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✧˖ ?!— THE ASSHOLE THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FORGIVE & FORGET. - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🍸: "wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you ??"

summary. despite your best efforts at avoiding your much-hated hookup boxer, he somehow finds a way to your apartment claiming he's here for your own good benefit, being a total ass- does he even have the ability to change? well, he's determinded to make you forgive & forget... in his own unique ways!

notes. haven't written full blown smut in quite a while aaahhhh also my longest fic up to date??? - this is part two of TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS but can be read on it's own.

warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) non idol! jungkook x f! reader, they still kinda hate eachother sry (tiny bit of character development in the middle tho), elements of angst, making out, he's a bit of a dick :/, reader is kind of a therapist (pls don't go around in real life trying to fix ppl!!), tit/nipple play, riding, kook sub tendency towards the end, unprotected sex (she's on the pill tho), not proofread :/

you starred blankly at the text bubble he sent you a minute ago, hell- it was 2 am- you blinked repeatedly, reading it once more:

unknown number (jeon ) : i'm outside your apartment

you've done your absolute best avoiding him at all costs, you couldn't no- you shouldn't at all, never ever form a connection with him and though you'd usually be okay with having a little fling, you didn't want to be associated with him nor did you want to see his face. it was a hate fuck, nothing more, nothing less - but he always knew just how to ruin your plans.

you looked outside the window, actually sighting a figure, a motorcycle close to them as the person lifted it's head shortly from their phone, you quickly typed in a response.

y/n ( reader ) : how do you know my number, how do you know my adress and what makes you think i'll open the door unknown number (jeon ) : i'm cold

the simplicity of the incoming answer, made you roll your eyes, opening the window instantly after reading yelling out to the person: "i'll call the police for stalking"

he instantly yells back, "you don't actually have any intentions of calling the police. you want to see me" with every word stepping a bit closer to your apartment, now practically being next to your door.

"ha," you let out till full blown starting to laugh, "i wanna see you?" the smile from the laugh still plastered of your face, "you really think so?"

"oh i'm sure of it, what else is there to do on a saturday night? i just know you've been thinking bout my big dick all day, i know it makes you sick- but y'know what? i'm here to fix it for you" he looks up to you while delivering his dialogue in a sarcastic tone like he's the savior of the world, his smirk coming back once more.

you skipped down the stairs, opening the door just a few centimeters, enough to see your face, not enough to completly look into your apartment, answering him back now face to face, giving him a rather unimpressed look: "right, you showed up but somehow u're still blabbering 'bout me wanting you here, but whatever go on- tell me i'm the needy cockslut who wants you right now"

his hands reach out to presumably touch your tits as you make the split of the open door a little smaller so his hands won't fit through while he makes a tiny sound of disapproval in the mean time almost like a 'tsk tsk' until he starts talking again:

"you're standing here in your pjs at 2am opening up your door for no other then me and that says just enough"

you stand there silent for just a few seconds till bouncing back on his answer, "don't get it twisted, i wanted to see what you have to say for yourself-"

his smug little smirk on his face grows bigger as you speak, his words dripping with sarcasm as if you're playing right into his hands "oh so you are interested in what i have to say?"

"very much so but so far you've been talking a lot of shit which doesn't necessarly surprise me either"

jungkooks grin still remains maybe even gets bigger, his voice dripping of sarcasm, "oh c'mon you love anything that has a dick for you to suck on, you're not big on words"

you open the door a bit more further, sighing like you're tired: "well quite frankly i don't feel like having your dick in my mouth"

he runs his hands through his hair, few seconds of silence passing when he finally responds now a little more serious: "are you really gonna act like you didn't enjoy the last time we're together?"

you gulp, for the first time avoiding eye contact: "well not everything revolves around sex"

"ah well isn't that cute, trying to play innocent?" his smile suddenly disappears, his brow furrowing as he gives you a serious look, "look at me. right on the eyes"

you look him in the eyes again, voice getting just a bit louder: "you don't get it, you see any pussy and jump straight onto it then leave which would be fine- but i don't want us to be fuck buddies, i don't want us being awkward at work, i don't want to form an attraction beyond sex to you in any way and i won't even risk it- and you? you don't even think about anything, you just think with your dick"

his eyebrow raises as he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah i guess i am quite a shitty guy for not wanting anything more than just to dick you down for all eternity"

you rest your head on the wall next to the door in frustration, making a sound close to a sigh again: "you'll leave me in a week, i'll get attached, you'll make fun of me- i don't want that" surprisingly honest and serious.

he stares at you for few seconds longer, you're not making eye contact anymore, still pressed on the wall your head facing downwards. he sighs and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he's about to say: "you really think that little of me huh?"

you respond calmly though still avoiding his eyes, admitting in all honesty: "you've given me no reason to think more of you"

and for the first time since you've ever seen him, you see jungkook generally hurt, his eyes not settling as he begins to slowly nod like he understood, taking a step back from the door, "i'll leave you alone"

you watch him take a few steps- but you just can't do this. he was right, for the first time in everything he has said so far- he was right: you wanted him. you didn't know if you wanted him beyond sex but you weren't gonna figure this out right now either so you made the spontanous gut decision, you swiftly walked behind him- grabbing his arm, stopping him.

"you can call me a dumb whore- but i've changed my decision, i don't want you to leave"

you can almost see his brain working your words out one by one till he returns to good old self, voice thick of sarcasm, a sly grin making it's way onto his face once more "oh and why's that?"

"can you shut up?"

it's a messy kiss. desperate, longing, needing - telling. his hands not settling, moving all across your body, squeezing and kneading wherever they can in a matter of time you both stumble back into your apartment, lips not breaking apart not even once even as he closes the front door with his foot, deepening the kiss mean while.

you get pushed back onto the couch, your lips still locked together as his hands move under your clothes, taking off each item of your clothing at lightning speed, like he's trying to tear them all apart.

you break away in the mean time to breathe as you basically pant, taking the short time to look down onto yourself, practically naked then look at him who still had way to many clothes on for your liking, "not fair" your words barerly good said as he basically swallowed them by kissing you once more.

he shifts his position again, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap, groaning into the kiss, trying his best to combine keeping you in place with one hand and cupping your face rather violently with the other.

"please," you pull his pants just a bit to get your point across, "not fair" repeating what you already said like a broken toy in addition you pouted which y'know gets u sympathy points usually, you wanted to feel him- it was only fair.

"oh look who's upset?" a grin splarred over his face, tone mocking maybe even belittling, "you'll have to earn it" running his fingers through one of your hair strands till his gaze returns to your eyes.

"i thought we were over this," you whined till throwing your head back in frustration, "please, i was so nice"

"nice? you called me a shitty guy, thought little of me and basically called me a womanizer among other things." he puts both of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart more so you sit wider on him, "and you really think that 'pretty pretty please' is gonna be enough?"

no matter how good he was of a fucker, you weren't just gonna throw away your morals for him completly so you bluntly responded: "the fact that i'm even on your lap right now after some of the shit you said is pretty damn nice of me"

"fair point" he admits and his hands wander up your body once more, tracing each and every curve of your body, holding you down tightly to stop you from moving "you're not a nice girl. you know what you are?"

you responded instantly before he could say anything, putting a finger on his mouth to pervent more bullshit coming from that pretty mouth of his: "don't call me a whore, i won't tolerate slut shaming anymore when you're just as much of one as me, if not more"

he squeezed your thighs during your little speach, acting like a brat who doesn't give two shits about whatever you're saying, "you know i love it when you try to play this 'respect me' act, acting like you really are not some little whore that just wants to get pounded into a matress till she can't take it anymore"

you rolled your eyes immediately, taking in a deep breath: "everytime i have the feeling like i'm getting somewhere with you, i'm talking you developing your brain from teenage boy age 13 to 14, you piss me of even more- god i fucking hate you"

he leans forward, his body even closer to yours, a cruel smile crossing his face, "oh i love the way you get angry" his hot breath hitting your face and his eyes locked into yours, "it makes you look so helpless"

you get closer to his face, now inches apart to make sure the next few sentences really get to him: "i just want you to know that whatever you'll think after this whole thing, i want you to know that you didn't magically pull me in, i'm not helpless neither are you the only person with good dick in this shitplace, you're an avaible option that can be replaced at any given moment, you are a whore that goes around and gets used, no matter how much you hate that fact or not, it's the damn truth, so start being a fucking man and accept it, suck it up" you say something he'd say to you, a taste of his own medicine if you will.

you see it on his face that you've managed to finally get to him, like he's actually taken aback by something for once. your words seemed to cut him deeply and he just stares at you, his breath shaky and his eyes big, wide doed like you've never seen before.

"okay," you take his hands away from your thighs locking them with yours, face still close to his, holding eye contact, "it's okay, it's okay to have sex, it's okay to want to live a free live but you have to communicate that and stop being a prick, stop using girls, stop blowing your ego up and then maybe we could have something" you whisper it as calmly as she can, squeezing his hands every once in a while like you actually want to help him.

he looked onto the both hands locked together till squeezing your hand back, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm when speaking, "why are you still being so nice to me?"

"you know you do this thing where i look at you and you say something so good, so rational and it happens every once in a while where i think to myself- this is why i can't leave our whole thing alone cause somewhere just somewhere there still is that one valueable dude, it's just-" you sigh, till burrying your head on his shoulder in frustration, "i'm so stupid, i feel like i'll always come back to you, i don't know if that's good"

he almost automatically wraps his arms around your figure and now is the time where you actually do feel helpless in his arms, god- you were so stupid.

he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in, he didn't want to feel this vulnerable around you- it almost hurt to let his emotions show "oh c'mon- don't say that, please" his voice is shaky and his words carry a clear feeling of hurt.

"i always used to say that i don't believe that people can change, it's funny how you try to make excuses and loopholes for your morals when you actually experience something on your own," you straighten up your posture, removing your head from his shoulder, avoiding his eyes while trying to gather your thoughts.

his voice still carries the same shaky emotion as he speaks "why are you avoiding eye contact?" he burries his head against your chest, rubbing against it like trying to make you look at him, softly beginning to lick the skin.

the more he nibbles and licks on your skin, the more little mumbles against the skin are hearable, "i'll make you forgive me" or "i'll make you forget" - it's like a trance.

his tongue getting to your tits, "look at me, please" he pleads like not having your attention on him even for just a few seconds is a crime sentence - at the same time wrapping his lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking with just as much passion.

he leaves thick traces of saliva on both ones, an occasional muffeled moan slipping out, "could do this forever, i could die happy with one of- mmh" giving both of them his full diverted attention like he had to make sure the other one doesn't feel left out.

when his head comes up from your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hair is all over the place, a little bit of saliva in the corner of his mouth yet he instantly cups your face kissing you again and again.

everytime he breaks away just shortly to breathe he whispers something into the air then immediately kisses you, swallowing the words like they were dangerous to fly around unanswered.

"wanna do this forever, have you on my tongue over and over again till my tongue goes numb, till i can't taste or feel anymore"

"wanna have you in every position you can think of, wanna fuck you so much your body only remembers me, my shape, my dick- everything, only me"

"wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you"

dangerous words.

dangerous words that feel a bit to real.

it's so evident he has long lost any control over himself, those eyes still so doed like he's begging you to give in, fully drop your boundaries, to give into his fantasies. eyes locking with yours to speak up just once more like he's admitting something, voice more quiet:

"fuck it, i'm already way to selfish with you"

your hands find the zipper of his pants right before opening, pausing to say something yourself, "i'm selfish too, i choose what i want in the moment instead of what would be better for me in the longterm" you pressed your lips onto his almost to shut down your own thoughts, the important ones, the conscious ones that were barerly left till breaking off again, "i don't care, not right now"

you can already feel his hard cock rub against your panties through the jeans material, "i'm so hard it hurts" he looked at you so pleadingly like you were the doctor with the medicine to safe his life, like this was a do or die situation, a tiny cheeky pout on his face, "can you fix me?"

you didn't know if he was talking about himself as a whole or his cock but regardless you took his hands in order for him to stand up so it would be easier to remove his pants and boxers doing it all in one swift motion.

making him sit down onto the coach once again, he whined at the feeling of cold air on his bare skin and you not immediately sitting down onto him, you strip down your pretty ruined panties, his eye not knowing where to look as he played with his lip ring, tilting his head like he's tryna get a better view.

his hands reach out practically on their own, yearning to get his hands onto anything yours, "sit down, ride me" jungkooks tone shaky yet he tried his best to hide that (not rly working) as he added a tiny quiet "please" at the end of it, barerly audible to the average ear.

you couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he was behaving like a child (nothing unusual) but the laugh got cut of by a moan as your pussy practically swallowed his length, his hands instantly quite harshly going to your hips, leading you- maybe even guiding.

"fuck yea-" his voice so awfully strained as his both of your hips moved in sync, his fingernails digging into your soft skin, making you groan.

"missed this pussy so much," he moaned out, throwing his head back onto the coach headboard till he weakly added: "so obssesed with you, i've been wanting this tight- mmh, fuck- ever since-"

he couldn't finish his sentence neither did he look like he could form any coherient thoughts, face scrunched up in pleasure, a bit of sweat on his forehead- and you probably didn't look any better yourself.

your walls clenched around him out of sheer response, you were so wrong- this was such bad decision, it would be so hard to let him go after this, it would-

"gonna cum, fuck- i can't"

his pressed out words cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife, the skin slapping noises suddenly feeling louder then they had been before, your own pussy clenching around him once again.

"can't hold it back, i don-"

he was going to leave marks on your hips for sure, you bet he didn't even realize how hard he had been squeezing the poor skin, occasionally moving to your ass.

you moaned yourself, feeling your own orgasm approaching, jungkooks eyes closed, lips parting slightly like he's on the top stage of ecstasy somewhere over the rainbow as you could feel your own walls getting coated with cum.

your body instantly went weak after, lightly collpasing onto his chest as though he seemed unusually tired he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking the skin and bone structure slowly.

it felt so comforting even your eyes closed, you felt so tired- what time was it again?

"fuck- i forgot the condom" his fingers paused, the shook in his voice audible.

"i'm on the pill, we're good" you closed your eyes again, now the clear goal was to fall asleep.

yet y'know how it was with your plans and jungkook- he cut through them as he lied still for a few minutes till whispering, "i don't hate you by the way" his fingers now again continuing the gentle act on your back even slower then before like a quit lullaby, "not even one bit"

"i know"

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cheekyowldraws · 11 days

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Murdock, Friede Minor part: Rockruff, Mollie, Orla, Ludlow Mentioned: Katy, Liko, Dot, Roy, Blanca

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Airfryshipping

Summary:

The story plays right after the fight against BlackRayquaza and before the Trio offically start their training at the Orange academy.

Murdock seems to work in Katys bakery and logically should stay in this town during that time. So I wanted to explore his feelings about being away from everyone, especially Friede and how they spend their last night together before being apart for a while. Lots of emotions, kisses and a little suggestive part at the end <3

Three days have passed since the big fight against BlackRayquaza, were the Brave Asagi got heavely damaged. It is heartbreaking to see their home being in this terrible state, but luckily nobody was injured during this incident and that's the most important thing. The ship can be fixed after all...even if it might take a while until they can go back to what they are used to...until the ship is filled with chaos and laughter again instead of silence and working noises. For the time being Liko went back to her parents house and Dot and Roy were able to stay at Blancas place until they can officially start with their Terastal training at the Orange academy. Only the adults stayed at the ship for now, but as soon as Orla officially begins with the repair they gonna have to stay at a hotel to not be in her way.

