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fuxuannie · 11 months

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↳ pairing : miles morales x (filo) reader

↳ synopsis : general headcanons / random rants of dating him

↳ authors note : this is me self projecting yes yes u can call me out on it ♡♡ i lovelovelove atsv!! i mightmight write gwen, hobie or pavitr next,, probably another miles one though <3

↳ warnings : some r angsty w/ mentions of blood & etc! beware bewareee 👹

-> i think that a relationship with MILES is more chaotic than the spiderman aspect of himself.

For starters, Miles loves you SO bad that it's not embarassing but he clings onto you a lot, (you enjoy it) however you also want to study for your upcoming quiz without your boyfriend leaning against you, pulling you in for a hug and mayble blowing against your ear to mess with you. He's a bit of a loser whos addicted to your attention and does everything to grab it.

-> but if you have to deal with mr clingy every single day, miles has to suffer with your silly filipino cheesyness.

"Hello bebeloves-" You'll say with a snort, already giggling at the groan Miles lets out as he pushes you off him with ease.

"Huuuyy, di mo ba ako mahal?" ("Huuuyy, do you not love me?")

A pout is evident on your expression, and Miles just looks at you with a puzzled look. "???? I do NOT know what you are saying, please translate."

"I love youu-"

"I know that's not what you said >:("

-> texting and swinging is more than a common occurence.

"Local Hero 'Spiderman' was seen swinging through the streets of Brooklyn, seemingly texting on his phone before directly hitting a pole while distracted."

So now you're here, arms crossed and your boyfriend with an icepack on his forehead and an awkward 'I'm not an idiot' smile on his face.

"Babe, there's a whole lot of Spiderpeople out there-"

"How many of them are stupid enough to text while doing dangerous swings through the city?"

"You'd be surprised!" You shoot him an unamused glare, he sighs as he's well aware you're just worried for him. He knows that seeing him hurt all the time more than enough stress one person should handle, but he can't control the damage he takes whether outside or inside of a fight.

Miles stands up and pulls you in for a hug, the way you continue to still cross your arms makes him a little sad but he rests his head on top of yours and quietly tries to pick the right words to say. "I'm sorry, I'll try to take better care of myself."

That's all you wanted to hear, and you hide your smile as you return the the hug.

-> your safety was placed above all else, no matter what.

Miles knows he can take a hit, he can take several depending on the enemy, but he will take every single punch that he cannot take just so you wouldn't have to.

"You're- hngh... okay. You're okay, look at me, tell me you're okay." He whispers to you while literally bleeding from his torso and you're crying while holding him, going hysterical because he's ignoring his spidey senses that's supposed to protect him to protect you.

There are times where you're by his side in the recovery room, holding his hand as you sob and beg for him to start putting himself first. Just to be even a little selfish and think of himself for once before other people, before you. But you know you couldn't ask that from him, or you could and he wouldn't listen. It was natural in his heart to protect those who needed it, because he knew there was no one else who could do it, not to his care and extent.

It sucks that the very same traits that made you fall inlove with him are the ones that make you cry at your worst.

-> he was terrified the day he thought of revealing his spiderman identity to you.

"Will they think I've gone insane ???" Was his main thought, mostly on the fact who would think that someone like HIM would be the Spiderman swinging outside your window everyday, 'coincidentally' meeting you whenever you needed to clear your head on the rooftop of your apartment, dropping by those anonymous gifts at your door signed with a Spider logo.. who would've guessed?

I think that when he tells you he's Spiderman, he also confesses to you that he likes you. It's a two in one package deal! He could get rejected, but at least you now can say you rejected Spiderman at some point in your life. But of course, you knew Miles Morales before you knew Spiderman, and goodness did you love the boy under the suit more than the persona he wore with it on.

You've had to restrict his daytime Spidey visits though, if enough people take note that Spidermans been visiting YOUR room when you and Miles start dating.. it could spark some rumours. (it doesn't stop him, he does it anhway)

-> "don't worry, i'm not jealous." you always knew Miles was a bad liar.

Miles Morales, Spiderman, Straight A student (minus spanish but we don't talk about that) and the most handsome boy in Brooklyn.. jealous of the way you admire Gwen Stacy.

Don't get him wrong, he loves that his best friend and his partner get along, but you and her are WAY too close sometimes. Do you really have to be laughing that way with her? like come on, he thought that laugh of yours was reserved for him alone. :(

Obviously that's just Miles wanting your attention every 3 minutes, but also he knows he can't control who you're friends with anyway and he knows dang well he's the only person who gets to hold you at night in his arms.

He doesn't wanna be controlling and he trusts you so he lets you do what you want, if some boundaries are crossed though he'll talk about it with you. :)

But you won't deny how you are so so inlove with the jealous glare he gives to some people that you're talking to, you never intentionally make him jealous but the way his hand immediately grabs yours and the passive agressive smile has you giggling n everything.

-> DATES!!! dates are sososo fun with him!

"Trust me, I found this new place and a friend told me it's really good!" And you either come out with a full stomach and happy tastebuds or being on the verge of throwing up. Dates are always something new, Graffiti dates, picnic dates, study dates and such.

All of them are always full of joyful memories because Miles does everything in his power to make sure you laugh until your sides HURT. He knows how much memories can mean to people, it's all he has left of his uncle and so he wants to make sure that if something goes wrong, you'll have enough memories of you and him to last a lifetime. :')

His favorite kind are the ones where you sleep over, his parents are always bugging him on when you're going to visit and he's happy to see the widest smile on his mothers face when she sees you.

Of course he's happy for you to spend time with his family, but when it's finally just you and him in the comfort of his bed he feels calm and relaxed. There's so much stress in his life, not only as Spiderman but the upcoming rise as a teenager and only you bring a sense of relaxation for even just a few hours.

-> lowkey flirting in tagalog b4 u guys got together!!! 🤞

Miles used to hear you say random phrases in your foreign language while you looked at him, one that seemed to stick with him for a while was; "Ampogi mo talagaaaaa.." Which he wanted to ask you about, but figured it was just a silly joke or insult.

Surprise surprise, while he's learning how to speak your language, you can imagine his shock when he figures out just exactly what pogi meant.

"YOU WERE HITTING ON ME THIS ENTIRE TIME????"

-> love languageeez !!!!

Miles practically has all of the love languages, especially giving them!!

Words of Affirmation? He promised to himself to let you sleep without a heavy heart, whispering into your ear about how you're enough for him and how he believes you're genuinely the perfect person for him.

Quality Time? Boy is glued to you TWENTY FOUR SEVEN, not a day you don't spend atleast 10 hours with him because that is what he DEMANDS!! That's a joke, but he really does try everything he can to be by your side.

Acts of Service? His mama did NOT raise a boy who doesn't know how to care for someone, he'll take care of all your worries and chores whenever he comes over. Whatever you ask, it will be granted as soon as possible. ♡

Gift Giving? He prefers handmade gifts over anything, he'll spend nights during patrols that have nothing going on to make tiny presents to give you in the morning. He loves to make you mini scrapbooks with doodles of you and him together.

Physical Touch? His favorite, words cannot EXPLAIN how much he loves to hold you. PDA isn't a problem for him, whether or not you like it will depend if he does PDA w you or not. He doesn't really mind if you aren't into it, Miles himself actually prefers to be affectionate behind closed doors but he's happy to do the smaller things like hand holding or hugs.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles x reader

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵.

𝔹𝔸𝕂𝕌𝔾𝕆𝕌 𝕂𝔸𝕋𝕊𝕌𝕂𝕀

⇴ male reader [pro-hero, 25] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: bottom Prohero Bakugo and husband male yn having a quickie in the bathroom stall of a hero award ceremony

↣ rating: 18+ ↣ warnings: quickie, bathroom stall sex, public sex, buttplug

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Pulling you closer by your tie, Katsuki smashed his lips on yours in a desperate attempt to feel you close. Thankfully, you immediately returned the kisses as your palms pressed against the wall you had pushed your husband into. With his hot tongue, he was drawing along your bottom lip, just to get permission to go further, letting your wet muscles collide and play. Your mouths swallowing the little moans and grunts slipping out of his throat.

