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WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DOM!Chan, SUB!FemReader, swearing, oral, piv, protected sex, marking, breast play, praise, jealous behaviour (Chan), name calling (babygirl, darling, good girl, cutie, darling), fluff.

You, Y/N Lee, and your brother, Alexander, finally arrived to your new University.

Universal University, situated in Melbourne, a brand new place where international students could finally gather from all around the world and find their own path. They can study anything and everything they want, they choose their own courses and can always change path based on their own accord. Celebrities would also study and attend there, some open about it and others asking for the private VIP zone to not get disturbed.

"You think we'll find lots of celebrities here?" Your older brother questioned, his hands still on the wheel as he looked for a place to park the car.

"Who knows, for all I've gathered from the pamphlet of the uni, many people got switched to this building for practical reasons so.. why not." You answered as you rummaged inside your handbag to get the map of the university premises.

Once again you've looked at the entire map, it felt as if you would enter an entire city rather than just a mere campus.

"Holy shit, look at the entrance baby sis." Alexander's voice caught your attention making you gaze up from the paper you were holding.

"Damn, feels like royalty." You joked as he finally parked the car.

The ten hours ride suddenly felt non-existent on your shoulders but you knew your brother would end up falling asleep by the time he got inside his dorm room.

"Thank God we returned in Australia earlier." You murmured stepping out of the vehicle, hanging your handbag on your shoulder.

"Yeah, we definitely took the right call. If we didn't catch that flight from Seoul..." he mumbled opening the trunk of the car.

"We would have probably missed the chance of resting back home in Sydney before the ride." You giggled shaking your head as you got your luggage.

"Not only that." He spoke as he took his baggage. "We wouldn't have had the time to send our stuff right here. Imagine the trouble in moving around with all those boxes while we tried to find our rooms." He said closing the trunk and locking the car.

"For real, specially because I easily get lost." You pouted making him laugh profusely.

Joking around as you walked the long path of the entrance, you took in the surroundings. The fresh air engulfing your body, hair brushed by the delicate wind. You inhaled deeply and smiled.

The campus definitely looked way bigger than what the map designed. The main building being the place where you'll be studying, on the right a huge cafeteria as big as a 3 Star Michelin restaurant, right next to it the dormitory looking like a huge apartment building, right next to it the health care building with a pharmacy and some doctors as per instructed in the pamphlet and then, as if it wasn't enough, a gym. You also read there would be some stadiums for sports such as football, basketball, volleyball, etch...

"Where was the lobby to get our room keys and stuff?" Alexander's voice brought you back from your trance as you looked around.

Your gaze swifted from the green trees to the map. "In the main building." You mumbled pointing at the big sign.

You silently thanked the person who opened this campus for putting signs in front of the buildings or else you would have ended up in the cafeteria instead of your dorm room.

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After getting your room keys and the floor number you walked to the dormitories, aiming at the still opened elevator that was right in front of you.

As you saw it slowly closing, you called out politely. "One sec, please."

Thankfully whoever was in put their hand in the semi closed door and held it still, leaving you space to enter. Unknowingly thanking with a small bow as per habit for all the time you've lived in Seoul, South Korea, you entered.

Squeezing inside the elevator, you put yourself right in the corner, perfectly fitting as you didn't really excell in height. You despised that characteristic of yours but it did come in handy in these kind of situations.

"Press floor eight, if you didn't." You whispered as you nudged your brother's arm making him pointing at the button already pressed.

"Can't wait to take a shower and doze off." He mumbled resting his arm on your head making you look up to him and shook his arm off.

"I'm not an arm holder." You scoffed him off as you yawned. "But lucky you, I'll probably be wide awake even though I've slept what? Two hours?" You whined stretching your arms up.

Once the elevator arrived to your floor, you exited and thanked once again the guys that were slowly walking out the lift right behind you.

"Wow!" You exclaimed looking at the huge window that showed a forest outside.

More than the scenery, you were more surprised at how the first wow came out, reminding you of the way Bang Chan would say it. Making you unknowingly giggle at the thought.

Yes, you were a STAY since God's Menu era even though you used to listen to Stray Kids and 3RACHA music since pre debut, you just didn't have much time to get into details but when you did, it felt like diving into an ocean of affection, laughter and fun.

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Once in front of your dorm room, you turned around and gave a light hug to your brother who kissed your head before turning and going to his room right in front of yours.

Unlocking the room, you heard the water coming from the shower running, giving you signal that your roommate would be already there.

Taking off your shoes, you walked barefoot to the empty bed, probably the one you'll be sleeping from now on.

Without waiting a second, you put on your earpods and knocked softly at the door of the bathroom.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Your roommate. Take your time in the bathroom, we can introduce ourselves later." You spoke nicely as you tied your hair in a tiny ponytail.

After connecting your pods you listened to music as you unpacked your boxes. Humming from time to time, you put the last frame on your nightstand, a picture of Channie smiling towards your way to give you the best of the good mornings.

Sighing deeply you finally adjusted your painting supplies in the small desk in front of your bed, right next to the small library.

"I guess this should be it." You mumbled looking at the empty boxes sighing at the idea of having to fix your clothes inside the wooden wardrobe.

"Shoulda have started with the clothes first.." You whispered to yourself as you opened the closet's doors, closing the ones occupied.

Once you settled all your clothes, you made a quick call to your brother.

"You sleepin', Alex?" You questioned while fixing an outfit to wear to dinner.

"Restin'.. Took a good shower after settling in. Tell me whenever you're ready for dinner." He whispered quietly, as if he tried his best to not fall asleep on you.

"Call you when I'm ready. Rest well, bro." You mumbled taking your bathroom beauty case and closing the call.

Finally the bathroom door opened revealing your roommate. It took you a while to take in the information of the face in front of yours. You look behind at your posters and then back at your roommate.

"Hey, you must be my roommate." The guy said with his deep voice as he dried his hair with a towel.

Nodding you shook your head and moved your hand ahead. "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N Lee." You smiled warmly as he looked at you.

"That must be why." He chuckled shaking your hand. "Felix Lee." He introduced himself taking a glance behind, staring at your wall adorned with frames of Stray Kids. "But I'm pretty sure you already know." He joked pointing at a picture of himself.

"I can take them down if you feel uncomfortable." You instantly answered, hoping he wouldn't feel any negative vibe from it.

"I don't mind at all." Shaking his head he went to sit on his bed.

After chatting for a few seconds you went inside the bathroom so you could freshen up.

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Wrapped in a towel you went outside the bathroom and without looking around, you grabbed your outfit and lingerie.

"You remember only things you want, uh?" You cursed your brain as you closed the bathroom door behind you.

Drying your short, curly hair with a towel, you dressed up in your black cargo pants and a gold silky tanktop. Making sure to fix your nipple piercings the best way you could inside your laced bra.

Once completely ready you took your phone and texted your brother.

You: "Ready."

Spraying your Black Musk fragrance you put on your boots and looked around in case you missed anything.

"Going out as well?" Your roommate voice caught your attention.

"Yup. Gon' have dinner with my brother." You responded looking at him, who was also ready to go out.

"I guess we'll catch up later then." He mumbled opening the door so the both of you could step out.

Nodding you waved at him and pulled your brother by the wrist. "I'm famished."

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Walking side by side with him, you couldn't stop thinking at the fact that your roommate was one of the members of that boy group you loved so much. You've silently thanked the secretaries that mixed the details and thought that you and Felix were siblings. For some reasons he always gave the aura of being your bestie if you've ever got to know him personally.

"Oh, guess who's my roomie?" Alex caught your attention as you walked the long path to the cafeteria.

You looked at him, definitely curious and puzzled but didn't reply. Waiting for him to reveal it.

"That Kim Seungmin of your favourite boy band." He whispered to your ear, making you halt in your steps.

"No way!" You exclaimed.

"Mine is Felix." You confessed as you returned to your steps.

"What a match." He chuckled wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Chit chatting you finally arrived at the cafeteria. Entering you gasped, almost loudly. It was like an Expo. Sections with flags of every country that served their own food.

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You were sitting on the bench, looking outside the window as you mindlessly ate your food and listened to your brother's rumbling.

"Care if we join you?" A deep voice brings you out of your trance.

"Felix, of cour.." You turned your gaze to the blond haired guy that was talking to you, your brain processing the other seven guys. Eyes fixed on him. "..se" you finished your sentence, trying to break away your staring.

Hearing a giggle coming from your brother, you kicked him under the table making him laugh.

Trying to keep it cool, you just smiled from time to time, your ears slightly alerted at every noise making you kinda itchy.

"So, Y/N.." Felix spoke to you, making you look up from your table.

"Yeah?" Setting the steel chopsticks on the napkin, you mumbled unknowingly using your silly face. :]

"This is your brother, correct?" He questioned pointing at Alex.

"Ah, yes. Alexander is my brother." You nodded.

As you reached for your cup, another hand reached out.

"Ah sorry, is this yours?" You giggled looking besides you only to see him.

Straightening your shoulders, you almost chocked on nothing.

"It's fine. No worries." He spoke softly, a smile forming on his lips.

Your eyes unable to look away. His curly hair falling on his forehead in such messy yet so curate curls, his eyes beaming and glowing under the lights, his nose scrunched softly as his plush, plump, soft, definitely kissable and sweet, tender lips were forming a smile. His cheeks looking so squishy with those cute and adorable dimples showing.

"I see now." Felix voice mumbled making your brother laugh once again.

You turned around, face front looking at Alex and Felix in the eyes.

"You two, shut it." You mouthed, trying to not look suspicious.

"We're all chatting yet we didn't even properly introduced each other." Changbin said, making your heart ache at his adorable English accent.

"Ah, I'm Y/N Lee and this is my brother Lee Yoonchan Alexander." You proceeded in handing out your hand to him.

Handshake after handshake, your hand almost visibly trembled making you reach for your thigh to grip on with your nails so that no one would notice your hand shaking. Specially him.

"I'm Bahng Christopher Chahn but you can call me Chris if you want." His sweet and so gentle voice spoke. His eyes fixed on yours as he extended his hand for a handshake.

"You're not dropping it, uh?" Felix giggled looking over at you making you blush as you delicately and definitely unwillingly retracted your hand from that handshake.

"It's not so unnoticeable, come on." You joked pointing at your tattoo.

It was the Stray Kids' compass with small SKZOO scattered as stars.

"Oh, a STAY?" Minho clapped his hands, making you smile.

"Fuck yeah." You flexed your phone case making him chuckle.

'How cute' you thought. You always loved his laugh.

"You two give off way different vibes." Seungmin said, looking at you and then at your brother.

"Ah.. that's 'cause I was adopted." You simply explained making them gasp.

"How come you two look alike?" Jeongin questioned shocked.

"Do we?" You questioned puzzled as you looked at Alex.

"Ah, I have no idea baby sis. We've been together for years that I even forgot you were adopted." He chuckled patting your hand.

After explaining your background, making them curious and nod at every word you said, they almost jumped on you as they thought it was so hard for you.

"Y'all, I am happy I got adopted. I closed my relationship with my blood." You halted your hands as if to make them relax.

"Well, family is where your heart belongs." Chris mumbled understanding.

"And home is where your heart belongs." You answered, eyes looking at him for more than a minute before looking at the others.

For some reason, you just couldn't hide it but you did wonder if he caught up on it.

Finishing your meal, you stood up and decided to grab dessert. Taking your tray, you excused yourself as you passed among Christopher, Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin's legs. Clueless of anything, you just went to grab whatever you craved.

In the meantime, Chris eyes lingered on you more than you could ever imagine.

"You might want to let it pass. She doesn't even notice the way she moves nor how she is." Alexander spoke as he shook his head, as he looked at Chan for a moment.

"What do you mean?" Changbin spoke after clearing his throat.

"She was never this, how to say, hot." Taking a pause for a moment to formulate his sentence. "She used to look cute back when she was 20 years old." He explained about the time you used to look before establishing in Seoul. "Then she started going to the gym, exercising like an obsessed, then the piercings and tattoos. Not that I mind but as I didn't grow up with her, I could definitely see her change." He continued. "To not mention how she moves and walks, she is truly clueless." As he spoke he looked at you on your way back to the table. "I'm pretty sure she thinks she's not attractive so that's why she doesn't notice the way she moves around so attractively." He explained and went silent as you arrived at the table.

Setting the tray on the table, you put it in the middle, as if sharing it with Chris. Your breath hitting his neck, your breats softly brushing against his back.

"Excuse me once again." You mumbled walking around and stepping between their legs. Your ass facing their faces.

"Gosh." You could hear Chris whisper, making you puzzled as you sat back on your seat.

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Back in your dorm room, after passing the night with the guys, you found yourself sitting on your bed and Felix there, looking at you as if begging you to spill the tea.

"Fine!" You mumbled fidgeting with your fingers. "I might have had a thing for him but today, that I finally met him, I just realised I do have solid feelings for him." You whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear from the next door.

Yes, his dorm room was right next to yours.

"Want me to set you up?" He questioned making you instantly blush.

"Oh, I can't do that." You shook your head, feeling guilty.

"I'd love to but I can't.." You mumbled.

You always thought that even if there was the slightest chance of meeting him and have a personal acquaintance with him, you would never be able to be a burden to him, to his work, to... STAY. As one, you saw many sides of the fandom. Some would be thrilled of seeing Stray Kids dating but there are some that scare you, even though you didn't care about the hate of others.

"Just know that whenever, I can always bring your name up with him." He whispered, his voice casually sounding deeper at night. "Casually asking if his eyes ever lingered on you." He teased ruffling your hair.

Shaking your head you softly hit him with your Bbokari pillow.

The night passed with you playing some videogames together and chit chatting.

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A couple of months passed and you were thrilled of the upcoming holidays. Today it would have been your last pottery and painting lesson for the semester and you just couldn't wait. The reason.. your best friend was going to be your muse. You always hinted something that happened with him in your paintings but for today's portray you had free volition on whatever you wanted to draw. No guidelines nor censorship. Your creativity only.

"Ready for pottery, babygirl?" Chris poked your cheek as you walked around with your supplies for the art lesson afterwards.

Babygirl was one of the pet names he loved to call you with. As you two got to know each other, you found out that you were more similar than what you already known. From your facial habits to your hand movements. Even when you had fun doing choreographies and singing with the members, you would catch yourself moving or making the same expressions as him. You loved it.

"Cutie, you there?" He flicked your nose making you bite his finger.

"Yes, Chris. I'm ready." You pouted as you sipped on your boba.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you softly.

"Yeah, just thinking." You mumbled looking on your phone realising the day.

"Shit." You gasped almost choking on your drink.

"What? What happened?" Chris questioned looking at you puzzled.

"I have a date with Justin." You mumbled wanting to slam your head against the wall.

"Ah, I see. That guy." He mumbled trying not to sound weird to your ears. Not that you noticed anyways, he always sounded like that whenever you mentioned guys in general.

As you kept on walking to find the classroom, you couldn't stop thinking about how you didn't even want to go on that date. Justin seemed like a cute and funny guy but he definitely didn't set your heart ablaze. The only one for you was still Chris but you just didn't know what to do with him. You just secretly put on a line to not cross by yourself. If he ever did, you would have gladly erased it.

During pottery, your eyes laid on his arms. He would always use short sleeved arms and would always position himself in front of you so that you could chat. He always thought you looked there just to know what he makes or how to use your own hands on your own crafting. It made it so easy for you to stare at his hands, at him.

His hands and wrists freed from his jewelry, making his veins pop out even more. Eyes fixed on his dirtied, calloused and long fingers, his wide thumb making you lick on your own lips as your imagination went far ahead in time.

"Your mug is slightly crushed, darling." Chris teased making you blink twice before noticing.

"Fuck." You cursed as you laughed.

"Here.." Standing up, he sat on the spot unused of the chair you were sitting on. "Let me help you, yeah?" He mumbled moving his arms between your sides, his face resting on your shoulder as he moved his hands with yours. "This is your eight mug and you still can't get it good at the first try, uh?" He teased, his hot breath hitting on your skin.

'Ask yourself two questions.' You thought as you looked at his thumbs caressing the back of your hands. 'You're too distracting.'

His fingers moving along with yours as you crafted the mug you'll cherish forever. His chest moving at every inhale and exhale he took, brushing against your back. Biting your lower lip, your eyebrows twitched as you fought your best to not close your thighs. Gulping down you felt the way his lap moved on the sides of your legs.

"Good girl, just like that." He whispered retracting his hands from yours.

Your mind coming to your senses as he stood up, making you feel empty. You looked at the mug and smiled.

"Where are you going?" You questioned almost begging him to sit there and hold you once again.

It wouldn't have been a first anyways. You would always watch movies together, cuddling, fall asleep together, sometimes staying up all night at your shared balcony to talk and hug. You never kissed once, even when you were drunk with him, you would always feel sober in some aspects. You would remind your drunk self to never kiss him, never strip in front of him, never bring out naughty jokes that you would normally do when you're sober. Naughtiness and flirting was normal between you but you always knew when to stop.

Not wanting to make it hard for him.

"But it's complete." He whined looking at his own bowl that was left uncompleted.

"Carve it for me, please?" You pouted cutely as you looked up at him, blinking a few times.

"Ugh.." He groaned shaking his head, sitting back behind you.

As he took a carving knife, he looked at you, waiting for your orders.

'Fuck, I can't just resist that face of your's.' Chris thought, as he kept it cool.

After all he was used to hide his emotions, hide his expressions so that others wouldn't know what went through his head.

"Draw me Wolf Chan, please." You poked his inner thigh making him jolt.

"Oh-ho, you want me to carve you myself?" He teased, his lips brushing on your ear.

"You surely serve the best for later." He whispered, nose stroking against your cheek.

"Remember that you share the same classes with people that could also be your fans." You whispered poking his thigh once again.

'The more you do that, the more I can't resist it.' He thought, eyes lingering on yours before he started carving what you asked him to.

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Finally it was time for your date with Justin. You got ready, a dark magnetic blue tanktop, and tech pants, on your feet your Star Hike Converse that you let Hyunjin turn it into a personal customised official Stray Kids merch. Taking your varsity jacket and your handbag, you got out.

Once at the cafeteria, you had dinner with Justin, the first time you've ever ate dinner without your brother or Chris.

The conversation was barely moving, you didn't really match but you just kept your other nice personality. It felt rather suffocating not being able to be yourself, your unfiltered self that you'd want your other half to see, to learn, to enjoy... To love.

After some time, as you walked at the campus' park, you looked around and sighed softly.

"What a nice weather, the breeze is amazing." You said, your eyes staring at the leaves moving.

"Not really my kind of weather." Justin chuckled, making you close your eyes.

'Don't mind it...' You thought. 'Suck it up, it's just the first date.'

As you conversated with Justin, not really enjoying how he never said he enjoyed anything you liked. Chris was hiding behind a tree, listening to whatever that guy was saying.

"Summer is my favourite season. I always go to the beach and have fun." Justin spoke making Chris' mouth twitch in anger.

'She loves fall and spring. Not summer, you dumbass.' He silently cursed at the guy.

"Ah, I see." You smiled nodding as you bent down to grab a fallen leaf.

The moment the guy's eyes laid on your ass, Chris clenched his jaw. Fist closed in a punch ready to be thrown.

'Eyes off.' He thought as his head twitched in anger.

The guy looked at you as you rummaged inside your handbag, you felt something weird so you turned around and looked at it from inside, slightly under the streetlights.

"Alex..." You cursed him as you found what he previously slid inside your bag when he was in your room.

A condom.

'As if I'm gonna do anything with this dude...' You thought.

"Would you like to.. spend the night together?" Justin's voice brought your mind back to your conversation.

Christopher from behind the tree on the verge of throwing his fists at him. Eyes burning him from afar.

"Know each other better..." The blond guy mumbled. "Physically..." He whispered in your ear making you look up to him.

The moment you were about to push the guy aside, loud steps came from behind you.

"She's not interested." A voice you well recognised spoke, making you turn around.

"And you are?" Justin questioned smirking, as if insinuating that a random dude came just to get you.

"Her fucking best friend." Not a second later his fist came in contact with Justin's face.