Murdock was sitting in his room heaving out a big sigh. He was glad that at least the kids could stay at a more positive environment right now. Seeing the damaged ship everyday just would make them relive this scary experience over and over again. Or that what he is believing anyways, knowing that he himslef is still struggeling with getting that disaster out of his head. He kept a brave face in front of the children, but in reality the cook was as scared as them, not knowing what happens next. Can the ship really be fixed completely? What are they gonna do if it's not possible? Will this the be end end of the RVTs? The cook couldn't help himself but worrying about these questions. Friede seems more faithful then him or at least knows how to overplay such thoughts. "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Murdock scolded himself while he slapped his own hands against his cheeks, squeezing them with a slight agression. "You are not a child anymore, so don't act like one!" Murdock remaind in this position for a while before he loosened his grip, letting out another deep sigh.

The chef inhaled and exhaled sharly several times to calm his nerves. There is no time to feel scared. He knows exactly what he has to do. In fact everyone knew repairing the ship wont be an easy task and will keep Orla busy. But for the mechanic to even being able to start with this endeavor, she needs materials and that in turn means they need money. Lots of money. So Murdock already decided what he personally can do to help. After all working hard is something he can do best.

A small smile formed on his lips while he looked at his phone. Only yesterday he mailed an application adressed to Katy's bakery in Cortondo, hopeing she gonna accept him and allow the pastry chef to work there until the ship is as good as new. To Murdocks surprise she personally called him back this moring to tell him he's hired. Needless to say that the chef almost dropped his phone, because he was so nervouse and honestly didn't expect such a fast answer, let alone a positive one. And on top of that he was told he can already start working in five days. Though the cook needs to leave a day earlier to get the keys for the small room he rented near the bakery, right after this hopeful phonecall earlier.

His smile fastly shifted to a more sad one. Working there means he need to leave for a while and live in that town...thinking about that fact alone made him feel wistful. Murdock don't even wanna think about getting seperated from everyone for an extended period of time that he cannot yet grasp. Especially being apart from Friede fills his thoughts with horror. Having him around all the time feels so natural and became part of his daily life. Being able to go to the other man whenever he wants, just to hang out or when he feels overwhelmed or just needs a safe place. Simply just having him by his side, to feel his touch, his warmth. Before Murdock completly got comsumed by his fear he felt something cautiously licking his hand. The cook was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed his puppy climbed on his lap. Rockruff knew somethings was wrong and visible was worried about it's dad. "Sorry I didn't wanted to worry you." Murdock automatically wore a soft smile and gently patted his puppies head before he lifted it up to pepper it with kisses. Cuddeling with his little angel certainly helped to ground him and let him tackle this decision rationally. The chef knew that he had to tell Friede at some point, but he also didn't want his boyfriend to start brooding about this and having to go through all those feelings for days now as a result just like him...one suffering is enough. Murdock settled to only tell Mollie, Orla and Ludlow about his plans for now.

As expected the two woman appreciated his plans but side-eyed him when he pleaded them to not say a word to Friede about that. Nointhenless they gladly did respect his wish who he was very thankfull for. From this point on Murdock tried to tell Friede as well several times. When they were shopping together, when Friede was keeping him company while cooking, when they went for a walk...he tried to tell him...he really tried but everytime he chickened out the last second and brushed it off, finding a silly excuse for his strange behaviour. There was no way that the professor didn't started to get sceptical.

And before Murdock knew it the day before his departure had arrived. It already was dinner time to be exact. The chef was spending most of the day in the kitchen to make everyones fave meals. He just had too, because he doesn't know when he will be able to cook for them again. Murdock could feel tears filling up his eyes, but hastely blinked them away, before he served it all up. "Hope you all are hungry, because I made plenty!" the chef voiced with a bright smile while watching everyone slowly gathering around the table.

"That smells great!" Friede took in the scent a bit more before sitting down and filling up his plate. Orla and Mollie digged into the food as well. Ludlow on the other hand just silently watched the scene for now, sipping his tea, observing, already knowing something gonna happen. And he didn't have to wait long. "So delicious! I gonna miss Murdocks food!" Orla spouted out, mouth full. "ORLA!" Mollie promptly scolded her, but the brown-haired woman didn't realized what she just said. Murdock on the other hand froze in place, wanting to run away. "Please don't let Friede have heard that!" the cook was pleading in his mind. But the white-haired man DID hear and now looked at Orla with a very confused look on his face, swallowing down his food before asking "Hmm? What do you mean you gonna miss his food?" Realisation hit Orlas brain like a thunder bolt. She didn't meant to say that and tried to hastly come up with an excuse. "Ah that...well I mean when we start staying at the hotel he won't be able to cook there right?" Orla cleared up while slightly laughing awkwardly. "Right Murdock?" she then added hoping he gonna help covering her white lie but to everyones surprise his seat was empty. The tall man must have taken the oppertunity to leave while all eyes were on the mechanic. Friede felt like a fool and was visably confused. The professor hated when he didn't know what was happening and didn't realized how his face got very serious. "What is this all about?" he now asked with a slighty annoyed sound in his voice. The damage was already done so there was no reason to keep up this farce. "We promised Murdock to not tell you, I don't know why he asked for that though, so it might be better to ask him yourself." Mollie finally explained. The conference room was now overshadowed by a negative vibe.

"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." Ludlow spoke with a calm and encouraging voice, breaking the uncomforteable silence that had settle over the group. Friede stared at his gramps for a moment before his eyes wandered back to his plate of food. His face slowly shifted into a sad but also concerened and betrayed expression. What did Murdock felt comforteable enough to tell literally everyone but him? He needed to know but...if he haven't told him yet why should he tell him now? Friede suddenly started to heavily shake his head, trying to get rid of those unwanted thoughts. With his eyes now filled with determination, the professor promptly finished his fill and then headed to the kitchen, were he was sure to find his 'target'. Ludlow was smiling as he saw the young man leaving the room ready to clear things up. When Friede entered the kitchen Murdock was busy washing the dishes not daring to look at the smaller man. The professor didn't knew how to start the conversation, he wants to know what the chef is hiding from him, but he also doesn't want to pressure him either. The white-haired man is certain that the cook must have a reason why he haven't told him yet, so he tries to approach the subject slowly. "That was delicious as always. I'm full!" Friede praised, putting on a smile. It wasn't a fake smile though, he meant what he said. Murdocks food is always the tastiest, still he felt more like crying right now. The taller man was taken abakt by that, because he was sure Friede straight up gonna confront him and ask him questions. "I'm glad to hear that. It means a lot to me. Thank you." the cook looked at Friede for a short moment to return the smile, before focusing at the dishes again. An awkward silence filled the whole kitchen. The only sound left was the suttle cliring of the table ware Murdock kept cleaning.

With every minute passing the chef started to get more nervouse. "That's your last proper chance to tell him you idiot!" Murdock started to scold himself in his thoughts. "COME ONE JUST TELL HIM YOU COWARD!" his thoughts went further and the cook got so angry at himself, that he abruptly stopped in his tracks, starteling Friede a little. Murdock was snapped back to reality by a gently touch on his shoulder. It was Friede who now was giving him a worried but warm glance. The cook took a deep breath and slowly let out the air again.

"I'm gonna leave tomorrow to work at Katy's bakery in Cortondo and wont be back for a while. We need that money or Orla can't fix the ship so it's unavoideable." Murdock started to explain, pausing for a moment to inhale deeply before continuing. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but the more I tried the more I couldn't bring myself too..." his voice now started to tremble "If..." he had to clear his throat before being able to continue. "If I had told you four days ago, you surley couldn't have helped but brood about me leaving all these days...and I didn't want you to go through the same thoughts that kept haunting me over and over again...I gonna miss you ya know?" the cook couldn't hold his tears back anymore and started to sob bitterly. "I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you until now I'm..." before he could speak any further he was pulled into a tight hug, while a hand gently caressed his back. "You idiot..." the small man said with a shaky voice himself. "You choose to keep all this feelings to yourself because you didn't wanted to make me suffer but..." Friede now had teary eyes as well "But imagine how you must have felt all those days, being all alone with those thoughts...that's what breaks my heart!"

"I'm so sorry...i didn't mean to hurt your feelings...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Murdock's voice softened as he continued to apologize, hugging Friede even tighter, but gentle enough so the smaller man could still breath properly. "Shhh it's okay I'm not mad at you." The smaller man kept stroking Murdocks back in gentle and firm circles to calm him down. This went on for quite a while until Friede felt that the other mans sobbing eased. He then proceed to sat down Murdock on the small wooden stool, who was busy wiping away his tears and was still softly sobbing.

"I want to apologize myself...No I need to apologize to you!" the white-haird man stated while he rubbed the back of his head. Murdock just looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for Friede to continue. "The words gramps said to me before had me thinking. I mean you did act a bit strange all of a sudden, but I refused to question it any further believing you surley gonna tell me if somethings the matter and..." "So you did notice..." Murdocks eyes wandered to the side in embarressment. Friede had to giggle at that sight. "Are you kidding me? When we went for a walk yesterday you literally kept staring at me with such an intense look , that you ended up running into a street lamp!" Friede now started to chuckle. "You should have seen your face!" and with that he bursted out into laughter. "STOP LAUGHING THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Murdock tried to complain, but the moment he saw Friedes genuin smile while laughing like crazy he couldn't help himslef but join, laughing away all their worries. A few minutes passed and they now were sitting on the floor, right next to each other, tummies still hurting from their laughing fit. "Guess we are both idiots!" the cook stated while beaming a smile at Friede who returned the favour agreeing with a cheerfull "Yeah!"

And without a warning Friede was leaning in for a passionate kiss, making the tall man shudder in surprise. As soon as their lips touched Murdock literally melted into this sensation. The cook gently layed his hands around the other mans arms to pull him even closer. Both of them let themselve fully taken in by this moment, there hearts are pounding in synch, hoping this pleasent feeling would never fade. They tried to delay the unavoideable, but unfortunatly they had to break the kiss at some point to breath again. Now staring into each others eyes with such warmth.

"Soooo we can either have some fun now or just cuddle all night." Friede now looked at Murdock with playful eyes and a cheeky smile. The cook just looked at him with wide eyes, cheeks still rosy. He tightened his grip a little, his eyes nervousely flickering back and forth from looking into Friedes eyes to staring into the void. Friede just amusingly watched his future husband getting all flustered, while waiting for an answer. "Wh-Why not both?" the cook finally managed to declare, taking the professor by surprise, not that he is complaining though. He kinda was hoping for that outcome, because he wants both of them to enjoy this night to the fullest. "Never thought you can get greedy." the smaller man sassily returned, while purposly coming closer to Murdock's face who then started to pout a little "So what if I'm a little greedy?" the chef playfully growled back. "Nothing wrong with that." Friede assured while trying to kiss Murdock again. The emphasis is on 'trying' because his attempt got stopped by a big hand gently pressing against his lips. "W-Wait! N-not here!! Besides I need to clean the kitchen first and..." the cook got cut off mid-sentence by Friedes lips sealing his once again. It was only a short lived kiss this time meant to stop Murdock from blabbering nonsens. Friede now was looking into Murdocks eyes dead serious. "As if I would let you do the chores right now, the dishes won't run away, I gonna deal with them tomorrow." the yellow-eyed man explained. "But...!" Murdock tried to argue, but this time it was Friede pressing his hand against the cooks lips. "No buts! I already let the others know so don't worry!" the professor replied with a snippish grin while holding up his phone to show Murdock that he in fact send a message.

»Just put your dishes in the kitchen later. I'll deal with them tomorrow. I have to take care of Murdock tonight <3«

"T-Taking ca-care of me?" Murdocks cheeks turned into an even more intense pink admitting his defeat "G-Guess I have no choice then!" he stutterd softly. Pleased to hear that, Friede then purposely placed his hand on Murdocks crotch, making the cook jump at the sudden touch. His whole head turned into a bright red now and before the professor could make his next move he got lifted up by Murdock, bridal style. The cook now was dashing into his room, while gently carrying the smaller man in his arms, locking the door behind him before he allowed himself to be all over Friede.

At the same time in the kitchen:

"Guess we better sleep with our ear plugs in tonight." Mollie said after she read Friede's message while looking at Orla, who visibly was relieved about this outcome. With their minds at peace the two woman continued eating. Ludlow did join them as well now and was seemingly happy.

The next morning:

Friede and Murdock layed in bed cuddeling together. The smaller man was resting his head againsts the cooks chest, while the taller man wrapped his arms around him. Both were snoozing softly, enjoying this harmonic atmospehere until Murdocks alarm rang. The chef turned it off as fast as he could so Friede not gonna get waken up from it. He had to blink his eyes open several times before his vision was clear and he could see Friedes peaceful face, thankfully still sleeping. The cook decided it won't hurt to stay in bed for five more minutes, before he cautiously climbed out to not wake up the other man. He didn't want too, but he needed to leave soon so he had to dress up and get ready. When he came back from the bathroom he found Friede right were he left him and couldn't hold back a smile. He looked cute when he was peacefully sleeping. Murdock than hastly pulled out his phone to snap a shot he can look at whenever he misses Friede. Not that he already has a full album full of that. Happy with the result he now was thinking about waking the professor up to properly say goodbye for now. But wouldn't that be selfish? To tear him from his sleep just to catch another kiss? As Murdock was mostly silently debating with himself to either wake up the other man or not he suddenly got hugged from behind. The smaller man tightly wrapped his arms around him. "Good morning!" Friede muttered while letting out a big yawn. "G-Good Morning Friede. Did I wake you up?" the cook replied. "Nah I was already awake before you climed out of bed, but I wanted to let you get ready in peace." The white-haired man explained while he released the hug trying to catch a glimpse of Murdock's cell phone "Sooo did you get a nice shot?" Friede asked with a cheeky voice resulting in a high pitched scream leaving the cooks mouth, while the latter tried to hide his phone. But that just made Friede even more curious, now wearing a big grin on his face "I know you made a photo of me while I was supposetly asleep." Murdock was now trying to hide his blushing face behind his phone. "M-Ma-Maybe!" he managed to stutter out. "Good thing I also got a cute shot from you." the smaller man joyfully chirped. A small chuckle left the professors mouth when he saw the chef getting all flustered. Friede then took his chance to pull his boyfriend into a kiss, which immediately made the bigger man calmer. Both closed their eyes and enjoyed this delicate moment. Taking in every second, burning this feeling into their brains. They whined a little when they had to part, but they knew it was now time for Murdock to go. " Don't overwork yourself okay?" Friede wanted to make sure and with a "Don't be too reckless okay?" and a warm smile Murdock then left for his new temporary job.

#pokemon horizons #Professor Friede #Murdock (Pokemon)#Rockruff #pokemon #Pokeani #Friede (Pokemon)#Friede/Murdock #capncrunchshipping #Murdock pokemon #mollie (pokemon)#orla (pokemon)#ludlow pokemon #cheekyOWL writes stuff #cheekyowl draws

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likedovesinthewindd · 9 months

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☆ request from @jowikari : How about Prowler!reader revealing herself to Spiderpunk, but behind masks those two are friends who are too afraid to start dating because of secrets?

i love love love this idea (f!reader)

It was like some overused movie plot; two best friends ignoring their feelings for each other because they were too scared of complicating things. You knew you liked Hobie, you've known for a while actually. And you had a feeling he felt the same, but just like you, he had chosen to simply not adress the elephant in the door in the hopes that it'd eventually dissappeared. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined actually being with Hobie, but you didn't want to risk messing things up. And all thanks to your dodgy extracurriculars.

The things was, having a secret identity of sorts was not as hard as it seemed. The hard part came with having to hide that part of yourself from the people closest to you, one of those people being Hobie. And he wasn't stupid; he knew you were hiding something from him, he just wasn't sure what. He didn't pry too much though—maybe because he himself had a few secrets of his own he wasn't very fond of you finding out.

And perhaps it had been foolish of the two of you to think you could keep this from each other forever, that you could keep dancing around the uncomfortable topic and ignore it in hopes that it'd disappear. It really was only a matter of time before the whole thing blew up in your face.

But you'd have to worry about your awkward situation with Hobie later. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about, like this pain in the ass you just couldn't catch. 'Spiderpunk' was what he was called, and you had feeling he didn't like that name, the comically big eyes on his mask narrowing every time you'd tease him with the name.

