her too.

With a gesture Gabi moved her bra, uncovering one of her nipple “please, suck it. Suck it while you fuck me, please”

Javi didn't have to be told again and went down to surround it with his lips, passing his tongue over it and then starting to suck it greedily. He loved Gabi's breasts, he always thought it was perfect in shape and size and he knew that her nipples were particularly sensitive and he also knew that she loved the feeling of his beard rubbing against her delicate skin. He felt it harden under his tongue while Gabi's moans became louder and closer together.

“I want y-your cock n-now” she babbled, blinded by desire.

He let out her bud and pulled his fingers out of her and took off his boxers tossing them onto the sand. He moved closer to her, taking her lower lip between his, sucking it lightly and nibbling it, Gabi let out a moan. He moved her swimsuit aside, took his cock in his hand and placed it against her slit.

He introduced just the tip, slowly, to let her get used to it, as he always did. Gabi, however, was so excited by him, by the situation, by the danger of being discovered that she felt she didn't need any preparation.

“Give it all to me, please, Javi, fuck me hard” she begged him, looking into his eyes.

He pushed himself deeper, supporting her with his arms to prevent her from hitting the rock. He didn't want to hurt her, rather he would have hurt his knuckles to cushion his thrusts.

He took the nipple back into his mouth and started sucking it again as if it were the last thing he did in his life, Gabi’s skin so soft and delicious that he would never stop tasting it.

He found that spot inside her that he knew would drive her crazy, hitting it more and more insistently.

Gabi closed her eyes, her body totally flooded with pleasure, while Javi didn't give up and was more than determined to make her see stars in broad daylight.

She hid her face in the crook of his neck when she could no longer hold back her moans, she felt the orgasm rise from the bottom of her tummy to invade her all, a sensation of heat that made her feel boiling even though she was almost naked and completely soaked in sea water.

It was the most overwhelming and satisfying orgasm he had ever given to her.

She looked at him in admiration as he smiled “Javi you are absolutely amazing”

She kissed him once more, as if she had to drink from his lips, as if only him knew how to quench her thirst.

They got dressed and swam back, coming up from the water Javi was struck by the thought that someone might have stolen their things but everything was still there. Javi took another towel from his bag to wrap it around her.

She sat down on the large towel spread out on the sand, feeling exhausted but completely satisfied.

Javi took a beer out of the small fridge and opened it to hand it to her. He knew exactly that she needed it.

“Thanks”

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

“No, not now, come here next to me”

Javi was a vision, small droplets of water sliding down his chest, wet hair pulled back, skin slightly tanned and covered in freckles. He sat down next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I love you” she whispered.

She was grateful, immensely grateful for her life with him.

“I love you too, baby”

#fanfic #pedro pascal #fluff #javi gutierrez #light smut #javi g fanfiction #tuwomt #inspiredbythatdamncardiganfromCoronacommercial #i just couldn't help myself #javi g smut #one shot

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The first thing he noticed properly was not the sudden impossible change in location, or the unnaturally colored light drenching the mountain, or the partially reconstructed temple above his head, or the anguished screams from all around, or the feeling of utter wrongness seeping into his bones, but the streaks of red on the stone pavement. He couldn't fully figure out what they were, or why they had such a strange shape, or what were the small dark scraps near them, or from where they could have come; but something about them made his face pale and his blood freeze.

A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady. A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady. A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady.

Then finally he broke out of that repeating moment, and looked up. An amiable smile greeted him before the shattering sky.

"Good morning, Warden Ingo," it said with a powerful, gentle voice that cracked the ground somewhere far, too far away.

It didn't sound nearly as human as it should have been.

It was morning, or at least it had been when the smile had spoken. Now rains of five months past were falling backwards out of the earth and into red clouds, and it was at once evening and dawn together, and night and dusk and afternoon all stuck in a gruesome thing that gave him a headache.

In horrid confusion he found himself unsure of where he was.

His only landmark in the all consuming spiraling were the red streaks of red on the stone pavement.

"Let me apologize," the powerful, gentle voice said. The amiable smile from which it came curled in a wide curve, dulcet in shape yet sharp enough to almost sever his head right there and then. "Your presence here was a mistake. An honest accident."

The grey eye looked at him with pity.

A black hole was emerging. He could see it everywhere at once, larger and smaller, in different moments of its growth: one second it had already swallowed him, the next it was a microscopic speck, the next it was a serpentine beast coiling around what should have once been a human body.

The serpentine beast looked at him with burning eyes, as red as the streaks of red on the stone pavement.

It dawned on him, in a constantly repeating minute, what those streaks were; and in the constantly repeating minute, he cried, or screamed, or froze, or puked, or trembled, or asked why.

The grey eye remained blind and deaf to his anguish.

"Unfortunately, we have not had the means to fix this until now," the powerful, gentle voice said as it rolled out of the amiable smile.

Something was wrong.

Down to the atoms that composed his body, he felt it.

Something was wrong.

Down to the atoms that composed his body, he felt it.

Something was wrong.

The serpentine beast opened its rotting wings wider, blood red bones peaking through the dark lunging slowly towards him.

"Be not afraid," said the powerful, gentle voice as the grey eye looked at him and gifted him an amiable smile so sharp it cut him in half. "Our plan always meant to help you, too, in the end. You won't even notice this unfairness took place."

He watched, feeling his limbs be torn apart at the joints painlessly, like a ragdoll methodically pulled until its seams rip, a hand lay graceful and calm on what should have been a human chest.

The grey eye looked at him without seeing, triumphant, with an amiable smile and a powerful, gentle voice drowning the very world it was collapsing within itself in the way a misguided parent drowns their child in a wine bath, spurred by teachings of a false prophet.

"I am a very just god, after all."

"You good?"

He blinked.

Then he blinked again.

He turned: "Huh?"

His brother looked at him blankly, maybe a little concerned. The station buzzed outside the door.

"You stood up," his brother said. "Blacked out for a bit. Are you ok?"

"Ah." he replied, and tilted a bit when he went to touch his forehead: "I think I might have had a dizzy spell, a moment of vertigo."

"Do you want some water?"

"No, it's nothing to worry about. Give me just a moment."

He sat back down, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut for a few seconds.

Then he stood back up.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I feel much better already. Let's go now - better to avoid delays."

He closed the door behind himself.

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #submas ingo #pokemon volo #giratina #death tw #dismemberment tw #not really? but basically hes getting unmade so. yeah. #random writing #ingo returns home fic but make it fucked up #i do firmly believe that in the case volo WAS indeed involved in ingos situation somehow it was a genuine mistake #bc 1. ingo serves him no purpose & 2. he wants a more just world so why would he just. do this to him for fun yknow #like maybe in an early rift try/just seeing what giratina could do ingo got yanked along and volo only found out once meeting him and went #(to giratina) ruh-roh bestie i think we fucked up big time #but neither knew HOW theyd dragged him here let alone How/Where/When to send him back so they couldnt do anything #so volo decided hed solve it when the plan works. its another injustice arceus allowed so hell fix it once hes in charge w/ everything else #and then he does :) #with some blood on his hands but hey. hell fix that too later. making this reality collapse on itself killing all its inhabitants. but agai #some sacrifices must be made