“Don’t you think, we should… find another place, hm?”, you said with little gasps in between once you pulled back. Your husband being not amused at all by the gesture as he tried to pull you back in.

“No one’s gonna… find us in this section of the… building. Don’t worry!”, was the only thing Bakugou could say before his lips met your neck to nibble softly on the sensitive skin – earning your sigh and groan. It was really hard to push him away.

“Still…”

But you were soon defeated by Katsuki really rubbing himself against you, his muscular, hot body being hugged by the suit was seriously such a turn on in itself. How could you resist? However…

When both of you heard some women laughing, you both instantly jumped back from one another.

“Fuck!”, he growled.

Your “Told you so.” look in your eyes only made him roll his own, before he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. As you reached the corner, he went past the ladies hastily, not wanting them to really recognize who he was, since he was supposed to be awarded today and he didn’t have time for that right now.

As you almost reached the end of the long hallway, long past the women, he faintly heard, “Wait, wasn’t that… Ground Zero and [Your.Hero.Name]?” and “OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT! Are they still there?!”

“Oh-oh.”

“Fuck! Come.”, Katsuki swiftly turned the next corner and before he realized what he was doing, he pulled you with him into the men’s bathroom.

And there you two were, hiding in a cramped bathroom stall.

“Soooo…”, you clicked your tongue, “This is how it ends, hm?”

“Oh shut up! You were as into it as me, [Your.name].”, Katsuki’s fingers were playing with your tie, “Stupid bitches… We could have sneaked in a quickie there if it weren’t for them…”

“I thought that section of the building was unused, hm?”, you teased him, a little chuckle escaping your lips while your hands caressed his sides.

“Ungh.”, Bakugou simply groaned back and playfully punched your chest.

“Well, we should get going.”, he looked at his watch, then sighed, “Only 30 minutes.”

It wasn’t like he didn’t like being awarded, but those ceremonies were always very tiring, especially since he had zero social skills, they were even more exhausting. Since he had to fake smiles and try not to be rude to anyone.

“30 minutes… That’s plenty.”, you grinned, his little “Huh?” being swallowed by your lips as you had kissed him passionately, your husband melting in your arms almost instantly.

Bakugou groaned against your mouth, whilst his hands had already started working on your belt, unbuckling it and pulling down the zipper of your pants. Your own were doing the same, revealing mere lacy panties underneath those dress pants. Though, that wasn’t the only thing, because, as your hand was sneaking into his flimsy underwear, your fingertips bumped against something very interesting that made you purr immediately.

“Oh… What a nice surprise.”, pulling back from his lips with a grin, Katsuki’s lips also formed into a smirk.

“Just for you, Baby. So you better use it properly.”, Bakugou groaned. A moan followed almost instantly when you hooked the ending of the buttplug between your index and middle finger, just to pull on it a bit, making it move inside his little ass.

However, as you both didn’t have much time, you turned him around and pushed him over the toilet seat, Katsuki willingly presenting his ass immediately as his hands pressed into the walls. With that, you pulled on the buttplug while Bakugou had to bite into the back of his hand to not make any loud sounds.

“Hmmm, already so nice and stretched for me, KitKat, hm?”, you chuckled, before freeing your own cock.

Spitting into your hand, it was the only lubrication you had as you stroked your dick a few times, before adjusting your position. Pushing your cockhead against his twitching hole, Katsuki had to suck in the air between his teeth as you spread him open, ruby eyes rolling back a bit before closing them in bliss.

Bakugou’s ass was already so wet and warm due to him preparing himself with the plug, hence your own suppressed moans slipped from your lips as you pushed into him until you had buried your cock balls-deep into his ass. You then started thrusting, while your other hand reached in front, finally also pulling down the last bit of lace, freeing his dick and immediately wrapping your hand around it – earning his delightful moan.

“Ahh fuck- [Your.name]... Hngh!”, Katsuki tried his best to bite his lip to not let any sounds escape, but alas… it was so difficult to hold himself back. The way you quickly rammed into him, your balls slapping against his ass with every vigorous thrust and your cock penetrating his prostate, plus knowing you were in a public space, it was all such a turn on.

“You know…”, you then leaned in, softly nipping on his earlobe to make him hiss in bliss, “You are so… fucking sexy in a suit, Baby. So ravishing.”

“[Your.name]-“, stuttering and choking on your name alone, Katsuki tried clawing at the slick walls in front of him.

“Ahn! AH!”, his cheeks were flaming red when he couldn’t hold back his loud cry as you drilled your cock into him and against his sweet spot.

“Shhh, KitKat, we don’t want… anyone to hear, huh?”, you laughed and groaned at the same time, your own composure almost gone.

“We…. ahnh! We- We need…. go…”, he hiccupped, trying to tell you there wasn’t much time left to get back into the main hall if you wouldn’t hurry a bit.

“I know, Katsuki. Just… a little…”

Grinding against his ass for a moment, you pushed back almost immediately, just to ram your dick back inside, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your shaking body. Though Bakugou wasn’t any different, his smaller frame shivering in your arms as he almost bit his lip so hard he was bleeding in order not to cry once again.

“[Your.name]...”, barely whispering your name, his quaking hand suddenly grabbed your own around his cock, just to push it away, almost feeling your grin on his skin.

“Hmmm you’re so dirty… Want to cum with just… your ass, huh… Baby?”

“Hnhhh!”, Bakugou only whimpered and nodded a bit while his hand held on to yours now.

“Then cum for me Baby…”, burying yourself all the way into him once more, you grinded your big dick into his sloppy ass, “Don’t hold back… Show me how much… this turns you on… Being fucked in a bathroom stall… on your own… award ceremony…”

Hiccupping your name when you began to thrust again, your words were almost too much as he felt the familiar burning in his abdomen, his cock bouncing from you fucking him so rapidly. Ah, he was so dirty. Enjoying himself so much being fucked literally while hovering above a toilet.

“God- when you’re on stage, everyone will look at you… I wonder if they would be able to tell you just got fucked so good just mere hallways away from the main hall. So many heroes will be there… to stare at you…”

And that was all it took for Bakugou to clench his teeth in a desperate attempt to suppress any obnoxious, loud moans as he released handsfree all over the toilet seat. His small, muscular body shaking in front of you, while you had to stifle your own groans due to his ass tightening so much, thus being pulled over the edge with him.

Your head fell onto his shoulder, you both gasping for air as you pumped your seed into him and Katsuki was just completely in bliss as his ruby eyes slowly fluttered open. His heart was hammering in his chest and one glance onto his watch told him you only had like 12 minutes left. And there he was yearning for another round – fuck.

“Babe, we… need to go…”, he choked out underneath gasping, trying to compose himself, your approved grunt all he got from you.

Then, you slowly pulled back, your dick slipping out and before any of your cum could leak out, you had already pushed the plug back into his gaping hole, earning Bakugou’s surprised moaning gasp. You were both still shivering a bit as you silently wiped and got dressed again, your husband also sporadically wiping his seed from the toilet seat.

Thankfully, when you came out of the stall, there wasn’t anyone in the bathroom, hence you and Katsuki could hastily wash your hands. Though, as you looked to your husband, his cheeks were still so red, thus you reached out your hands with cold water still on it to place them onto his face, making him flinch a bit.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just still really red… Or do you want to go out like this, hm?”, you grinned a bit, teasing him, though it only caused his cheeks to become an even deeper shade of red.

“S-Shut up! Whose fault do you think is it?”, Katsuki growled, trying to intimidate you, however you just laughed and pulled back from him to dry your hands.

“Okay. 8 minutes left. Come.”, and so, he just mumbled something incoherently as he dried his hands, before he grabbed your own to entwine your fingers and walk back through all the hallways and into the main hall like nothing happened.