"Minho, what are you doing?!" You exclaimed pushing him from his chest.

Christopher fists relaxing as he saw his bandmate approaching you before he did. Making it easier to not mess it completely up between you and him.

"Now, you either leave or I'll beat you once again." Minho spoke harshly as he looked at that guy with hatred.

"Whatever." The guy scoffed and left.

You turned around and hinted Minho to take a seat on the bench near a tree.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned in disbelief.

"I came to hear that the guy you had a date with today, went on a date last night as well." He spouted. Fists hitting the wooden bench.

"I was about to turn him down anyways." You mumbled.

"Just... date him." He whispered looking at you. "He will surely treat you better and will definitely never pull any kind of bullshit like any other guy would." Bringing you into a hug, he caressed your hair.

"You know I can't..." You whispered, head falling on his shoulder.

"Fuck that. Fuck any other guy." Minho mumbled sighing.

Christopher, still listening from behind the tree was confused, puzzled from your conversation. He never thought you were already interested in someone else. He always thought you didn't think of dating up until now. He always thought that your remarks about some guys were just words. Silently he retreated and went to his dorm room.

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Once there, he took off his clothes and wore some sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt. He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and went to the balcony, looking at the forest up ahead.

"She had someone in her mind all this time and she didn't tell me?" Chris questioned to himself.

"If Minho even told her to ask that guy... then he must be good for her..." Puzzled he leaned in and lowered his head.

"Hey..." A soft voice came from behind.

Chan turned around and saw you. Not wanting to let you know that he knew all about your date, he smiled at you. You could easily tell that he wasn't feeling good.

"How was the date?" He questioned leaning at the balcony's barricade.

"We weren't a match." You just replied, taking a place right besides him.

"Wanna talk about it?" He questioned, wrapping an arm on your shoulders.

"Just, meh.." You didn't know what to tell. "I just thought that if I went on a date with someone, I'd forget about my feelings for this one guy but I just got reminded how much I fucking love him." You explained, as you looked ahead.

The moon was shining so brightly. The full moon was covering you both, wrapping you under it's light.

Christopher standing right behind you, held his hands on the barricade, clenching his fingers around it. His arms flexing as he pressed his chest against your back. His crotch brushing against your ass making you blush.

"Can I know this guy's name?" He questioned, sounding annoyed by this new information he learnt about.

Resting your head against his chest, you looked up to him. Tired of pretending you just let it out. "You really didn't notice?"

"I'm pretty dense when it comes to that, babygirl." He whispered against your skin.

"You should know that." His eyes looking at you.

A look so tender and sweet that it made you melt on his body.

'How could I even think of dating someone else?' You thought as your eyes lingered on his.

"You're either that naive or... you just like teasing me..." You whispered, your eyes swifting their gaze on his plush lips.

"Baby, enlighten me." He whispered taking a step forward, pressing his body onto yours.

"Chris..." You whispered closing your eyes. "You should have known by now."

"Is it one of us?" He questioned softly.

Nodding silently, you could feel him against your ass.

"You're so mean..." You whispered, opening your eyes staring into his eyes.

"Am I?" His voice deeper as he lowered his tone.

"You're so damn mean..." Your voice turning even softer.

"I'll fight him, whoever it is." He mumbled turning you around.

After trying to give him hints as you kept on talking, before going to sleep, you decided to drop a bomb on him.

Taking off your laced panties you threw them his way before going inside and closing the door of the balcony.

"He should catch up to that, right?" You questioned, face all heated and red as you looked at Felix in disbelief.

"If he doesn't get it, then he's lost it." He mumbled handling you some water.

"Ah, you okay if I go somewhere for a moment?" Felix questioned putting his phone inside his pockets.

"Don't worry about me." You mumbled going to the bathroom.

Cleaning yourself, you sprayed some of your natural rose essential scent all around your body and then wrapped your silky robe around your curves. Coming outside of the bathroom, you noticed Chan standing up from your bed pulling you into his embrace. Lips pressed onto yours making your tensed body melt into his arms.

"You should have given me those panties months ago, babygirl." He whispered kissing you once more.

"You oblivious." You whispered into the kiss.

As you always thought, his lips were definitely sweet, tasty and kissable.

"You should have known my feelings too..." He whispered, brows furrowed as he desperately kissed your lips.

As your lips crushed against each other, your tongues roamed around each other's mouth. Feeling tingly, you clenched your fingers around the cloth of his shirt. In response he grabbed you and sat back on your mattress, seating you onto his lap. Making him groan under you.

You could feel it. He was hard. This was the first time he didn't move away from you which made you unknowingly bite his lower lip, making him grunt inside your mouth.

"Fuck baby..." Holding you by your hips, his prints gripped on your body through the thinnest layer of your robe.

One of your hands reached on your bag, looking for something and pulling it out. You pulled away from his lips and looked at him.

"Do you wanna...?" You questioned showing him the condom in your hands.

His lips parted, hands lingering on you. He looked at you and buckled up under you, making you gulping down a moan. That was enough for you to set aside the condom and get rid off of his shirt.

As your lips connected once more, he opened your robe and let it fall on the floor. A hand of his sliding on your ass, groping it firmly while the other cupped one of your tits, massaging it softly.

"God you're so fucking sexy." He moaned into your mouth.

Sensing that tingling feeling between your legs, you instinctively grinded onto him making him moan once again into your mouth making you bite his lips once again.

Breathless, he left a wet trail of kisses against your skin, from your jaw to your breasts. One pierced nipple caught between his lips while the other was teased with his thumb.

Head thrown back, you moaned silently in his embrace. "Chris..."

Feeling too excited, you pulled back from his embrace and slid between his lap.

"What are yo-mhm.." Looking at you placing your hands on his thighs, kissing his inner thigh through the cloth of his sweatpants.

Slowly moving your hands upwards, you looked at his naked torso, memorising every line on his abdomen, memorising the way his chest flexed everytime you caressed his body.

Freeing him of his clothing, your eyes lingered on his member. It was way bigger than you expected. As you stared at it, Chris looked at you, twitching at the sight of your eyes on him. At the sight of your naked body finally revealed to his eyes.

Licking your lips, you licked the shaft of his dick, hands placed on both of his lap, caressing and softly scratching his skin.

"Shit... baby.." Gulping down, he looked at you.

Your eyes glancing right into his brown irises as you went down on him. Your head bopping down in a slow pace making him clench his fingers around the sheets. Feeling precum on your tongue, you deep-throated him, a hand of his moving on your head, caressing your scalp as guiding you on his long, wide, hard and veiny length.

"Just like that, babygirl..." Breathing heavily, he moved his hips meeting your throat.

Throat fucking you, he kept his eyes on yours. Taking in every aspect of your expressions.

Oh, how he always wanted to be inside your mouth.

While the both of you oblivious about each other's feelings, you happened to always chat during bed time while a hand was busy on your body, making you crave one another every next morning you saw each other.

Moving your head up and down, up and down, he found himself releasing deep inside your mouth. Making you dig your nails in his thighs.

"God.. you're definitely soul snatching.." He whispered in his orgasm making you gulp down and take the wrapping of the condom between your teeth, opening it.

"Soul snatching?" You questioned with a smirk as you put the rubber between your lips.

"Something me and the others say whenever you get corndogs." He mumbled pulling up his head looking right at you.

With a puzzled look he parted lips to speak but you cut him off by deep-throating him to wrap the condom around his hardness.

"Gosh, that was so damn sexy." He whispered looking at your body sitting onto his lap.

Rubbing his cock against your wet cunt, you slowly began sitting onto him. Taking him inch by inch. Lips parted you let out soft moanings escape your lips and you finally adjusted to his length.

"You're definitely bigger than my ex." You mumbled making him twitch inside you.

Hands on your hips, he guided your slow movements, enjoying the feeling of being inside of you. Biting on his lips, he leaned in to kiss your neck.

Your eyes looking deep into his movements, mouth opened in breathy gasps as you moved onto him.

"You lucky you're wearing a condom.." You whispered into his ear. "Or else, you would never be able to take it out.." Licking and nibbling on his earlobe, you kept on riding his hardness slowly.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your comment, a mix of surprise and amusement filling his eyes as he looked into yours.

"Well, you know what they say about condoms.. They prevent babies, but not the fun." His hands reached around your hips and started moving them in rhythm with your thrusts, his breath hitting your ear as he spoke.

Steadying your hands on his shoulders, you chuckled at his comment. With a smirk on your lips you kissed his neck before blowing your warm breath against his ear.

"You're the only guy I've ever swallowed." Wanting to tease him, you confessed a little secret of yours.

He couldn't help but let out a laugh, his free hand reaching up to toy with your breasts as you distracted him with your tease. "Yeah.. It's not every day a girl swallows a k-pop idol."

Your confession surprised him slightly, so he replied playfully. "But honestly. I'm more than proud that you chose to do that." His hands slightly pinching your pierced nipples, pushing you deeper onto him as he spoke.

Chuckling you started moving in wave motions as if to toy with his dick inside. Lips parted you plated a kiss under his eyes. "I mean, I've never swallowed even my ex." Touching his biceps, you groped them as you kept on riding him.

With that being said, he gripped on your ass cheeks and started slamming himself harder inside of you making you gasp and bite on his shoulder.

"Fu-uhck!" As you kept your nails deep into his skin, he threw his head back as his cock slammed in and out, in and out. Non-stop.

Balls deep inside you, he moaned as you both found your movements in synch. Without announcing it, he kissed your lips and whispered. "Look at me, babygirl."

Eyes on his, lips parted in moans you both found your release as you reached you first ever orgasm.

Because yeah, your ex had a nice dick but he never knew how to actually satisfy you.

Your lips crushed as you ate each other's moans. After riding through your high, he pulled out and embraced you moving your bodies in the middle of the mattress right after he threw away the used condom.

Cuddling and kissing, you both relaxed on each other embrace.

"I love you, my lady." Chris whispered into your ear.

"I love you more, Chris." You whispered kissing his lips.

Holding each other in a warm and soft hug, you both dozed off with a smile on your faces and marks all over your bodies.

#straykids #stray #kids #bang chan oneshot #stay #bystay #bang chan #yang jeongin #lee know #lee felix #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #han jisung #skz #skz bangchan

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verygirlygirl · 2 years

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Jealousy

Requested by: @ladyolor

Summary: after a hard morning with moose you come to class to see your boyfriend and his previous crush partnerd up this causes some feelings to arise.

Tw: SA, mo*se, (not a Trigger warning but jealousy)

"Leave me alone moose" you groaned as your bully followed you on your way to school. He always did this and it became a routine for you at this point, "I'm not leaving you alone unless I get my kiss y/n" he taunted.

Those words sent shivers up your spine God he was gross. "No I'm not kissing you" you said plainly, of course that angered him so he grabbed you and slammed your back into a nearby tree.

The pain of the hard wood slamming against your body almost made you lose your balance. "Do you think you're better than me or something?" He began to get closer to you, but you moved your face the opposite way.

"No I don't moose I just wanna be left alone

A Yelp left your lips as you felt hands on your hips and soon moose was just a few inches away from your face. "You sure?" His breath stunk and you could see how little he took care of himself

"Hey!" You and moose flinched but he was quickly pulled off by Robin? "Hey dude what the fuck are you doing to my buddy's girl?" You felt as if you were about to break down, it was incredibly embarrassing.

You touched Robin's shoulder to grab his attention. "Hey Robin let's just go please I don't wanna be late" he sighed but nodded while staring moose down, "what was that about?" Robin asked "it's nothing just don't tell finney about it".

He look at you with skeptical eyes "are you and moose a thing y/n?" You shook your head repeatedly. "No no we aren't moose has been doing this for weeks now I don't wanna worry finney", Robin sighed and nodded "alright I won't tell finney but call me when you need help".

"I will" you said as you smiled and waved him off while you made your way to your class. "You're late miss l/n" of course you knew you were late, "everyone has gotten partners but you and we don't have enough people in the class so you'll be doing your project alone".

You nodded not really thinking much of it until you saw finney and Donna talking. You made your way to an empty seat at the back of the class and stared holes into finneys head, Finney hadn't even waved at toy once you walked in he was too focused on her.

After class was over finney and donna were talking by the lockers. "Uh yea of we can move the project over to tomorrow night..no no I don't mind at all", Finney was obviously flustered anyone could see that. His hands finding random places to scratch, the way he stuttered.

After a few seconds of staring finney caught you and finally acknowledged your existence in the halls. "Oh hey y/n!" Oh so now he wants to talk to you? Now that his other little girlfriend has to go to another class.

"Hey Finney" you say coldly by the way his face contorted he definitely noticed. "Hey whats wrong? He asked as worry crept onto his fetures, "nothings wrong Finney" and with that you walked away and didn't speak to him for the rest of the day.

After what felt like days you were able to go home. You didn't see Finney on your way home, and you didn't see moose either but that wasn't really a bad thing.

"Hey mom" you said lazily as you dragged yourself up the stairs and into your bed. Today was torture and you weren't sure how you were gonna recover from it, So you decided to take a nap maybe sleeping it off would help.

When you woke up it was dark and quiet outside. Even your mom had went to sleep you checked your clock and it was about 12 am, you decided to relax until you heard a knock on yohr window that made you jump.

You peeked through your curtain to see finney hanging on a skinny branch for dear life. Honestly you didn't care of he fell or not at this point but you cracked open your window and glared at him. "Yes Finney?"

He grunted and with a soft smile he whispered "please let me in? I swear I'll be quiet?". You grumbled some swear words but you let him in anyway,still refusing to really make eye contact or really even apeak to him.

"Whats wrong y/n?" You rolled your eyes "there's nothing wron-". You were about to lie to him again but you saw tears? You sighed "finney.. don't cry please".

You held his face softly in your hands and brought his face to your chest "are you gonna leave me?" He asks in a quivering voice. Fuck you did not mean for this to happen "no of course not finney", he sniffled and nodded quickly wiping his tears off his face.

"Tell me what happened" you were surprised at how quickly he stopped crying but told him anyway." I saw you and Donna chatting.." you confessed embarrassment slowly creeping up on you, "so that's what all this is about? Donna?".

He grabber your hands and put them in his "y/n.. I love you I'd never ever look at another girl the way I look at you". You put your head down in shame almost like a child getting scolded " 'm sorry finney..".

Finney sighed and kissed the top of your head "it's ok". you sighed and started to put your deadweight onto finney until both of you fell onto your bed, "I wanna stay with you..sleep with me?" You asked practically whining into his neck.

"Of course..we can sleep together tonight" a small smile found its way to your lips and you kissed finneys collarbone. "Night finney.. love you".

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depressoexpresso-anon · 1 year

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hello! It’s me again so I don’t know if your doing requests or not! But can I request Yuurivoice Alphonse x Listener x Seth: A Christmas mistletoe fluff? (Since it’s almost Christmas)

The listener baking Christmas cookies while Alphonse and Seth decorating of the outside of the house. Until Alphonse has a idea and told Seth about the plan for listener. When the listener finish with the cookies, she/he/they saw the boys holding a mistletoe.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

Alphonse x Reader x Seth

As the boys decorate the outside with holiday cheer, Seth finds a plant that is very fawned over during the holidays.

Sfw, Happy holiday fluff.

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It was only a few more days till Christmas and you can tell that at least one of your boys is excited about the big day.

Alphonse always loved the holidays. It was like he was possessed by the ghost of Christmas. If he could he would just skip over thanksgiving and start to put up the tree.

Al was practically skipping his way through the house this morning as Christmas inches closer. He helped Seth with the last of the indoor decoration around the house while you were in the kitchen cleaning up the rest of the breakfast dishes.

As you were just finishing cleaning up, Al came sliding into the kitchen wearing his snow gear.

"Boo! I and Seth are gonna decorate the outside," he said with excitement.

You turned around to get a full look at him. He was dressed in his winter denim jacket with snow pants and black boots with small pink details on them.

He looked so cute, like a little kid excited to play in the snow.

You smiled at his kiddish behavior before speaking.

"What decorations? I thought we would just put a wreath on the door and call it done."

"Yeah, well I found some of my old Christmas stuff that my folks would put up when I was a kid. So I thought hell, might as well spruce up the outside too." Al said matter-of-factly.

You heard the sound of Seth's loud heavy footsteps as he walked into the kitchen. He looked annoyed as he fidgeted with his Carhartt overalls.

"Y/N can you help me suit up?" Seth asked as he looked over to you with frustrated eyes.

You gave an amused smile as you tried your best to assist your brown-haired lover.

Seth was dressed like a blizzard was coming. He wore a black hoodie under his winter overalls along with his signature jacket. He also wore big chunky steel-toe boots that you got him a Christmas or two ago.

"So your both gonna decorate outside?" you ask them both.

"Yeah, I thought I can help a bit. Also pop gives me some Christmas stuff I had growing up so I thought I can put some of it outside." Seth said as he watched you help with the zippers and buttons that run along with the pant of the overalls.

As you finished helping Seth suit up you step back to look at both of your boyfriends and let out a quiet sigh.

"Make sure that you stay safe out there and make sure you both come inside for a break or two, ok. I don't want you guys to get frostbit," you say cautiously.

"We'll be fine boo and if we get too cold we'll come in and you'll warm us up," Alphonse said as he walked towards you and gave you a big reassuring hug.

As you pulled away you turned to Seth to hug him as well.

"I'm gonna miss my little helper," you mumbled as Seth gently squeezed you lovingly before breaking the hug.

"Hey, what about me!?" Al said offended.

You point at him accusingly "You sir are a sugar thief and let's not forget the time you caught the toaster on fire."

"Now the toaster was purely an accident and you know I can't stop myself when it comes to your sweets boo."

"Seth can," you stated plainly.

"Yeah well Seth is better at self-control than I am and if we stand here arguing then we'll never get the outside done."

On that note, both Al and Seth gave their goodbye kisses before walking out into the cold.

You weren't wrong when you said that it was cold outside. The forecast said that this week was supposed to be around 10 degrees Fahrenheit and even drop into the negatives that night.

That's why you decided to make Al's and Seth's favorite sweet and have hot cocoa and soup prepared for when they got back inside.

Even though Al made it seem that there was a lot to put up outside, there wasn't.

A lot of the things Al found in his attic were either broken, ripped, shattered, etc. He was thankful that his favorite inflatable was still intact.

It was a large pastel blue dragon with a Santa hat. He also found light-up plastic penguins that he had since he could remember.

Seth's decor on the other hand was a little bit more homemade.

While he was at his father's place, his dad gave him the plywood silhouettes of Santa's sleigh and deer, along with a cutout of the Grinch and Max thinking Seth might make better use of them than he would.

Even though Seth's father was an alcoholic, he did try to make Christmas a bit special for him when he was very young and when Jesse was still there.

The front yard looked like a mix match of everything Christmas but with no real theme, it brought hidden charm to the house that neither of them knew it had.

As Seth was stringing lights around the windows and the porch of the house he spotted something at the edge of the woods that caught his eye.

"Hey Al come look at this," he said as he turned to the pink-haired man that was struggling to untangle the mess of lights.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Look at this plant." Seth simply stated as Alphonse wattled over to where his boyfriend was.

"I think this might be mistletoe."

"Nah it can't be. Mistletoe has those red berry things on it. This has little white things."

Seth shook his head dismissively before replying. "No, I remember reading a book-"

"Reading or skimming," Alphonse interrupted with a smirk while looking at a slightly annoyed Seth.

"I was reading a survival book about different plants and roots that are edible and I remember seeing a picture of this under mistletoe."

"Well if it's mistletoe, you thinking what I'm thinking," Al said to Seth while giving him a gentle smile.

You look out the kitchen window and watch the small snowflakes start to evolve into thick fat clumps of snow that coat the ground.

It was starting to get dark and the snow was starting to come down harder than it was that morning.

You started to grow more worried about the two lovers in the cold.

You know that they would come in when they felt cold, but you also knew that they both tended to overwork themselves or see that the project that their working on got finished first before taking care of themselves.

You decided it was best to go get your boys before the storm worsened.

You rushed to the living room to put on your coat that was hanging by the door and your boots that were sitting neatly under it.