You've been trying to catch him for a while now, hired by Osborne himself to do his dirty work for him. You didn't like him, at all really, but he was willing to pay you and you needed the money. But every time he'd somehow manage to get away just when you thought you finally had him. Like right now, in the dead of the night where you had him cornered against an alley wall.

You were just beginning to get excited, making your way closer to him when he landed a kick so strong it sent you crashing against the adjacent wall. The hit had you a bit disoriented, but you quickly found your bearings sgain, too scared of losing him again. Your suit however, took a bigger hit than you, and was beginning to glitch. You hadn't even noticed your mask had completely disabled until you felt the cold city air against your face.

You panicked a bit, looking around to see if you could still see him. There he stood, still in the same spot and seemingly frozen in place. Your name left his mouth in a questioning whisper, you almost missed it completely. He knew your name? Why would he know your name? The question didn't have any time to leave your mouth until he was hurriedly pulling at his mask.

At that moment, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole; surely that would've been better than having to do this right now. You reckon anything would've been better than having to face your best friend after you've been actively trying to capture him, hurting him in the process too. "Bee?" you asked, voice suddenly very small. "What're you doing?"

"You askin me?" he asked with a scoff. He sounded mad, and hurt. "I didn't know you were Spider-Man," you said, voice suddenly regaining a bit more volume. "Would it have made a difference?" he asked, "would it have changed what you were doing?" No, you thought, but the word didn't leave your mouth. "I'm sorry," what was you said instead.

"Why you even doin' this?" he asked ignoring your weak apology, voice stilled laced with anger. "I'm sorry, it's just Osborne offered me a lot of money to do this and you know—"

"Osborne?" he asked, brows furrowing. It was like a switch flipped in his head. You saw it in his eyes too, you saw the exact moment his whole perception of you changed. He no longer looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, but with an anger that made your stomach churn uncomfortably. That look was quickly replaced with a look of fear. He was scared of you.

He thought you were going to kill him.

You didn't have a chance to utter another word before he was shooting a web and disappearing into the darkness of the night again, trying to get as far away from you as possible. You didn't try to stop him.

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that's all i got lol

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown angst #hobie brown #spiderman atsv #likedovesinthewindd

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max-the-many · 4 months

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'body a day' #19: dad

Took me quite a minute to figure out his adress. Couldn't ask as I was his son. Luckily his phone got face recognition. So an hour later I was on my way out of the city to meet his, or may I say my dad.

He greeted me at the porch as I arrived at a nice little house in the outskirts.

"Almost thought you might skip it!" he chuckled, giving me a hearty half-hug grabbing my shoulders before heading towards a big heap of uncut wood that wouldn't be all of what had to be prepared for the winter. Much time to get to know him while getting to know my new body at the same time, working, sweating, seeing his older version doing just that.

Turned out, he lived alone, beeing one of those weel known, but independent wolfs after his wife left feom one day to the other.

The way he treated me, his son, though, really spoke for a big heart, making me even more horny than in the gym at the same time.

It was pretty late when we finally headed in, going for a nice clunk of golden juice infront of the fireplace.

"Don't you wanna get your stuff in" he wondered.

"My... ah, ehm..."

"You will stay for the weekend as planned, don't you"

"I... sure!" I collected myself "I... damn, totally forget to pack some"

He just laughed it off "Guess it is ur old stuff then. Gonna head for the shower, though. If you wont first"

I didn't. I was just too curious to look around while he was away. When he was, though, my thoughts had another focus. To know, that he was undressing now, getting out of those dorty, sweaty cloth, stepping under the hot shower just got the best of me.

Eventually I gave into it, went up the stairs and ended up infront of the bathroom. The sound of the water, the smell of soap and man oozing out of the slightly opened door... It didn't take long for me to open the door completely, taking in the sight of him behind frosted showerdoors.

"Jacob?"

"Sorry... dad. Cant find any matching clothes. Where did you put 'em" I improvised.

"Didn't move anything" he replied "let me just finish. I'll show you"

I left. That little sneak really got me going, longing for me. His clothes alone, laying on the counter, screaming to be sniffed, to be worn even.

Worn... my mind went for his closet. So I looked around until I found the bedroom. To open the dresser, seeing all that stuff that he wore at some time really was a sight of it own. I almost grabbed some underwear when I saw a basket of dirty ones, going for it at once, fishing out some tighty whities to dive in when I heared the water stopping.

So I rushed back downstairs, chucking the underwear right into my crotch.

"Free to go!" I heared the old one shortly after, so I did, still having a major twitch against that whity if his. At the showers though it wasnt only that. Seeing myself, looking back as his son gave me the rest, sniffing his well-worled pits, injoying his shape under the shower, thinking of his old man while pumping out a major one.

The evening went pretty relaxed, chatting, sitting infront of a nice fire with some nice rye. I couldn't keep myself from reaching down every once in a while, partly out of pure horny, partly out of curiosity on his reaction.

Other than that I broad up some rather particular topics like jerking of. I planely asked if he caught me, as his son, doing it, going further about his own experiences which he answered surprisingly open. My handling though didn't get less at those instances, but he kept chill about it. He never saw his son or crashed into such occations, but as we talked I figured, he would have been totally fine with it. Even as I constantly reached for my crotch now, which he couldn't really ignore, he didn't loose a single word about it.

And I left it like that, injoying my little game, hightened even since I wore the very underwear I took from his dirty bin underneath.

Eventually we went for bed. There I layed, strippee down to just that tighty white brief of the hunk of a dad, laying mere meters away, twitching right there, thinking of him, of me, that dad-son-couple I encountered st the gym, now beeing all in, dying go make a move.

And after slumbering away a little I got up. I just had to, beeing driven over in thar early night, step by step, taken just wearing tjose briefs, eventually Peeking through the bedroom door.

The dad seemed to be asleep as I saw his broad, naked shoulders under the blanked. Quietly I stepped in, slowly, with a pulsing heart, staring at him with tenting groins. I couldn't do otherwise nut getting even closer. He appeared to be deeply asleep.

"Dad?" I whispered. Nothing. So I stepped closer already recognizing the smell from the bathroom if not imagined. My hand reached out like moved by it's own.

Suddenly a twitch!

But i moved on, clearing my throat to further test his state.

When I touched the blanket I felt my heart with every breath, his presence, his warmth. Then I slowly pulled on it. No reaction. Pulling on, bit by bit, revealing his back, inch by inch until... a clean, white waistband got visible. No way. As I pulled further, it got confirmed. He too was only wearing one of those tight, white briefs spanning my hips, moving under heavy twitches from his sons pulsing tool.

I couldn't stop, reaching ever so slowly towards his hairy chest, barely touching it when he suddenly churned, along with deep, sleepy moans. My hand remained. And he remained sleeping, allowing me to fully cup those meety pect, even massaging them the slightest bits while shivers ran theoughout my whole body.

I was so captired by the whole situation that I even didn't realized my hand touching my crotch, massaging it through the aalready damp fabric. His pleasant sighs didn't affect me less. So I continued fondling him, fondling me, getting down over his stomach to his soft but well packed crotch, feeling it while unpacking mine, breathing heavily until I suddenly began to erupt, barely able to contain heavy moans and even heavier grips to his package.

I almost forgot what really was hüpeningat that moment until I snapped concious of it again, a surprised to see that musky man infront of me still asleep with a satisfied smile, my juice spread all over the floor up to his blanket.

To be continued...

#male bodysuit #male skinsuit #body a day #prompt

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ryeriy · 1 year

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Hi guys! This was not requested but I saw something to this but I can't find it now but if you see it that was inspired by this. Please like and follow to see more posts like this! Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of an injury, slight swearing

I'm Glad You're Okay

It was a normal evening. I was relaxing at me and Trevor's apartment watching television. I was by myself tonight because Trevor went out with his hockey friends.

The season just ended so they decided to go have some fun and go play some hockey. I didn't think much of it until I got the phone call from Trevor. I picked up the phone and I answered.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Y/n?" A voice said. That wasn't Trevor's voice.

"Who is this?" I replied.

"Oh sorry. This is Jack. Trevor's friend." He commented.

"Is everything okay?" I questioned him. Why would Trevor's friend be calling me on Trevor's phone.

"Well...we where playing hockey and..." I could hear people talking. Then I heard Trevor's voice very faintly in the back.

"And what?! Is he okay?! Where's Trevor?!" I frantically said. I got up off the couch and started to pace back and fourth.

"He got hurt...and you should come get him...I just sent the adress" His voice got softer as he said that

"Oh my gosh! What happened! Where is he?!" I was putting the phone on the kitchen counter and frantically getting my shoes on to go.

"He just took a puck to the face. He's right he-" He got cutted off by a familiar voice.

"Y/n?" It was Trevor. Thank god he could talk right now.

"I'm here Trev. I'm on my way to get you right now." I said while grabbing my keys and getting out of the place and locking the door then rushing to the car.

"Are you here yet?" Gosh he always acts like he just had laughing gas when he gets hurt like this. It was kind of funny.

"Not yet. In a few minutes." I said while starting my car and putting the phoen on speaker and on the passengers side.

"How about now?" He was also super inpatient.

"Not yet." I replied. I knew this was going to be a back and fourth chain of are you there yet.

Fifteen minutes later I arrive at the adress. I was a small litte ice rink. I got out of my car and grabbed my phone and rush towards they were all clustered.

"Where is he?" I asked while looking around for him.

"Y/n!" That familiar voice spoke again. Sounded so drouzy. Classic Trevor.

"Oh gosh! What happened!" I walked over to see his half of his face swollen with different colors. I kneeled down to look at him.

"I was playing and boom!" I could the exaggeration in his voice. I giggled at he said that.

"Well I need to take you home so you can rest and get better." I exclaimed to him as I stroked the non swollen side of his face.

"But I wanna play!" He exclaimed back. I felt like a mother telling her child that they have to go to bed.

"I know but you need to get better." I told him. He really needed to get some ice on it.

He kept smiling at me with his face. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Do you think I'm pretty still?" He said while gazing at me.

"You always are pretty to me." I smiled at him as he giggled at me.

Ten minutes later Jack and the others help me get Trevor up. He was on his feet now and he was relying on me to stand up. He made his goodbyes and slowly went to my car.

I opened the passengers door for him and help him get inside the car. He managed to get his seat belt on. I closed his door than walked back over to my side and got in and got ready to go.

Within twenty minutes we arrived back to our apartment. I parked the car then got out to go help Trevor out of the car.

"I'm fine y/n." He tries to reensure me he was fine. I wasn't believing him one bit.

"Let me help you trev." I helped him get out of the car and he leaned against the car until I helped him walk in.

I get to the door and unlock it and get him on the couch then going to close and lock the door.

"Someone got too competitive again." I chuckled at him while going into the freezer to grab him an ice pack.

"What? Noooo!" He chuckled at me while I walked back over to the couch and put the ice pack where it was swollen. He immediately flinched in pain.

"Shit!" He exclaimed.

"I know, I'm sorry. Do you want asprin?" I asked him while holding the ice pack on his face for a second.

"Yeah." He replied while I got up to grab him some asprin and water for him. He's had injury before but this is one of the worsts he's gotten.

"Here you go." I said while giving him a small glass of water with small asprin pills. I removed the ice pack off of his face so he could have them.

"Thank you mamas." He said while putting the ice pack back on.

"Of course." I said while putting the empty glass on the coffee table infront of the couch.

"Come here mamas." He said while putting his arms out for me. I go towards his arms and he pulls me close to him so my head is cheating on his chess.

"You scared me." I said while looking enjoying the moment with him.

"I didn't mean to baby." He replied.

"I know, I'm just glad your okay." I smiled up at him and he smiled back. I know he'd be okay. And I was glad.

#nhl hockey #nhl x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #hockey

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mi-rae07 · 6 months

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Jeong Yunho : Fell In Love With A Pirate (Part 5/7)

Pairing : Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and named character (Kim Yumi)

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Mingi : you said what?

Yunho : I can’t let her think I still love her, mingi. Because then she's going to take advantage of me. I need her to tell me the truth, and I know yumi, she's never going to tell me the truth unless I play this game.

Mingi : but she's already physically hurt as it is, yunho. Now you're going to hurt her this way too?

Yunho : it is the only way, I can’t have her running away from me again.

Mingi let out a breath, looking away as yunho took another sip of his wine. Wine, his only friend through the nights he had missed her and the sea. That and mingi, of course. Mingi had been with him through everything, he was the only one who didn’t have to adress yunho by his title except two other people, yunho's mother, and yumi.

Mingi : what do you suspect?

Yunho : hmm?

Mingi : why do you think she burned that village, yunho?

Yunho : I think she's scared, scared of my love for her. The people hate her, mingi, you know that. If I were to marry her and make her queen, it would cause the end of my dynasty and my rule. She doesn’t want that, and the only way she can prevent it is to make me hate her.

Mingi : that does sound like captain.

Yunho nodded, leaning back against his chair as he whispered

Yunho : I miss her.

Mingi : she's right across the hall, yunho.

Yunho : and I still can’t hold her. Even when she's hurt, even when she's so close to me after so long, I can’t even see her.

Mingi : you're putting yourself through torture like this, yunho.

Yunho smiled, taking a last sip of his wine before saying

Yunho : I could put myself through hell for us to be together.

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"Then sleep, close your eyes baby. I'll take care of you"

Did she dream that? Did yunho not actually say it to her? Was it her hallucination? It could be possible, yumi thought. She had missed him every single day in her life since he had left, and the guilt of destroying his village tore at her heart every time she thought of it. The look in his eyes when yumi had brought that knife to the child's neck, and what he had said before she left "you are a monster".

Yumi wouldn’t have done anything to that child even if yunho had tried to do something to her, it was just something she'd suddenly done in order to get away. Because if she stayed longer, she'd have let yunho convince her that their love was possible in this world. If she had stayed, she would've killed yunho. But she hadn't expected yunho to actually think she was a monster.

But then again, yumi supposed that was the whole point.

Yumi pressed her lips together, just that small action causing her enough pain to not do it again. She had lost count of the days and nights that she had spent in that dungeon, getting beaten by soldiers over and over again until she couldn't even sit up anymore. And even after that they had kicked her on the floor, bruising every part of her body until yumi had lost consciousness.

After that she only had vague memories of being carried to the execution ground, the people around screaming and shouting at her to remove the mask that covered her face. And then yumi had been thrown against a wooden block with dried blood all over it, that hitting her head once again as she lost consciousness.

Yumi opened her eyes as she heard the door open, a few maids walking in with things yumi didn't bother to look. One of them came up to yumi before saying

??? : we have brought you food to eat.

Yumi looked over at the tray that was now brought closer to her, another maid opening the lid as the sight of food yumi never thought she'd have the chance of even seeing fell upon her. Yumi didn’t know the names of half of these dishes, but the smell was heavenly. As for the past year, yumi had had nothing except cold bread and milk. And maybe, if the heavens blessed her, a bowl of rice and cold expired jjigae that reminded her of a home that existed no longer. And for the past week, yumi had had nothing at all except maybe water.

Except she couldn't move her hands.

Yumi : I can't…

??? : oh worry not, we will feed you as well. Now if you let us.

Yumi paused as the maid walked closer to her, slowly holding her back as they lifted her up slowly. Yumi let out a moan in pain as a pillow was rested behind her, the maid finally allowing yumi to rest her back against it as she was now in a sitting position.

??? : what would you like to have first, miss?

Yumi just wanted to have something.

Yumi : it doesn’t really matter to me.

The maid smiled as she motioned the other maid to bring her the soup, the maid slowly starting to feed yumi as she sipped at it hungrily.

??? : is it good?

Yumi hummed, taking another sip of the soup as the maid smiled before asking

??? : what is your name?