And that should have been enough thrill for the evening, however, with Katsuki by your side, it really was inevitable that you landed in one of the broom closets during the afterparty. Though that was a story for another time.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

⇻ salem.talks: sorry for being MIA for like all of May even tho I had planned so much, but it was a pretty rough month. Now with uni exams also being very close I just didn’t have the willpower or been in the right mental state to write something. hope this was an okay story to come back with :)

#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou x you #smut #request

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sergeantsporks · 3 years

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Another Shot at Life

Rating: General Audiences, Gen

TW: Child abuse, emotional manipulation

Ao3

Hunter accidentally makes his way into the human realm and can't get back home. But he's discovering that might not be such a bad thing.

Ch 6/7: Fall into Your Nightmare

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5

Hunter watched the portal close, tears rolling down his face. Belos pulled him away.

“Hunter, I thought you were better than that. Really, your lack of loyalty is painful.” He coughed. “Agh—”

Hunter bit back a whine of pain as Belos’ grip tightened even further, and his arm started to go numb and tingly.

Belos steered him back through the hallways to his room. “You are going to stay in there. I will have meals brought up. Do not leave this room.” Belos tugged Hunter’s gloves away. “Oh, and I’ll be taking these, in case you had any ideas about trying to get back to the human realm.

He slammed the door shut and locked it. Hunter’s legs wobbled, and he staggered to his bed, sitting down.

She would have fought for me.

But this had been the right choice, right? Even if Camila and Vee would have fought for him, they wouldn’t have won. How could they?

Red fluttered out of his pocket, chirping sadly. Hunter cupped the palisman in his hands. “We’ll be fine. I still have you, and—this isn’t so bad. If he won’t let me out of my room, then there’s no chance that he’ll send me after Luz, right? Right. Really, this is probably the best outcome I could have hoped for when I ran away. A couple of bruises and not-so-solitary confinement? I’m getting off easy.” He swiped tears out of his eyes. “Yeah. This is—it’s fine. We’ll be okay. And Camila and Vee are safe, and that’s what really matters.”

The door creaked open, and multi-colored eyes glared hatefully at him. Hunter jumped up. “What do you want?”

Kikimora pushed the door shut behind her. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and the coven patch on Hunter’s arm started to burn, glowing red and black. A wave of pain hammered up his nerves, and his vision went blurry.

“Belos might have forgiven your attack on me,” Kikimora hissed, taking a step closer, “but I have not.”

The patch throbbed, and Hunter clutched his arm to his chest, looking around wildly for his staff—but of course, Belos had taken his coven staff away. Red fluttered to him, shifting into a staff, and he swung it towards Kikimora.

She lazily drew a circle in the air, and his staff flew from his hand. Another wave of pain swept up from his arm, and his legs gave out, tears pricking at his eyes.

“Hngh—Kiki—”

“What are you going to do?” she taunted, looming over him. “Fight back? I doubt Emperor Belos will let you get away with it twice. Tell on me? I’ll claim I caught you attempting an escape. Naturally, I had to stop you. Guess who he’ll believe? I’m in the emperor’s good graces. Not you.”

His coven patch faded to its usual color, and Kikimora turned her back on him, striding back to the door. “Just remember your place, Golden Guard.”

The door clicked shut behind her, and Hunter curled into a ball, waiting for the pain in his arm to subside. Red fluttered down next to him, chirping anxiously.

He managed a smile. “I’m okay—that doesn’t hurt nearly as much as she thinks it does.” Hunter sat up, rubbing the patch. “I promise you, we’re going to be okay.”

Xxx

Hunter jumped to his feet as he heard a familiar cough echoing down the hallway. He grabbed Red as Belos burst in. His uncle’s chest was heaving frantically, and cursed goop dripped from his face.

“Give me—the palisman,” he rasped.

Hunter’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he clutched Red close to his chest, backing away. “You said I could keep it if I came back,” he accused.

“That was before your disobedience caused me another attack,” Belos snarled, holding a hand out, “Give it to me!”

Hunter shook his head. “N-no.”

Belos lunged towards him with a growl, making a grab for Red with a hand that was half liquid. Hunter turned his back to his uncle, shielding the bird. Belos’ grasping hand slammed into his back, and all of the air rushed out of Hunter’s lungs with a whoosh. He staggered forward to the window, launching his palisman out. “Get—out of—here—” he wheezed.

Belos ripped him back from the window with a roar, reaching out the window for Red, but the palisman fluttered out of reach, diving down away from the window.

Belos gasped as more and more of his body shifted into a goopy mess. Hunter scooted backwards, but the room wasn’t big enough, and Belos’ curse lashed out. Hunter rolled to the side to avoid one flailing tendril, but another one caught him, throwing him back into the bed. His head hit the frame with a crack, and everything went a little fuzzy. He didn’t know how long he was lying there, but when he came to, Belos was back to normal, breathing heavily.

Hunter pulled himself into a sitting position, his head spinning. He tucked his head between his knees, willing the sharp pain to go away.

“You should have… given me… the palisman…” Belos gasped, “Hunter… you know… better… than to set off… the curse…”

Hunter closed his eyes, sick to his stomach. “Camila s-said… you shouldn’t blame me…” he whimpered, rubbing the back of his head.

“What was that?”

Hunter hugged himself, his shoulders shaking. “N-nothing.”

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to be the bad guy. I hate to be the villain. And if you’d just listen the first time, things like this wouldn’t happen.

Belos put a hand on his head. Hunter was sure it was supposed to be comforting, but the touch sent another spike of pain hammering through his skull. He whimpered, and Belos shook his head, walking out.

“I do wish you wouldn’t make me be the bad guy, Hunter.”

Red fluttered through the window when Belos was gone, tweeting in concern and landing on Hunter’s hand. Hunter retched as his head swam, tears running down his face.

“I—I want to go b-back,” he sniffed, scrubbing at his eyes, “I want—I want—”

Red gently pecked his hand, and flew to the window, chirping.

Hunter looked up. “R-run away again? B-belos would just find me.”

Red tweeted that Belos couldn’t possibly search the whole isles, and there were plenty of places to hide. And people who would help him.

Hunter staggered to his feet, stumbling to the window. “How?” he croaked.

Red shifted into its staff form, flapping its wings. The staff floated, and Hunter hesitantly climbed on, clutching onto the staff for dear life as his palisman took off, shooting out the window.

To their credit, they made it all the way to the wall before Kikimora swooped next to them on a massive hand demon.

“Return to your room, or I will be forced to take action against you, Golden Guard.”

“Where does she keep getting those?” Hunter muttered. He nudged them down into a dive, aiming for an arch that was just a little bit blurry—how hard had he hit his head?

Almost immediately, the patch on his arm burned, sending a shockwave of pain up his arm. Hunter fell off of the staff, tumbling to the ground. Red stopped, fluttering back to him as Kikimora strode across the ground towards him. With a wave of her hand, ropes appeared, snaking around Hunter’s arms and dragging him back towards the keep.

Kikimora ‘tsked.’ “The emperor will have to hear of this. A good thing I was here to stop you—if you’d gotten out of my range of sight, I wouldn’t be able to activate your patch.”

“What—a shame.”

Red dove down and pecked at Kikimora’s head, shrieking and undoing her hair tie so that her hair fell into her eyes. Hunter bolted as his coven patch returned to normal, his palisman fluttering after him.

HUNTER!

Hunter froze as Belos’ voice echoed around him. Red chirped for him to come on, hurry, but Hunter couldn’t move.

Belos was angry.

Really angry.

Hunter hadn’t known the difference until now. Before, it had always been a cold, calculating anger. He could pin it now more as… Displeasure, maybe?

But this was angry.

At him.

Before it had just been disappointment. Now? Now he was driving Belos up the wall. Belos was actually going to lose it at him.

His mind screamed at him to run, go, go, go, but his legs wouldn’t move as Belos strode towards him, huge and rageful. One hand reached out and snatched Red out of the air, and finally, Hunter could move, fueled by blind panic.

“G-give it back!”

“No. You can’t be trusted with it. Running away, Hunter? After I gave you another chance? This creature of wild magic is a bad influence on you. I will be taking your pet away until you prove you can be responsible.”

Hunter grabbed for Red as the little bird struggled against Belos’ grip. “No!”