Right before you could get your coat on, the door opened up to reveal Alphonse and Seth both covered head to toe in snow.

You put your hand to your chest as you look at the two boys that were stripping at the door.

"You guys scared the shit out of me! I was gonna come and look for you." Both of your boyfriends simultamulasly apologized for not coming in sooner. You quickly forgave them before scolding them again out of concern.

You helped them both out of their cold wet snow gear before taking them to the wash.

"Hey, there's hot soup and sweets in the kitchen. Go eat and I'll join you in a minute, ok," you said while you walked away with the bundle of clothes.

As the boys watched you disappear around the corner, Seth quickly turned to Alphonse.

"You still got it," Seth whispered to Al while Al searched around in his pocket.

He pulls out a small stem of the mistletoe bush and gives an approving smile.

Seth returns the smile before heading his way to the kitchen, only to be stopped by Al's hand on his shoulder.

Seth turns around to find Al raising the plant above both of their heads and gives him a knowing smirk.

Seth gives out a small chuckle before cupping Al's face with both hands and giving him a deep passionate kiss. As they both pull away panting a bit, Seth gives a satisfied hum as he looks at Al's heart-struck face.

Seth then takes Alphonse's hand and leads him to the kitchen so they can finally eat after a long day of work.

You walked into the kitchen to see your two lovers engaged in conversation while patiently sipping on the hot soup.

Before you can stroll further into the kitchen and help yourself to dinner, you were stopped by Alphonse who simply said "Look up."

As you did you found that there was a small plant hanging by a thread and taped to the top of the door frame.

You gave out a gentle laugh before answering. "Is that real mistletoe? Where did you find it?"

"Alphonse and I found it by the edge of the woods. So we thought we would surprise you."

"Well, I am very stoked to see that you found real mistletoe," you replied before walking toward the stove only to be stopped by Seth.

"Hold on now sugar. Isn't there a special tradition having to do with mistletoe this time of year?" Seth teased as he approached you. He reached his hand to caress your cheek as he looked at you with loving eyes.

It wasn't long til you felt something a familiar figure pressed against your back.

Al wrapped his arms around your waist and propped his head on your shoulder watching your face twist in amusement.

"Oh, how could I possibly forget?" You teased back before leaning in to kiss Seth.

It was a simple and sweet kiss that lead to a passionate one, like the one Seth shared with Alphonse in the living room.

As you pulled away you turned around to give the same treatment to the sweet man behind you.

"Thank you both for what you did. I love you."

"We love you too Y/N." Your lovers said before giving you another kiss on both of your cheeks and engulfing you in a warm hug that can whisp out any cold that December brings.

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Rushed this one out so it can be out before the holiday's end. I think this is one of my favorites yet. Thank you anon for the request.

Thank you for reading!

Love ya 💕

And...

🌟🎄Merry Christmas🎄🌟

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice fanfic #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #merry chrysler

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hymn-of-muse · 1 year

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Ready, Aim, Shoot!

Another Evangelyne + Child!Reader requested by anon!

string pulled back, arrow wavering, arrow shot...target missed yet again.

you grumbled as you tried again and again to hit an arrow in the tree at the spot you circled, having snuck off with your mothers bow earlier to try and practice all by yourself.

You'd seen your big brother floppin and your mom shoot arrows tonnes of times before, you wanted to do it too! they made it seem so easy. so why was floppin good at it and you kept dropping the arrow or missing your target?

you wanted to be able to fight like your mom, just like your big brother floppin you looked up to her a lot, you looked up to both your parents and older siblings, and you wanted to help be able to protect your family especially with a new baby on the way going to make you a big sibling instead of the youngest now.

but it was hard, you just couldnt seem to figure out how to get it right, you'd been out here behind the house practicing for what felt like hours and it was really getting frustrating.

you lined up another arrow, sticking your tongue out as you focused and tried your best to aim at the spot on the tree when...

"(name)??!" the sudden voice calling out surprised you, making you lose your focus and shoot the arrow way past the tree. you groaned in complaint.

"(name)? what are you doing way over here, i called a while ago-is that my bow?" your mother caught you. Evangelyne stood with her arms crossed. "what are you up to little one?"

too late to try and hide the bow behind your back you gave her a pout and pointed at the mark on the tree you were trying to hit. "training.." you mumbled, hanging your head.

Eva looked from the tree to you and chuckled as she seemed to connect the dots. walking over a kneeling down to your level to tap your chin and tilt your head back up to look at her. "why do you want to train with a bow, little one?"

"well cuz!" you took a breath in "i wanna be cool like you and floppin and shoot arrows and help protect everyone like you do but i just cant get it right, it looks so easy when you do it! i just...i wanna help..but i cant do it...im sorry for stealing you bow mama.." you mumbled the last bit after your ramble, holding out her bow to hand it back to her.

Evangelyne smiled warmly at you, placing her hand over yours and curling your fingers back over the handle of the bow. "here, i'll help you, dear." she said softly.

"you...will? you'll help me like you showed floppin?" you asked, smile growing on your face.

"I will." She smiled back, gesturing back to the tree with her free hand. "now, show me what your aim looks like." She began instructing, helping you figure out where you were going wrong and where to improve.

you held the bow up once more, pulling back the string and aiming the tip of the arrow right where you wanted it to go, closing one eye and looking through the other.

"no, keep both eyes open." she told you, gently placing a hand under your arm and tilting your aim upwards a slight bit. "you need to aim a little higher and account for the distance, the arrow with curve and fall." she explained, helping you straighten your stance before letting go of you and backing away a tad bit to give you space.

"ready? try now. fire." she spoke and you released the arrow on her command. it flew from your fingertips, up through the air and hit the tree! not on the mark but it still hit the tree!

"I DID IT!" you cheered and turned to her with the most triumphant grin.

smiling back with a proud giggle, Eva pat your head. "you did little one! very good! why dont you try another without my help this time?" she asked.

you nodded and lined up the bow again, straightening yourself and keeping both eyes open like she told you.

Ready...Aim...Shoot.

reblogs appreciated!

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all-my-writings-and-musings · 2 years

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I have been under the weather, and only writing some incredibly self indulgent fluff has helped. Hopefully it makes you feel a little better too!

If you like this, you can request a snippet in my inbox!

Cute snippet of Macaque being soft with baby monkeys post season 3, with the faintest hint of ShadowPeach if you squint.

Macaque took a deep breath under the shade of a particularly lush tree, picking up the bouquet of a million different breeds of flowers and fruits mixing together in the late spring air as he folded his arms behind his head. It was impossible not to relax in the dappled light, especially as a trove of ripe mangoes danced on the branches overhead. With a small waterfall cascading into the pool at his side, it was almost impossible just to keep himself from drifting off. The naps on Flower Fruit Mountain were like no other…

Yet he knew he wasn't alone, not that he was too worried about the company. They weren't nearly as sneaky as they thought they were.

Halfway tempted to jump into the bushes and surprise his crowd of onlookers, he settled for calling out in their direction, not bothering to move now that he'd gotten comfortable. "I know you're watching me, you little ankle biters…"

The dozen or so young monkeys that had been watching him cried out in a panic, tripping over themselves to hide as Macaque frowned from a most unexpected burst of guilt at having frightened them. Sighing, he sat up and looked at the wide eyes staring at him through the leaves. They were shaking in obvious terror, twisting his heart further and making him want to apologize for the scare.

"Come on out, I know what you're here for." he offered, pointing to the fruit overhead that had obviously been their initial target. Though he'd chosen this spot to have some for himself, he was more than capable of sharing. These monkeys lived here anyway, it would have been rude to keep it all to himself. When they hesitated, he focused his energy and knocked an elbow into the trunk with expert aim, sending the ripest fruits tumbling down from the branches above. Catching one, he held it out as a peace offering.

"I won't stop you from getting a snack."

Eyes wide with fear filled with awe at the trick, and he couldn't keep from smiling as the young simians hurried out from the bushes to grab as much as they could carry, hollering in delight at the bounty he'd just offered up. An especially brave little one came right up to him, accepting the fruit he held out with tiny hands and taking an enormous bite for his size. He could see why Wukong liked hanging out with these guys after so much time, they never lost their sense of wonder…

"You gonna tell your king I'm here, huh?" he playfully asked the little monkey nomming the mango he'd gifted, looking past them to eye the top of the mountain where the Shame Temple sat. If his presence was already known, the Monkey King was indeed holding up his end of the bargain; allowing Macaque to visit whenever he liked, so long as he didn't cause trouble. Having a hard time believing that, he had to figure that Wukong just wasn't aware he was here… yet. Looking back at the admittedly adorable monkey dribbling juice down his white fur, he tried not to smile at the cuteness. "I bet once you've finished up your lunch, you'll head on back to let him know-"

To his great surprise, the baby monkey crawled into his lap without being invited, still munching away as he curled up with the fruit in his tiny hands. Caught quite off guard, Macaque was only frozen for a second before the act melted what remained of his pretend apathy to their cuteness. Settling his back against the tree trunk, he smiled softly. The monkey's velvet soft head moved into his palm as he offered a few gentle pets.

"Ah… I missed you guys too."

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #sun wukong #macaque #shadowpeach #lmk fanfiction #lmk s3 spoilers #lmk season 3 #the monkey king #journey to the west

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fandomsnstuff · 1 year

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Look at me writing about npcs, we've got two more prompts people we're in the home stretch

@taznovembercelebration Cloak or reveal

Angus pulls up the hood of his cloak and darts through the Neverwinter crowds with practiced ease. As annoying as it is to not be taken seriously a lot of the time, a perk of being a little boy of just eleven is that he's short enough that people don't notice him, and if they do, he's old enough for it to not be weird he's out by himself. All he has to do is smile and tell any concerned pedestrians that his grandfather sent him out for some milk and butter.

He keeps his eyes locked on his target. The dragonborn woman has the same bracer as those guys from the train a while back, and looking at it makes his head spin the same way his active missing persons reports do. He's positive that whatever organization the train guys worked for are behind the missing people. He's found a thousand things pointing to the existence of some secret society in Faerun, he just needs a location.

He's seen a few people since the train that have the strange bracer, but they've all been cagey and refused to answer any questions. So his goal now is to tail this woman until they reach the headquarters of this thing. He doesn't really have a plan for what he'll do when he gets there, but he'll figure it out.

She turns into a nondescript alley, and Angus jogs to catch up. He peers around the corner and frowns. She's gone. She must've gone through a secret entrance before he caught up. He starts investigating the walls for magical and non-magical hidden doors. Then, suddenly, he's lifted into the air.

A half orc woman holds him by the back of his clothes and grins, "is this your little shadow, Carey?"

The dragonborn he'd been tailing, Carey, allegedly, is standing to the side of the half orc. She says, "That's the one, Killian." She looks to Angus, "you've gotta work on your sneakery, kid. I knew you were following me for at least three blocks."

"I-" he struggles a bit, trying to reach his badge, but with how he's being held, he can't quite get to it, "I am-" he huffs, abandoning the badge, "my name is Angus McDonald, I'm a detective working with-"

"Oh, we know who you are," Carey says, smiling menacingly, "you've been quite a thorn in our side."

"Our boss wants to speak with you," Killian says.

"Okay," Angus says nervously. "Where do we have to go?"

The two women exchange an amused look. Killian puts Angus back down on his feet and Carey puts an arm around his shoulder. She guides him back out to the sidewalk, and they walk away from downtown until they reach an empty field. Killian taps on her bracer, and he waits for the ground to open up or something. Instead, an orb descends from the sky and lands in front of them. He looks up and squints, but all he sees are the moons. He looks to Carey and asks, "where did that come from?"

She laughs, arm still around his shoulder, and winks. "You'll see."

She guides him inside, and Killian follows. The door closes, and the orb starts to lift up, and up, and up.

"I hope you're not afraid of heights," Killian jokes.

The ground gets far away, Neverwinter gets smaller as the moons grow. In fact, the smaller moon seems to grow exponentially more than the larger. Then it's so big, it's like it's right in front of them. Then a hatch seems to open on its surface and the orb goes into it. They land in some sort of hangar lined with hatches and orbs. When he stands up to exit, his head spins and he loses his balance for a second.

"Careful," Carey says, grabbing his arm to steady him.

"I'm dizzy," he says.

"I know," Carey guides him carefully out of the orb. "Just give us a minute and we'll take care of that."

He's lead out of the hangar to something that resembles a college campus. Domed buildings are scattered all around, connected by stone pathways, all centered on a grassy quad with an assortment of trees and picnic tables. He's grateful for Carey directing him, because his dizziness gets worse the more he tries to think about this.

This whole thing is... where? He was in an orb, and they landed on the moon. He is on the moon. He is in this campus. And he is on the moon. Both of these things are true, and yet he's hit that same block he's been meeting for weeks. He has two pieces of information that should connect, and he knows how they connect, he just can't process the solution.

"Don't think too hard about it," Killian says, "it only makes it worse."

"With all due respect, ma'am, all I do is think too hard."

Killian snorts. "Got me there."

They lead him to a central dome. Inside, a woman with a white staff stands on a dais, waiting for him. She looks at him with interest and scrutiny, a look he is all too familiar with.

A gnome walks up to him with a tray, on which sits a single vial of a strange, shimmering liquid. He takes it, and looks back up to the woman quizically. "If you want answers, I suggest you drink it," she says.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the worst, and downs it. At first, nothing really happens. He doesn't die, which is good news, and then dots all start connecting. He's on the moon, which is fake, which houses a secret organization with some memory-erasing magic. He remembers the names of the people he's looking for, his memories of dizzying hours in the city's archives becoming crystal clear. He remembers the symbol on the bracers.

"Angus McDonald," the woman on the dais says, spreading her arms, "welcome to the Bureau of Balance."

#taz fic #angus mcdonald #taz killian #taz carey #taz #killian. holding angus like a kitten: quit following my wife

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arkhams-asylum-for-misfit-shit · 3 months

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The DC Legacy Challenge

This is the DC Legacy Challenge! Each generation is (loosely) based around a character, either hero or villain, from DC comics. It includes 10 generations, plus 7 extras for the truly committed (or those who'd like to swap one out for something else). The ultimate goal of the challenge is to HAVE FUN!

Packs

This challenge was created with a conscious attempt to do something different every generation, and as such no consideration was given to packs. If you don't have a pack you need for a certain thing, feel free to substitute anything to suit what you've got, or even skip the whole gen if you want to.

For example, if you don't have Eco Living, then Poison Ivy would be fine with the Loves Outdoors trait, rather than Green Fiend. Don't have Bowling Night Stuff? As far as I know, Superman has never bowled once in his life. It was just for a little extra fun.

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs, City Living, Discover University, Eco Lifestyle, For Rent, Get Together, Get To Work, High School Years, Island Living, Seasons, Snowy Escape.

Game Packs

Dine Out, Jungle Adventure, Spa Day, StrangerVille.

Stuff Packs

Bowling Night, Home Chef Hustle, Nifty Knitting.

Additionally, for the bonus generations past 10, you'll need Horse Ranch, Cottage Living, and Moschino Stuff for the Vixen gen, Realm of Magic, for the Zatanna gen, and Get Famous for the Supergirl gen.

I think that's all of them (might have missed one, or a few).

Starting Funds

Easy: $20,000 Medium: $1800 Hard: $0

Rules of Succession

There are none! Play your legacy however you want; eldest child, matriarchy, or just whichever name you like best. The rules of succession are entirely up to you.

Inheritance Rules

Unless stated otherwise, you can take as much of your household funds with you as you want, if you're moving your heir out of home with each gen. Or you can send them out into the world with nothing. I personally take about 10% of the household funds.

General Rules

As above, it's important to remember the rules of this legacy are not strict. Even the order of the generations can be mixed and matched to suit you. I just want you to have fun with it; but if you need them, here's a few:

Play on Normal lifespan.

You must reach the max level of each gens chosen career.

The skills section indicates which skills MUST be maxed.

Barring the Supergirl gen (if you get to it) you CANNOT change your sims aspiration until the noted one is complete, but after that, the choice is yours.

Occult sims should not be carried on to the next generation, but if it happens, it happens.

Loans are permissible during gameplay, either through mods or cheats, so long as they're paid back.

But again, PLAY AS YOU LIKE. Maybe you always want to have a pet, maybe you don't want to kill other sims in the Joker gen, maybe you want to grab that Money Tree in gen one and never worry about money again. The point is fun, so go have it!

Suggestions

Don't get caught up in the name of each gen unless you really want to go full tilt; those are just who each gen is inspired by. Superman doesn't have to be Clark Kent. They don't even have to be a man. Get creative.

That calendar is there for a reason, add a few holidays, including a family reunion.

Think about adding your own favourite hero's or villains! There's a whole multiverse of characters to base a gen on out there (I didn't even use Flash, guys).

GENERATION 1: SUPERMAN

Your home, your family, everything is gone, so you're starting new on a new world, holding fast to the tenants of truth and justice ingrained in you. You fall madly in love with a co-worker and want nothing more than to settle down with them, and your dog, spending your life hiding just how truly impressive you are, only allowing yourself to stand out when you set fire to the bowling balls every time you hit the lanes.

Aspiration: Love > Soulmate Traits: Cheerful, Outgoing, Cringe Career: Writing > Journalism Branch Skills: Writing, Bowling Rules ☆ Marry a co-worker, or have the sim you marry become a journalist. ☆ Have a dog. ☆ Complete the Crystals collection, and display them in a part of your home called your Fortress of Solitude.

GENERATION 2: POISON IVY

Your parents were sickeningly in love and you swore you'd never become so dependent on another person, but you can't help how possessive you get. They're yours, but your partner and family are a distraction; all you really want to do is spend time with your plants. You're obsessed with them, crafting your life to revolve completely around them; your home, your job, your hobbies. Finding a collection of magic beans will allow you to truly become one with what you love the most.

Aspiration: Nature > Freelance Botanist Traits: Jealous, Loyal, Green Fiend Career: Gardener > Botanist Branch Skills: Gardening, Flower Arranging Rules ☆ Become a Plant Sim. ☆ Have a full greenhouse you tend to religiously. ☆ Grow a Death Flower.

GENERATION 3: WONDER WOMAN

Your parent never had much time for you, so you make time for everyone. You give all of yourself to the world, making friends where you can, making a difference even when you're told you can't. Your choice is always kindness, and you lead with respect for all your fellow sims. All you keep for yourself is your love for exploring beautiful art from ancient history, which you feel oddly connected to.

Aspiration: Popularity > Friend of the World Traits: Good, Art Lover, Proper Career: Politician > Charity Organizer Branch Skills: Charisma, Archaeology Rules ☆ Find the Amazonite Harvest Knife, Amazonite Skull, & Bullseye Amazonite Gold Perereca. ☆ Earn a Pristine reputation. ☆ Adopt at least one child.

GENERATION 4: JOKER

At some point in your childhood, something went horribly wrong in your head and you never really grew up. You become obsessed with pranks and jokes and the older you get, the more cruel they become until you reach the stage where the only time you feel good is by making others feel bad. Ingrained with your parent's leadership skills, you form yourself a gang of like-minded sims and have the time of your life reigning hell on the world.

Aspiration: Deviance > Chief of Mischief Traits: Goofball, Erratic, Mean Career: Criminal > Boss Branch Skills: Mischief, Comedy Rules ☆ Kill at least 3 other sims. ☆ Create a gang (club), and a funhouse for them to hang in. ☆ Earn an Atrocious reputation.

GENERATION 5: ORACLE

Your out of control parent caused a horrible accident that changed your life, but you refuse to let it limit you. You cut them out of your life, but you lack nothing with a close group of friends, and a hobby that keeps your hands busy and clears your mind. You're brilliant and determined, and going to change the world from behind your keyboard.

Aspiration: Knowledge > Computer Whiz Traits: Genius, Overachiever, Geek Career: Tech Guru > Start-up Entrepreneur Branch Skills: Programming, Knitting Rules ☆ Always work from home. ☆ Live in a penthouse loft, your Clock Tower. ☆ Form a club (anything you want) The Birds of Prey! ☆ Win the Hackathon and Ultimate Gaming Test at GeekCon.