Yumi pressed her lips together, realizing that she should probably come up with another name. because if she were to say her true one, the maid would probably use the fork lying next to them and stab yumi to death.

Yumi : yuri, han yuri.

That had been the name her mother had given her at birth. And it was the name yumi had used until she was taken away from her dying mother by her father, who had then been a pirate. And then he'd given her a new name, a new identity. And out of honor for her father, she had stuck with that up until now.

??? : that is a very pretty name for a pretty lady.

No one except yunho had called her pretty. And given her condition at the moment, yumi presumed the maid was just lying to make her feel better.

??? : how do you know our prince?

More lies.

Yumi : we…we were friends, long ago. And I uh, got lost in the woods a few days ago and he found me and brought me here.

??? : ah, I see. Our prince has always been really generous. You see, miss han, the prince's father used to be very tyrannical in his rule. He'd exploit everything and everyone around him to any extent possible. All of our people had been drowning in debts, our lands taken away from us by cruel officers. And then 3 years ago the king fell ill, and the prince took over.

Yumi supposed that was after yunho had returned back from the sea.

??? : and he cleared all our debts, just like that. He gave us back our lands and he reduced the taxes as much as he could. And for a year he went around the nation, listening to our people's problems and helping them. And because of him, now we are no longer starving, our children not dying of malnutrition anymore. Because of him we are now a prosperous nation, miss han. And it has been a century since our land was prosperous and wealthy.

Yumi smiled, this was what she had known yunho was capable of. He had saved his kingdom, he had done everything yumi had expected him to. And she was proud of him. At least one of them achieved what they'd wanted.

The maid smiled, taking the bowl of noodles next as she said

??? : you are a lucky lady, miss han.

Yumi : why is that?

??? : you have managed to win over our prince's heart. To have a man like him as your husband would be a blessing, I'm sure.

Yumi lowered her eyes, it would be a blessing, of course. But to love a man like that and still not get to be with him because of who you were? That was all but a curse.

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5 days later :

Yumi had continued to receive princess treatment for almost a week now, all the maids fussing over her in order to make her life as comfortable as possible. They all seemed to love yunho, and since they assumed yumi to be his future queen, they loved her too. And all through that yumi could only imagine how they'd feel if they were to know the truth, that she was a criminal receiving treatment people could only dream of.

Yumi couldn't move much from her bed throughout the past days, and hence she'd just tried to sleep as much as possible. But today yumi felt much better, although it still hurt. And apparently the maids had known it too.

??? : good afternoon, miss han. Would you like to take a bath now? Seeing as how you've gotten slightly better?

Now this, yumi would have to refuse. There was no way she was going to let them see her naked and vulnerable like that.

Yumi : I don’t want it.

??? : but miss, you can’t stand up by yourself-

Yumi : I don’t want to bath then, please leave me alone.

The maids seemed shocked at how stern she was now being.

??? : these-these are orders from the prince, miss, we cannot possibly disobey-

Yumi : then tell your prince I am giving you no choice. Let him do whatever he wants with it.

The maids looked taken aback at yumi's words, obviously so. For someone who was supposed to be of a lower rank than the future king, yumi seemed to speak of the prince as if he were nothing.

Yumi : leave.

The maid let out a breath, motioning for the other maids to follow her as they left the room together. Yumi sighed, closing her eyes to get herself to sleep once again. It hurt too much to stay awake. But just then the door banged open, making yumi open her eyes as it landed on a fuming prince who looked as if he could kill her. Yumi smiled, there he was.

Yunho : for someone who can barely even open her eyes, you have such attitude, captain.

Yumi : you came.

Yunho : who do you think is going to bathe you, kim yumi?

Yumi : mm, I don’t know. Do you wish to do it?

Yunho scoffed, looking away as he said

Yunho : unbelievable.

Yumi : I'll do it myself, yunho. You can go.

Yunho frowned and was about to say something when yumi pressed onto her hands, trying to lift herself up from the bed as his eyes widened. Yunho quickly held onto yumi, making her yelp as she fell against his chest.

Yunho : are you fucking crazy? You're bloody wounded-

Yumi : it doesn't matter. I can still-

Yunho : no you cannot!

Yumi paused, looking up at yunho as she realized how close they were now. Yumi's fingers moved, the desire in her to touch the face of the person she had missed so much almost eating her alive. Except she couldn’t do any of that, not when that person probably hated yumi now.

Yumi : I-

Yunho : why can’t you just let the maids do this for you, jesus!

Yumi : I don’t want them to see it.

Yunho : see what?

Yumi lowered her eyes as she whispered

Yumi : you know what, yunho. My…my scars.

Yunho paused, he had forgotten about it.

Yumi : they're worse now.

Yunho shut his eyes tightly, this was not how he had intended this to go. But he supposed there was no other choice.

Yunho : then I will do it.

Yumi : what?

Yunho : I will help you bath, yumi.

Yumi's eyes widened as yunho stood up, slowly putting his hands under legs before lifting her up from the bed. Yumi hummed, the sudden pain from having to move her body almost bringing tears to her eyes. Yunho walked towards the bathroom that was originally his, the bathtub already filled with water as yunho slowly placed yumi in it. Yumi clenched her jaw as she felt the cool water come in contact with her wounds, trying not to let out sounds of pain as she adjusted herself in the tub. Yunho pressed his lips together, kneeling down as he came to the same level as yumi before whispering

Yunho : I'm going to take these off.

This was the part yumi was scared of, her body was vastly different from what it was when yunho had last seen it. But then again, yunho probably didn't care for her as much as he did back then anymore.

Yumi nodded at yunho as she looked down at her dirty clothes, yunho slowly removing her buttons as he took her frock off carefully. Yunho let out a small gasp as yumi's bare body came to his view, her skin now covered in scars, both old and new. These scars were more brutal than her old ones, and imagining what yumi would've had to go through to attain these, yunho felt his heart crash.

Yunho : how…yumi what-

Yumi : it's different, I know.

Yunho : did my soldiers do this to you? How long have you been here, yumi.

Yunho hated the fact that he hadn't been responsible enough to check the dungeons, believing that his mother was much better at dealing with criminals than he was. But he could’ve prevented this, if it wasn't for his carelessness, yumi wouldn't be in this situation right now.

Yumi : I don’t know. I…I lost track.

Yunho : and the others, where are the others? San, wooyoung-

Yumi : they're all dead, yunho.

Yunho's eyes widened in shock and horror. What?

Yumi : they've been dead for a year now.

Yunho : no, it can’t be.

Yumi : it is my fault. I…we went for-for a mission and I messed up and…and mina, I lost her. The others, they blamed me for her death. They said it my fault she had died and that her life was sacrificed for nothing. And then…then they wanted to leave. I told them it would be dangerous, I told them the land was not for us but they went anyway and a month later when I returned they had…they had all been hanged, yunho.

Tears streamed down yunho's eyes as yumi let out a heart-wrenching sob, her hands coming up to cover her face as yunho quickly wrapped his arms around her. Fuck his plan, fuck what he had wanted to hear from yumi, fuck everything. Damn it all.

Yunho : I'm so sorry.

Yumi whimpered against yunho's chest, the pain of losing her family that she'd never gotten over and the feeling of relief in feeling the warmth of yunho once again hitting her all at once.

Yumi : please tell me he…mingi, please tell me he's not-

Yunho : he's alive, he's alive love, he's okay.

Yumi sobbed against yunho's chest, her entire body shaking in pain as she said

Yumi : I should've been the one that had died, yunho. Mina, she-she shouldn't have-

Yunho : don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that.

Yumi shook her head desperately as she said

Yumi : you should have just let me get executed, I deserved that after all that I have done.

Yunho shut his eyes as his tears fell onto the tub, his heart tearing apart at yumi's sobs.

Yunho : this isn’t your fault, yumi. You can’t do this to yourself.

Yumi sniffled against yunho's chest, her fingers clutching onto his shirt as she whispered

Yumi : I am no longer a captain, yunho. I have failed all of them, everyone.

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babyxbunnyx · 1 year

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Have you ever thought about being gay? Pt. 2

Summary: The day after working on the project.

Relationship: Ben Gross x Male Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1969 words

Explanations: (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color, (y/l/n) = your last name, (y/m/n) = your moms name

A/N: Alrighty so here is part 2 to my story "Have you ever thought about being gay?". Its quite longer than part 1 and I'm surprised its almost at the 2000 words mark. Part 3 will follow soon, featuring the actual date between reader and Ben. Hope you'll like it!

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When they woke up the next day, (Y/N) was still laying on top of Ben. The (younger/older) blushed and sat up. "S-Sorry if I invalidated your personal space." Ben chuckled, before sitting up. "Don't worry (Y/N). If I wanted you to move I would have said something. Now you better call your mom and tell her to come over. I still have to explain why you stayed the night." The (h/c) boy smiled and nodded. "She is so gonna kill me."

He grabbed his phone, taking a deep breath before calling his mother. After a few seconds, she picked up. "You are in a lot of trouble young man! Have you any idea how worried I was?! Where have you been?!" The (h/c) boy moved the phone away from his ear, even Ben could hear her screams coming from the phone. "Mom I am really sorry, I was working on a group project with my classmate Ben at his place and we didn't notice how late it was. We finished at 11pm and he offered to let me sleep over since he didn't think it was safe walking home for me yesterday. I am really really sorry Mom, I promise it won't happen again." After his little speech was over, he took a momant to catch some air. "Okay.. if you are telling the truth you won't mind handing the phone over to your classmate." (Y/N) sighed, before handing the phone to the brown haired male. Ben looked at him confused, before taking the phone. 'She wants to talk to you' the other whispered.

Ben nodded, before he started to speak. "Hello Miss (y/l/n). This is Ben Gross, (Y/N)'s classmate. I am truly sorry for yesterday. We were so focused on the project we forgot about what time it was." Ben fidgeted with his shirt. "Well I suppose I can excuse this one time. I would like to see the project though." Ben smiled, relaxing a bit. "Of course Miss (y/l/n)! I'd be happy to show it to you. (Y/N) will send you my address shortly. We'll see you soon." The woman on the other end of the phone nodded to herself. "Thank you. See you soon."

With that, they both hung up and Ben gave the other his phone back. "And? How did it go? Was she furious?" Ben put on a neutral facade. "She's coming over. You should send her my adress." (Y/N)'s face began to flush. He started to panic until he heard some laughter. He gasped, realizing what Ben had done. "You ass!! I was scared man!" Ben couldn't stop laughing. "I'm sorry but I had to! She will be coming over and you should send her the address. You aren't in trouble, she just wants to see the project and pick you up." The brown haired boys laughter toned down, turning into a sly grin seeing the other boy beginning to pout.

"Meanie.." The (h/c) quickly sent his mom the address before getting up. He took off the shirt Ben gave him and started to get dressed back in his own clothes. "My mom is most likley gonna be here in a few minutes. You should probably get dressed if you wanna make a good impression." The (shorter/taller) giggled as Ben rushed to get dressed and fix his hair.

Not long after, they heard the doorbell and rushed downstairs to greet (Y/N)'s mom. "Hey Mom! Again I am so so sorry!" Miss (y/l/n) embraced her son, smiling seeing her son was okay. "Hey its okay dear. I am glad you are safe and spent time on your project. I can let that one slide. Just text me next time something like this happens, okay? I was worried about you." She looked over towards Ben with a straight face, making him stiffen up a bit. "Thanks for talking my son out of walking home." She put out her hand towards Ben. "I'm (y/m/n)." She smiled warmly allowing Ben to relax again and shaking her hand. "Of course Miss. It felt like my duty to talk him out of it. Now you wanted to see our project right? Its not finished yet but (Y/N) made some smazing scetches for the poster. I have never seen someone better than him." While (Y/N) blushed at the praise, his mom smiled warmly. "He is truly amazing at art. He got it from his father. And please, just call me by my first name Ben." The brown haired nodded, before taking his two guests up to his bedroom. While (Y/N)'s mom looked over the project, the (taller/shorter) smiled at Ben. "She likes you. She usually doesn't offer first name base so fast." (Y/N) whispered. This made the other look at the (younger/older) surprised. "Really? I'm glad she likes me then. She's really nice." (Y/N) nodded, before looking at his mom. "Those sketches are really good honey. Have you decided if you wanna get into the art school yet? I'm sure you'd like it there.. your dad went there too." She smiled. "I.. I haven't decidet yet. I don't wanna leave my friends mom.. I.. I know it would make dad proud if I left for art school but.. I don't know.. do you think he would be dissapointed if I didn't go there?" The (h/c) looked down to his feet. "Oh Honey no! Your dad would be proud regardless if you go or not! If you don't want to leave than it's okay! Its your life baby, so you get to decide where you want to go or what you want to do! He would be so proud seeing how far you have gone." With that, she pulled her son into a hug. "We should head out now. Again, thank you for letting my son stay the night. I hope I will meet you again soon, Ben." She smiled and Ben returned that. "Of course (y/m/n). It was really nice meeting you. Get home safley." And with that, (Y/N) and his mom left.

Once they were on their way, (Y/N)'s mom smirked. "So.. you and Ben huh?" The (h/c) face went pale. "W-What no!" She giggled. "Oh come on dear. I saw how your eyes sparked. There is something going on between the two of you. I'm your mother, I know you better than you think" She smiled warmly. "O-Okay fine.. we may have a date tomorrow.." His mom gasped. "I knew it! When is it? What are you gonna do? Have you decidet what to wear yet?" She gently ruffled her sons hair. "Okay stop! One thing at a time mom! He's picking me up at 2, I actually don't know what we'll do and no I haven't decided what to wear and I could really need some help deciding.." He smiled at his mom, knowing helping him would make her happy. "You can count on me dear. I hope Ben will make you happy in the future. He's a nice young man." She smiled warmly at her son. "He is already making me happy mom.. I'm just a little scared.. what if he wants to keep me a secret in school? I think I'm his first boy experience..." She gently put her hand on his thigh. "Oh honey if he won't show you off at school he isn't worth your time okay? Just have fun tomorrow and don't let those thoughts get you down." (Y/N) smiled at those words. "Thanks mom. I love you." "I love you too dear."

Short after, they arrived home and the (e/c) boy went upstairs to his room. He laid down on his bed, giggling to himself. 'I have a date with Ben tomorrow!!' He couldn't help but feel happy about that. He dreamt about dating his crush for so long now and tomorrow his dream will come true. How could he not be overly exited? After a bit, he managed to calm down enough to start with his homework. Yet the upcoming date with Ben never left his mind.

After a few hours, his mom called him down for dinner and the topic 'Date with Ben' got brought back up. "So.. have you thought about what kind of style you want to go with for the date?" (Y/N) looked up. "Hm.. I think I wanna bring out my love for art a bit?" He looked at his mom, making sure he understood what he meant. "And I want it to be something cute!" His mom nodded. "How about those old overall pants you never wear? We could customize it with some of your fabric paint? You know, paint some stuff on it, putting splashes of paint? And pair it with your black converse and a simple black T-Shirt? So you'd look cute and artsy?" "That sounds amazing! Lets get straight to work after dinner so the paint can dry for tomorrow! Thank you so much mom!" The middle-aged woman smiled. "Of course dear. Anything for you."

After dinner, they went back to (Y/N)'s room to start on the pants. While the (h/c) boy got the paint ready, his mom spread out the pants on a few sheets of parchment paper. "Any idea what you want to do?" The boy nodded. "I wanna start with some blue, green and purple splashed all over those pants and then draw some daisys on the pockets." He said exited. "That sounds amazing! Lets get started then shall we?" (Y/N) nodded and they started to splash the color on the pants. After the front was all covered in paint, (Y/N) started to draw daisies on the front pocket. After that was done, they decidet to take a small break so the paint could dry enough to flip the pants over. "This already looks amazing. Ben is gonna fall straight in love with you honey." (Y/M/N) smilled proudly. She felt happy for her son. "Thank you mom. I better hope he will, I like him a lot." "Alright lover boy, lets get some snacks and hot chocolate. I have to take a break, my back is killing me." They laughed, walking in the kitchen to grab snacks and hot chocolate.