Belos grabbed his shoulder to stop him, adding a new layer of bruises. “Stop this at once,” he hissed, “You are behaving like a child. I raised you better than this!”

He squeezed Red tight, and at the cardinal’s chirp of pain, Hunter stopped struggling.

“You will return to your room,” Belos hissed, “You will stay there. If I catch you trying to run away again…” he squeezed Red just a little harder. “…just don’t run away, Hunter.”

Hunter nodded. “Yes, sir,” he murmured in a hoarse whisper, trudging back through the palace while the coven scouts and guards whispered. He struggled to latch the door, his head spinning, and after the third miss, he gave up, kicking the door, then hopping up and down on one foot in pain with a yell.

Hunter flopped back on his bed, tears pricking at his eyes.

“I want to go home.” The whisper escaped his lips, and panic built up in his chest. He wasn’t ever going to get out of here. Belos would keep him locked up forever, and he would never see Vee or Camila again, and he was trapped, and he couldn’t get out, and no one here cared about him, and he would die here, alone, and no one cared, and he was trapped.

Hunter unbuckled his chest plate, throwing it across the room with a certain kind of savage pleasure as it clanged against the floor. It had used to feel protective, like a shell shielding him from the world. Now it just felt restrictive, like a cage. The cloak followed, the coven symbol on the pin gleaming mockingly at him.

Hunter scrambled down halfway under his bed, pulling out the clothes Camila had given him, and he changed into them, pulling the over-sized hoodie over his head with a sigh of relief. He pulled the hood up and retracted his arms into the sleeves, curling his knees to his chest and chewing on the ends of the hoodie strings.

The fabric smelled like the Noceda house.

Hunter buried his face in his arms, his stomach nauseous.

I want to go home.

Hunter drifted off into a half-dazed dream, voices from coven guards floating in and out.

The Golden Guard is just a kid.

Whoof. He doesn’t look too good.

You think he’s sick?

What is he wearing?

Hunter blearily opened his eyes. Ugh—his head was still throbbing, little pulses of pain emanating from the back of his head where he’d hit the bedframe. Hunter shuffled to his first aid kit, pulling out a pain patch and slapping it on the back of his neck. The pain in his head subsided, but the disoriented, displaced feeling stayed.

“Golden Guard.”

Hunter flinched at Belos’ voice, turning around to see his uncle looking down at him, and casting an irritated glance at the messy heap that was his uniform. Hunter drooped. “Sir…”

“What. Are you wearing.”

Hunter tugged at the ends of his hoodie sleeves. “I just thought—that if I was staying up here anyway,” he said in a small voice, “and if I wasn’t going to leave, that it didn’t really… matter what I wore?”

Belos’ lip curled. “Put your uniform back on. Then you will join me. There is something I want you to see.”

Belos swept out, and Hunter sat down on his bed with a whump, still dazed and groggy. He stared bleakly at his uniform, then started to change with a sigh. Was there any point in resisting? He couldn’t run away, he couldn’t get back to the human realm. Maybe… maybe if he just stopped acting up, things could go back to the way they’d been. Belos would stop being angry for running away eventually, if he just behaved himself. If he proved that he could still be loyal, if he could prove that he was still useful… maybe he would be able to leave the keep again. He could work on getting his palisman back. He just had to get back into Belos’ good graces.

Hunter folded the human clothes up neatly, burying his face in the hoodie for a minute, then pushing the pile back under the bed. He poked his head out into the hallway, where Belos was waiting.

“Come along, Hunter.”

Hunter trudged next to his uncle, zoning out as they passed through hallways until they came to the dungeon. Hunter blinked, swallowing hard. Well, he hadn’t thought life could get much worse, but apparently, Belos didn’t care about appearances anymore.

But Belos led him to the very back, to a solitary cell.

“I thought you’d like a reminder of your time in the human realm,” Belos purred.

Hunter peered in the cell, and his heart stopped in his chest.

Vee.

Chained to the wall, bruises showing on her face.

He shook himself, forcing himself to think through it. No, that was Luz, not Vee. Which wasn’t ideal either, but he knew Luz could handle herself. “What—what is she doing here?”

“She’s attempting to build a portal. I want to know how close she is.” Belos put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him towards the cell. “And you are going to find out for me. After all, you’re some sort of human expert now, hm? You spent time inside of her home, you know her family.” Belos held out his coven staff. “Prove to me that you are still loyal. Prove that you can leave the people in the human realm behind. Find out about her portal by any means possible. Perhaps if I see you can be trusted, I’ll even return your palisman to you.”

That clicked in Hunter’s numb mind. Prove his loyalty—even if he wasn’t sure about it himself, doing this could get that loyalty back, right? Prove he was useful, prove that Belos could still use him, and then he could get back to some semblance of normal. He couldn’t get back to the human realm—he might as well stop moping about it and make the best of his situation.

But that was Camila’s daughter!

That was Luz, the first person to be nice to him!

It didn’t help that she and Vee were identical.

Prove that you can be trusted.

Xxx

Luz lifted her head as the cell door creaked open. “Back for more?” she quipped shakily.

Hunter shuffled in, closing the door behind him. “Uh. Hey.”

“Oh, are we playing good cop, bad cop? Warden Wrath was the bad cop, now you’re the good cop? Fun.”

Hunter looked down at the ground, his knuckles white on his coven staff. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, “Please just tell me about your portal.”

“Ehehehe, no.” Luz twirled a finger in the air. “Props to you for asking nicely, though, that is a nice change.” She glanced at Hunter. “Hey—you okay?” his face was pale, way too pale, and his eyes didn’t seem… quite focused. Then she spotted the healing patch on his neck. “Whoa, what happened to you?”

“I’m supposed to be asking the questions.”

“What, I can’t express concern for my jailer?”

His hands shook. “You’re in a much worse position, here. You’re not looking great, either.”

“Well, yeah. I’m the prisoner. Hunter. Seriously. Are you okay?”

Hunter glanced at the door. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

Right, that was a big fat lie.

“I—I met your mother.”

Luz felt a steely cold settle over her soul. “If you’ve hurt her I will—”

“No! I…” Hunter ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this. Luz. Please. It is really, really, really important to me that you tell me about your portal.”

There was a certain kind of desperation in his voice that made Luz pause. “…Hunter?” she asked quietly, “What happened?”

He glanced back at the door again. “I—I went to the human realm,” he said in a low voice, “I met Camila and Vee.”

Luz’s eyes widened. “And? Are they okay?”

“They’re fine.” He hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I stayed with them for a while, but Belos came to take me back, and everything since then has just been… he has my palisman, Luz.” Hunter’s chest heaved frantically, and he ran a hand through his hair. “He has my palisman, and I keep making him really mad, and Kikimora-!”

“Hey—Hunter—whoa—deep breaths.”

He looked like he might just be sick on the floor of her cell, but he inhaled deeply.

Man. She couldn’t just leave him like that—and she definitely didn’t want Lil Rascal to get hurt. “Okay. Look. Hunter. You can tell Belos that I’m nowhere close to finishing that portal, and I’m nearly out of titan’s blood, anyway.”

He squinted at her. “Is that the truth?”

Actually, she still had a good amount of titan’s blood left, but Belos didn’t need to know that. “Unfortunately, yes. Hunter, look—I hope you get your palisman back. I really do. But also… I’ve broken out of here before. I’ll do it again. Just… don’t try to stop me when I do, okay? I don’t want to hurt you, I think you’re dealing with enough right now. But I will fight to escape. I can promise you that.”

He rubbed his arms. “I tried to run away,” he admitted in a whisper, “It… didn’t go well. Best of luck, but… don’t get your hopes up. If Belos wants you to stay here, you won’t be going anywhere.”

Xxx

Hunter blankly watched Red hop around his room. He should have felt happy he’d gotten his palisman back. Or at the very least, he should have felt relieved.

But he just felt tired. He’d won this time. He’d gotten Red back safe and sound, he hadn’t even had to hurt Luz to get the little bird.