GENERATION 6: AQUAMAN

You grew up in the city and hated it, so as soon as you're old enough you move to the islands and don't look back. You thought all you wanted was to chill with a drink by the water at the end of a long day keeping the beaches clean, but you've the strangest urge for more; the ocean draws you in and begs you to become one with it and you can't resist its call.

Aspiration: Nature > The Curator Traits: Vegetarian, Loves Outdoors, Child of the Ocean Career: Conservationist > Marine Biologist Branch Skills: Fitness, Mixology Rules ☆ Become a mermaid. ☆ Live in Sulani. ☆ Never EVER go fishing, or cook a fish dish. Fish are friends! ☆ Complete the Seashells collection.

GENERATION 7: BATMAN

You didn't even have a tv growing up but you recognize that technology is the future, and your skill with it gives you a good income with which to raise the large, thriving family you crave. You want to be a good parent, but you can't ignore the dangers that lurk in the world, and it makes you over-protective and distant. Lucky you were able to engineer up some help around the manor, to step in with the kids when you step too far back.

Aspiration: Family > Successful Lineage Traits: Gloomy, Paranoid, Family-oriented Career: Engineer > Computer Engineer Branch Skills: Robotics, Wellness Rules ☆ Live in a manor home. ☆ Have multiple children, all named after birds. ☆ Create a Servo to be your Alfred.

GENERATION 8: GREEN LANTERN

Your parent was obsessed with keeping you and your siblings safe, but you realized very early on that there was a whole world - a whole universe - out there that also needed protecting. You've got a powerful adventurous streak that sees you pushing the extremes, both in work and for fun. You don't just want to climb the highest mountains, you want to go higher and further than anyone else before you and you've got the will to do it.

Aspiration: Athletic > Extreme Sports Enthusiast Traits: Self-Assured, Adventurous, Active Career: Astronaut > Space Ranger Branch Skills: Rocket Science, Rock Climbing Rules ☆ Try for baby in your personal rocket ship. ☆ Complete the Space Rocks collection. ☆ Your significant other gets fridged (they must die).

GENERATION 9: LEX LUTHOR

You spent a lot of your childhood alone, your parent off on adventures, and it made you grow resentful about the aliens that drew them away. Hatred drives you into your career, if only so you can learn the skills you need to destroy those you most despise. You become so bitter and cruel no one would imagine that in another life you could've been a musical genius. You've got your future planned out, right up until the targets of your experimentations do a little experimenting of their own and you're left with the end product.

Aspiration: Knowledge > Nerd Brain Traits: Hates Children, Evil, Ambitious Career: Scientist Skills: Logic, Violin Rules ☆ One child only, from alien abduction. ☆ Have a negative relationship with your child. ☆ Have a home laboratory. ☆ Finish either the alien collection, or the elements collection.

GENERATION 10: MARTIAN MANHUNTER

It was no secret that you were an unwanted child. You grew up lonely and despised, craving for a connection to a home you could only dream of. When you leave, you take with you only the portal that will allow you to finally see where you come from. Determined to be nothing like your parent, you're drawn to the phrase 'protect and serve' and try to find pleasure in the simple joys of life, like perfectly baked cookies.

Aspiration: Food > Appliance Wiz Traits: Glutton, Unflirty, Generous Career: Detective Skills: Handiness, Baking Rules ☆ Inherit NO money. ☆ Be an alien. ☆ Complete the Experimental Food Print collection. ☆ Travel to Sixam.

BONUS GENS

+1. BLACK LIGHTNING

You didn't grow up with much, so you worked hard to put yourself through school and get a good job so your kids would have more. Your family is your world, you're fiercely protective of them, and busy as your work keeps you, you still always make time to spend with them, whether that be sharing a meal, a night out, watching a movie together, or playing your guitar for them.

Aspiration: Knowledge > Academic Traits: Hot-Headed, Bookworm, Family-oriented Career: Education > Professor Branch Skills: Research & Debate, Guitar Rules ☆ Have only two children. ☆ Enjoy a family night, every single week. ☆ Contribute knowledge to the Research Archive Machine several times.

+2. VIXEN

You've had an affinity for animals since you first bonded with the family pet. You've an eye for fashion that pays the bills, and feel a deep connection to where you come from, but you really just want to spend all your time with your furry friends, training them and taking care of them.

Aspiration: Animal > Friend of the Animals Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Horse Lover, Child of the Village Career: Freelancer > Fashion Photographer Skills: Veterinarian, Photography Rules ☆ Surround yourself with animals. ☆ Tend to your animals vet needs yourself. ☆ Win the Ultimate Horse Championship.

+3. CATWOMAN

You grew up surrounded by animals, but only one creature ever earned your respect; the cat. You spoil yours rotten, giving them all the love and attention you can, even cooking homemade meals for them. Your partners can't hold a candle to your adoration for cats, so they come and go, and your affinity with the felines saw you taking on some of their traits, learning the ability to sneak in and out of places quickly and quietly.

Aspiration: Love > Serial Romantic Traits: Cat Lover, Kleptomaniac, Noncommital Career: Unemployed Skills: Mischief, Gourmet Cooking Rules ☆ Make money through selling stolen objects. ☆ Own at least two cats at all times and treat them like the gods they are. ☆ Complete the Feathers collection.

+4. ZATANNA

A strange feeling came over you in your youth and led you into the world of magic. You're determined to master this ability, and even use it and your own innate flair to make a living on a stage, entertaining the gullible masses who never fail to fall for your charm. You don't think you're better than others, you know you are, and magic only proves it.

Aspiration: Knowledge > Spellcraft & Sorcery Traits: Self-Assured, Romantic, Snob Career: Entertainer > Comedian Skills: Comedy, Charisma Rules ☆ Become a spellcaster and reach the rank of Virtuoso. ☆ Have a familiar. ☆ Live in Glimmerbrook.

+5. DEATHSTROKE

You've got a strong sense of honour, but your morals are somewhat … skewed, so it's no surprise that your country uses your abilities to do the jobs they'll never admit to commissioning. Your downtime is spent taking cash from other dodgy sims at the card table, and expertly crafting your own bullets, cleverly disguised as candles. Oh, and you've made yourself the oddest friend.

Aspiration: Athletic > Bodybuilder Traits: Mean, Maker, Perfectionist Career: Military > Covert Operator Skills: Fitness, Fabrication Rules ☆ Form a cards or sabacc club with a few other characters of ill-repute. ☆ Have at least one declared enemy. ☆ Become good friends with Grim, through whatever means necessary.

+6. BLACK CANARY

Growing up under someone beholden to an organisation, you're determined to make your own way and answer to no one. You're talented enough with music to get famous performing, but there's a lot of power in your voice, and you'd prefer a quieter life. You settle instead into a small flower shop, selling beautiful bouquets.

Aspiration: Creativity > Musical Genius Traits: Creative, High Maintenance, Music Lover Career: Business Owner Skills: Piano, Singing Rules ☆ Run a successful flower shop. ☆ Win a karaoke competition. ☆ Complete the City Posters collection. ☆ Only have one child.

+7. SUPERGIRL (Coming Full Circle)

You're the last in a long legacy. All of your family, and their history, live in you and you want the whole world to know your name, their name. So you get to work becoming famous enough that when you tell their story, everyone will listen. It's not an easy task; as much as you want to make friends and have people like you, you just don't quite understand other sims, almost as if you're an alien on a strange new world.

Aspiration: Creativity > Master Actor Traits: Clumsy, Socially Awkward, Outgoing Career: Actress Skills: Acting, Painting Rules ☆ Unlock and finish the Grilled Cheese aspiration. ☆ Start off with a negative relationship with your spouse. ☆ Write a screenplay about your family.

Got more hero's or villains in mind? Go for it, create your own, get that alphabet achievement if you can! Have fun, nerds.

#the sims 4 #legacy challenges

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timetohop · 1 year

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Hello @aerica13, it's me, your secret santa! I apologise for making you wait so long but I hope the end result is worth it! If you (or anyone else) prefers reading it on tumblr, you'll find the fic under the cut.

Thank you @dcmkkaishinevents for hosting this event, it was a lot of fun!

Title: Trouble Comes in Black and White

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Detective Conan, Magic Kaito

Relationships: Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito

Characters: Kudou Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito

Rating: General Audiences

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Cats, Christmas

Words: 5329

Summary: There's a cat in their house. Or to be more precise, there's a kitten in their house. And then there wasn't just one. There were more.

Trouble Comes in Black and White

“Uuh, Shinichi? Since when do we have a cat?"

Shinichi paused his dinner preparations at the hesitant call of his boyfriend wafting over from the living room. A cat? Walking over to the door, he stuck his head out to look at Kaito, who was kneeling on the floor and looking under the sofa, bum in the air.

It was a bit distracting.

“What? We don’t have a cat,” he finally said, and if it took him a second longer to tear his eyes away from Kaito’s backside than normal… well, he was wriggling it around quite lot. “… Are you trying to seduce me here?”

Kaito sat up and blinked owlishly at him, slightly taken aback. “What? No! … Though that wouldn’t be a bad idea. But no. There was,” he was back to crawling under the sofa, his voice becoming a little strained, “something under here, I felt it swipe at my ankles just now!”

“Must be the monster from under our bed rehousing itself,” Shinichi deadpanned. Kaito snorted.

“You spend too much time with those Detective Brats. Come here and give me that watch of yours for a sec.”

Shinichi sighed but complied. “I swear, if this is some trick of yours…”

“It’s not, I promise. There really was something.”

Shinichi got on his knees and, after activating the flashlight in his watch, looked under the sofa too.

There was nothing.

Well, there was some dust and crumbs, and was that the pen Shinichi had been looking for two nights ago? But no cat, and no other animal for that matter either. He sat up again, silently swearing to any godly entity that might be listening that if Kaito had set something up while Shinichi was distracted or had done it just to get Shinichi on his knees…

But nothing awaited him when he got up except for a boyfriend who looked at him pleadingly with the saddest puppy eyes Shinichi had ever seen. “I’m not lying, Shinichi.”

I’m not breaking our promise.

Well now he felt bad. “Alright,” he said quietly, and Kaito’s anxious expression instantly relaxed into something akin to relief and hope. Cute. Tearing himself away from his boyfriend before he could give in to the urge to kiss him, he stood up and looked around, eyeing the living room for other hiding spaces. Maybe behind the shelf? Or under the Christmas tree Kaito (and his mother) had insisted on? “You sure it was a cat?”

Kaito stood up as well, dusting off his knees and looking around too. “I just caught a glimpse of it, but it looked small and had sharp claws. My ankle can attest to that.”

“Poor cripple. You’ll live.”

“Not the point. God, you’re awful, you’re supposed to console me and maybe be a little romantic,” Kaito complained.

“I’d say it was very pointy, actually,” Shinichi deadpanned, hiding his smirk by turning away and pretending to check beneath the TV. He could feel Kaito staring at him in disbelief and barely suppressed a snicker.

“You didn’t just– AH!”

“What?” Shinichi’s head shot up, just barely missing the TV stand. He whirled around to see what had Kaito crying out like that, but his boyfriend was already running out of the room. Shinichi just barely saw him vanish around the corner. Supressing a cursing, Shinichi jumped up to follow him, but it turned out Kaito hadn’t run far when Shinichi almost crashed into him just outside the living room.

“Kaito, what in the world–” he started but was interrupted by an emphatic Shhh from his boyfriend. He threw Kaito a mildly irritated glare, but snapped his mouth shut anyway and instead mirrored Kaito’s position. Head slightly cocked, eyes unfocused… listening to or for something?

After a minute of tense silence, Kaito exhaled, his shoulders slumping. “Looks like it got aw–”

Thump

Shinichi and Kaito exchanged a glance, then ran forward in the same motion until they reached the library. The lights were off but when Shinichi flicked the switch, he both saw and didn’t see what he expected.

For starters, there was indeed a cat, just like Kaito had said.

Except it was a tiny black-and-white kitten.

And it was eating his book.

“No!” he shouted, starting forward to save his book and catch the kitten, but that was entirely the wrong move. The kitten, startled, scampered off quicker than Shinichi could follow and climbed into the nearest bookshelf, its tiny tail vanishing behind a wall of books.

“You’re better at catching criminals, Tantei-kun,” Kaito noted, his voice somewhere between amused and resigned.

“Cats are just small criminals,” Shinichi muttered darkly, crouching over his copy of The Sign of Four lying on the ground. Where it had fallen open when it fell off the armchair, multiple pages showed signs of abuse and one was almost torn out completely. “Ran gifted me this one.”

Kaito, who’d strolled over to the bookshelf to look for the kitten, looked back and winced when he saw the state of the book and Shinichi mourning over its mutilated body. “Ouch. Talk about emotional crime scenes,” he said under his breath, then called Shinichi over. “Come on, Tantei-kun, let’s arrest your murderer and then get on with dinner, I’m starving.”

“You weren’t even helping,” Shinichi pointed out, but he lifted his book – cradled it, more like, Kaito thought amused – and carefully placed it on the heavy desk on the other side of the room before coming over and shining his light into the shelf.

“You lost the bet,” Kaito said cheerfully while taking out some of the books Shinichi pointed out to him so he could crawl deeper into the shelf.

“You cheated!” Shinichi’s voice was slightly muffled but still distinctly annoyed. Kaito just grinned, totally unrepentant.

“You fell for it,” he sing-songed and hmm, that was quite a view Shinichi was giving him there with his nice suit trousers pulled taunt over his bum like that. It took every ounce of Kaito’s self-control not to feel it up.

“Ack!” Bonk. “Kaito!”

“Sorry.” He’d never had much self-control when it came to Shinichi.

Shinichi grumbled something under his breath before he stilled. “Kaito? The kitten is on the other end of the shelf. See if you can corner it.”

“Alright.” Kaito got up and crept over to where he’d been directed, his steps as silent as a cat’s in an effort not to startle the kitten any more than necessary. Once arrived, he carefully removed the books… and was met with loud hissing. “Ooh, found you~”

“Careful,” Shinichi warned, but Kaito clucked his tongue.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? Careful is my middle name. Now, come here little one, come to papa,” he cooed at the kitten, making calming noises while he stretched his hand into the shelf.

The kitten scratched him.

“Ow!” Rearing back, he reflexively licked at the three bleeding lines on his hand. The kitten, seeing an escape route, shot past Kaito and he almost overturned himself in an attempt to stop it, but the kitten was faster. Like lightning it ran out from under him and streaked past Shinichi, who’d just crawled out of the shelf. “Catch it!” Kaito yelled, but too late. Shinichi could only blink and the kitten was already gone in a black-and-white blur of motion, out of the library and presumably into one of the other many, many rooms of the Kudou mansion.

Shinichi cursed and ran after the kitten, Kaito hot on his heels. They skidded into the hallway, desperately looking left and right for any sign of the cat. “There!” Kaito hissed and pointed right, where indeed a dark shape cowered on the carpet and tried to blend in with its surroundings. It bolted the second Shinichi took a step towards it.

He groaned but gave chase anyway.

The next ten minutes were hell incarnate.

“Shinichi, watch out!”

Crash

“Fuck, that was mom’s favourite vase, she’s going to kill me–”

“Over there!”

“Woah!”

“Oops, that was a trap I put up for the Detective Boys when they were treasure hunting. Sorry.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“I forgot to take it down, okay?! Ah, it’s there!”

Wwffft

“Kaito, I swear to God, get me down or I will personally burn all the chocolate in this house!”

“No need to get grumpy just because your hanging upside down from the ceiling, sheesh.”

“Down.”

Whump

“… Owww…”

“You’re heavy, Shin-chan,” Kaito groaned, blinking up at where Shinichi had landed on top of him. Shinichi glared back but rolled off him, back on his feet. He shook off the rest of the rope around his ankle and then looked around. The kitten sat five feet away from him in the corner of the music room, staring at him with wide blue eyes, mouth open in a silent hiss.

“Give me your jumper,” he whispered to Kaito, who still lay sprawled on the floor in a pitiful heap. Shinichi couldn’t say he felt much pity right now, not while he still left a trail of glitter behind wherever he went and would likely continue to do so for days to come.

“What, why? And why mine?”

“Because I’d like to keep my hands and don’t want to ruin mine any further. Now give it to me.”

“So bossy. Will that extend to the bedroom tonight?”

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“So harsh. Here.” Kaito had shrugged off his jumper, leaving him in only a snug blue t-shirt the colour of his eyes. He handed it to Shinichi, who accepted the garment with a mumbled “thank you” and then slowly advanced towards the cowering kitten. He felt more than saw Kaito mirror his movements behind him, cutting off any possible escape routes.

The kitten hissed rather threateningly for such a small creature, but Shinichi didn’t let that deter him. Once he was close enough, he dived forward, jumper outstretched, and threw it over the kitten, bundling it up into his arms quickly and carefully before it could wriggle out again. The jumper in his arms meowed pitifully, but stopped struggling eventually.

“You did it!” Kaito whooped behind him and plopped his chin onto Shinichi’s shoulder to look over it at the cat – well, cloth – in his hands. “… What now?”

Kaito’s hair tickled Shinichi’s cheek when he shook his head. “I don’t know. Put it in a box and take it to a shelter tomorrow?”

“It looks pretty small,” Kaito commented. “You think the mother is still around?”

“Maybe.” Shinichi frowned. They’d have to put up food to lure her out, if that was the case. Also ask around the neighbourhood if this kitten belonged to someone, even if it had acted pretty feral. “I think I saw some boxes at Agasa’s earlier, let’s start with that.”

“I’ll get one,” Kaito offered and the warmth on Shinichi’s shoulder and pressed against his back vanished in a flash – not literally, thankfully, – leaving behind only the cool air of the mostly unused music room and the slightly shifting bundle in his arms. Shinichi carefully tucked on the jumper until the kitten’s head popped out, blinking at him with big blue eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, hm?” he said and started towards the kitchen.

The kitten hissed.

When Kaito returned a couple of minutes later, balancing a big box in one hand and some cat food (curtesy of the little scientist who kept some at hand for the local strays) in the other, he found Shinichi in the living room, bundled up kitten still in his arms, staring blankly at their Christmas tree. He didn’t even react to Kaito manoeuvring his way into the room (the box was unwieldy, in his defence), which was unusual. Shinichi could get absorbed in his thoughts easily and tended to ignore everything around him in that state, yes, but unless he was reading a really good book, years of hiding had made Shinichi too paranoid to not at least glance at anyone entering his vicinity.

So what was wrong?

Kaito found his answer when he followed Shinichi’s gaze and looked at the Christmas tree, which looked back with luminous blue eyes.

Wait, what?

Kaito blinked.

The tree blinked too.

Kaito blinked again and finally his brain deciphered that what he was seeing was not, in fact, a fir tree with eyes but instead another kitten hiding in the bushy green. This one was pitch black, making it almost invisible in the shadows near the stem.

Oh dear.

“Shinichi, that’s…”

“… Yeah.”

“How many are there?”

“More than we thought,” Shinichi said grimly and then turned his attention towards Kaito. He motioned for the box with one hand, cradling the already caught kitten in the other. “I’ll take care of this one first while you keep an eye on the one in the tree, and then we’ll do… something.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Kaito agreed, only a little sarcastic because really, Shinichi? That was the plan, ‘do something’? But since he didn’t exactly have a different idea (except rinse and repeat of the previous debacle), he just handed Shinichi both the box and the cat food (the latter balanced precariously on the former) and then made sure to keep his eyes trained on the eyes glowing in the Christmas lights on the tree while Shinichi vanished into the kitchen.

The kitten stared back.

“What are you looking at, hu?” he complained to it but, unsurprisingly, he didn’t get an answer. It just kept staring.

… This was kind of ridiculous, wasn’t it.

“Has it moved?” Shinichi asked, returning from the kitchen. When Kaito tore his eyes from the tree (why was he feeling like he was admitting defeat to the cat?) he noticed that Shinichi had left the big box behind and held Kaito’s jumper in his hands instead, which he threw towards Kaito once he was close enough. He caught it but didn’t put it back on again. There was cat hair everywhere. Wasn’t that its entire fur??