They laughed a lot, talking about some rude classmates, (Y/N)'s friends and (Y/M/N)'s coworkers. The (h/c) could feel his tension fading away. "I think the paint should be dry enough by now. Lets finish it, hang it up and go to bed. You'll have an exciting day tomorrow." (Y/N) nodded, making his way back to his room to finish the pants. Together with his mom, it was done in no time. They giggled with each other and hung the pants up to dry. "Good night dear, sleep well." "Good night mom, you too!" With that, his mom left and (Y/N) was left alone in his room. He picked up his phone, seeing a new text from Ben. He smiled, before opening it.

Benji<3: Hey, got home safe?

(Y/N): Heyy, yeah got home safe! Sorry for the late awnser, I was working on something with my mom hehe

Benji<3: Oh? What were you working on? Show me!

(Y/N): You'll see tomorrow Benji! It's a surprise!

Benji<3: Oh come ooon (Y/N). I don't wanna wait!

(Y/N): Nope. Not a chance. I'm heading to bed now, sleep well Benji! See you tomorrow!

With that, he put away his phone and tried to sleep.

Benji<3: Sleep well (Y/N) see you tomorrow <3

#ben gross x male reader #ben gross x reader #nhie x reader #nhie netflix #x reader

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streets-in-paradise · 6 months

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Risking It - BarclayPierce ( Andy x Nica)

Warnings: Nica showing Andy how much she loves his body. No explicit smut, but it's Implied that he has a praise kink.

Summary: When it comes to clothes, Andy has allways been a comfort prioritizer, but constantly playing it safe also means never taking risks. A smirk from Nica while hearing the mere suggestion of encouraging him to try crop tops is enough for him to accept taking the challenge.

Notes: Since we have been talking about the fatphobia in the show, this is my small contribution for some positivity :)

Tags: @barclaysangel @series-thoughts

The idea would have never occured to him before, but it had a source of inspiration he couldn't ignore. Used to being teased about his dressing style by the kids, he finally asked the twins what was wrong with it and the ultimate verdict was lack of risks. That didn't worry him much, since he was a comfort prioritizer, but he still let them ramble some ideas describing their definition of risk. Nica was having fun observing the horror some of the suggestions caused him, at least untill one got her interest.

She was smirking when crop tops were mentioned and that didn't go unnoticed.

" You have to be kidding, nobody wants to see that. " He mocked himself while showing awareness to her. " It's not my thing, and it would look ridículous … Who do you think I am? Brad Pitt in Fight Club? Not with these. "

He pointed at the rolls on his stomach.

" And who told you abs are a requirement to wear one? " She sweetly teased him ríght away. " I do think it would look great on you. "

"Challenging your insecurities is good. It's clear you cling to the baggy shirts to distract from the tummy the same way dad does with the platforms and heels because he hates being short. " Glenda commented, then shared a complicit glance with Nica because she was the source of the rumour about Chucky they were reproducing. " Dressing a fat body shouldn't have to be about hidding it all the time, Andy. "

It was very kind of them, but he wasn't convinced.

" I get it, but i'm not going to get from zero to one hundred in one move."

" It would look cute! And I can help you find one that fits your style. " Glen encouraged him. " The important thing is that you try the risk and see how you feel about it."

" But it's always on you. " Nica concluded, cutting them off to point out an important detail. " Remember not to push yourself just because we think it can be fun. Chucky took many uncomfortable risks with my looks and i don't feel like being that fun anymore, so a safe wardrove is another thing we have in common. "

Andy smiled and approached to give her a peck on the lips.

" You look lovely in anything you choose to wear. " He praised her afterwards. " I'm pretty sure you are going to regret the curiosity. "

Nica was giving him a mischievously skeptical glance while replying.

" I don't think so, confidence is your best fit … very sexy of you. "

That comment was the final temptation convincing him of trying it. He didn't admit it then, but secretly started to consider it. Glen had shared him some adresses of online stores with trustable sizing and good stuff where Andy began eyeing untill finding one he could at least imagine himself trying. The too tíght and colorfull ones were too much, he also saw a few made of fishnet that he sincerely couldn't imagine anyone wearing comfortably besides, peraphs, an 80's rockstar. There were some more bassic ones, black or white, with pop culture or classic rock prints he felt more inclined towards. Between those he stumbled with the black one he ended up choosing pretty much for the print.

The first try on happened a day when the kids weren't arround. They were always good intentioned, but but sometimes they could be little shits messing with him just for the fun of it. Lexy s honesty could get cruel despite she wouldn't even realize it, the boys could find the image funny just for the sake of the shocking change causing impact and only the twins would be cheering. He was surely doing it out of curiosity, but the only opinion he wanted to know besides from his own was Nica's.

Risking it was worthy even if it was just for her reaction. She seemed so interested, that damn provokative smirk had said it all … What could he had possibly done, but indulge her? He did feel a bit strange at first, like showing too much skin from all the wrong places, but wasn't sure about shying away on the first impression. The main trait the crop top was designed to highlight was the belly, his self perceived most troubled area, so his girlfriend's curiosity was quite a mistery to him.

She stumbled with the sight entering to the bedroom while he was evaluating his feelings about it. She wasn't seeing it coming and the first glimpse clearly offered to her was from the back, the sides of his bare love handles and his clothed ass in pants that weren't loose enough to hide his shape. Her lips parted as her eyes silently roamed his image.

It was completely unusual and exciting. Nica knew that Andy wasn't the kind of guy going cassualy shirtless while washing the car. She would normally only get to see something like that during intimate times or accidentally walking in when he had just showered. He had her used to feeling like an eighteenth century man looking at bare ankles with the accidental lift of a long skirt if his shirts would have a few open buttons exposing a bit of neck.

He was a gift for her eyes, yet her ears couldn't believe what he had to say about it.

" I think this isn't working. " Was his awkward verdict. " You can tell Glen and Glenda that I tried, but it doesn't feel good. I'm just too fat for it. "

Feeling so teased while he was venting his genuine insecurities was frustrating for her. If he could turn back and see how she was already drooling, maybe he wouldn't be overthinking.

" … Come here, big boy. " She seductively purred. " Let me see the front. "

Andy followed her hesitantly, but clearly affected by her sensual teasing tone.

Her first observation was a more neutral one, but it kept implying enjoyment of some sort.

" Back to the Future? Damn, you are such a nerd " She pointed at the print " … I love it tho, when you get nerdy. "

He smiled, but breaking eye contact to look down because the praise started to make him shy. He was weak for praising and he could vaguely tell it was just starting.

" So … What do you think? "

Nica was grabbing the arms of her wheelchair tíghtly, her eyes have never abandoned him and she didn't notice she was biting her bottom lip.

If they would be on a classic cartoon, she would be barking and howling.

" Fine, too fine. " Was all she could artículate. " Hot, so freaking hot. Thank you for your service, sir. "

He chuckled, wondering what was so sexy of seeing most of his flabby belly out.

" Is it just for the confidence or are you really into it? I can change real quick … "

" Don't!!" She cutted him off, urgence making her wheel closer. " It looks perfect … I swear, Andy, shut down those self deprecating thoughts because i can't think ríght … I'm not myself when you are in front of me in all your thick glory. "

Any rational seeming doubt jumped out from his mind to those words.

" Carefull, baby love. " He pleaded softly. " You know what this does to me and you are going to get us in trouble if the kids show up. Are you risking it? "

She was desperate for it, all over him as soon as the teasing question gave her the consent call. Her hands were grabbing his hips as her lips avidly searched for the spot of belly skin that was more accesible to her from that position in order to start planting kisses.

It was clear that the new item would not last much on despite how much she loved it.

#barclaypierce #andy barclay #nica pierce #alex vincent #fiona dourif #chucky #cult of chucky #chucky series

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the-raptors-lore · 7 months

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Continuation from this!

@alphatimeline-orchid

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"No offense taken," Sirius reassured her unbothered and merely shrugged his shoulders. He's the one who worded it like that; from experience nonetheless.

A sound left him when Orchid mentioned her encounter with camping illagers. It could've been anything from an amused exhale to a scoff.

"No wonder. Most groups are based on- mh, let’s say respect. You gotta butt your heads with them, show 'em what you got, grow some horns. Otherwise none is going to accept you being around," he chimed in to lecture her. It was such a small natural rule he was familiar with from a young age, but Orchid simply didn't experience such.

"Being all…" He pauses again, looking Orchid over. "Soft and passive and all talk doesn't really speak to most." He wouldn't consider her particularly dangerous or physically strong by the looks; and the rowdy and the rough love to pick on those who feign innocence.

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The Allay disrupting Orchid mid speech, the Vex jumping into position, but mostly the sudden wave of dread emitting from them had Sirius alarmed in an instant. Instinctively reaching for the crossbow at his side, stopping only pixels away from it, he registered this wasn't an attempt for a strike but a slip up in Orchid' muttered words.

He froze in place, peering at her. There was a heavy pause as he questioned himself if he even heard right. This couldn't be true, he must've misheard. Such apples can't be crafted if that's what she meant to say out loud.

Still, there is no doubt. Keeping his eyes on her, Orchids expression alongside her little guardians whizzing about like bees protecting their nest spoke for itself. A secret he wasn't meant to overhear.

He slowly dropped his guard again, straightening up ever so slowly. This wasn't the time to interrogate her. Not out here. They've lingered too long in one place for his liking anyway.

"... Speaking of healers. You might wanna see one," he changed the subject almost nonchalantly. Even if he assumed a neutral pose, leaving his hands in the open, away from the weapons at his side, the air felt heavy; too heavy to take a breath or relax just yet.

Without another word he turned and walked up to his ravager, leaving Orchid to herself for a moment. He'd nudge Silas in the sides with his knee to prompt her to pay attention, who in turn decided to ignore him. Chewing on the rest of the hay bale now enclosed in the beast's jaws, she only answered with varied growls and drawn out rumbles, complaining furiously.

Catching his foot in the stirrup, Sirius mounted the ravager in one smooth movement. An easy move while Silas was laying.

Even if he wasn't looking at her, his attention was on Orchid at all times, he listened for movement, her shuffling, the chimes of her companions, any step she'd take, until he turned to adress her.

“Come on. I know someone who can fix you up. I think you'll like them,” he spoke almost too calmly for comfort. Giving her an encouraging nod towards the free space behind him, he outstretched his hand just in case she'd need it.

Sirius has been considerably nicer than others and had made an effort to help out a stranger, but there's no chance to read his intentions now. Orchid's slip up in words might have tipped the scales to warrant his suspicion, or he truly didn't hear or believe her.

With Sirius' legs crossed once again, sitting on a ravager who isn't too eager to get up just yet, this would be Orchid's chance if she decided to run. On the other hand, if the illager spoke true and did intend to bring her to safety, then this might be her only chance to heal up and rest properly; finally giving her a break from danger.

#there is a choice to be made #I actually had to google what that metal loop thing on horse saddle is called #you know the thing you put your feet in when riding #maybe he's nice maybe he doesn't want to fight angry little spirits today #nudging Silas in the side with his knee is another way to say he kicked her... “softly” lmao #they can keep talking on the way but this way they actually get somewhere pfpfpf #continued post #the reply had me charged electrified so so excited ppfff #ngl this could've turned terrible if she met him some other time in the past lmao #minecraft #orchid #sirius #mineblr #rp #silas #ravager #illager #reply

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mha-shiz · 10 hours

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We'll meet again~

Izuku and Bakugo don't meet until years after the incident.

To the point where they have both been well established in their own areas of expertise.

Bakugo became one of the top heros in the world, while Izuku grew his own power and influence in the underworld. Even being the final cause of Overhaul's fall, takeing his place seamlessly.

When Katsuki and Izuku do finally meet again. It's when Bakugo tries to infiltrate the Meta Liberation army.

He went undercover with Hawks, havwing Tokoyami and Mirio as a backup.

And there, on stage with the rest of the generals, was Izuku Midoriya. Who had an air of calm calculation about him.

When he saw Katsuki in the crowd, all he could do, was smile. Showing off what that "hero" turned in into, he made a speech about how power shall rule, weather or not you have a quirk. That they shall become better than who they were yesterday, and destroy whatever comes in their way of that.

The crowd cheered.

This, wasn't the sweet Izuku Katsuki knew... this... was something... he had created... after breaking the old one..

Katsuki couldn't stand to be jn that audience anymore. So he left, running into a little girl? She had to be around what he calculated Eris age would be by now. It also seemed like her, a much more healthier her at that, witch was good... right?

"You are the one who hurt my big brother, right."

"I don't know what ya mean kid-"

Eri glared at Bakugo before leaveing.

That's when, Izuku came back, with the girl by his side "thank you Eri, you didn't have to" he smiled sweetly at the girl, just like the Deku he knew... then the girl ran off

"Let's have a drink together. Shall we. Bakugo."

Katsuki kind of froze. There was Venom in Izukus words. And he didn't adress him by his nickname, so, things were still most definitely bad... but he still went with Izuku.

Izukus office was small and simple. But it did have some things strewn about it, Izuku and Todoroki, Izuku with some of the other leaders, Izuku and the girl and a guy with arrows on his hair.

While the man himself pulled out two glasses and some fireball whiskey along with some wine. They still knew eachothers preferences after all these years...

Bakugo took his seat across from Izuku and looked into his drink

:its not poisoned, that would be too boring and simple of a death someone like you deserves if that's what you're thinking"

"I- Izuku... im sorry... for everything-"

"Wow- a genuine apology- sorry to say, but you're far, FAR too late for that" Izuku took a sip of his wine in apathy

"I toight it should be out there-"

"And why would i accept it? You have done nothing to try to save me over the years- didn't even look for me when you could. Just relied on the same useless people who failed me in the first place"

Katsuki didn't have any retort to that, so he just drank the fireball, God he wished it was poisoned. But sadly, it wasn't.

"Hoestly, you wouldn't belive what I've had to do to get here. You have it so easy still, after all these years"

"I've missed you... I've missed our friendship..."

"You call the abuse you put me trough FRIENDSHIP" Izuku couldn't help but laugh "I can't imagine what you put your poor husband trough if that was friendship to you"

"I would never-"

"Hurt Ejiro?- right? I managed to learn about that little crush you had on me- so now I'm wondering when you're going to slip, and hurt him too? Or maybe you'll kill him with your presious quirk!" he couldn't help but giggle at that

"I don't have to take this-" Bakgo got up pissed off

"Also-" izuku sipped his wine "If I see you or Hawks here again, neither of you will exist anymore. Got it?♡"

Bakugo just nodded before leaveing, takeing Hawks with him.

Izuku would have to deal with the pissed off Dabi later, but that's fine. Dabis bird stepped out of line with that. So they can't be here anymore. Simple as that.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #yakuza deku

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stydiaandthejeep · 2 years

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Eleven steps out of the cabin at night, unable to sleep after everything that happened. Mike comes to check on her and they finally, finally get a moment alone.

A mileven one shot that follows the events of the season finale

Eleven was still buzzing with the adrenaline of the day. After staying up until midnight, crowding in with everybody on the floor of the small cabin, Joyce had made the executive decision of sending all the teenagers to sleep, with the promise that they would get back to coming up with a plan first thing in the morning.

Hopper fell asleep on the blankets that Joyce had laid on the floor for him, and was now snoring loudly,just like El remembered from their days there. She watched him silently for a few moments, trying to convince herself that he was right there, safe and sound. The rest of the party had gone home to reassure their parents and get some rest, but she couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard she tried. It was all too fresh, too present in her mind: Max lying down in a hospital bed unresponsive, the deep despair she had felt confronting Vecna, seeing Papa bleed out in the desert.