But it wasn’t over, he knew that. This was just a respite until Belos confiscated his palisman again, or Kikimora decided she wanted to hurt him again, or Belos decided he wanted something else.

And it was just going to keep on going.

Best behavior. Prove he was trustworthy, banish the lingering feelings from his time in the human realm. He could do this—he’d always had to claw his way to the top, he could do it again.

He heard yelling and explosions outside, and he went to the window. A small figure in a blue cape was running for the walls, knocking out coven guards right and left. Luz.

Hunter leaned on the windowsill with a small smile, watching her progress. She made it all the way to the walls, and slapped down a glyph, a pillar of ice rocketing her towards the top.

Only for an attack from Kikimora to knock her off. He winced as she hit the ground, and coven guards grabbed her arms, dragging her back inside. The smile faded from his face, and he closed the window.

Red warbled sadly, and Hunter sighed.

“Yeah. I hoped she’d make it, too.”

He waited about an hour, then rifled through his first aid kit, pulling out a few pain patches. He slowly pushed the door open, checking both ways for anyone coming down the hallway, then crept out, palisman on his shoulder. He snuck through the hallways and down to the dungeon, unlocking Luz’s cell door with a creak, and slipping inside, checking one more time for guards.

She lifted her head when he came in, wincing. “Oh. Heyyyyyy. Are we… doing another interrogation?”

“Shh.” Hunter pulled up her sleeve, putting a few pain patches on her arm, then rolling the sleeve back down. “Those should make it hurt less,” he whispered, “They’re more effective if you put ‘em on the back of your neck, but Belos or one of the guards would see it there.” He shuffled back, rubbing his arm. “Sorry I can’t do more, but I… I’d get in really big trouble.”

She managed a faint grin. “Awwwww thankssss, Hunter. You’re not… such a bad guy.”

Hunter glanced out the little window in the cell door. Still no one out there. Of course, Belos could be watching at any moment, but he was pretty certain that he would have heard an angry voice telling him to get out if he was. “Do you think… isn’t Amity Blight going to come for you?”

Luz shook her head. “I… was on a solitary training retreat… to the Knee… my friends won’t expect me back for a while.” She blinked at him. “Thanks for… for helping me.”

“’s not a lot.” Hunter turned to go. “I’ll leave you alone, now. In case you want to try escaping again.”

“No, wait!”

He paused at the door, looking back at her.

“Stay and talk to me? How’s my mom?”

Hunter sat down on the floor, crisscross with his hands on his ankles. “She misses you. She wants you to come home. But she and Vee are… they’re happy, I think.”

“Yeah?”

“Your mom, she… she took me in. Even after she found out I was your enemy. She was nice to me. I… I was happy there.”

“Why’d you come back?”

Hunter shook his head. “Didn’t have a choice. Belos came for me, and if I hadn’t come… he just would have hurt your mom and taken me back anyway. He can go to the human realm whenever he wants, he has the door, and he has enough blood in the key to go back as many times as he needs to drag me back.”

Luz was quiet for a moment. “What if… he didn’t have the key?”

“Wh-What?”

“If we got the key away from him—”

Hunter stood up so fast it made his head spin. “I can’t steal the key! Are you insane?!”

“Insanely clever! Ah, come on, I’ve tricked him before.”

Hunter shook his head. “I want to escape. Not get myself killed. Or worse.” He went to the door. “The sooner you come to terms with the truth, be better off you’ll be. We’re both stuck here—or at least, you are until your friends realize you’re missing. If you keep trying to escape, you’ll just keep getting hurt. Belos doesn’t let prisoners go.”

Hunter left the cell, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned around, and yelped. “E-emperor Belos!”

His uncle shook his head. “Hunter, what are you doing down here?”

“Getting… the human… to trust me?” he tried.

Belos held a hand out. “Palisman.”

Hunter grabbed Red, holding him close. “I swear I wasn’t going to help her escape, I promise!”

“Palisman, Hunter. I don’t want to keep taking your pet, but if you keep proving you can’t be trusted, then I have no choice.”

Hunter backed up, pressing his back to the cell door and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hey, goop man!” Luz called from inside of the cell, “Leave him alone! I’m the problem!”

Belos glanced in the cell. “Quiet.”

“No! You leave Hunter alone, he didn’t do anything!”

Xxx

Luz waited, holding her breath. She was not going to be the reason Hunter or his palisman got hurt—he’d just been trying to help her.

Belos’ eye stared into her cell. “Are you really so eager to rush your own petrification, human?”

“Oh, please, is that supposed to be scary? You’ve already failed to kill me several times.”

Belos straightened. “If you two enjoy each other’s company so much, why don’t you have a little sleepover together?” he said in a voice steely with rage. Luz heard a yelp from Hunter, and then the sound of a door locking. “No—wait—Uncle, I promise I won’t come down again, don’t—”

“Goodnight, Hunter.”

The dungeon door closed behind Belos, plunging them into darkness.

Luz could hear ragged breathing from the cell next to hers. Oh, boy. Not again. “Hey—Hunter, buddy. Deep breath. Deep breath, buddy. You’re okay. I’m right over here. It’s just a dark cell, it’ll be okay. Deep breath.” She heard Lil Rascal’s chirp. “Hey, wait, you still have your palisman? Just break out!”

“Why, so Belos can catch me and lock me up somewhere else?” Hunter snarled miserably.

“Oh. Yeah. At least here you’ve got company, eh?”

She heard a deep sigh.

Xxx

“Hey. I’m sorry I got you in trouble.”

Hunter leaned against the wall. “I haven’t been out of trouble since I got back here.”

Luz chuckled. “That doesn’t sound like you, golden boy.”

“Thanks for… for standing up for me. If he’d taken Red away again I—” Red snuggled against him, and Hunter scratched the palisman’s head. “Luz? Why did you—why did you run away from home?”

Luz was quiet for a moment. “I… I wasn’t trying to run away. Not really. I always planned on going back, I just… everything happened so FAST, and then I’d destroyed the portal—or I thought I did, anyway. I just… I never fit in. Guess it sounds like a pretty silly reason to run away to you, huh?

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just—I mean—I love my mom a lot. And I know she tries her hardest. And I did feel bad about leaving her behind—it was just that the rest of my world… I didn’t fit in, and I wanted something more. But Belos is horrible to you. I’d understand if you wanted to run away.”

Hunter curled his knees up to his chest. “It wasn’t always like this. It used to be—well, better. He wasn’t ever as caring or kind as Camila, but he… he wasn’t this bad. But then I ran away to the human realm, and I just… He’s really upset, you know? Like I’m sure your mom is, too. It’ll settle down eventually, I guess, he can’t be mad forever. It would probably help if I stopped getting into trouble.”

Luz was quiet for a moment. “But what if it shouldn’t settle down?”

“What?”

“Hunter, you don’t have to take this! Fight back!”

Hunter shook his head, nauseous at the thought. “It’s not… You can do that, Luz, you live in a world where a—a plucky attitude can get you out of a bad situation, and good wins, and the power of friendship or whatever can do anything. That’s not how it is for me, Luz. If I keep standing up, I’m just going to keep getting knocked down. It doesn’t matter what the issue is, the fight doesn’t end until I’ve lost. I can’t win, Luz.”

“So you’re just going to give up?”

“Yeah, okay? I’m giving up. It’s not just about me anymore—I have to watch out for Red, too. If I keep fighting back, Belos will hurt me, he’ll hurt Red—it’s just not worth it.”

“But—”

“I’m done talking about it, Luz.”

“Fine.”

There was a small explosion from the cell next to him, and Luz burst out into the open with a small grin. “What if you didn’t have to be here?”

Hunter’s heart started to thud in his chest. “Wh-what?”

Luz drew a glyph on the floor, and vines erupted from the ground, ripping his cell door off of its hinges. “I’m breaking you out, Mr. Tragic, let’s go!”

“I—I can’t, he’ll catch us!”

Luz shrugged. “Oh, well.” She drew another glyph, and a block of ice rose up, encasing him.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Kidnapping you!” Luz slapped a fire glyph on the back of the ice block, and Hunter shot forward towards the door, Luz clinging to the back.