“No,” he answered, picking off a few hairs but it was futile. It was like trying to clean a shelf by picking up individual dust motes. Giving up, he threw his jumper onto the couch and instead looked at Shinichi, who was mustering the kitten with the same scowl he usually reserved for particularly baffling murders or KID when he outwitted Shinichi during heists. Kaito just barely suppressed a snicker at the sight; who’d have thought that a tiny cat could get Shinichi so riled up? It was quite adorable.

Fighting hard to not let Shinichi see his amusement, he asked, “So, any idea yet what ‘do something’ is?”

“… We could try luring it down with food? I’m not sure if they’re eating solid food yet though, that other kitten can’t have been older than five or six weeks at most.”

“We’ll be here all evening…”

“Got a better idea?”

“… No.”

And so Shinichi went back into the kitchen to get a can of tuna (“Why do we even have that?!” “Because I like f–” “Don’t say it.”) and set it up under the Christmas tree like some weird early Christmas present.

And then they waited.

And waited.

The kitten stared back, unmoving.

“… Do you think we should leave the room or something?”

“I’d really rather not take my eyes off it…”

“Maybe I could grab it out of the tree? It’s not that deep in.”

“Remember what happened last time you tried grabbing a kitten?”

“… Good point.”

That didn’t help the fact that there was currently a cat in their Christmas tree (would that make it a Catmas tree? Or maybe a Kittmas tree? Puns weren’t his area of expertise) that seemed entirely unwilling to move and was instead winning every round of their little staring contests. It was more than a little unnerving, to be honest.

It was Shinichi who broke first and crept forward, eyes still fixed on the kitten to gauge its reaction. Luckily, it only gave a slight hiss but otherwise stayed put, content on its branch, so Shinichi kept moving forward until he could grab the can of tuna.

“Shinichi? What are you doing?”

“Trying to lure it out, now shhh,” Shinichi whispered, slowly standing back up and stretching the tuna towards the kitten. It was as if Kaito was watching the scene unfold both in slow motion and fast forward at once; even before it happened, Kaito just knew it would, but there was nothing he could do but watch es the kitten skittered away further up the tree. Kaito couldn’t help himself; he burst out laughing at the sight his boyfriend made. The way he was standing there all frozen, he looked like some artist’s rendition of an extremely bewildered Greek statue, hand outstretched and tuna can in hand like an offering to the gods.

Except said catly god was now perched on the star that crowned their Christmas tree, looking down at Shinichi like a tiny overlord.

“Well, that didn’t work,” Kaito commented helpfully as soon as he could talk again. Shinichi glared at him.

“I can see that,” he snapped, irritation radiating off him until he took a deep breath and composed himself again. “At least it’s got nowhere to run now. Can you bring me a chair?”

“Sure, sure. Let’s just hope it doesn’t jump.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

After Kaito organised a chair from another room, Shinichi climbed up and slowly stretched towards the kitten, mindful to not jostle any of the branches and various Christmas ornaments he and Kaito had hung up three days ago on Kaito’s insistence.

“Shinichi, we don’t have any Christmas decorations up yet!”

“That’s because we haven’t been home in two weeks, what did you expect?”

“Let’s put up something now!”

A short, heated discussion later and Kaito had dragged Shinichi off to get a real Christmas tree because apparently, the small storebought plastic tree in the attic from who-knows-when didn’t count. Now they had a cat in their tree, one that did indeed look poised to jump if Shinichi came any closer to it. He swallowed but leaned forward anyway; all or nothing!

It jumped.

Shinichi lunged, grabbing it around the middle but overbalanced in the process. He could hear Kaito cry out his name but he was already tipping towards the tree, the green needles rushing closer–

Strong arms grabbed him around the hip and pulled him back, stopping him from falling into the tree. His face was only inches away from smashing into a sparkling fairy light and he blinked, taking a second to comprehend what had happened.

“Shinichi, are you alright?” Kaito asked, sounding slightly strained.

“Y-yeah. Thanks for the rescue.”

“Awesome. Then could you please straighten up? As much as I enjoy smushing my face against your ass, you’re heavy and unwieldy like this.”

“S-sorry…” Shinichi leaned back with Kaito’s help until he could stand on his own again, then he looked at the kitten in his hands. It glowered at him like a black ball of suppressed rage (actually, it didn’t look unlike Haibara whenever he pissed her off, Shinichi mused), but at least it wasn’t struggling terribly much. Carefully cradling it in his arms to avoid injuring it, he climbed down again.

Kaito leaned forward to examine the kitten once they were of the same height again, bobbing it on the nose with one finger. “Cute~ Think that was the last one? OW!” He flinched back and stuck his finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. “It bit me!”

For the extremely intelligent person that he was, Kaito could be astonishingly dumb sometimes. Shinichi didn’t even grace Kaito’s complaint with more than an exasperated glare before he went to reunite this kitten with its sibling. Kaito trailed after him, pouting silently. What Shinichi didn’t see with his back turned to his boyfriend was the silent gleam of an idea in Kaito’s eyes.

As it turned out, it was not the last one.

They didn’t find any more that night but the next morning, there was a pure white kitten with just a single black spot around its right eye licking enthusiastically at a plate with soft food they had left out overnight.

An hour later, Kaito almost stumbled over the fourth kitten on his way to the library and around noon, Shinichi found the fifth trying to climb the stairs to the first floor.

“Shinichi, I think your house has been infested.”

Shinichi looked up warily from where he was trying to read over a case file in the library – strictly against everyone’s orders because he was supposed to relax during his holidays, but this was relaxing, damnit! – to find Kaito standing in front of his desk, holding up a sixth kitten by the scruff. This one was black with a white spot over its nose.

Shinichi sighed and suppressed the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Put it with the others, I guess.” Meaning, into an unused guest room they had designated as “The Kitten Room” when the box got too cramped after the third kitten. “Any idea where they’re coming from?”

Kaito repositioned the kitten into his arms and the kitten, no longer held up by its scruff, immediately unfroze and looked around curiously with wide eyes. Shinichi noted with interest that this one’s had a green tint; maybe the litter was older than he’d thought. “Nope. I just came back from the store and I caught this little fellow trying to climb into your shoes.”

“So probably from somewhere on the ground floor, since that’s where we found all of them…” Shinichi pondered, leaning back in his desk chair.

Kaito lifted the kitten with both hands like a little Simba, looking at it with an expression Shinichi couldn’t quite read, too many emotions in it at once. “I wonder where your mother is, hm?” he mumbled, and the tone of his voice was just as difficult to pinpoint; wistful, maybe? “Is she off gallivanting too?”

“… Kaito…”

A pause, then, “Ne, Shinichi, can we keep them?”

“… Ha?!”

“Look at them, aren’t they cute?” Kaito said, growing more excited by the second and holding the kitten under Shinichi’s nose like particularly damning evidence on a crime scene. The kitten yawned, unfazed. “I bet your mother would love them too!”

“Kaito, we just came home after two weeks of touring Japan for your show and you’re scheduled to leave again after New Year’s, and I’m barely home as it is! We can’t take care of a clowder of kittens!” Shinichi protested, even though he knew full-well how difficult it was to change his lovers mind once he was set on an idea. Kaito pouted.

“I’m sure the little miss won’t mind looking after them if we can’t.”

“At that point, wouldn’t they just be her cats?” Shinichi said drily and Kaito frowned.

“They’d live with us.”

“We’re not home half of the year, they’d live in an empty house.”

“You’re home, you just work too much. Actually…” A gleam entered Kaito’s eyes and in this moment, he looked akin to a cat ready to pounce on her prey. Shinichi swallowed nervously, years of knowing Kaito making him lean back even further in his chair. This look rarely bode well for anyone involved. “Maybe having a cat waiting for you would make you come home at more reasonable hours! Don’t think I don’t know you slept at the police station again last time I left you alone.”

“How did you–?!” Shinichi spluttered, cats momentarily forgotten. Who had told on him this time? Satou? Or Takagi, the traitor? Kaito could play the man like a fiddle, but that was no reason for him to blab about everything!

“Saa, who knows?” Kaito sing-songed, lips twitching, before he grew serious again. “Shinichi, you need to rest from time to time, not just when I force you to.”

“Look who’s talking,” Shinichi muttered rebelliously, thinking of all the times he had to drag Kaito to bed because the other man got lost in preparing his next heist or magic show or had to cram a week’s worth of homework into one evening back when they were still in college.

Kaito waved his hand dismissively. “Semantics. My point still stands.”

“Neither of us has any idea how to take care of a cat, much less six kittens we don’t even know if they are weaned yet.”

“The internet and a trip to the vet should clear that right up. And don’t even start with having no space or not enough money because neither of those are true and you know it.”

Running out of arguments, Shinichi dropped his head into his arms. “But… six?”

With his head buried in his arms, he missed the triumphant smirk that flit across Kaito’s face. “Just one then, or maybe two so they have company while we’re not home. Ai-chan already agreed to feed them by the way, she just wants the money from us and a favour every now and then.”

Shinichi lifted his head and stared, realisation dawning that Kaito’s unusually long trip to the store hadn’t been just because of traffic or long lines at the checkout. “You planned this.”

“They’re cute. And feisty, not unlike you. And I do think it would do you good to have someone to take care of. Someone you can’t just text ‘Get takeout I’ll be late’.”

Shinichi groaned. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

Kaito grinned. “Nope.”

“What if they eat your birds?”

The look Kaito threw him was so offended, he didn’t need to say a word. Shinichi silently conceded the point. Those were Kaitou KID’s doves – whatever Kaito fed those birds, it made them the most intelligent pigeons Shinichi had ever seen. Some days Shinichi could swear they liked to play tag with the taskforce just as much as their master did.

And all protests aside, it wasn’t as if Shinichi minded the thought of keeping one (or two) of the kittens, per se. It would be… nice, he thought, to have the house not be quite so empty whenever Kaito was touring with his show and Shinichi was unable to go with him. He’d always fancied himself as more of a dog person, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t like cats, too. It was a bit sudden, and more extra work than he appreciated, but maybe they could keep them for a while as a sort of trial period until they were old enough to give away and decide then if they wanted to keep any of the kittens. And if it made Kaito happy…

“… Alright.”

Kaito’s face lit up. “Shinichi!”

“For now,” he added sternly, ignoring the warmth in his chest he always felt whenever he saw Kaito genuinely happy. If possible, Kaito’s grin just broadened, absolutely undeterred by Shinichi’s caveat.

“Sure, sure. I’ll just put this one with the others, and I think there’s a vet two blocks over, I’ll see if they have time today, and maybe I can clean out one of the bird cages as a temporary means of transport…”

Skipping away to put his plans into motion, he missed the soft smile that stole itself on Shinichi’s face. Kaito’s excitement was almost palpable, so much so that Shinichi wondered if Kaito had told him the whole truth about his motivations. Not that it really mattered, but it was something to think about later, maybe.

Idly he wondered if Kaito would find a way to train the cats to do his bidding.

He also wondered why that thought didn’t worry him more.

Putting his case files aside for now, he got up from his desk to follow Kaito out of the library and up the stairs, intending to offer his help. He expected Kaito to already be in the kitten room, possibly covered in tiny furballs who wanted food from this strange but not unwelcome surrogate mother. What he found instead was Kaito standing in front of the door in a staring competition with a big, black-and-white cat whose unimpressed and accusatory glare could have put Haibara to shame.

Looks like they’d found the mother.

It took another day of searching until they finally found the open window in the far back of the manor through which the mother had come in. Why it was open or who’d left it that way, no one could tell anymore.

“Be glad it was only a cat that broke in.”

“Would have been rather ironic otherwise, hu?”

They left it open for the mother to come and go as she pleased. After all, it wasn’t as if a few more weeks could ruin the carpet beneath the window any further.

Several months later, Shinichi’s tired “I’m home” was met with a distant thump and the quick patter of small feet hurrying towards him. Shinichi chuckled when Kaitou skittered around the corner and ran up to him, straight between his legs like the little lovable nuisance he was, a trait he and his namesake shared although they hadn’t discovered that fact until after Kaitou had earned his name by continuously stealing their food. Now, Shinichi went to his knees to pet the small white cat between the ears, which was met with loud purrs. Shinichi smiled softly. “Just a moment, then I’ll get you and me something to eat, okay?” Kaitou meowed as if in answer and bounded away, full of energy and evidently eager to get his dinner even though it wasn’t even that late yet. Standing up and toeing off his shoes, Shinichi looked around if he could see the last resident of the Kudou manor who wasn’t currently out of the country, but either Moriarty was hiding away somewhere or he’d escaped the house again. Since Shinichi was almost certain that he’d locked everything up before leaving this morning, it was probably the former.

God help him if he was murdering one of Shinichi’s books again.

He made his way slowly into the kitchen, dropping off his laptop and the missing persons reports he’d gotten from Satou earlier that day in the library before continuing on – though not before surreptitiously glancing around if he could spot any torn pages flying around but no, his books seemed to be safe for now. Small blessings.

In the kitchen, he threw some leftovers Haibara had brought over yesterday into the microwave, then opened a can of wet food each for Kaitou and Moriarty (though he would have to make sure that Kaitou didn’t eat his brother’s share, little glutton that he was). He chuckled softly as the white cat pounced on the food, devouring it in big chunks as if it was the best meal he’d ever had and he a cat on the brink of starvation.

Shinichi snorted. “Little drama queen. I know it’s your favourite but slow down, will you? Savour it, as soon as Kaito comes back you’re back to beef and chicken instead of fish.”

Kaitou, of course, didn’t listen and Shinichi shook his head in amusement as he sat down for his own meal of chicken curry with rice. It wasn’t quite the same as having dinner with Kaito, but Kaitou’s happy noises in the background and Moriarty suddenly jumping into his lap out of nowhere and making eating ten times harder than it had any right to be were by far better than eating alone in an empty house with only loud thoughts but silent air as company.

Later, as he sat in the library with a book in his hands and Moriarty curled up in his lap while Kaitou sprawled across the backrest, purring softly, he couldn’t deny that Kaito had been right all those months ago. This wasn’t the same as leaning against Kaito while he read, wasn’t the same as feeling the other man breathe against his side or feel his arm around him in silent comfort and reassurance that he was there, but for now, this was enough.

#kaishin #my fic #ksss22

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louis--wifey · 1 year

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Mele Kalikimaka

Hawaii x Alaska

Summary: Hawaii joins the Statehouse for Christmas

Hawaii decided to join the Statehouse for Christmas. The day after Thanksgiving she walks towards the house. Connecticut, Maryland, Minnesota, Michigan, Idaho, Montana and Wyoming are setting up outside decorations. Texas is laying on the ground groaning.

She walks over to him, "What happened?"

"New York kick me off of the roof." Texas responds.

"Why?" She asks.

"I miss spelled 'Merry Christmas' is Christmas light." Texas explains. "I accidentally forgot the 'h'."

Hawaii looks up at the roof. Indeed he did, it said 'Merry Cristmas.' "Oh. I'm sorry. Do you need help up?"

"No, just leave me be for a little while."

"Ok." Hawaii responds then walk towards the door. As soon as she opens it. It reveals the chaos. New York is bossing everyone around. Delaware is struggling to put the mistletoe in one of the doorways. California, Nevada, Washington, and Oregon are putting the stockings in order. Florida, Louisiana, and Georgia are decorating one of the fake trees. North and South Dakota are bickering about something. Pennsylvania and Massachusetts are also bickering while walking to the kitchen, they get caught under the mistletoe, PA kisses Mass and also most gets punched in the face until PA points above them, Mass still punches him and he almost gets knocked out. Rhode Island and New Jersey are decorating one of the fake trees. DC and Utah are cooking in the kitchen. Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine are decorating another on of the fake trees. Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, and Iowa are setting the table. New Mexico is sorting couch pillows of one of the couches and Arizona is sorting the other. Colorado, Missouri, and Wisconsin are decorating the last fake tree. Illinois and Indiana are bickering while hanging Christmas home decor. North Carolina and Virginia are making out under the mistletoe. South Carolina, Arkansas, Mississippi, and Alabama are hanging Holly around the house. Kentucky, Tennessee, and West Virginia are wrapping the banisters in garland. And Alaska is no where to be seen.

Hawaii walks over to New York with a smile, "Mele Kalikimaka! How can I help?"

"Go get you fucking boyfriend and tell him to get his Moose ass in here." New York says as nicely as he can.

"Where is his room?" Hawaii asks.

"The garage. That way. You'll know when you see it. " New York points in the direction that the garage is.

Hawaii walks in that direction. She approaches a door with a sign that has the word Garage written on it crossed out and replaced with Alaskan Wilderness. She opens the door to find Alaska sitting on his bed watching Supernatural on his computer. "Mele Kalikimaka!"

He looks over at her, "Merry Crisis."

"Oh, don't say that." Hawaii scolds his playfully. "Mele Kalikimaka me ka Makahiki Hou"

"Merry Crisis and Happy New Fear." He says trying to keep a straight face.

"No! Stop that! Stop being depressed! It's Christmas time. A time for joy not sadness."

Alaska smiles at her, "Fine."

"New York told me to tell you, and I quote, 'get his Moose ass in here'."

"Ugh, I guess I better go." Alaska says and gets up. They walk into main room. "What do you want me to do?" Alaska asks New York.

"Go fixed the Christmas light outside. Texas miss spelled Christmas and I want you to fix it." New York says.

"Why me?" Alaska asks.

"Because you're not doing anything."

"Fine." Alaska walks outside with Hawaii to find Texas still laying ground. "What happened to him?"

"New York kicked him off the roof." Hawaii explains.

"Ow." Alaska laughs the walks over to Texas. "Hey, little buddy."

"Go away. Let me lay here in my misery." Texas complains.

"Suit yourself." Alaska says the goes on the roof and fixes the lights while Hawaii helps Wyoming put up a wreath. When Alaska is done he goes back over to Texas. "Do you need help up?"

"Yes." Texas says and holds his hand up. Alaska takes his hand and pulls him to his feet. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt #wttt alaska #wttt hawaii #wttt new york #wttt texas

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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Christmas movie night

A/N: This fic is also a gift for a Secret Santa for @expiredfishbuns on twt! And her MC, Iman. Your MC is really cute and it was a pleasure to write this fanfic

Thirteen x Iman

"I am here!" Thirteen opened her arms, waiting for Iman to run up to her for a hug. "You're finally here, if you had stayed out any longer I would have thought you went to set a trap for Solomon." Kissing the top of her girlfriend's nose she went to make herself comfortable in the human's bed.

"I wouldn't dare to miss our movie night for the world, especially with the holiday coming. I am not going to catch you alone any time soon with everyone going around." Flashing Iman a big grin Thirteen continues. "Besides, I've already made sure to set up a trap for that sorcerer, I was late because I couldn't decide on a way to wrap up your present."

It didn't seem to be a big present, but knowing Thirteen anything could be in there. "Are those some of your minitraps taped on the present?" Iman pointed towards the neatly packed present. It was dark green with a bit of white sprayed on in order to resemble snow on a tree while what seemed to be tiny red bombs evenly scattered along the package resembled small Christmas globes.

"I call these little guys, exploding surprise nr. 36, they are set to go off if anyone besides you or me tries to open up your present." Pointing towards it, Thirteen started to explain more about her new invention. "I made sure to put a spell so your present wouldn't get damaged if the bombs were to go off." Looking one last glance at the gift, she finally put it away.

"I say we leave the gift giving for after we are done watching some movies. I've picked some Christmas themed ones from the human world." Iman said as she was browsing through the list of movies that she picked. "I am sure you'll like these ones in particular, the main character sets up some pretty elaborate traps for the bad guys." After she pressed start on the movie, Iman climbed in bed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. Thirteen made herself more comfortable in her girlfriend's embrace, back against her chest.

Throughout the duration of the movies, the reaper seemed to take note of various traps set by the kid. "I may use some of these traps myself in the future, that kid is a genius!" After that comment both of them proceeded to get into a comfortable silence. The only lights in the room coming from the TV, the Christmas lights outside of the window and some weird faint glow coming from Thirteen's present.