She stepped out in the cold night air, trying to seek comfort from the familiar sounds and smells. One of Hopper's old hoddies was wrapped around her, and she had made the porch light turn on with a faint smile, relishing the return of her powers. Among everything that happened, she hadn't had a moment alone with Mike. They had been quiet the whole ride over, the shock of the battle leaving her speechless. Mike had given her space and only adressed her to ask of she was hungry or tired, and although unable to speak, she had tried to convey with her eyes how much what he had said meant to her. All she could read in his eyes was sickening worry, for her and his friends,his family.

Just then she heard the sound of steps coming from the trail, and a faint voice calling out. 'El? Is that you?'

She could make out Mike's silhouette even before he stepped into the light before her. She smiled, not even questioning why he wasn't home, or how worried his mom would be if she found out.

He looked pale and worried, and his voice was raspier than usual. ' I'm sorry if you still needed your space, I just.. I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to check and make sure you were okay.'

There was a nervous energy in the lines of his body, and El knew he had wanted to see her alone just as much as she did. When she spoke up her voice was quieter than usual, almost foreign to her. She felt in control of her powers, yet acting like a normal human was an effort. ' No space. Come sit with me.'

Mike breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down on the step, a respectable distance between them. She had raised her eyebrows in confusion and scooted over until they were pressed next to each other in the chilly air. Mike let out a small chuckle and then shyly wrapped his left arm around her waist, the way he did sometimes when they were hanging out in the mall food court. Eleven felt her whole body relax at the contact - tears welled up in her eyes, this time not for Max or for her dad. It had just hit her, how badly she had missed Mike.

'Missed.You.'

She hated how her power draining had made her speech regress to what it used to be before she met the party. Mike didn't question it, instead nodding and pulling her even closer.

' I missed you too. Well, I guess my speech back at the pizza shop made that quite obvious.' Even in the dim light, the girl could see how Mike's cheeks has turned a lovely shade of pink. Continuing to avoid eye contact, Mike grabbed her other hand and interlocked it with his. ' In case it wasn't obvious how in love I am with you, now I won't ever hear the end of it from the other guys.'

Eleven laughed, letting her heart swell with joy for just a few seconds, taking it in that someone loved her for who she was. She suddenly remembered how short her hair was now and what she was wearing, and she ran her fingers through it, as if that would make it magically grow back. Mike noticed the gesture and turned slightly to look at her.

' Don't worry about that, El. It will grow back. And you're still pretty regardless of it. Always."

Their voices had grown to whispers, and Eleven leaned her forehead into his shoulder as a thank you. Mike cleared his throat and took advantage of her breaking eye contact.

' I thought you weren't waking up, El. For a few, terrifying moments, my heart stopped in place and you weren't opening your eyes or breathing or twitching anymore. There was nothing but silence and the sound of Will crying and all I could think was that I had really lost you this time. You weren't taken away from me, or moving to another state. For a moment in time you were simply gone and I thought I was going to lose my mind.'

Eleven looked up, and she was met by Mike's dark eyes filled with tears. She hated seeing him cry. All she wanted was for them to be a normal teenage couple, sneaking kisses in the movie theater. She was tired of everything ripping them from one another, of having to fight for every single moment of happiness. She wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie and he tried to smile, trying not to worry her. She remembered how his words had pulled her back from One. How she hadn't realised that in every other way that counted, Mike had been saying he loved her ever since that day in the woods.

' I'm here. Not going anywhere. And..'

She mustered up all her energy into her word, trying to sound coherent.

' I could never not want you. I'm sorry if I made you get those feelings.'

The energy was worth the grin that had spread on his face, a tinge of relief in it. Softly, he brought up his hand to gently cup her jaw. She let herself imagine they really were just a couple of teenagers, sneaking out at night to get a moment alone. An intense feeling rushed through her whenever Mike looked at her like he did then, with darkened eyes and complete focus ( Max once told her those were called 'butterflies').

'Can I kiss you, El?'

The next moment there was a loud snore that broke through the silence from the cabin, which made Eleven giggle and made Mike look completely terrified. She winked at him playfully and the next moment the porch light went out,along with any other lights around,leaving them in complete darkness. Even so, El could see how completely amazed Mike looked, laughing silently in disbelief.

She felt his lips gently pressing on hers, so she brought up her hands to tangle themselves in Mike's hair. They were soft at first, but Eleven could feel their shared desperation to get closer pour into their kiss, and she tried her best to convey all her feelings within it. Time bent and snapped into place, and all she could feel and focus for a few wonderful moments was Mike, his lips moving against hers,his scent, the feel of his hand on her jaw. She tugged at his hair while carried away and she felt him groan into her mouth, and so she pulled back immediately.

' Sorry. I hurt you?' Her question was genuine and applogetic, but she could sense Mike smiling, amused.

'No,no. That wasn't a bad, um, sound.'

She was pretty sure this was somehow related to some really awkward talks she had with Nancy a while ago, yet she wanted to make sure she hadn't hurt Mike.

' Not.. bad?'

She turned her head slightly and turned on the porch light again, this time dimmer, eager to see his face. She thought she had gotten pretty good at kissing,but maybe she was wrong

Instead , she found Mike looking flustered again, which made her smile.

' No, I mean, yes usually those kind of sounds associated with hair pulling means bad, but. In contexts like making out they're usually a positive sign that the other persob is enjoying it and um. I'm just gonna shut up now."

Eleven threw her head back laughing like a little kid, having missed how Mike blushed and rambled whenever he got embarrassed. She used to secretly ask certain things on purpose, just because she thought he looked unbelievably cute when he got like that.

' Well, Im glad you find my awkwardness amusing.' He commented under his breath, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

' I should probably go, my mom will get worried. See you tomorrow?'

Eleven got up and walked with him a few steps to his bike. 'Yes, tomorrow.' was all she could reply, choosing instead to wrap her hands around Mike's torso, noting how much taller he was than her. She gathered her in his arms and peppered her face with kisses before reluctantly letting go. 'Bye, El.'

Eleven let out a big sigh after she watched him pedal away. She refused to let her mind wander and instead laid down on her bed, falling asleep with nothing else in her head except the image of the two of them kissing in the complete darkness of the night.

#mileven fanfiction #mileven #stranger things #mileven au #mike stranger things #eleven #basically this ships makes me want to sob #i wanted them to finally get a moment away from everyone else after Mike's speech #my first mileven wip #mileven wip #mike x eleven

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idle-compy · 2 years

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s5 spoiler review ahead!!

Ok, so I didn't do a review while watching this time so we'll see how much I remember. Also, this is probably more of me talking about my favorite moments rather than a review

First of all, this season was so much better than 4. It actually developed the characters and focused on their relationships with each other. I loved the fact that the characters felt real. They were joking around, trying to have fun when it wasn't really the time. They were being kids. Also, so much more dinosaurs and so much less robots.

Yasammy canon?!?!?! I mean I knew it was gonna happen but when it happened?? Ya girl lost her mind. The kiss??? Absolutely spectacular. Sammy pretending like the didn't hear Yaz so she would repeat her confession?? They're secret "I love you" language?? I will never recover

And on that note, Ben being absolutely the perfect person for Yaz to go to about it. He knew exactly what to say and the scenes of him trying to get them together were so wholesome but also lowkey hilarious

And Ben in general?? Like they somehow took perfect s4 Ben and made him more perfect. Also that scene where Bumpy was going after him while controlled was insane. The way Ben was just going to accept his fate, but not blame Bumpy because she couldn't help it, and then she managed to break control of the chip so she wouldn't have to hurt him :'))

Also I'm so glad that Darius finally got to process and talk about his feeling with someone. Him lashing out at Kenji?? He has been way overdue for all that. I did appreciate that this season adressed the fact that he shoves his feelings down

Brand, Dave, and Roxie showing up early in the season was absolutely perfect. Even though it took them until the last episode to actually find them, I loved getting to watch the lead up to that. Also, Mae working with them was perfect

Mae was also a delight once again this season. The way she was willing to sacrifice herself to Nublar if it meant Mantah Corp not getting what they want. Absolutely iconic of her

Kenji's dad just kept getting more and more awful. Everything you think he couldn't get worse he did. It was hard to watch him lie and manipulate Kenji to get what he wanted. That showdown scene between him and Kenji at the plane?? He couldn't even tell his son he cared about him or that he loved him, and barely put up a fight to get Kenji on that plane before just leaving him there

I actually liked Kenji's development. Watching him slowly fall into this mold his father was making him into, working really hard just to make his dad happy, just to realize he cared about his business and his name more than his own child. The end where he realized he didn't really have parents anymore was painful

But, while it's depressing, he got a better family!!! Seeing Darius' mom take him in instantly made me cry so much

On that note, the reunions scenes!! When Darius and Brand saw each other again?? That's when my tears started and then didn't stop for the rest of the episode. Also seeing how excited Dave and Roxie got to see these kids they only knew for a week, and then the kids reuniting with their parents. I was just a sobbing mess by then

When it cut to grown Darius giving a speech, I just broke. He's grown so much!! And then Kenji was still there!! Living with him!! They're brothers!! And they we got to see the rest of the campfam??? Sammy and Yaz live together, Ben's off working alongside dinos with Mae, and Brooklynn's a detective?? Perfect. All of it. Except for Yaz, Sammy, and Ben's designs?? Yaz and Sammy just looked cheap (Sammy was still in the same shirt) and, I don't know, just wasn't really digging Ben's

Ok, now for some smaller things I loved that I can remember

Darius cried!! Three times!! Finally!!

"But have you ever though about that maybe you want be more than best friends?" "Um, Yaz. Bumpy's a dinosaur? I just don't think it would work"

Also Ben's awful accents?? Peak

Brands new jacket!!

I know I mentioned it above, BUT THE YASAMMY KISS?? I will never stop thinking about it

"I've been trying to tell you something all day just waiting for the perfect moment, but there are no perfect moments and even though I probably still smell like the tunnel and it looks like you have nothosaurus drool in your hair and Ben is standing right there... I can't wait another minute to tell you how I feel!!"

The kids creating a new watering hole for the dinos!! And they dived off the cliff into it!! And Yasammy jumped together!! Holding hands!!

The Nublar Six. That's all I'm gonna say

Ok this is all I can think of for now!! It will probably be updated throughout the day

#jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jwcc spoilers #s5 spoilers #jwcc #s5 #c posts

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cheeseandstrawberrytartlover · 2 years

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The Day of the Transformation

(TW: Fear of losing a baby, birth, pregnancy, mentions of gore and attempted suic/de!)

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Ben couldn't sleep. Vicente had told them not to worry about it but how could they not? They were turning into a Monster. Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Angry.

Ben crushed that bandit to a giant mess of blood, meat and bones. They didn't know what had gotten into them. Maybe it was the location. Yes, the location where they got hit by that arrow. Ben made that last bandit float in the air without even a movement of their finger. They watched happily while the bandit's bones cracked and crushed until there was not a resemblance of a human left. Ben had smiled until they turned around and saw Vicente's shocked face.

What had they done? How did they even do that?

It was getting worse. They already have become Sheogorath. They shouldn't be there. They would kill everyone if this continued.

With the news, that the baby was not going to live... it crushed Ben. Cirroc admitted that they were indeed too small to be born yet. Eight months they had waited for their baby only to get told that they would die. Ben did not sob this time.

Delivering a child doomed to die early and becoming a monster. They couldn't do this anymore. They were no longer the hero the world needed... now? They were only a threat to the world.

If they just would have stayed in the Shivering Isles....

This monster had to die today.

Ben looked over at Vicente who was peacefully sleeping and got up quietly.

They made their last journal entry at the table. A confession and an apology. As well as a suicide letter adressed to Vicente.

The Champion of Cyrodiil armor was placed neatly at the door. The world no longer needs them. The world needed someone new. A new hero. A hero that Ben could never be at this point.

The mirror that was above the wash basin was no longer showing Ben. It was showing Sheogorath. Ben had smashed the mirror numerous days ago once they stopped seeing themself. The broken mirror only showed Ben more of his true form now. Their hair was a pure silver and their pupils were becoming more odd by the second.

This had to be done today, Ben thought to themself as he got on Elizabeth. She neighed only to be silenced by Ben. The armor was strapped to the back of Elizabeth and Ben commanded her to gallop after finally being out of the city.

The past Champion comtemplated where there last rest would be and look off to the horizon. The White-Gold Tower was reflecting the light of dawn.

Yes, there it shall be.

"Why are you doing this, Ben?"

"I cannot do this anymore. Ever since you were gone, I am miserable! I can't even carry out your child!"

Ben sobbed as the continued to hear Martin's voice.

"Please, be reasonable-"

Ben screamed at the top of their lungs, "I am turning into a monster! A monster that this world shouldn't see! What if I try to take over the World like Dagon without knowing it?! I can't take any chances! I can see myself slipping away! Piece by piece! This world- It doesn't need me! See what has become of me! I am no longer Ben! I never was Ben! I am only here to spread chaos! You cannot stop me, Martin! Now or ever! I need to do this!"

Ben wiped away their tears in determination and Martin's voice faded from their mind.

The morning in the Imperial City was quiet. It was misty and Ben saw no one. They got off their horse and held her tightly in their arms.

"You have been a good girl, okay? I hope you find a good master. Maybe even a better master than me."

Ben led Elizabeth in the direction of the gates and removed their armor off her back before giving her a hit on the back which made her squeal. Elizabeth ran back out of the city. Ben didn't know where she would go, but it was hopefully a better place than where they would be going.

The squealing of a nearby horse awoke Vicente. As he tapped onto the spot next to him, he felt Ben missing.

"Ben?"

Vicente sprung up and looked around only to find an open journal on the table. He ran towards the table and looked inside.

"My dear Vicente,

I know that you love me, more than anyone ever did before in my life. Trust me when I say that I would have lived life with you beyond death, but I can no longer trust myself to exist on this plane. I made a promise to myself, that once I knew that it was over, I would do it myself. Once I had gotten the news that our child wouldn't make it, I cannot go on. I am very sorry. Every last thing I own is yours with my death. Do not try to follow me. I do not know if the monster I am becoming will be kind to you. Do you remember when you told me about Mantling? Yes, I have experienced it twice now, but the second time has been worse. I am becoming a Daedric Prince. I could barely believe it myself and I apologize for never telling you. I cannot speak of certain things and you know it. I am glad that I have shared my voice and my love with you. Please move on quickly and without hesitation. I fear that the newly arrived priests of Stendarr are after you. You know where the gold is and you know where my map is. Pack your things and flee, my love. Perhaps one day we shall see each other and I might have the opportunity to recognize you. For now it is for the greater good.

Your husband,

Ben Valtieri."

Vicente pressed the journal to his chest and ran outside without any hesitation to find Elizabeth tapping on the ground nervously.

"Elizabeth! Where is Ben?!"

Vicente grabbed her by the harness. She jibbed at the sudden pull and he held her closer while beginning to cry. His voice shook with desperation, "Where is he, Elizabeth?!"

Back in the White-Gold Tower, Ben was slowly ascending the many stairs.

"Oh, Ben... what are doing, my little one?"

They stopped dead in their tracks.

"Mother?"

"Yes, it is me. What are you doing?"

"I am ending this."

Another voice intensified.

"I always knew he was a coward! Can't even live through his own failures!"

"Do not call him a coward! He is scared!"

The past Champion resumed ascending the stairs.

"Ben, you have so much to live for! I gave you your life in exchange for mine! Please live up to it!"

"My mother would never say that."

"What? Oh, my darling-"

"She always said never to give myself fault for her sickness and eventual death. This tells me that you are not my mother."

Her voice got hoarse, "You ungrateful Brat! I mantled you and this is the thanks I get?! Your death?! Your suicide?! How dare you!"

Ben shook his head, "No... how dare YOU?! You tried to fill a void in my life that was rotten away by the bad father I had! You took advantage of me and my life!"

Ben gripped onto the railing, "But this will end now."

They looked down at their belly.