“Stop it! You’re going to get us both in trouble!”

“Belos’ fault, really, for leaving you down there with me.”

They shot up the stairs, and Red fluttered after them, turning into its staff form. Luz grinned. “Good idea!”

She used a plant glyph to tie Hunter’s ice block to the staff and sat on it. “Let’s go!”

“Traitor,” Hunter grumbled to his palisman, but hope fought his panic. Luz had nearly made it last time—and with his palisman, she had a way to get over the wall.

They zoomed through the hallways, Luz immobilizing coven guards along the way. Hunter’s heart pounded, leaping up to his mouth. They were going to make it—this time, they were really going to—

A blast of magical energy barely missed Luz, and she dove to the side, glaring down at Kikimora, who was standing next to Belos, her finger smoking. “Hey!” Luz yelled angrily, “I’ve got Hunter—you really going to risk me dropping him?”

For a moment, just a moment, Hunter thought he saw Belos hesitate. But then he nodded to Kikimora, and another energy blast slammed into Luz, knocking her out of the sky and severing the vines securing Hunter to the staff.

Wind whipped past his face as he fell, but he barely even noticed, his mind numb.

Belos would let him die rather than escape.

Red dove down with a shriek, slamming into the ice block so hard it broke. Hunter grabbed the staff, hanging on for dear life as he scrambled to get into a sitting position. Then he angled the staff down. “GO!”

They dove down towards Luz as she fell, wind whistling in his ears. They shot past her, and Hunter pulled up. Luz slammed into him, and they plummeted again, Red straining to hold them both up. They skidded into the courtyard, tumbling to a stop, and Hunter flopped on the ground with a groan, Luz unconscious on the ground.

Belos glided over, peering down at him as coven guards hauled Luz away again. “Excellent work, Hunter.”

“I almost died!” The words burst out of his mouth before he could stop them. “You were going to let me die!”

“I knew you could handle it,” Belos said dismissively. His eyes glinted. “Besides, I won’t negotiate with rebels, and she should learn that.” He started to walk back towards the keep. “Clean yourself up, you look a mess.”

Red tweeted anxiously, hopping up to him.

Hunter hauled himself into a sitting position with a wince, picking up the bird. “’m okay.”

Red chirped again, glancing in the direction the guards had taken Luz.

“I know—I want her to get out, too, but I just… I don’t think she can make it out of these walls, the perimeter is just too secure.”

Hunter watched after Belos, the gears in his mind quietly clicking.

But what if there were a way for her to escape without ever leaving the walls?

Xxx

Luz was half asleep when she heard it. A thump and a yelp from the guard that Belos had permanently posted, then the click of a key in a lock. She somehow just knew from the sound that it was Hunter, even before he poked his head in.

“Okay, we’re getting out of here.” He unlocked her from the wall, and she fell, her legs wobbly. “Whoa!” He caught her, lowering her gently to the floor and pulling out a couple of the pain patches he’d used before, pasting them to the back of her neck. “I’m going to get you home.”

“Home?”

Hunter held an arm out, and his palisman fluttered through the door and landed on his arm, the portal key in its mouth. He took the key. “You’re taking the portal out of here, back to Camila. Oh—and I’m coming with you.”

Luz blinked as the aching in her muscles and the throbbing in her head subsided. “How’d you get that? And what about Belos, aren’t you worried he’ll see us?”

“Well, to answer both of your questions…” Hunter winced. “Let’s just say that I set up some traps specifically designed to set off his curse, and Red lured him in.” His face paled, like what he’d done had just now caught up to him. “Ohhhhhhhhhh, he’s going to be so mad.”

“Well, we’ll just have get out of here before his curse recedes,” Luz said confidently. She hauled herself up. “Lead the way!”

They crept through the hallways, Hunter jumping at every sound.

And then Luz heard it.

A drip, drip, drip, and ragged breathing.

Hunter went white as a sheet, and he turned to face the noise, jabbing one finger behind him. “Down the hallway, giant doors, can’t miss it. I’ll misdirect him and meet you there.”

“Hunter are you—”

“Go!”

Xxx

Hunter took a deep breath and tucked Red and the key into his pocket as Belos shambled towards him, the ooze of the curse dripping on the floor.

“U-uncle Belos, you shouldn’t be out like this, let me help you get somewhere—”

“The human,” Belos rasped, “She’s escaped. I can feel it. And your palisman is helping her.”

“Then she’s—she’s probably outside, again, making another go at the walls, we should—”

“No. She’s… trying to return home. She has the key.”

Hunter ran around the emperor, standing in front of him. “But she doesn’t want to go home! She likes it here, besides, why would she be so stupid as to head deeper into the keep, that doesn’t make any sense, it makes way more sense for her to have stolen the key for the blood in it and she’s probably going to keep trying to make her portal, I mean—”

“Step aside, Hunter.”

Hunter backpedaled, keeping himself between Belos and the throne room door. “Really, we should go to the walls and look for her, she tends to make a mess of the guards, and—”

Belos’ curse lashed out, throwing him against the wall. Hunter collapsed in a dazed heap, blinking stars out of his eyes. “I said to step aside,” Belos growled. He put one hand on Hunter’s head. “Just stay down, Hunter. I can still pretend you had nothing to do with this. You don’t have to implicate yourself with her.”

He strode towards the door, leaving Hunter crumpled on the ground. He slowly pulled out the key, clutching it tightly.

She’s… trapped.

Xxx

Luz hopped from one foot to another. “C’mon, Hunter, where are you?”

The door creaked open, and she brightened. “Hunter?”

“I’m afraid Hunter will not be joining us,” Belos’ voice oozed.

A chill ran down Luz’s spine. “What did you do to him?” she demanded.

“You and your family turned him against me,” Belos hissed, “I’m sure it will distress him, but you must be eliminated.”

Luz backed up, reaching for her glyphs. “I’m not so easy to take down!”

Belos tilted his head. “Maybe not. But there’s someone else who posed an even greater influence on him—perhaps you will escape.” The emperor leaned in. “But I know exactly where to find your mother and the basilisk.”

There was a thump, and a singular boot thudded to the ground, bouncing off of the back of Belos’ head. He turned around. “What—”

In a flash of gold, Hunter appeared just above Belos, his palisman in its staff form and cackling with red electricity. Hunter swung the staff, catching Belos right in the mask. Belos fell, and Hunter landed, breathing heavily. “Don’t—you—touch—them—” he snarled.

Luz crowed, half-tackling him in a hug. “You did it!”

“Huh?”

“You stood up to him, Hunter, you fought back!”

He glanced down at Belos, face pale. “… I did. Oh, titan. I am so dead.”

“Then let’s get out of here!”

Hunter clicked the key, and the portal hummed, opening up. Luz raced back into the human realm, turning back. “Come on!”

Hunter was busy tugging on his shoe, hopping on one foot. “Hang on—”

He took a step forward, then stopped, his eyes widening and darting down.

Luz glanced at his feet.

They were covered in Belos’ cursed mud, holding him in place. The emperor groaned

Luz started forward. “Hang on, I’m coming, Hunter!”

He held his hand out. “No! If you set foot back here, he’ll get you, too!”

“I’m not just going to leave you!”

Hunter held up his staff. “Take care of Red.”

Luz felt tears press at the corners of her eyes. “Hunter—”

Hunter tossed the staff through the air, and Luz caught it, catching the palisman as it transformed. “Are you sure?”

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, turning his face away. “Belos will kill it if it stays. And I… I don’t want it to see this.”

Red shrieked shrilly, snapping and clawing at Luz’s hands, struggling to get back to its witch.

“Hunter, just hang on,” Luz begged, “I can help you get out—we’re escaping together!”

Hunter shook his head. “Belos can’t have the portal. We can’t risk it.” His voice cracked, and he pulled out the key again. He clicked it, throwing it through the portal as it closed. “Say hi to Vee and Camila for me.”

The key clanked to the ground in front of Luz.

And the portal was gone.

Xxx

Hunter watched once again as the portal closed, trapped on the wrong side.