After a few movies Thirteen started to get bored of them. She would constantly shift her position making Iman also not be able to focus on the movies at all. "Did you really get that bored of them?" Thirteen looked up at her girlfriend in annoyance. "Not only did they change the main character, the traps aren't as interesting! It doesn't feel genuine anymore"

Iman sighed and got up from the bed in order to change the movies. While she had her back facing she started to hear some rustling sound that sounded all too familiar. "Wait, don't tell me-" Turning around she caught her girlfriend red handed. "Are you really trying to sneak a look at your gift!?" Blushing upon being caught Thirteen tried to deny it. "Of course not! Why would I want to do that anyway? It's not like I want to see what you got me, why would I want that in the first place?!" She turned her head in a way she wouldn't be able to see the deadpaned look on her girlfriend's face. If she pretends like she didn't just get caught trying to steal a look at the present maybe Iman will believe her.

She did not believe her in fact but she couldn't bring herself to be annoyed at Thirteen at all, especially when she was acting to flustered. "Maybe we can take a break from the movies and exchange the gifts, while we are at it we might as well get some more snacks, we really ate them all in such a short span." She was aware that Thirteen had a sweet tooth, especially when it comes to anything Luke would bake but it was still ridiculous! She could give Beel a run for his money when it came to eating sweets.

Thirteen hearing about both the sweets and the presents turned to face Iman. "I'm going to bring the snacks, you get your present ready for me!" After making sure Thirteen left Iman went to retrieve her gift bag. From the looks of it Thirteen didn't get to see what she actually got her, and even if she did she would be confused since there were two items in it.

Inside there were two matching Christmas sweaters. One of them had a skull resembling Thirteen's tatto on her leg, but instead of the eyes being simple circle they were shaped like Christmas trees. It mostly red and green with a black contour around the skull. Iman had this sweater costom made just for Thirteen. The other sweater was way more simple. It was just in red and white with snowflakes around it. The only thing more special about it was the image of a white book with a red Christmas tree on its cover.

Thirteen didn't take long to come back with a big variety of snacks since the kitchen was next to Iman's room. "I got there before Beel had the chance to raid the whole place." After dumping all the snacks on the table she proceeded go get even more out of her pockets. "I've decided to take some more, I don't think there will be any more left once he finally steps foot into the kitchen"

She picked some cookies and went over to Iman who was waiting for her in order to exchange gifts. "Since you were so curious about what I got you, you'll be the first to open it."

Handing the gift to Thirteen, Iman waited anxiously to see her girlfriend's reaction. She has waited weeks for that gift to be delivered and she nearly gave up on it so she really hoped it will be well received or else, she would got to dig a hole for herself and die.

Thirteen grabbed the sweater with the skull on it first. "You actually managed to find a Christmas sweater with a skull on it?! Where did you even buy it?" A sigh of relief left Iman's lips as she saw the excited look on girlfriend's face. "I had it be custom made, and if you look closely, it should remind you of something." Thirteen threw her a suspicious look and inspected the sweater even more. "Wait...this looks like my tattoo"

Throwing her arms around around Iman she hugs her tightly. "Thank you so much! You're really something else." Thirteen started to leave kisses all over her girlfriend's face which made her giggle." Wait stop, that tickles!" Iman lost her balance in her fit of giggles and fell, taking Thirteen down with her and despite both of them falling down on the floor."Wait, shit, I am so sorry! Are you ok?" She tried to appear serious but it failed miserably by bursting out laughing. "You don't look really sorry to me" Iman tried to fake being mad while catching her breath from all the laughing but she couldn't stop smiling.

They spent a few minutes to calm down and not burst into another fit of laughter just from looking at one another. "I saw that there was one more Christmas sweater. Is it also for me?" Iman shook and picked up the second sweater. "This one is actually for me! I thought it would be cute if we had matching sweaters!" Thirteen wanted to tell her how those sweaters don't match at all, but she couldn't bring herself to ruin Iman's exciment. After all, if her girlfriend said the sweaters match then they match. She will argue with anyone that says otherwise.

Suddenly getting an idea, Thirteen got up and grabbed her sweater with a big grin on her face. Iman seemed to be confused on what exactly the reaper wanted to do since she only got that look when she had an idea for something. "You said it would be cute if we matched right? Then we should do just that! I will go change over while you do it over here."

She went into the bathroom to change while leaving Iman alone. She was happy to see that Thirteen liked her present enough to go change into it in less than five minutes. Picking up her sweater she went to change herself.

Once both of them changed Iman thought they would get back to exchanging gifts but Thirteen kept looking her up and down. "I feel like there's something missing but I don't know what." She leaned closer to Iman trying to figure out what's missing. "That's it!" She bolted towards one of the dressers drawers in the room and pulled out numerous kinds of makeup products. "I am wearing makeup and you aren't. If we want to match you should let me do your makeup too."

Iman couldn't help but chuckle at Thirteen's logic. "Laugh all you want but that's not stopping me from doing your makeup. No go lie on the bed and leave everything to me." She just shook her head and complied to the request.

Once Iman laid in her bed Thirteen followed suit and sat on her lap. "Don't think anything weird about this ok?! This just makes it easier for me to do your makeup." The human wanted to raise an eyebrow at her girlfriend's comment but decided against it so she wouldn't make it harder to put makeup on. "You just made it sound ten times more suspicious with that comment of yours." Thirteen pinch Iman's cheek as a way to show her annoyance. "Here I am, doing you a favour and you keep on teasing me? I will require some special thanks after I am done doing your makeup!"

The room was silent as Thirteen was focusing on not fucking up the makeup. "I just have to trace this just at this angle and...I am done!" Making sure to close the eyeliner and toss aside. "I must say, I did a really good on job on this, but I think I still have a small detail to add."

"Like what? You have been working on my makeup for a while now." Thirteen didn't say anything as she gently cradled her girlfriend's face with her and left a kiss on the top of her nose. "This. Now it's perfect."

Iman just laid there dumbfounded as Thirteen got up and stretched like nothing happened. "Are you going to sleep over there or what? Get up, you still have to open your present!"

"Just promise me those mini bombs won't explode in my face." Thirteen eyes widened with feigned shock, putting a hand on her chest. "Are you saying that my traps will fail me? I've already told you it won't explode for either of." Iman rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's antics but she couldn't help the smile on her face. "I will take your word on it then."

She got out of the bed and walked over to Thirteen was holding the neatly packed present. She nearly felt bad for wasting the work she put in it. "If you worried about wasting the bombs, I will find another use for them later." Now she didn't what to focus on, the fact that Thirteen could read the concern on her face, which was sweet, or the fact that she will literally use bombs on someone, probably Solomon, later. It was no use to waste time thinking about it at the moment, especially that the anticipation about what her present she got was killing Iman.

"A book? Wait, this looks really familiar-" Thirteen couldn't help but grin. "And not just any book. This is one of the original mystery novels written by Agares you were searching for. It took me a while to find him in Devildom. It turned out he was on a vacation in the human world."

Opening the book on its first page, she points out to a signature. "I even got him to sign it for you. You have no idea how hard it to track him down." Iman closes the book to throw one more fond look at it before hugging Thirteen thightly. "Thank you so much! I have been looking for this book everywhere and not only did you find it, you got the author to sign it himself! I love you so much."

In her excitement she didn't realize she was squeezing her girlfriend a little too hard. "I am really glad you like, but can you please stop trying to hug me to death? I am the grim reaper here not you." Realizing what she was doing she immediately released her hold on Thirteen. "Sorry, I guess I didn't realize I could do that. I just got excited thinking I can finally read this book." She started to scratch the back of her neck in embarrassemnt.

"Then you should do just that." Iman threw her a confused look, not knowing what she was referring to. "You won't be able to focus on any of the movies because you're going to keep thinking about the book, so you might as well start reading it now." Thirteen said it as a matter of fact, like it was the most obvious thing on earth but Iman couldn't simply accept it. "And what about you? This movie night is for both of us. It would lose its meaning if I was the only one having fun."

Thirteen couldn't help but roll her eyes at the fact that her precious human couldn't get where she was coming from, even tho it wasn't obvious for anyone but her. "Isn't it obvious? You'll read it out loud for me to listen. This way we are both getting entertained. You are getting to read your book and I get to listen to you, which is way better than any Christmas movie." Maybe not better than the one with the little kid that sets traps that they've watched earlier but Iman didn't need to know that.

"If you say so, then I will take your word on it but I better hear no complaining that you're getting bored if you don't end up liking the story." And with that both of them settled to cuddle on the bed. Thirteen was resting her head on her girlfriend's chest, eyes closed in order to listen more carefully to the story while Iman had both of her hand around Thirteen. She used a spell so the book would levitate so she could read it with disturbing the grim reaper sleeping in her arms.

Besides Iman's voice reading the book the room was silent. Thirteen tried to keep up with the story but the human's voice was so soothing and the Christmas sweaters were so cozy but she couldn't but fall asleep, snuggling closer in her girlfriend's hold.

It took a while for Iman to notice this since she was so focused on her book, but when she did finally look down to see if Thirteen was still listening, she couldn't help but sigh when she saw her sleeping. "I should have expected this." Leaving a kiss on her head, she tighten her hold on Thirteen. "You're really lucky you're cute." And with that Iman went back to reading her book.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me thirteen #obey me thirteen x mc

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siriuslystargazing · 11 months

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You're a Jinx! Chapter 3

Okay, this gets a little heavy. Reader discretion is hevily advised!! dont for get you can read this on my Ao3 :)

TW Child Abuse and blood

Please stop reading at this point if you are not okay with blood and stuff or just violence in genral

“Do you miss your brother?” it was a simple question Orion asked; Regulus was taken back slightly, his mask of calmness slipping a little.

Narcissa was relishing in this new version of Regulus. The way he held himself together, the language he used, even the way he turned his nose up at the state of his food, Regulus was a completely different person. The three had managed to get Alphard into a semi-lucid state. He still thought he was young, but it was better than nothing. So, dinner continued; Walburga pushed a ball of stuffing around the plate as she conversed with Druella. But Orion was off; he wasn't drinking and seemed to be sobering up.

Yet north of the country, the Christmas feast was a hub of activity in the great hall. Sirius had never seen so many colours in one sitting before, the enchanted lights on the tree twinkling and the vibrant mulled spices filtered through the room, wrapping him in a hug of Christmas cheer. James was with him, same with Remus. They both managed to beg their parents to let them stay for the holidays. Euphemina, James’s mother, had sent letter after letter to McGonigal asking if Sirius could stay with the Potters over the Christmas holidays. However, because Sirius still had family and they never responded, he had to remain in school. So, James declared he would stay, and when Remus sent his letter home to his mum, Hope Lupin, she said staying Christmas is about family, and even though he wasn’t related, friends count as family. The three of them dived into Christmas dinner. Sirius thought he had seen the biggest feast ever when he first arrived at Hogwarts, but the Christmas one trumps it by a landslide. The boys had noticed since arriving at school that Sirius had put on weight, not loads, but enough to make him look more like a healthy child and not a shallow construct appearing as human. Sirius joked that his mum would comment on the amount of food he piled on his plate, making James wince. The more Sirius spoke about his family. The more James wanted him to leave with Regulus and stay with him and his parents. As the feast wound down, Sirius saw an untouched yule log and swiped it. Remus caught its rich chocolaty scent when Sirius entered the empty common room.

“Where are you going with that?” Remus asked, putting his book down; Sirius tried to hide the cake behind his back

“With what? I see nothing-”

“The cake, Black. I can smell it,” Remus Smirked; Sirius's eyes widened a little

“What are you, part dog? Besides, it's not for you! I'm sending it to Regulus as a gift,” Sirius stated, showing the Yule log in all its chocolaty glory. Remus huffed a small laugh

“And how are you going to do that? You said any owl you send just comes back” James had emerged from the dorms, his arms full of unopened gifts.

“Well, easy. I'm sending it later tonight when I know Orion will be passed out and Wally will be too engrossed in some silly parlour game to care,” Sirius said matter-of-factly. “And I still have Reggie’s owl, Onyx.” James shrugged, dropping the gifts on the sofa. Sirius set the cake down curios to see what James had

“Oh, mum sent these here” James picked up six neatly wrapped gifts ranging in size and weight to Sirius and another 6 to Remus. The two looked puzzled. “she didn’t want you to go without any gifts,” he pointed a longer-looking box at Sirius, who graciously accepted it, running his fingers over the red ribbon, “and she wanted you to have some gifts as well... look just accepted, or you'll break my poor mother's heart.” the two boys accepted the gifts. They each got fancy quill parchment and an assortment of socks, scarves, and odd bits that meant the world to both of them. Remus didn't have much growing up, and Sirius was never gifted nice things that weren't green or black or covered in some sort of goblin esq murder. Basically, they looked nice and normal, you could say pretty, but these are 11-year-old boys. (12 if your Sirius). James also handed an extra sock-shaped gift to Sirius. “These are for Regulus; Mum didn’t want him to miss out”, James' voice was low. Sirius clutched the gift close to him

“Thank you, I think he will like these more than the cake, minds you” Sirius chuckled. The boys stayed in the common room for a while longer. Sirius had written a letter to Regulus and found a suitable box for the cake and socks. James offered to let Sirius use the cloak to head to the owlery later that night.

Sirius made his way up the stairs, ensuring he was careful on the ice, and located the little Ural Owl sitting on the porch. “Hello, Onyx”, Sirus greeted the bird, who chirped back, happy to see Sirius. “I need you to make a very special and important delivery to Regulus” Sirius handed the box over to Onyx, who took it without hesitation even though it was nearly double the bird's size and weight. “You got it, boy”, Onyx hooted, flapping his wings and setting off into the frozen night.

****

The rest of Christmas was a complete and utter nightmare for Regulus. Orion, it seemed, hadn't had a drop of alcohol. He was, in fact, voluntarily sober. That meant he was more irritable than before. Once dinner had finished and everyone had gone into the parlour to play Troll Toll, Orion waited at the table and asked Regulus to stay behind him. Walburga wasn’t so keen on the idea and ensured that Kreature was close to the dining room keeping his beedie little eyes on the pair. Regulus stayed at the opposite end of the head where his father sat. He tried to remain calm and composed, keeping the new mask he made up and ready. Orion huffed a laugh swirling water in his goblet around.

“Do you miss your brother?” it was a simple question Orion asked; Regulus was taken back slightly, his mask of calmness slipping a little

“Yes, I do miss him... I miss him a lot, Father” Regulus focused on his breathing, and Orion let out a hum

“I want to do better for the both of you. I want to help you and Sirius.” Orion's voice was sincere; he meant every word. “I’m sorry I failed you both” Tears had spilt from Orion's eyes, Regulus hated seeing people he cared for cry, and somehow, he found it in him to care for this version of his father. The sober version of his father that is. They had met a few times; the first time was when Walburga had left them home alone; Druella, her sister, was having marital problems and went to her sister's aid leaving the boys with him. He was intoxicated but kind until Regulus heard his brother’s strained scream from the upstairs bathroom and saw Orion try to drown Sirius. Kreachure and another house elf whose name escapes him had saved Sirius. The other house elf was killed for helping Sirius and taxidermied as a constant reminder of what happens to disobedient house elves. The horrid thing stands in the grand hallway as a continual reminder of that night.

Regulus continued to watch Orion as he moved from his seat, swaying over to him. Even though he wasn’t drunk, he still moved like one. Regulus tensed as Orion got closer. “ you shouldn’t have to live in a place like this,” Orion murmured as he turned the chair Regulus was sitting on to face him, dropping to his knees. Regulus tensed a little he had never been this close to Orion before. On instinct, Regulus noted the placement of his butter knife still left on the table.

“I don’t... I don’t understand. Father” Reglulus felt so incredibly small he could feel the tears prick in his eyes. It wasn’t out of sadness or anger. It was fear. Regulus was scared; he wanted to scan the room for a form of salvation, but he needed to keep his focus on Orion.

“Shhh, it's okay, my sweet boy” Orion pulls Regulus into a hug. At first, it was a nice hug, and Regulus relaxed into the embrace. It felt so much like a hug from Sirius. Soft and caring, full of love, he never knew how much he missed those hugs. Regulus let his guard down; he felt like a child again, not wearing his mask and just fully letting himself be consumed by the hug from his father.

But something wasn’t right Regulus felt the hug get tighter and tighter as if his father had morphed into a boa constrictor. Breathing was getting harder; he could feel Orion shaking- no. Was he crying? “I'm sorry you have to be in a place like this”, orion sobbed as his hand shot up to the back of Regulus' head. The other hand was on his shoulder. The man before him would break his fucking neck if he continued. Regulus choked, gasping for air; he couldn’t get enough to scream, but his arm wasn’t pinned to his side entirely, and the butter knife was still on the table.

Regulus knew how to get out of this situation with his free arm. He reached out his fingers and brushed the ornate silver handle of the knife; it spun around on the placemat. No! Black spots started to enter his vision. It was now or death at this point. Regulus swayed slightly using the moment he rocked to the left. His fingers brushed the handle again, just enough for him to get a grip on the blade. Regulus plunged the blunt butter knife into his father's neck using the last of his strength. Regulus felt his body go limp as he tried to gasp for air. A warm trickle of blood coated his hand as it dropped to his side.

Orion let out a scream pulling away from Regulus. The knife was still in his neck; Andromeda was the first to get there. She rushed over to Regulus limp in his chair, his white shirt and hand covered in blood

“REGULUS!” she shouted as she cradled his head “Reggie, Please look at me. It's Andromeda”, she sobbed; Narcissa followed her sister and screamed at the sight of blood. That was when Walburga had burst into the room face like lightning; Druella wasn’t far behind her as Narcissa ran up to her mother, hiding in the skirts of her gown. Wlaburga took in the scene before her: Orion was on the floor, a knife driven through his neck, but still breathing, unfortunately. Regulus was covered in blood, crying and being cradled by Andromeda. Perfect, she, through no amount of damage control, can keep this mess from going public. Narcissa calmed her tears and looked up at her aunt's calculating features.

“the girls can stay with Regulus in his room while I take him to St. Mungos, as far as the family knows. Orion did this to himself. Make sure that if the blasted profit gets wind of what has happened, they publish that story” Walburga directed it to anyone in the room but mainly Kreature, who was wringing his hands fearfully, waiting for his punishment. Walburag didn’t bother to acknowledge Regulus. She picked Orion up off the floor, slinking his arm over her shoulders; Druella crouched down to Narcissa, kissing her forehead

“help your sister look after Regulus, please”, she whispered, hugging the beauty; Narcissa nodded, rushing over to where Andromeda was fussing over Regulus. Drullea headed to where Walburga was with Orion getting his other arm and hoisting him up between them as they headed for the floo.

Andromeda managed to coax Regulus out of the dining room and back upstairs; he was still tense and shaking. ANrcissa had helped him with his bath making sure he scrubbed the blood from under his nails. Andromeda had checked Regulus over; he seemed to have a few broken ribs, his breathing was still shallow, and the bruising was showing. The best way to heal him was with magic, but none could perform advanced spells like that without the ministry knowing. Bellatrix was old enough, but none of them could trust her enough, and the same went for Alphard and Cygnus. Speaking of Bellatrix, she was still in the house cackling as usual, but Alphard had kept her entertained and away from the three upstairs. By now, everyone was exhausted Drulla had sent word that Orion was stable but would be kept under close observation for a few days meaning the two mothers wouldn't be home.

Finally clean and safe in his bed, Regulus was still shutting the girls out. He had screamed for Sirius when they wanted him to take a bath but other than that, he hadn’t uttered a single word to them. It was around 10 pm when the three heard tapping on Regulus' window. None of them got to sleep even though Bellatrix had left and returned with Andromeda and Narcissa's nightclothes; she left promptly, probably on Alphard's orders. The tapping at the window continued, this time with more urgency. Regulus huffed, knowing the other two were deep in hushed conversation. He left his bed, unlocked the window, and Onyx flew in haphazardly from the weight of the box he had clutched in his talons.