"I am sorry, my little darling. I couldn't carry you to term, but this is important. No Daedric Prince will harm this realm for centuries, I promise you."

They made the last few steps and looked upon the sky, feeling the wind in their hair. They carefully put down the armor.

"Let the world remember me as a Hero... this will be a Hero's death."

Their knees got weaker, the closer they came to the edge of the Tower, but they didn't hesitate to climb onto the battlement.

Ben turned so they wouldn't see the ground if they jumped and fell backwards off the tower.

They curled up and could hear the screaming of citizens below. As the tears fell slower they felt like they were close. Ben wished they could have done more for the world. The only thing they ever wanted was to feel at home.

Without opening their eyes, they felt the direction of gravity change and they fell onto their side. Were they dead?

Ben felt grass on his hands and he slowly opened their eyes.

"What a reckless attempt, my Lord. Stabbing yourself would have been quicker."

The past Champion sat up and slowly looked up at the figure standing next to him. They were on a very wide clearing. Surrounded by trees, mushrooms and odd flowers. The Shivering Isles.

"Did you want to feel adrenaline before your death?"

Haskill.

Ben's tears started to create a small puddle on the ground. They were angry. Why would he stop them?!

"I didn't stop you, Milord.... you did. If you had truly wished to Die, then you would have. But you are here. With me."

The new Daedric Prince sobbed and sniffled. Now they were only angry at themself until-

They felt an incredibly sharp pain in their lower body and grunted.

"Milord?"

The pains were coming like waves. Sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker. Ben aggressively moved his skirt aside to see that there was no longer just a puddle of tears. There was also a puddle of blood and other liquid.

Haskill's eyes widened slightly and he expressed his concern, "Oh no...."

Ben sobbed even more, "I am one month too early! Help me!"

Haskill started to panic slightly. He had not done this yet, but that was an order by his master. He helped his master up and thought about where the best place was to give birth on the isles. Ben held onto their belly in pain and groaned.

"Milord, call your palace guards!"

"I don't know how!"

Ben's mind was going into every direction. Everywhere except where it should be.

Haskill knew that he couldn't carry Ben.

"Just summon them!"

Ben clenched his fist and held it out in front of them. After a few seconds, a portal opened to the palace and two palace guards travelled through the portal to grab Haskill and Ben.

"My Lord?! What has happened?!"

Haskill sighed, "Our Lord's water broke! We need all of the healers we can get! Go!"

The Aureal guard ran off and Ben's other servants were carrying them into the palace. The pain was unbearable.

A few minutes later, Ben found themself in one of the large chambers, surrounded by healers. Mostly women.

Ben pointed at the only two men, "Both of you! Out!!"

"Shall I leave as well, Milord?" Haskill was questioning if his Lord was comfortable with him being there.

"No, you are staying he-," Ben screamed in agony.

One of the healers spoke up, "What is the situation, my Lord?"

"I am one month early."

"In what position would you like to give birth?"

Ben groaned angrily, "The most comfortable position!"

That was when everyone started moving. Haskill was ordered by one of the healers to get towels and a bucket of water. A few servants looked into the chamber and Haskill ordered them to get towels and water.

Haskill made his way to Ben to support them, "Do not worry. I am here for you."

Ben's face scrunched up from the pain and they nodded, "Thank you very much, Haskill."

Haskill's heart skipped a beat, but he swiftly helped the healers carry them onto the bed.

As Haskill helped the healers carry Ben, he noticed that their eyes were now the eyes of his master. He was delighted at the sight and the second they put them down, he grabbed their hand.

"Haskill..."

"I know, my Lord. Hold onto my hand tightly and squeeze it if you have to."

The servants arrived with the bucket and the towels before getting kicked out by an older healer.

The healers put a lot of towels under Ben and built a little pile of pillows, so Ben was slightly elevated. The older healer gave Haskill a rag to wipe the sweat off Ben if he had to.

The older healer nodded, "The child should come out easily due to its size, but.... My Lord-"

Ben yelled, "I know that we do not know if it survives, but I shall still give birth!"

The older healer bowed down, "Of course, my Lord!"

The older healer got on the bed to see what was going on.

"You are not dilated enough, my Lord. It will take some time."

"What does that mean?!"

"You should go take a walk or maybe take a bath-"

"Now?!"

"You are only three centimeters dilated, my Lord. You cannot give birth like this, even if your water broke."

Ben looked at Haskill.

"Yes, we shall take a walk."

"It should take a few hours. One centimeter every hour."

Haskill and Ben indeed took a walk. Well, Haskill walked and Ben waddled, often taking breaks.

"Why did you leave, my Lord?"

"Perhaps I did not want to become a Daedric Prince. Or felt welcome in this environment."

"But, My Lord, you can change it however you like!"

"Yes, I am aware."

Haskill sighed, knowing that Ben did not yet know, "You know... I failed to mantle Sheogorath."

Ben slowly looked up, right at Haskill.

"I did not succeed and yet... I am here. Sheogorath thought I was adorable, even though I failed. Now I am a Vestige."

"A vestige?"

"Someone who was once mortal but was reborn into a Daedric vessel. Sheogorath did not want me to die for my failure... He loved me and so... here I am."

"How can you fail at mantling a higher being?"

"After you have given birth, you will know. I am thinking that this holy child inside of you is keeping from completely turning into Sheogorath. If that is not true, then I will know what to do next."

Ben nodded, fidgeting with his hands again.

A few hours had passed and they were back on the bed.

"Incredible, my Lord! You have dilated to ten centimeters in so little time! Okay. It is time. Take deep breaths."

Ben tried not to hyperventilate and took three deep breaths.

"And now push!"

They pushed as hard as they could, groaning loudly and squeezing Haskill's hand tightly.

The breathing and pushing only repeated two times.

"And now!! Once more, my Lord!"

Ben took a deep breath and pushed as hard as they body could handle it. They screamed at the effort and the entire realm shook for a moment. Tears and sweat were running down their cheeks.

"Congratulations, my Lord! It's-"

Ben smiled.

The older healer immediately stopped talking and turned around. The baby didn't scream.

There was a scary silence in the room as the healers gathered to look at the child. Ben's smile faded and Haskill angrily looked at the healers.

"And?! Do not keep Lord Sheogorath waiting!"

The older healer slowly walked to Ben and handed the child over, "It is... a girl, my Lord."

Ben looked down at his child. Their skin was dull and their lips were blue. The baby wasn't breathing. The new Daedric Prince started to sob and gave their dead baby a kiss on the forehead.

Suddenly they heard a bit of coughing and looked back down at the child who coughed up some fluid. The little demigod wailed loudly to everyone's surprise and the older healer grabbed the rag from Haskill to clean the baby up.

All of the healers sighed from happiness at the crying baby.

Ben cried from happiness, "Hello, little one."

Haskill was as pale as a Daedra could get as he saw his master and lover with their child.

He turned to the healer, "Is she a demiprince?"

"Oh, I do not know, Haskill, but we shall see in the future."

Haskill hesitated to interrupt his Lord with their new offspring, "My Lord?"

Ben looked at Haskill. Pure, golden cat eyes. Sheogorath grinned, "Yes, Haskill?"

"Would you like your full power back?"

The new Madgod stood in front of the pool of pure Chaotic Creatia. It was the room of their nightmares with the same liquid.

Sheogorath stood there in their naked glory. Their purest form.

Behind them was Haskill with the crying demiprince, "Go on, my Lord."

He was rocking the offspring carefully.

As Sheogorath walked down the steps, closer to the pool, the Chaotic Creatia was already grabbing at their feet.

They slowly waded through the black liquid and it greeted them like an old friend, holding and pulling on their arms until they arrived at a certain spot. The middle of the pool. It was whispering to lay down and so they did.

The new Daedric Prince floated there for a second. They already thought that nothing was going to happen, but then the liquid started to to climb and embrace them. Then they were quickly pulled below the surface of the liquid.

It felt warm and accepting. Sheogorath felt like as if they were softly taken by a current, so they curled up. Once they looked around, they could see how the black incapsulated them.

Haskill was already concerned on how long it took. He was still rocking the little one in his arms until the saw a claw-like hand reach out of the liquid.

Sheogorath arose from the Chaotic Creatia and moved towards the steps.

"My Lord! Your new form is beautiful!"

Sheogorath was pale and close to being scrawny with wide hips and a perfectly v-shaped upper body. Their hands looked like as if he had dipped in the black Chaotic Creatia a bit too long and their fingers were longer than before, ending in long, sharp nails that resembled claws.

As Sheogorath got closer, Haskill suddenly had a bad feeling that he wouldn't recognize his own child and held the baby closer. The Daedric Prince wasn't showing any emotions until they reached the very edge of the pool.

Now Haskill could also see that their stretch marks were gone and that their pupils were completely constricted into the thinnest slits that Haskill has ever seen them being.

Haskill backed off a little once they reached the top of the steps. Sheogorath was still the same height as Ben, slightly towering over Haskill.

Sheogorath looked at Haskill for a few seconds and then looked down that the baby without saying a word. Sheogorath moved their hand towards the child and Haskill held them back a little.

"Give me my baby, Haskill."

Haskill was happy to hear that voice again after what felt like such a long time. The servant caved in and Sheogorath very carefully took his child back and held them. His pupils suddenly dilated to a perfect circle and they rocked the baby from side to side.

"So small and yet so strong.... we will have to feed you a lot, won't we?"

Sheogorath pulled an odd flower from a little portal. The blossom looked like a pacifier and Sheogorath gently put it in their mouth. As the baby started to eagerly suckle on it, a milky substance ran down from the corner of their little mouth.

"See? Now you are quiet."

Sheogorath looked up only to see the palace guards and Haskill kneeling.

"All right, kneeling in front of me is now banned. You may only bow now."

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Can I give my two cents on Yoshizawa? Coming from someone that just finished Royal and also likes Aigis and Rise (and can understand why people hate her as well, it takes time to warm up to her). Sorry, english isn't my first language. This isn't also a hate message, just giving my honest opinion.

As someone who always struggled with depression and self steem issues, I really liked Sumire's portrayal and her wishing to be another person (in this case, her "better" twin).

I'll first adress the points in which I agree with you. First, her clothes. You're right, she shouldn't wear black clothes. I think, as she had her true awekening, her clothes could change and have similar colors as her third awakening.

Ok, back to the arguments. I shall tackle them in order.

The only time she helps Joker in the real world is to get him out of jail. - I could say the same about the other confidants. Only Ryuji stuck up to him against Kamoshida, and Shido on the elevator scene (and you can also defend him back if you have enough guts).

Her appearances never feel normal. - I played Vanilla before, so I knew whenever a new scene was popping up with Sumire, Akechi and Maruki. Maybe you think they're shoehorned because you already know she's a new character? Like, that feeling that "oh she wasn't here before".

Overly attached to Joker. - Think about it this way. She just lost her sister (in her mind, Kasumi lost Sumire). And while she behaved as Kasumi, everyone knew who she really was. Talking to her was awkward and like walking on eggshells. Joker, because he didn't know about this situation, he acted normal around her and even helped with her depressive episodes. So, she respected him. Sometimes we need this person to remind us that it's okay to have doubts but we can't let them win. But you said it, she ACTS like a extroverted socialite. She isn't one.

The thieves love her and she ignores them. - Hm... no? She respects all of them equally, specially Futaba and Mona. I do think she least interacted with Yusuke and Ann, but she and Ryuji did talk as well (but well it's Ryuji).

She does not contribute to the plot until the 3rd semester. - She was busy trainning and going on competitions. There's even a whole week she isn't around because of it. That's the same reason she doesn't join the Thieves at first. She's busy. Simple as that. Just like Akechi joined you because of his goals, she couldn't join you because of her goals.

Her first ranks and her "slumps". - Depression does this to a person, you can be happy one time and suddenly a tiny obstacle creates this wave of "I'm not good enough I shouldn't be here I shouldn't be happy." Cognition or not, she had suffered the loss of her sister and wasn't getting results while trainning. Anything could put her down. I've been there myself and I still struggle with it sometimes.

The social link doesn't reset/You only know Kasumi, not Sumire/ her perky attitude didn't change/her awakening doesn't make sense - We know Sumire. Sure, she's pretending to be Kasumi, but deep down she's still Sumire. There's an event where she makes a bento for Joker, and it looks atrocious, but when he tastes it it's just curry. In her mind she should be a bad cook, but her food comes out alright anyway. Plus we get snippets about the plot twist, the phone never working, we never saw a picture of her sister. Also, we know her when she was depressed for being her sister's shadow (cutscene with the car accident) but we don't know how she usually acted. We know, thanks to her trainer, that she was quieter and more graceful than Kasumi. Doesn't mean she wasn't perky at the time, and she has as much talent as her twin. In her eyes, Kasumi was better because she won all the time, but Sumire got just as much trainning as her. And Shujin, when Kasumi was alive, wanted BOTH of them enrolled with special status. Self doubt and depression made her underperform, even before losing her sister. Knowing this, her awakening DOES make sense, specially when you consider what her persona was saying. Ok we have Sumire/Kasumi, her sister just died and you're carrying the dream for both of you. You get enrolled with special status, all students are talking about you (we see scenes about the gossip right at the start of the game), the school is expecting great results and in your mind you're "the best of the best". But come competition after competition, you can't perform well. The students that praised you now badmouth you, and even after a third place the higher ups aren't satisfied. No wonder she would almost snap at the palace, SPECIALLY after seeing her sister dying AGAIN (remember, she doesn't know about cognitions yet so it was just like seeing her die again). Her persona says "You strive towards splendor... you know the risk... well if these were the shoes that you chose." You know the risk = she's a fake, and deep down she knows it (self doubt, depression); the shoes that you chose = continue pretending to be Kasumi. On her TRUE awakening, her persona even says "such tenacity, it seem to fit you better than ever before. The glass slippers are a sign of glory." Right at the start of this exploration, Sumire was still faltering due to her self sabotage. But now, NOW she's ready to fully commit and accept who she is. The glory of being herself and being proud of it.

Why did she dance at the school festival. - she's a famous athlete. Students love famous people. She was called because she was recognized.

Why did her father show up? - well we DID help choosing his glasses. jokes aside, it's to foreshadow even further about Sumire's true identity. He says her name, but it gets cut off. We only hear "... re" something like that. Also, two reasons. One, Maruki was making this series of "perfect and happy coincidences" between the characters, so much so that even them commented on it. Her father showing up is also one of those happy coincidences. Two, this man lost one of his children in a tragic accident. I wonder how come he didn't show up MORE. Picking her up from school, from trainning. He should be a little paranoid about her safety.

Why Cinderella/Cendrillon? - Cinderella suffered out of jealousy, ok. Sumire suffered out of jealousy, for her SISTER. Plus, remember, Cinderella had one key aspect: she wished to go to the ball, have the best night ever, maybe meet the prince but she wanted to get out of the shadows. Sumire's biggest wish is to get out of Kasumi's shadow and "go to the ball" so to speak. In this case, to be acknowledged, just as Cinderella was. From ashes to glass. I do think it's quite fitting for her, other fairy tales like Ugly Duckling and Little Mermaid could fit as well.

She suddenly accepted her sister's death. - she got a reality check, had her persona beaten, got in a moody and depressive state. She DID run away from the fact for almost a year. She rralized she had to stop running at some point.

We could've known other patients he helped. - I think the game implies he only helped Rumi and Sumire. He was busy working on his research, and then counseling at Shujin. If he had a chance, he should have helped other students there. Plus the game explicity says that he changed reality because WE the Phantom Thieves asked for it.

She loves Joker no matter what you do. - so does Haru. And Ann.

She stalks you into the palace. - she's worried about her friends after you implied you had an important job. I'd tag along as well just to be sure. And Lavenza went to the nurse's office as the butterfly. She probably saw it as well, IT'S A GLOWING BLUE BUTTERFLY.

Why everyone talks about how much she eats? - it's a trope, probably like Goku or Luffy. It's a japanese game after all.