Emperor Belos rose up behind him with a growl, his face melting and reforming and melting and reforming. The cursed mud on Hunter’s feet crept up further, oozing and cold, but also burning at the same time, like acid wherever it touched him.

“You,” Belos growled, “are a horrible, disobedient child.”

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clenching into fists. “Then get rid of me,” he challenged.

The mud crept all the way up to his neck.

“No, I don’t think so. I have a much better way to keep you in line.”

Cursed mud covered Hunter’s mouth and nose, and his back arched instinctively. He held his breath as long as he could, but his lungs forced him to open his mouth, and the curse crept in, filling his lungs. Hunter choked and screamed, and then he was falling into an inky black sea. He clawed for the surface.

Willful child, a voice whispered, Just submit. Give in. Won’t that be easier than fighting?

No matter how hard he swam, Hunter couldn’t—reach—the top—

You cannot win this fight. Just give in, and it will all be over.

Despair swept over Hunter, and he let himself sink.

Maybe… it is… easier…

He didn’t know long he was there, sinking into the darkness.

Time was irrelevant.

At least nothing hurt him here. It was just… endless nothingness.

At least it was until a shaft of light pierced through the darkness, and a voice called his name.

Ch 7

#this one is so long asdfghjkl #toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #my writing #luz noceda #toh hunter #emperor belos #tw: child abuse #tw: emotional manipulation #the golden guard #kikimora

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R-r-r-rewatch thoughts for The Mandalorian S2 Ep2

(or Chapter 10 as they seem resolved to call it)

- can I just express my joy for a moment that in one episode we get peli, the answer to my pleas for female representation in the ‘sketchy middle aged car mechanic’ niche, and a female alien designed with no consideration towards sexiness. (I mean I’m sure there’s someone. There is always someone somewhere on the Internet, is the bitter truth history has shown to us. but it’s not the intention behind the design haha)

- they do take great pains to deliberately show you boba’s armour several times both in the recap and in the episode itself, so never despair he is very likely still on his way onto our screens once more

- this dude holding the baby hostage wanting specifically the jetpack in exchange is the one (1) break this whole episode gave din lol

also the Patented Mando Finger Curl of Stress while he talked softly and calmly to not promp this asshole to make a sudden move... the most endearing character tic, I love my space cowboy dad so much

- fun continuity detail: din is all out of whistling birds now, and you can see it here!

I wonder if he could still use the same mechanism with different ‘ammo’, it’s just not as effective? from the way the armorer spoke whistling birds seem quite rare and it would be an inefficient use of beskar if that’s the only thing it can be loaded with

- I love how after the last episode, a 50 min epic with a bunch of original trilogy significance and impressive technical achievements and exciting character reveals, I was like ‘yeah okay I suppose that is quite interesting’, and this mess/comedy of inconveniences is the thing that fully makes my brain tip into the obsessive ‘BABY AND DAD SHOW!! BABY AND DAD SHOW!!!!!’ mind state lol

- ah the traditional ‘mando trudging slowly but steadily through the desert’ montage we all love to see (I hope this is going to be a Thing for the second episode of every season from now on)

Also I assume his suit has some sort of temperature regulation built in and that’s how he didn’t, y’know. die under the blazing desert sun

CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT man I love the jawa. also mando doesn’t even glance over at them, really emphasizing how he’s like. done with this entire day (and it’s all barely even getting started din! i’m sorry)

yodito’s look in this scene tho... he’s like ‘we’ve Seen some shit lady’ (actually I think he’s staring at ‘dr mandible’ like O___o. it’s been a long day for a lil boy)

you get to see dr mandible’s cards a few times, so I assume anyone who knows the rules of... sabacc? probably? could figure out beforehand that he was in a bad spot. (the star wars fanbase is one of those where I KNOW the rules exist somewhere, and I know people who know those rules exist too)

- that sound the baby keeps making -- the ‘boo-a’, sometimes with a p-sound at the end -- if that’s the precursor to him saying any variation whatsoever of ‘dad’ or ‘papa’ or ‘baba’ or even ‘buir’ or anything, I will die. I will sink to the ground in a heap and never get up (the way he keeps seeking out gaze contact with the helmet and seems perfectly satisfied with it too... fasdhfaskdjhl my FEELINGS)

- it seems confirmed in this ep that the mandos who died on nevarro did so while holding off the enemy so the rest(probably especially the children) could get away; some of them appear to have escaped. which I guess is a small relief

frog lady stepping out of the shadows and into our hearts

I like that her firm nod after Peli translates ‘her husband has seen them’ lets us know she understands... basic? is that the common tongue thing in star wars there’s just so many to remember across fandoms lol? perfectly well, even if she can’t speak it.

- mando might be running low on ammo for the pulse rifle, if the fact that he hasn’t replaced the missing cartridge on his... bandolier belt thingy is any indication

ETA: actually ignore me this has been a thing since the literal first episode of the show my brain just had a hiccup lol

- so baby seems to use a little bit of the force to pull the eggs towards him -- I wonder how often he ‘taps into it’ or if it’s always ‘on’ in the background for him. if so I guess there’s no wonder he’s so hungry (but also... kid you can’t end this lady’s entire family line like that one cat who singlehandedly made extinct a whole species of bird! D:)

- din so rarely gets openly angry, he just gets passive aggressive and grumpy. and that’s probably not the healthiest way to deal with things but I love him

- frog lady reacts so strongly to when din sends the ping when nothing else woke her up, I wonder if she can hear more frequencies than a human

hello darkness my old frieeennnddd

proof nr 1508 that din does not starve this baby you guys, he even has his own little tray just the right size for him! as it happens the baby simply seems to prefer eating things that are... still alive in some capacity. which, uh. maybe they can invest in some form of non-sentient crickets or something for him to hunt down and.... oh dear

Look how they massacred my boy

By the way I finally managed to put into words why the Razor Crest -- and particularly the way it keeps getting beaten to hell and back and patched up again -- is so symbolically important and meaningful to me in this show in this post over here! it’s always a great relief to me when I can finally understand what the hell I’ve been going on about all this time and this was one of those lol

- honestly if it weren’t for frog lady and (more importantly) the baby I think there’s a slight chance din would’ve gone ‘well I had a good-ish run of it for a while there’ and just let the ice claim him haha

- “Why don’t you come over here and give me a hand. Make yourself useful” This is the one time in the episode I think he crosses the line into just being a dick for a moment (but noticeably the baby isn’t just a little hurt at this reaction, he’s clearly surprised and confused, which means this really does not happen often. after the time mando’s been having recently I guess a moment’s snappishness is understandable haha. he does follow up right after with being much more responsive and attentive when the baby toddles away from him, so it feels like it’s going to be okay)

also the ‘boo-ap’ sound is there again when he’s trying to get din’s attention. just sayin’

when din comes over to see the footprints baby makes a declarative little meep like ‘see??? I did tell you!’ haha

- it is very funny that mando is using all his technology meant to track down dangerous bounties in the grungy depths of the criminal underworld... to find a naked lady just chillin’ in a hot spring

cue the ‘father is evil?’ memes fsadfda. actually the funniest thing about this moment (apart from the fabulous finger acting) is that din actually snatches a few eggs out of the baby’s reach more subtly right before, and that baby only whines for ALL OF ONE SECOND before he goes to sniff around for other food possibilities fkadfhjkds. from my experience with human children he’s a lot less prone to tantrums. yodito doesn’t get mad, he gets even

- baby running towards din through the hatching spiderlings like ‘DAD I FUCKED UUUUUUP’, din’s little strangled ‘ngh’ sound as he picks the baby up and watches all the creepy crawlies come out... *chef kiss* impeccable