Narcissa shrieked, covering her hair. “Calm down, sissy; it's just Onyx” Regulus' voice was still a horse; Onyx gathered his bearings and went for his perch on Regulus' Desk, carefully dropping the package. Andromeda stood up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear

“Who do you think it's from?” She asked.

“Sirius, of course,” Regulus chirped as he read the tag with Sirius’ handwriting on it. It was cursive but also resembled dragon scratch, not as elegant as Regulus writing, but that gave it its charm. Regulus pulled out his desk chair, taking a seat. Andromeda and Narcissa sat on each end of the desk, excited to see what was in the box after the events at dinner. Even just a letter would brighten their moods. Regulus untangled the ribbon, letting the box collapse, revealing the delicately decorated chocolate yule log, a neatly wrapped sock shape gif and a letter.

“Mmm, that smells amazing” Narcissa licked her lips, eyeing up the chocolate frosting

“What does the letter say, reg?” Andromeda asked, inclining her head to the side, trying o read the letter.

Dear Regulus,

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

In my last letter, I promised you a slice of chocolate cake that I hope Andy and Sissy gave you!

I hope you are well and doing better with me not there, and please write soon. I do miss you dearly.

Also, James’ mum has sent you a gift so that you won’t go without; Mrs Potter is very nice. I hope we can meet her in person one day.

Merry Christmas

S.O.B

PS The cake is your present from me, don’t let anyone else eat it!

Regulus smiled at the letter; he looked over at his cousins, who both were drooling over the cake. Regulus smirked, swiping his index finger through the icing and licking it off. “It's mine. It’s a gift from Sirius!” Regulus chided, a massive smile plastered on his face. He was acting as if he didn’t just stab his father 6 hours ago.

The three of them feated on the cake finishing it not long after starting it and ultimately making themselves feel sick in the process, but it was worth the chocolate hangover. Regulus passed out first, leaving the two girls to contemplate the day.

“We have to tell Sirius,” Narcissa whispered

“What! We can’t; we don’t know how he will react,” Andromeda shot back with a careful whisper not to wake Regulus.

“so it's fine if he finds out that Orion was Stabbed in the profit. Im telling him!”

Androma made an angry noise that Narcissa rolled her eyes at as she went to the desk, pulling out a few rolls of parchment.

*******

Sirius, James and Remus were still buzzing from the sugar and festive cheer flowing through the castle. It was around 2 am that they had finally wound down enough to pull out some playing cards and play a few rounds of Bullshit* James was on a massive losing streak; Remus was bearly holding on yet winning, and Sirius was just happy playing after having the rules explained to him thrice.

Usually, owls tend to drop letters off in the morning during breakfast but due to the urgency of the message and the threatening glare of one Narcissa Black. The little Ural Owl flew through the cold Christmas night, tapping frantically on the window, drawing the boy's attention.

“oi, in’t that your brother's owl?” Remus said between bites of his chocolate frog, pointing at the frazzled owl. Sirius furrowed his brow

“Yeah. I only sent him home a few hours ago...” Sirius frowned, sliding off James' bed towards the windows. Even though the school is old as fuck, the tower windows open slightly, with just enough room for Onyx, but if it were Bellatix’s oversized eagle owl, it would struggle to fit through.

Onyx landed on an empty bedpost, dropping the letter in Sirius’ hands. “Weird, it's from Sissy”, Sirius mumbled.

“Well, don’t let us anticipate what it says,” James asked, revealing his hand to Remus.

Sirius opened the letter reading it, his face twisting as multiple emotions tried to take over at once.

Dear S.O.B

I’m sorry you must hear this from me, but it’s better than getting a tale from the daily profit in the morning, Orion; your father was rushed to St. Mungos earlier today due to Regulus Stabbing him in the neck. Please don’t panic. Reggie is safe with Andy and me, but he has suffered a few bruises and a broken rib from where Orion nearly suffocated him well. It's not good, but he is okay. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I had to tell you. Andy and I are staying with Reggie tonight. We managed to get him cleaned up, but I fear he is not the same person we left on that platform in September. he was delighted and thankful for the cake and socks. Andromeda is a little jealous that the great Eufamina Potter has gifted him Socks.

Please don’t worry yourself over this

N.B

Sirius let the letter drop to the floor as he shot out of the tower and down the stairs; James and Remus shared a look. “Well, that can’t be good news”, James stated as he went over to the letter picking it up and reading. Remus watched as James’ face contorted at the information he read.

“Hope you're not planning on running away as well? Is it cursed or something?” Rmeus asked a little hesitantly. James sighed

“Worse, I heard his parents a little”, James gestured with his hands. “Weird, but it seems his father nearly killed Regulus. Look,” James pushed the letter to Remus, who read it intently

“shit.” Remus breathed.

*****

Sirius burst out of the portrait hole and continued to rush through the hallways causing the ghosts to turn around in curiosity as Sirius sped through the hallways and up another flight of stairs towards the faculty corridor. Sirius forgot about the time. He was panting hard, his fist hurt as he pounded on the door to Minerva McGonagall’s quarters, and it wasn’t long until she whipped the door open, her tartan dressing gown billowing with the force of her door swinging open. His face was a sight of anger from being woken up at 2 am on boxing day, then twisting into a look only a mother could have when seeing her child red-faced with tear-stained cheeks as she beheld one puffy, red-faced Sirius Black.

“Mr Black, What on earth is the matter?” Minerva asked, her Scottish accent soothing the roaring tide in Sirius's mind. Sirius's Eyes welled up

“My brother, I need to go home to Regulus. Professor, please, he got hurt, and I need to help him,” Sirius sobbed. Minerva ushed the raven-haired boy into the rooms; this conversation did not need Peeve’s or any other nosey undead witnesses to hear. That goes for the Painting of Phinesus Black, a previous school headmaster.

Minerva sat Sirius on the small sofa in her room and sat next to him. “Right, Mr Black, why do you want to go home?” Minerva asked again, her voice calm. Sirus sat and processed the question, filling him with that horrible white-hot rage. The gift from his father was the rage of 1000 men, it seemed.

“ARE YOU FUCKING MENTAL! WHY DO I WANT TO GO HOME?!” Sirius was seething, he was already pacing, yet Minervra observed like with feline-like eyes, slowly blinking and just letting Sirius vent. “MY BROTHER NEARLY DIED, AND I WAS TOO BUSY HAVING FUN! THAT'S ALL I HAVE BEEN DOING! HAVING FUN,” Sirius's temper simmered slightly as the tears took a choke hold, his voice waving. “I LEFT HIM WITH....With those monsters,” Sirius collapsed onto the floor, his hands shooting for his hair. “I left him and... And I'm a horrible brother. Please let me go home” Sirius was crying now. Full-on waterworks, Minervra knelt on the ground next to Sirius, pulling him into a hug as sob after uncontrollable sob wracked through his body. He tensed as he felt the warmth of her body and her thin arms wrapped around him.

“Shhh there, there. you are not a terrible brother Sirius” she cooed; Sirius had finally relaxed a little, accepting the embrace. He had never been hugged like this before. Sure, Andromeda had held him, but this was different this felt like he was being protected and loved by a real mother.

Though Minervra McGonagall was never lucky enough to settle down and star a family of her own she took pride in mothering her students who need one the most. Long ago she had a student in Ravenclaw who lost everything he held close to him in regards to family but felt and found solace in Minervra. Sirius was no different to that boy. Shunned from his partens by being sorted into a less desirable house and now banished from his own home during holidays. Sirius craved love, though he had buckets full to give he felt undeserving of it back because of who is was.

“how are you so sure” he mumbled, wiping his eyes on his jumper.

“because you ran to me in the early hours of the morning to go see him. If I am not mistaken that is the bravest and most brotherly thing a borther can do” She smiled at the boy who looked up at her “though I’m sorry I can’t help you. I will see if I can organise something.”

Sirius sniffed letting out a shakey breath his eyes going heavy, Minervra and sirius stayed on the floor of her quarters for a while longer. She didn’t know what prompted her to sing a soft lullaby. But it helped sirus drift off to sleep.

A/N: Look, I was struggling with where Orion was going in that conversation, and then I got it as I was walking to work

But why would you think of something so bad, Jess? Well... what's a little suffering ay?

Also, I should be writing a research document for my Script for uni, but I said No, I must write the idea down before it goes into the nether

*bullshit is a card game where you gotta lie about what cards you put down.. look just google it I'm not explaining card game rules. It will fry my brain

#regulus angst #regulus fanfiction #You're a Jinx!#sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #follow #james potter #wolfstar #padfoot #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #angst #jegulus

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a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats · 1 month

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Helldivers II Post

alright I've been playing helldivers on and off for about a month now and I think I've got an idea of what I like about it and what I do not like about it.

First off, like everyone ever says, the gunplay is ridiculously good and it really makes me realize what I've been missing, recoil is chaotic, aiming sight wiggle is noticeable and important to get right in the heat of it, in general like a surprisingly small amount of games firing a gun while running actually feels like a risk and it really adds to the chaos. Clip reloading is another system that punishes you for panic reloading (something I had to learn) and the game has a difficulty scale ranging from almost pointlessly easy to effectively being a stealth game because if you get caught you'll get so piled up on you are inevitably going to chain die repeatedly. In solo, anyway. The chaos is unparalelled and it just really feels like things go to hell really quick, it's super exciting, and when you pull off a clutch strategem it feels Great. Basically everything about playing the game is fantastic.

The galactic war thing giving overarching goals for the playerbase is also really fun and I fuckin Love communally filling a meter so there's no complaints there. Also fantastic.

I have one complaint. One specific (and ultimately not really that important) aspect of the progression is much harder then the others, to the point of pushing less skilled/solo players Really hard. The game is intended as multiplayer. I have no qualms with the intended multiplayer focus. Maybe I am being unfair by making the comparison that I am about to make, but I wish it had handled the entire thing a bit more like deep rock galactic.

In deep rock galactic when you solo you get a little drone buddy named Bosco and he will shoot bugs for you, he'll mine for you, he'll generally help you out and is surprisingly competent which makes single player playable, and a little less arduous. The experience is still far more complete with multiple players, because it was, you know, made for that, and especially in DRG the community is generally friendly enough that there's no reason not to do that, but as someone that is not always feeling up to herding cats on the internet it's nice that I can pop into solo and play the game and get more or less the same stuff a group can get, and progress my account. This on top of the fact that a failed mission still rewards you a (reduced) amount of rewards means that you're always moving forward, which is quite nice.

I've been beating around the bush long enough so here's the complaint finally. There are three different avenues to upgrading your account.

Medals, which you just get from clearing missions, no complaints there. These unlock new gear and cosmetics for the essentially battle pass. Battle passes never vanish so the battle pass model is essentially just there so they can do content drops.

Requisition slips are number two, and much like medals you just get them by finishing missions. Again no complaints; they unlock strategems (active abilities you can use in missions), and are quite important to playing the game at higher difficulties, because heavy enemies are surprisingly weak to your non strategem equipment.

Samples. Here's the issue. First, when you die, you drop your samples. If you finish the mission, and die during extraction, you might "succeed" the mission, but you are not getting those valuable valuable samples. This really isn't the biggest deal, but it plays into part two. Part two is that higher grade samples spawn exclusively on higher difficulties; 4 and 7 to be precise. This is the issue. You can really break your back trying to get a decent amount of rare samples only to get thumped because the game dropped 3-4 heavies on you during extraction.

Now it's not the worst thing in the world, the passive tree is ultimately probably the least impactful upgrade segment out of the three, and you can get them solo with enough effort, but it feels very gatekeep-ey and almost (don't take this next part too seriously now) mean spirited.

It's just baffling because much like DRG I think helldivers is a Fantastic multiplayer game, and as a result I don't think they have to gate materials like this other then a weird insistence that only players above a certain skill level can get the full passive tree. There are multiplayer players saying they can't really get the higher tier samples because they're not good enough, and it feels like the sort've thing that creates needless friction. Hopefully they'll eventually introduce a way to get higher samples at a reduced rate, so, much like DRG, even if you're hobbling through the lower difficulties you can eventually nickle and dime your way to upgrades.

I dunno! I'm really enjoying the game, but when I drop samples right at the end and I get a small portion of progression yanked out of my hands it feels real bad. That's essentially my one complaint. If you've got people to play with then it's a great game to grab.

#bats writes #not taggin it because maybe I will do another more structured post later #I do intend to tag more though #Eventually

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Interlude: Bridges, Doorways, and the Starlit Truth

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"My prince of the briar patch."

Interlude: Bridges, Doorways, and the Starlit Truth

"...I found you, Ceci."

Cecilia fiddled thoughtfully with the worn ears of the plush Chipsqueek she'd cuddled since babyhood as she gazed out at the cold, clear stars beyond her window.

"You've already talked about how your ears are a little different... Well, that's because you're a little different. But that doesn't mean I love you any less, or even any more."

Those small pointed ears, so sensitive to every tiny sound. They caught the music of wind in bare trees, chiming with ice; the creaking of the mattress on the other side of their divided room, where her father tossed restlessly in his sleep.

"I love you as much as anyone ever loved anyone, because... Because however it happened, you're my kid. And because you're wonderful. I am so, so proud of you."

Cecilia knew he had trouble getting good sleep sometimes, so she hoped he could settle down soon. Still, she liked to hear him as he breathed and stirred behind that thin wooden screen.

She liked to know he was there.

"Do you understand, Cecilia?"

Cecilia reckoned she did.

But though she understood, her foundations still felt somewhat shaken.

It just wasn't in any way her father might have thought.

As he held her tight in his wool-covered arms and told her their story, Cecilia got the impression that he was afraid she might not think he was her real father once she knew, but that seemed silly to her. She'd never known any other father, and never knew Russell as anything else. She could no more think otherwise than take flight, or start walking on the ceiling.

The mischievous Elven child laughed to herself, thinking of all the things she could do if those things were possible.

I wanna walk on the ceiling!

(Only if Daddy would still be my daddy, though.)

No, what shook her so was the fate of those unremembered parents, who had gone away or died. If it had happened to those loving strangers back then, it could just as easily happen to the father she knew tomorrow.

Or the next day, or the next, or in the night while she slept...

In fact, it already had happened.

The only difference was that Russell eventually came back; a difference that, though crucial, was too small for Cecilia's liking.

He told you it wouldn't happen again. He told you a million times!

He had also told her that he only wanted to be honest with her from now on, so she knew she should believe him. But lately, she was beginning to realize that, sometimes, things were just going to happen. No matter what anyone did or said.

She wasn't quite sure what to do about that, or if anything could be done.

Be with him lots, so you'll remember him good when...

Cecilia didn't want to think about it anymore.

Instead, she began thinking about the other things she'd learned.

For one thing, she was an Elf.

An Elf!

Cecilia had always loved the Elves she'd read about in stories. They were smart, and real pretty, and a little wild. They usually had a talent for art, and loved more than anything to be outdoors, to feel their oneness with the vast living world.

Just like me!

And just like Miss Tabatha; who Cecilia had always looked up to because she was gentle and clever, could tame any Monster, and baked the most wonderful cakes.

Will I be like her when I grow up?

Somehow, she found it hard to imagine. For Tabatha was always so polite, and kept the whole Manor neat as a pin.

Cecilia, on the other hand, was always shouting and running when she shouldn't. And one time, her father actually held up a fairy-book illustration of a cave crammed floor to ceiling with a dragon's muddled heaps of hoarded treasures and exclaimed, "...Look, Ceci! It's your side of the room!"

No, she wouldn't grow up to be exactly like Tabatha. And that was just fine.

I'm a Human, too!

Though he couldn't say exactly how much, her father had told her that she was a little different from other Elves, and certainly had some Human ancestors. He said that her papers from Doctor Ed called her a Half-Elf, but no one was exactly sure, and it didn't really matter. It only mattered that she was also a Human, as well as an Elf.

And that, to her, was twice as good.

A Human; like her best friend Nicky, who was strong and funny and an utter genius at pranks.

A Human; like her father, who must have been the bravest person she'd ever met.

Cecilia didn't remember her first parents, and she didn't remember the day she was adopted. But, if she concentrated hard, she found she could almost see what Russell was like back then: a tired, scared man, all by himself. Not much older than Miss Tori, so maybe still partly a boy, even. A boy trying so, so hard to be a brave man.

And that poor, brave boy picked her up and swore to care for her and protect her with his life, even though he was tired and scared and young.

This is my best secret!

The secret wasn't something Russell had told her.

She'd figured it out all on her own.

Cecilia knew how families usually happened. She'd been to Miss Tori and Mr. Raguna's wedding, and listened as they spoke of how excited they were to someday have their own son or daughter, who they said would be almost like Cecilia's little cousin.

And, when she played at Nicky's house, she saw that Neumann loved Nicky very much, but she knew somehow that he was only Nicky's father because he'd loved Sabrina first. Sabrina, in turn, was his mother because she'd loved Neumann; loved him so much that, it seemed, they couldn't stay apart.

She and her own father were much different.

He had worried that she would think it was somehow less real, but Cecilia knew the truth.

And the truth, as Cecilia saw it, was that Russell became her father because he loved her.

"From the first time I saw you."

Cecilia smiled into her Chipsqueek's shabby, love-bald coat, and happily drifted off to sleep.

~*~

Sabrina lay awake, listening to the heavy sound of her husband's peaceful, dream-warmed breath. The starlight settled on his muscular back in stark blue crescents, turned his shaggy blonde hair to spun silver, and made her fall for him all over again.

She was glad that things were, as far as she could tell, finally settled.

You've settled things before, you know.

That, she knew bitterly well.

But, somehow, this time seemed different. Like they finally understood each other.

After Russell and Cecilia left that morning, Sabrina busied herself sorting her tackle boxes and seasoning her pans, waiting for Neumann to come home.

She'd decided that they needed to talk.

When he finally arrived, she poured them each a cup of tea and dove right in, mentally pointing her hands and holding her breath for the long plunge.

She didn't snap, or glower, or bring up the Chalice, as was typical of these conversations. Instead, she kept her voice level, and simply told him how she felt; here and now, not in reaction to some petty past slight.

"I'm trying so hard not to ruin this. But you're going to be the one to ruin it if you don't try, too."

She told him that she knew what marriage meant—or at least what it meant to him—and that she was more than happy to withhold her body from all but one from now on.

But that person needed to have faith in her, because she couldn't love someone who didn't.

And they had to allow her to share her heart, because she'd never learned how to keep it to herself. The thought of doing so, in fact, only made her sad.

"Neumann, is it me you love? All of me?"

Sabrina was prepared for whatever he had to say.

She wanted so badly for him to love her, but an incomplete love was a love she could gladly live without.

What she hadn't prepared for was for him to say nothing at all.

Instead, he swept her up in those big farmer-carpenter arms, lifting her and cradling her; as though he were preparing to carry her across the threshold for the third time in their absurd, wonderful lives.

In a way, she supposed, that was exactly what he was doing.

He kissed her deeply, and it was only once he had set her down that he finally spoke.

"Sabrina... Yes. And I've actually been thinking... I was acting like a giant jerk, wasn't I? All these years... Giant, giant jerk."

Then they did what they'd always done; the thing that had made them so crazy about each other in the first place, all those turbulent years ago.

They laughed.

It was only later that Sabrina felt a distinct pang of sadness, though it wasn't for herself.

It was for Russell.

If she and Neumann had split again, she would have gone back to him in a heartbeat.

And now that they hadn't, it looked like she wouldn't.

That was that. No regrets.

But she knew how badly he needed someone, and it made her heart ache that she could no longer guarantee that for him. He'd have to go find it himself, and she honestly didn't know if he had it in him.

He certainly didn't back then.

I'm so glad I found him first.

Sabrina remembered the first time she properly took him to bed, the tension that gripped his tired driftwood body as she held him through the night. Then that same body a year or so later, quietly gorgeous with a little more substance and a lot less anguish.

(I'm glad you found me, too.)

She laughed as she remembered how Russell was so cheap—or perhaps merely oblivious—that he wore those silly uniform pants long after they'd stopped fitting properly. He slung them low on his narrow hips with the top button undone; exposing soft paper-white skin divided by a trail of downy hair, and the subtle yet oddly compelling awkwardness of his pelvic bones, one of them decorated by that awful tattoo he always insisted was a compass...