She doesn't have a reason to join! - She does. It is "stop Maruki and his weird reality". When she joined Joker and Akechi, neither of them knew what was going on as well. They were the only ones with their memories and that's it. They joined up to solve the mystery. She joined up go help. After that, to stop Maruki.

She has Marinette vibes - ... I don't see it? And I watched a lot of Ladybug, got a bit out of hand yikes. But Marinette is a lackluster character I'll give you that.

AAAAAAND I guess that's it? Wow I wrote a lot. If you read it, thank you so much. Once again I'm not attacking you or anything, I'm giving you my honest opinion.

But I'm gonna say: I hated her goodbye scene in Royal. Maruki left you at the station (Billy Kametz c.c), the gang had an awesome farewell and she just... stumbles across you? What was THAT Atlus?

Those are some details, and I appreciate you being polite about them.

I might need to reinstate my thoughts, points, and counters regarding yours:

I can’t say I’ve totally understood the way the game portrays Sumire’s mental struggles… I mean I’ve also hit a really hard time in my life in high school where I was alone in going through these struggles for some time. And the way people go through their own mental hardships can be different for everyone. But Sumire never emphasizes what her “slump” is, or explains the cause for it. She says it like she doesn’t know the reason, and makes it sound like it’s only a simple slump throughout the first five confidant rankings. She’s been pretending to be Kasumi for some time so maybe it was a mind block from tying her back to who she really was? It’s really her confidence that’s shaky, and Joker repeats the same method of saying a phrase to encourage her, and she goes right back to being perky again without pause. Her slump is always dealt with in the same way the first half of her confidant. She seems to just take it as face value like a compliment.

Even with people feeling awkward about her acting and calling herself Kasumi, it’s not a valid enough reason for avoiding her like the plague. Shujin students I get, but her other fellow gymnasts would be the closest thing to interacting with her and having at least a simple conversation, like Makoto with the student council members. She probably wouldn’t have had to lean on him all the time if her parents or her.. teammates? club members? or maybe a single person talked to her and weren’t so set off about her identity issue. It’d be something like Ann and Shiho, Makoto and Eiko, and Mishima with the guys, or just an acquaintance. I don’t know.

I do find your point of her social link interesting over what she could’ve been feeling herself. But it all feels up for interpretation from before she came to Shujin and when she was Kasumi. Joker did what he always does, helping someone because he was somehow out of the loop about her actual identity when none of the thieves, from Shujin, talk about it. I mean I know it’s for the reveal but this detail was something so simple that could easily be solved. Maybe it’s because they thought Joker was calling her Kasumi for her own sake but he could’ve been informed about it, it feels like a loophole.

I had forgotten about her phone. And it doesn’t really makes sense as to why it’s broken only that Sumire’s or Kasumi’s was damaged and she either kept her phone or taken Kasumi’s. The explanation for that is weird. Did she really need Kasumi’s phone to be her sister?

The thieves love her after meeting her how many times outside the Metaverse without brief meetings like she had full conversations with them every time? Futaba and Mona are taken with her right off the bat because of her politeness for being the same age as Futaba with a different personality and interest for being a Persona-User and an athlete. She’s a Persona-User, that’s usually what catches other Persona-Users’ interest, especially the thieves. The most it feels like she interacts with them is in the Metaverse in Maruki’s Palace. Just because she respects them doesn’t mean they have something close to a max 10 rank up up of a powerful bond like the whole team sorta has. Respect can be different from willingly choosing to make close connections because one likes to have a bond with another. Respect can be broken down in many forms.

Her awakening shows no real form of rebellion for an oppressed society that has personally and wrongfully affected her. She has verbally stated that she does not care for people’s opinions and understands the consequences of losing her honour status as a result for ranking lower instead of first place. She did the best she could with what she was already doing and the outcome was what it was. I figured that time she saw her cognitive self was a sort of reminder of her she really was. Like a clue. Considering that her other self from the other world said that it’s her fault, the other self, felt strange and out of place because we don’t know the reason why. If it was just self discovery then that would fit. But she shares nothing that fits with the themes of Persona 5 as a Persona-User. Altus breaks those rules for her. There shouldn’t have been a point for her to have a Persona with such weak reasoning. Her second awakening still has nothing to do with rebellion. And to awaken again the second time with no changes? Hypocritical for the point of the Persona series. It would’ve made sense whether or not she had to even be a Persona-User in the place. Her growth, realization, and moving on from her past would’ve still been affective like the other confidants who reached a point in their lives where the change is known, yet didn’t need a Persona to showcase that. I feel caught in the middle about it.

Her being busy is one thing, but to be out of the story so much with only gaps in between from her appearances just doesn’t feel like a character that can connect the player so strongly as opposed to everyone else. Everyone has responsibilities. Haru has to work on her family company, Yusuke tries to find stability as an independent artist after Madarame, Makoto deals with the student council and doing well with her grades, Ryuji goes back to training as an athlete while working on recovering his leg, and Ann has to deal with the struggles of making it out as a model for her career. Akechi goes through crap with Shido as the Black Mask, being a detective, keeping appearances, and being a student. That’s kind of the point, her goals clash with why she doesn’t need to join the thieves outside of dealing with Maruki. Other than that, she’s got no stakes. She has a life for gymnastics that takes her on a more divided path from others. It’s a lazy excuse of writing to bother even including a character and deeming them important when they deliver no reason of significance to the viewer and backfire their involvement. Akechi doesn’t really count as his reasons and motives are intwined with the thieves’.

The whole school dance and she’s a famous athlete and all is one thing. But is she really the only well known athlete in the entire school for students to be talking about her all the time? It makes me curious about that. And if it’s a school dance, why aren’t any of the thieves who attend Shujin be there? I think I’ve forgotten as to why. But Atlus could’ve come up with any scenario and they chose a dance to bring the obvious ship of her and Joker.

I can really see other fairytale folklore characters that fit her, too, like what you’ve previously mentioned. Though none really fit P5’s themes of fighting for a cause for others and themselves. But I still get the vibe that while her jealousy is shared with Cinderella’s stepsisters, and she becomes someone else to be something than more than what she was, nothing changes about her after that. Her only freedom was through the prince, who took her away from her household and live a happy ending. And while her circumstances are understandable as to why she couldn’t achieve it alone, Cinderella seems like she doesn’t really change. And it’s someone else who does everything for her. To her stepfamily they could’ve perceived her differently, but Cinderella’s character doesn’t appear to change. It feels like a bit of a static character situation, maybe even more. I suppose it’s because she’s acting good in spite of her situation. But I can get behind why Cendrillon fitted her but also not, it just leaves the impression that her and her Persona stays the same. Cendrillon could at least look a little different to bring more evidence of growth instead of giving lines. I think that may be just me..?

The whole eating trope is ridiculous for having it be stated all the time. It feels overused, and to have it be stated every time she eats becomes an unnecessarily boring mention. Especially when the thieves have Ryuji, an athlete himself who they should know exercises a lot. It’s like they don’t know what being an athlete even means.

You can avoid a romance with Ann and Haru by choosing choices that aren’t actually responses to love confessions. Example: when Ann says she’s about to cry on Rank 9, you can comfort her platonically by saying she has the others. It’s the same with EVERY female confidant love interest. There’s an implication for a romance, but you can at least avoid it if you want to.

Your point with her father is something I can agree on. But does getting new glasses with her really deserve a confidant rank? And her tie with Maruki feels loose, and from the time she acted as Kasumi, it didn’t feel like her story expanded to how close of a connection she has to him. Maruki is just far more interesting.

We really didn’t get a chance to see how her student status affected her. But at the same it feels too similar to Makoto’s situation as well in a writing standpoint.

Sumire probably didn’t realize the process of losing her sister for almost a year. She did have her cognition be to probably think and act like Kasumi where their processing of grief is different. Perhaps she didn’t feel the impact of what Kasumi might’ve felt and if the roles were reversed and she wasn’t too heartbroken over herself because of her subconscious? She could’ve only just been processing her thoughts fresh as Sumire because she finally gets to truly be herself again. BUT, part of that just doesn’t sit right, because she said it herself that she knew deep down that her sister was dead (one of them had to be) and that pretending was wrong. That basically confirms that she is actually aware of what she has been doing this whole time. She really did want to be Kasumi. This is just my interpretation.

I did not mean about Maruki’s change in reality. I meant to wondering about the amount of time he has had since obtaining his Persona and what he’s done with his powers that had led up to the moment of his Palace.

She stalked Joker out of just sheer curiosity and not about minding his privacy that had nothing to do with her? Especially the important job that could’ve meant anything that was of no matter to her. Sure, it makes sense for her to care, but to just blindly follow and stayed in the Metaverse for who knows how long does explain much to me. I’m not sure if I’ve missed out an a detail or something. And what friends? She’s only behaved courteously with the thieves like what a professional relationship would be for a workplace. Nice but nothing deep behind it. And their relationship remains the same. The blue butterfly in the office is an iffy one. Other students were there and they didn’t see it. It’s like when some of the Velvet Room Attendants had gone through a veil of invisibility to the outside world accept their guests. Like the various locations of the Velvet Room in the real world and the Metaverse. Not even the thieves, or any team from P3/4 see the doors accept the guest. This could’ve went in a similar route. Like with Marie where she found support with all the members of the Investigation Team whereas Sumire only had that from Joker.

I had also meant something different as to why she had no reason to join the thieves’ cause. It’s obvious that she’d join to stop Maruki because she was personally affected by him and wanted to help. But as a writing standpoint, joining to simply help without having the shared standard goal of a group who strive for betterment from injustice, who personally experienced injustice and have it affect their lives deeply as motivation doesn’t work.

That’s what I mean for the most part when I inputted that Sumire gave the vibes of a similar lacklustre character who goes with seeking someone as their main person of attention. Marinette was the only character I could think of that gave even remotely a similarity. The two are portrayed as good characters despite their actions that leaves a lot of room for questioning why that even is.

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The Rental Au

CW: naughty words, PTSD episode, mentions of SH and depression

POVs of the incident in pt5 of The Newcomers

my apologies that this part took so gahdamn long 😩

"No! Not this again!", Feral thought as he turned to face his brother, casting away his holopad. He knew the next few minutes he had to act fast, or at least try to calm him down.

Before things got violent, or before he started losing himself.

"Brother", He said while attempting to keep him from lashing out at Maul by averting his attention, "Listen to me, brother, you're not there anymore, everything's ok-"

Savage's frantic gaze quickly shifted towards Feral.

"That's it! Look at me! You know me! Please I only want to help you!" Feral thought as he who brought his hands in view to show he meant no harm.

"Brother, please, you know us. You know me. I'm your kin."

Savage remained silent as Feral waited with baited breath. Did it work?

Thankfully, it did.

For now.

/ / / /

He had never sensed his brother's aura in this way before, nor felt it so strong.

So riddled with terror.

Maul stood up, watching his brother's eyes darting around kitchen floor. What was going on? What could have caused Savage to suddenly become almost paralyzed with fear?

He drew closer to his brother.

"What is the meaning of this, Sava-"

He suddenly snappped at him with a growl.

"Away from me...Get away...get off...of me..."

"Have you so quickly forgotten the face of your brother?" Maul thought.

No...he saw something else.

Someone else.

Then he saw Feral slowly begin to walk towards him.

"Listen to me, brother, you're not there anymore, everything's ok..."

"Has this happened before?" Maul thought as he watched Feral start to talk down Savage. "How have not been privy to this?"

"I...I didn't want you to see me like this...not like this" Savage said. "Not like this...no...no no no..."

"It's fine, really, How about you sit down for a second, ok?"

Savage said nothing, but walked past both of them and sat on the living room floor, looking at the floor. Feral retreated to the backyard, Maul sensed he reeked of frustration. He looked over to where Adohira was sitting and realized they weren't there anymore.

So he found a place to sit across from his older brother to monitor his condition. This was interesting.

Most interesting indeed.

/ / / /

"Just this once, then I won't bother you about it anymore..."

Those words. Those words struck hard. Harder than he thought they would. They reminded him of something.

Of someone.

Savage froze, it felt as if both his hearts stopped. As if every breath he took was shredding his throat. But, then again, it always felt that way when this happened.

Because that's how it felt that hellish night.

Then came the feeling of dread. The feeling he was right back in that dark place, stumbling through the foliage, bleeding from the wounds of people who he thought he could trust, begging the gods for just enough strength to stay conscious long enough to get help, or at least, to get away from them.

To get away from him.

Had he stayed awake, had he been stronger, maybe he could've fought him off. Had he not been so naive, maybe he would've sensed that monster's true intentions.

He heard a warbled voice trying to speak to him, but he couldn't make out the words, or who was trying to adress him. He could hardly see. He looked up to see a shadowy figure walking towards him, which he swatted at to ward it off, growling as he did.

"AWAY FROM ME!" He shouted at the figure, even though he could barely hear his own voice. "GET AWAY!"

He felt hands grab him from behind, pulling him back into the nightmare. He could feel the panic slowly rising.

"GET OFF OF ME", He yelled as he attempted to peel away the feeling of the hands pulling him away from his body. He almost shoved them off until one grabbed his face and forcibly pulled him into the dark.

He found himself once again caught up in that dreadful scenario. The horrid silence. The cold air creeping through the trees. He sat silent, staring at himself crawling through the woods, barely conscious and coughing up blood.

"Get up, dammit", he thought as he watched himself crawl. "Get up before they find you, GET UP BEFORE THEY KILL YOU-"

"Brother..."

He heard a familiar voice call his name.

Feral?

"Listen to me... you're not there anymore, everything's ok..."

He searched for where the voice was until he found himself back in the house looking straight at Feral, who was slowly walking towards him, palms facing forward.

"Brother, please, you know us. You know me. I'm your kin..."

That's when he saw his face.

That look. It was the same one he had on his face when he found him outside of their house.

He couldn't even look him in the eyes on that day, for the shame he felt was too great, but when he averted from Feral's gaze, he was only greeted by the bleeding gashes on his arms and chest.

He wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be with his friends. He thought he could hide it. He wasn't supposed to see him like that.

"I...I didn't want you to see me like this...not like this...not like this...no...no no no..."

You were never supposed to see this.

His vision began to blur. Was it hallucinations? Tears? He didn't know. He didn't care. Nothing was registering anymore.

He just wanted to leave. To sit down.

To die.

Or was he already dead?

One thing was for certain. He sure wished he was.

/ / / /

Adohira sat down across from a dejected Feral. They both were now silent, taking in what had happened just a few moments ago. They looked behind them to see Raven still kept a watchful eye on Savage, waiting patiently for him to regain himself. They then looked to Feral, in search of some answers.

"Do you know what could've...?"

"No," Feral replied. "Neither of us do."

Ado noticed a sadness now covered Feral's countenance like a hazy mist, a rather jarring change from the boisterous, flamboyant behavior he was displaying when they arrived.

Flurries of new questions entered Ado's mind. Fake names, haunted by ghosts of the past...who in Space are these people? Which name truly belongs to the eldest of the trio, Savage or Hunter? Are his brothers lying about their names, too? Should it tell Akira of its findings, or would that put him in some kind of danger?

No. Too risky. They would keep investigating, but in silence. If these men were indeed hiding something, which, from the information it now knows they definitely are, it would be in their better interest to keep Akira and themself alive and unharmed. However, Adohira now needed to keep its guard up, lest they show their hand and put them both in unnecessary danger.

A few more minutes passed, until both Ado and Feral heard muffled conversation coming from the house.

/ / / /

"Where am I...wait, is this the house we rented?"

"It is."

"Where's Feral?"

"Outside sitting with the other tenant."

Maul stood up and offered his brother a hand.

"I see", Savage said, taking Maul's hand up. But before Maul could ask what happened, Savage was already off to the backyard to check on Feral and Ado.

#the rental au #savage opress #darth maul #feral oppress #star wars oc #adohira #akira

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