...Okay, I kind of missed those when he finally shredded them.

Everything Sabrina remembered, she found, just made her remember everything else.

We had a little eternity, didn't we Russell?

Teaching him how to swim, and his surprise when she told him that what he'd been doing his whole life was just treading water. She'd taught him how to cook, too; or at least how to use the range without setting anything on fire. And she'd at least tried to teach him to be more gentle with himself, but she honestly didn't think he quite understood the lesson.

I did my best.

She'd taken a person who barely knew how to survive, let alone live, and taught him all she could.

More importantly, she'd loved him.

She loved him still.

She hoped he would be okay out there.

When Sabrina thought back to the last time she'd spoken to Russell, just that morning, she honestly couldn't tell if he was.

His color was better than it had been in months, but there was a strange translucence to his skin that showed the violets around his eyes as much as the roses in his cheeks. Then there was his voice, which made her think something was still wrong with his lungs; how he kept his mouth covered with one of those silly scarves from the farm, as though the air might hurt him. While they stood talking on the cold packed sand, he kept flinching and shifting his weight.

He told her that he needed to go right home and rest.

He told you that he needed to go home and rest.

Sabrina chose to take that as a good sign.

Up until then, she always had to be the one telling Russell to get some rest.

Maybe he's starting to understand.

(Maybe he's just still sick.)

She couldn't be sure which one it was.

All she knew was that, along with the obvious toll the hard winter had taken on his body, she'd also seen what looked like glimpses of Russell's old self. His good-natured mildness, and that slight edge of boyish zeal; how they always tugged at her heartstrings, confronting her with what a ray of sunshine he might have been in a different life.

Had they not smashed him into pieces.

(I'm sorry I couldn't finish putting you back together.)

(I'm sorry if nobody can.)

Sabrina sighed, then curled into the comforting warmth of her husband's strong back. Her mind still felt uneasy, and she wasn't sure if she'd sleep that night.

But she knew, sleep or no sleep, that she wouldn't face this night alone.

And that really did make all the difference.

This was all I ever wanted for you.

(I'm glad that, for a while, it was with me.)

Whoever it is, I hope you find them.

(Forgive me, Russell.)

~*~

You walked into the Clinic, pulled me aside, and asked if we could be alone.

"Russell, you have no idea how I've been... Should we go upstairs?"

Your gaze didn't waver, and I felt your grip on my hand tightening.

"No. Alone. Where nobody would ever find us."

So we followed the dirt road out of town, then abandoned the path and strayed deep into the forest; into its green, secret heart.

(It should be green. It should be spring. I'm tired of white.)

(He'll be well by then. I want to think of him well.)

We arrive at a cool, sun-dappled clearing. To reach such a place, we must have had to walk for at least an hour, but this serene solitude was worth every step.

And the way the mottled, green-tinted sunlight silvered your hair from behind, then reflected off your bare pale shoulders as you began to disrobe, would have surely been worth ten thousand more.

I would gladly cross the world for you.

(Liar. You won't even walk next door.)

Slowly, I begin slipping off my own clothing; my white coat, my old sandals. We have all the time in the world, so we take it, in tiny indulgent bites.

Still, it almost happens too fast, and we soon find ourselves with nothing between our wanting bodies but the lush forest air.

You smile, somehow cocky and shy all at once.

"All right... How do you want me?"

At first, I'm too in awe of you to answer.

I take a single step forward, placing my hands on your perfect shoulders. Then I let them wander as they will; exploring your tense neck, your finely articulated arms, the gully of your spine, your sensitive flanks.

Your body is a thing of delicate bones and neat, close-lying muscle. But its angles are mellowed by an unexpected softness; melting just so into your cool, smooth skin. I could touch you like this forever, and I can tell by the blissful look on your face that you wouldn't mind if I did.

(I don't want him to be so guarded. For his sake more than mine.)

Moving downward, ever downward, I lightly cup your compact buttocks, and think, "perfect fit". I roughly yank your hips toward mine, then place one hand on the back of your neck so I can draw you in and whisper in your ear.

"Oh, Russell... I want you every way."

As I speak those words, I rest the other hand at the small of your back so I can feel you shiver, and draw your body even closer so I can feel everything else.

Almost instantly, I can feel that I've said just the right thing, but it takes you a moment to respond in words.

(This is how it would be with him. He thinks about everything.)

"...How about over there?"

I follow your eyes to a thicket of brambles at the clearing's edge.

"You mean..."

Your eyes are hectic and intense with what you've been thinking.

"...I mean I lie down in the vines, and you can do whatever you want to me."

For some reason, this makes me laugh. I tilt your face towards mine and hold your gaze.

"No. I'd tear my own skin to ribbons, and I'm not brave like you are."

You look proud for half a second, then just a bit crestfallen.

"Oh. All right."

After a moment's consideration, I put an arm around your waist and walk you over to the thicket.

"Here. I thought of something else we can do."

Your eyes are liquid, inquisitive. I don't know how I'm going to resist you for long enough to carry out my plan.

"...Oh? What are we going to...?"

I cup your face and whisper.

"Kneel for me."

All your hair stands on end, and your skin flashes from sweetly cool to almost feverish.

You kneel.

I turn towards the thicket, and break off a long, green, flexible cane.

And then it's my turn to kneel before you.

I gently kiss your forehead, then begin winding the thorny vine around your wrists. Your forearms are blue-veined, slender, subtly corded; your skin is so, so soft. It barely offers resistance as the thorns begin to prick you, bejeweling your pale flesh with tiny perfect droplets of blood.

(Do you think you could really do something like this?)

(I know I could.)

(When I think of the things he could get me to do to him, I barely recognize myself.)

"Ed... I didn't know you had it in you."

I find that I do, and on the next loop, I give your bindings a little tug, making you blush and wince.

"Well, I didn't, either... And you know it's really going to sting when we have to disinfect this later, right?"

Another tug, just for emphasis. You answer it with a challenging smirk.

"...Do I really seem like I'd mind?"

We're laughing. You're bleeding. I've never felt closer to you than I do right now.

"I suppose you wouldn't, would you?"

You briskly shake your head.

"Not at all... Actually, I think you should probably go ahead and use a little extra disinfectant. You know. For safety's sake."

You huff out a last small laugh as I finish binding your wrists, then begin to lean backwards, ready to lie down for me. My hand darts behind your back to catch you.

"Don't be so impatient."

I quickly kiss your lips and straighten you up again, first by pulling you up by the thorns on your wrists, then holding your modest, tidy biceps in the firmest grip I can manage without hurting you in all the wrong ways; showing you how serious I am as I feel once more how wonderfully made you are.

Once it seems like we're both satisfied, I let go; waiting long enough to be sure you've gotten the message, then returning to the thicket and carefully selecting several more green vines.

Carefully, minding the thorns, I begin to weave. Or to braid, I'm really not sure. Whatever I'm doing, the vines begin to shape themselves into a perfect ring.

(I just realized that I don't actually know how to do this.)

(I should really learn, just in case.)

(...Of what? A day that will never come?)

You watch me work intently, your bound hands clasped, your jaw set in anticipation. The ends of the vines are heavy with fruit, and as I weave, I pluck the berries and gently slip them into your mouth one by one.

"...Aren't you going to have any?"

I casually pop a berry into my mouth, sun-warm and sour-sweet.

"Maybe just one. I want everything to be for you right now."

You smile contentedly at the idea. As I weave in the end of the final vine, I pluck the last berry, then press it to your lips, crushing it slightly before you swallow, my thumb painting your lips with its juice. The vivid magenta-violet of it practically glows against your pearlescent skin, bringing out the pink flush just beneath.

Then, and only then, I crown you.

My prince of the briar patch.

You, who lived so long in entanglement and pain that you learned how to turn them inside-out; turn them into something not just worth enduring, but something hedonic and desirable in themselves.

You, ever bleeding, ever raked by thorns, but still standing. Still, on your better days, even smiling.

(It's a little more complicated than that, I know.)

(But he came through it all partially intact, and I feel like celebrating him for that.)

You, the sole ruler of a private, labyrinthine kingdom, where all the edges cut.

I demand passage there, and you kindly deign to let me in.

You lie back, and I allow it this time. As I hover voraciously over you, pinning you to the cool forest floor, I can't help feeling like a fox at a fresh kill.

But my intentions for you are nothing so brutal.

And certainly, nothing so quick.

I kiss the dark sweetness from your lips, and pass it back to you as my tongue entwines with yours.

Like divers, we explore until we run out of air, then bob up breathlessly into the sun.

As you draw deep, trembling breaths, I press my lips to the fluttering pulse at your jaw; your fragile precious carotid, the vital lifeline of your amazing brain, the swift red river that feeds your sea of stories and knowledge. I hope it carries my love into every fold and whorl of your electrified cortex.

I kiss that love into your bloodstream one more time, then slide downward, along one of the humming sinews of your neck, so taut I'm almost afraid it could snap. You shudder with a sigh as my tongue probes the hollow of your throat, bracing your bound hands behind my head.

I don't fear the thorns.

Right now, there is only you, and how I can make you feel.

In my occasional encounters—and my endless imaginings—I always liked to start by trailing kisses along my lover's body in a perfect straight line, traveling the median plane from throat to groin.

You, as you always had in many respects, posed a special challenge.

If I didn't want to hurt you—really hurt you, in ways you didn't want to be hurt—I'd have to avoid your scar.

(That doesn't have to be a problem here, if you don't want it to be.)

(No. I can't bear to take him to pieces anymore.)

Of course, you were so splendid that I was overjoyed to be taking the long way home.

My slow detour took me over your smooth chest, where I lightly flicked a nipple with the tip of my tongue; just enough to make you arch your back and I could get my arms under you, wrapping you up in me as you quivered and groaned.

I kissed each fine, trembling rib as they crested under your skin with your heavy, desperate breath. When I reached the pale pink dash where I had once pierced your side to save your sweet life, I kissed that too, in tender gratitude that you had healed.

(Why are you leaving in all the sad parts?)

(Because I love all of him.)

Lazily, I follow a rib back to the center, to the place where your chest drops off into the valley of your abdomen; every nerve in my lips setting itself aflame in the attempt to fully apprehend the silkiness of your skin, the shiver of your slight, nervous muscles.

I slide my hands out from under you, firmly gripping your waist as I continue my way down, feeling the ecstatic squirm of your spine. Your thorns snag in my hair, each strand eventually slipping free with a small sigh of release. The skin here is as sensitive as it is supple, and the workings of my hands and mouth are driving you so wild that I struggle to keep hold of you.

It goes without saying, of course, that you're driving me wild, too.

So, wild with joy, I tongue a few dizzy circles around the soft rim of your shallow navel, making you gasp and wrap your legs around me. Something about the very softness of you, in combination with that undisguised spasm of pleasure, makes me want to use my teeth.

With a reverent sort of trepidation, I do.

Just the slightest nip, on the delicate skin of your lower belly. I've already been messing around with you too much, so you cry out, gripping my hair in shaky fistfuls.

I slide down again and grab your hips; hooking my thumbs around the sharp little bones, feeling them sink slightly into the yielding flesh between.

Another perfect fit.

After a reassuring kiss on the spot I'd bitten, I pause to rest my head in that cushioned hollow.

Perfect.

"I think you were made for me to hold you, Russell"

(He was just made to be loved, like everyone else.)

(I want so badly to love him.)

(I already do.)

(This isn't enough.)

~*~

Edward opened his eyes, feeling a bit disoriented as he found them already adjusted to the dark.

Russell's warm skin, the cool moss of the forest floor, the catch of thorns in his hair, the brilliant dappled light... All of it vanished in an instant; taking with it his feelings of exquisite arousal and longed-for connection, leaving only the familiar silence and shadow of his lonely bedroom.

It was just as well, Edward figured, that those feelings had taken their leave of him.

He had, after all, no one with which to share them.

What, even, was the point of all that?

With a melancholy sigh, he rolled over to face the window.

The afternoon's heavy clouds had blown over, giving way to a dazzling expanse of glittering frozen stars. Their beauty almost seemed to mock him; he who could once conjure a compelling image from nothing, condensing it into white-hot points of light in the dark dome of his skull.

Edward found this new incapacity baffling. The only other time he'd had so much trouble holding onto his private flights of fancy was during those last few years in the Empire, when his heart was dead.

So this development did baffle him, and baffled utterly.

Because it was obvious that his heart, this time around, wasn't dead in the least.

Rather, it was very much alive; curled up snug under his ribs with its hot pelt and hot heavy breath, eating and growing, pacing the dark wet lair of his chest. It growled and snapped its teeth. It tore up the place, sharpening its claws. And it howled, all night long.

It was, perhaps, too alive. It wouldn't heed his commands any longer.

Or perhaps, he simply knew Russell just a bit too well by now for the magic to work.

Where there had once been three of him; the friend, the patient, the someday-never lover, there was now only one.

And this new, singular image possessed an exhausting level of detail.

Edward's mind, sharp and quick as it was, couldn't seem to hold it all at once.

The image—the fragment—that he'd always conjured in the past, the one he called the third despite its having been the first, was easy enough to grasp. It was beautiful, to be sure, but it was a beauty rendered in great bold strokes; like the impressionist paintings he had once seen at a gallery in the city.

A Russell in summary, a Russell shorthand. The dreaminess and soft symmetry of his face, the lean terseness of his frame. His soft hair falling past his ears; just a touch of raffish carelessness, but enough to have surely gotten him fired, had he worked at that dreadful hospital. The glistening half-moons of his glasses, the eyes behind them a little spacey and guarded.

A series of expressions and gestures.

A blur of dusty colors.

It was, of course, the sort of condensed digest version that Russell himself looked at with disdain.

Edward supposed it was only right that his new, unified vision would be something else entirely.

And it was, truly, something else.

It had an almost fractal quality, like the Gods and Monsters of myth that were said to drive men mad with their sheer intricacy. He could scarcely move it through whatever story he'd dreamed up, heavy as it was with an excess of sparkling riches.

Edward lost hours counting them; sifting the treasures through his fingers, holding them up to the light.

This was Russell, unabridged. Dense with figures and footnotes.

The whispered comma of a barely-formed smile line at just one corner of his mouth. His seventh cervical and first thoracic, proud as smooth river stones just under the skin at the base of the neck. His hands, a little smaller than you'd expect; careful and delicately nervous, yet coarsened slightly by the corrugations of his overworked knuckles, the ropy white crescent scar at the base of one thumb.

All those years in your briar patch.

The bad, somewhat faded tattoo of what might have been a broken wheel, or an ouroboros that someone had kicked in the ribs out of spite.

How those thorns pricked you, again and again.

The younger man's hair, shot through with more silver than Edward's own; the poignancy of that, and the shine of it when the light was just right. The clench of his jaw when he was deep in thought, and how easily distinguished it was—once you knew the difference—from the brittle tension when he was feeling a flashback coming on and didn't want anyone to notice.

I notice now, Russell.

I notice everything.

He couldn't not.

Every time Edward tried to pare the image down to a more manageable density, he found it impossible. Everything was too important. Nothing was unworthy of his consideration, his adoration, his time.

And all of it just made him long, all the more, to hold the real thing in his arms.

What do you do with a mental impression so real that you can't forget, even for a moment, its very unrealness? What do you do with an image that is both too much and not—not ever—enough?

Edward didn't know.

But he did know that he probably wouldn't be getting to sleep anytime soon, so he threw off the covers and stood with a sigh, walking to the window not so much for the view as the sound of his own feet creaking on the floorboards. It was almost deafening, in this house as silent as the winter stars themselves.

And it only made Edward all the more aware of how alone he was.

He and Camus had eaten together, in the old familiar quiet. Then Camus went over to Melody's, where he'd been ever since.

I need to tell that kid I'm not old enough to be a grandfather yet.

Edward knew, of course, that this was a risk he had taken. He hadn't been old enough to be a father, either, and now here he was; with his stoic grown son, his nearly-empty house.

His knowledge that, just yesterday, it hadn't felt empty at all.

It's not Camus you miss, is it?

No. I miss him.

But you miss someone else, don't you?

I don't want to.

(I do.)

Carefully, Edward creaked his way over to the far wall, where he knew the Clinic and Library nearly met, straining his ears for any stray sleep sounds, the comforting lava-rumble of other bodies.

As expected, he heard only the fierce winter night wind whistling through the narrow gap between the buildings.

Russell and Edward were close enough—assuming a bridge and a doorway—to reach one another other in ten big steps. Perhaps even five, if they met in the middle. But there was no bridge, no doorway here, and Edward didn't know how to build them; didn't know how he felt about knocking out a wall.

He listened to the wind for a while longer.

Then, out of what had only just become habit, he descended the stairs.

On particularly long and restless nights, Edward had taken to padding down to the Clinic proper, where Russell slept. There, he would read or do a little quiet paperwork; allowing the ambient warmth of another human life to soothe him, until he grew too exhausted to continue and headed back to bed.

Russell, in slumber, was not what most people would consider a particularly calming presence. He really was an awfully fitful sleeper; constantly curling his spine, clenching his fists, grinding his teeth. Sometimes, he'd cry out, and Edward would have to wake him, have to sit with him until they both felt settled enough to rest.

If I could have just taken it all away, I would have.

But I couldn't, could I?

(And I can't deny how I loved those quiet nights.)

Russell wasn't calming, no.

But, even in sleep, he was always so terribly present.

And it turned out that, in the end, was what really mattered.

Edward missed it so.

He was just here. He'll be here again tomorrow night. Stop being ridiculous.

The bed in the exam room was crisply made and conspicuously empty, marred only by a slight rumpled spot where Russell had sat barely three hours before; sipping a hot cup of tea dosed with his medicine while Edward tried to work out how he was feeling, how his first day back in the great cold world might have gone.

He really didn't look well.

Edward had, of course, seen Russell much worse. But he was paler than he'd been that morning, eyes red-rimmed and dull, his affect spacey and a bit flat. It reminded him, in a stomach-churning way, of that terrible afternoon at the Library; Russell tilted back in his chair, glassy eyes on the ceiling, head full of rivers.

Ascent and descent are mirror twins.

You made the right call.

(You can't know that yet.)

After a bit of light probing, Russell insisted that he was all right. He was just tired. He'd had a bad flashback that afternoon, and had spent most of the day sleeping, so he was a little out of it, and that was all. Really.

He did, however, hint that something had happened that he might want to talk about, but he was too tired to get into it right then. Edward was curious, but decided to let the matter go for now.

Because Russell, it seemed, was all right.

He had a flashback.

Then he went to sleep.

This, even in the best of times, was practically unheard of.

Edward didn't discount the possibility that it had simply exhausted him, or that his body might still be so drained from his illness and accident that nothing could keep him from passing out.

But neither did he discount the possibility that Russell had, at long last, learned to calm himself down.

I hope you have.

(You can't go on like that much longer. You're already falling apart.)

Next time, I might not be able to bring you back.

(Next time might break my heart.)

Russell, in excruciating detail; limp and blue-lipped in Edward's arms, halfway between here and somewhere else.

Russell, lying in that now-empty bed; mind miles away, hacking through thorns in his sleep.

Russell, back home; relearning, somehow, to fill his own space.

The image, too heavy to hold its shape, flickered and vanished.

Edward was entirely, achingly alone.

The whole time he was here...

(Stop. This is repellant.)

...I wanted so badly to climb in bed with him.

The urge had been physical, all-consuming, and, to Edward's mind, terribly improper.

But it wasn't lust, this time, that drove him.

It was the expression and posture Russell inevitably assumed in sleep, no matter how peaceful he seemed when he was first drifting off.

He always looked like he was bracing for a blow.

Edward wanted to curl around him and absorb it, to keep him safe. To, somehow, make him feel safe; to know it so deep in his bones that all those painfully tight muscles could finally uncoil and let him rest.

If such a thing were even possible, where would he begin?

What do you need?

What can I do?

(Do you even know?)

And then another selfish thought, sickeningly clear and sharp as a new scalpel.

I know I need you.

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