(that little ‘ngh’ and the soft shocked ‘ah ah AH!’s from when he goes flying at the beginning of the episode... pedro pascal and his voice work for this character gives me so much life. in some ways din has this sort of dignity and grace and in other ways he uh extremely doesn’t. he gets to be cool but also vulnerable in ways a lot of male main characters don’t and it’s probably why I love him so much)

btw here is that moment when din moves to hold the baby tightly against him with both hands as the big spider appears, because it gets me right in the heart... it such an instinctive thing of holding on to the dearest thing you’ve got before something bad is about to happen

fdsafhsdakjlfhsdkjlhfsdajhf oh my god the baby is clutching din’s finger with his little hand during the chase!!!! 😭😭😭

this FUCKING SHOW has just WEAPONIZED putting in small details everywhere to convey the love and tenderness and attachment felt by a little muppet doll even where only weirdos like me will frame by frame their way through the video to see it I am so MAD

- frog lady going ‘fuck this’ and bounding along is e v e r y t h i n g

- din is an amazing shot, though, he doesn’t seem to miss a single one in this whole scene (then again there’s something to shoot at basically everywhere one can take aim so lol)

baby hiding behind/half hugging din’s boot as he tries to get the doors closed hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t breathhhhheeeee

honestly every single one of the baby’s proximity seeking behaviours in this ep has me on my knees

- it’s very unfair to play the heroic happy mando music like everything is going to be fine and then have a huge fuck-off spider drop down from the ceiling and break it off mid-tune, the mandalorian, you have trained me in certain ways and now do you betray me??? how can I trust again

- the camera work in the scene with the new republic guys gives such a good sense of the discomfort of being judged from on high by someone or something you can’t really see -- the glare of the lights blocking out everything in the shots from din’s pov makes it feel like a tense interrogation (the new republic dude who is actually dave filoni has such a look of fondness as he watches din tho it’s kind of sweet)

- ...oh no I think baby was actually considering munching on that dismembered spider leg YODITO NO JUST EAT YOUR KRAYT DRAGON BABY

- hngh this is a weird filler episode and it has my entire heart. I suspect we might get some episodes of a more stationary baby between active ones like this -- you can tell a little bit in this episode that especially having him running around fast is quite difficult to have look natural, they likely save that effort up for when it best serves the narrative

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian meta #the mandalorian spoilers #mmmm brain empty only dad and baby show in here #(actually that's not true there's some tf/graves activity going on at all times too haha)

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brandstifter-sys · 3 years

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Under Pressure

Chapter 5: Emotions (Ao3)

Word Count: 1122

Characters: Remus, Roman, Patton, Virgil

Rating: T

Warnings: Villain!Logan, anger, aggression, accidental injury, arguing.

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This was a little kid's room. He was not some toddler! He was draped over the bed staring at the toy chest and Lego castle. He wanted to break it, kick it and smash it to pieces. He wanted to body slam the toybox and crush the dolls inside to keep them from smiling at him, mocking him with their button eyes.

He wanted to destroy so much but he also wanted to cry and cuddle anything or anyone. It was so lonely in this room, the King's old playroom where he liked to nap. This was all too much for Patton.

He shifted his gaze to the ceiling and tried to find joy in the whimsical mural that hadn't faded with time. It was a castle with a small crowd of people in front of it, all happily crowding around a boy in a purple cape with a crown. The king was so happy with a young Patton and a young Janus hugging him. Tiny Virgil was shyly hanging out a short distance away, and near the castle, a young Logan was smiling at the scene. Patton snarled and grabbed a pillow to throw at the image.

Janus was supposed to be the deceptive one! It had to have been Janus, but Janus wasn't good at mimicking anyone else! Patton had gone looking for Roman and Virgil. Logan had told him that they were probably struggling with Remus. Logan had told him this was for Thomas' own good before locking him in.

The memory of the betrayal was enough to make Patton scream. And he screamed at the top of his lungs, flinging himself to his feet. He paced around the small room and pulled at his hair. He let this happen. He let it get so bad because of his stupid naivety! Maybe he was just some dumb kid.

The dark eyeliner around his bright eyes and the long-sleeve, striped shirt under his black, short-sleeve button-down certainly proved that point. He didn't care that his khakis were tight jeans or that his hair was shaggier and darker. He was too busy trying to manage all his feelings.

Betrayal

Anger

Sadness

Confusion

Patton hadn't been this much of a mess in twelve or so years! He swore if he spoke his voice would crack and he would break out with the most irritating acne. He would probably start worrying about homework and getting ready for college again, despite being in his early thirties. It was so unfair and he hated it.

He kicked a soccer ball that was on the floor and huffed, pulling a black cat hoodie from his shoulders and putting it on. Maybe with some music he could break down the door with his fists and rage.

He pulled his earbuds and phone from his pocket and put on some A Day to Remember—no other band on his phone could capture the betrayal and rage he felt because of a so-called friend. It was perfect.

With a roll of his neck, Patton gauged his target and charged, slamming into the wood with a loud thump. He jumped back and swung his fists, screeching with each perfectly landed punch. It didn't matter if his vision was wet as long as he kept hitting the door. It was cathartic if nothing else.

The door swung open as he threw another punch.

"Hngh!" Virgil whined and gingerly rubbed his cheek. Patton had a solid left hook! Patton's arms went limp just after pulling out his earbuds. Virge was in Remus' arms and Roman was emerging from the other side of the door, rubbing his forehead. They looked different but they were still his friends—and Remus who he struggled to find common ground with.

"You okay, Scare Bear?" Remus asked and gently turned Virgil's head to get a better look at his cheek. That was going to be a nasty bruise! He conjured an ice pack for him and looked to a shocked emo dad.

"Virgil?!" Patton yelped after a beat of silence, "Oh god are you alright?! I'm sorry I didn't mean to—where did you?—how did you?"

"We escaped. The loud banging was a fantastic hint as was the door to the face," Roman huffed and adjusted his crown. Patton scowled at him. He didn't push the door and he was not about to be accused.

"Oh spare me the glare, Padre," Roman huffed, "These things happen and now you're free to make your escape with the two most capable sides and Virgil."

"What the hell makes you and Remus the most capable?" He questioned and crossed his arms.

"Pat, we built this place. As the king. We know our way around," Remus cut in, "That's it, no matter what Ro says." He shot Roman a death glare to keep his mouth shut. His Maj-ass-ty was not going to piss off the really scary emo.

"So I have to go with a poser, a prick, and a perv to be free?"

"Better to be a poser than a complete burden," Virgil shrugged, "Oh wait I am—"

"I will physically fight you if you even try to say anything bad about my best friend!" Patton snapped.

"But you just—"

"I know!" Patton barked and sighed, "I know and I'm sorry. I'm not used to this and I spoke out of bitterness. You shouldn't have been the target, Virge."

"Just Virgil?!" Roman gasped, offended.

"No. I was just talking directly to him. I'm not sure if I want to take back what I said about you and Remus."

"I am a little perv, Ro-hoe!" Remus teased, "That's why I always put doors in wrong! You're in your underwear and you want to close the door? You have to go in the hallway! And then I might see you!"

"Don't bullshit me, you put them in wrong so you would have more space in the room!"

"Yeah you are a prick!" Remus laughed, "Patton is finally being brutally honest!"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Patton snapped. Virge let out a whine before the tension built up. He was not emotionally stable enough for this.

"Let's go get Jay," Remus sighed, "We can trash talk once we're back in the main mindscape."

"Who made you the leader?" Roman and Patton scoffed at the same time. Remus shrugged, careful not to jostle Virgil too much.

"Virgil did when he didn't want anyone else carrying him, and I guess I did since I've been the one who escaped and busted you out! But we don't need a leader, we need to get a snake and then the nerd." Remus droned. Virge curled into himself and Patton and Roman ceded. It really sucked that Remus was right.

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(Master Post)

#sanders sides #ts under pressure au #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #ingenuity!remus #pride!roman #emo(tion)!patton #depression!virgil #dark!logan #villain!logan #arguing tw #accidental injury #aggression tw #anger tw #ask to tag #sandyscribed

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melviships · 4 years

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SI and F/O Interview (Melvinko)

Tagged by @goldenworldsabound ! Thank you so very much, Wendy!

Mm, I still get nervous about tagging people but I’ll shoot-

Tagging: @singingdeepinme with Chirichiri and Tasuki

aaand anyone who reads this and wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!

Introduce yourselves. Who are you? What do you like to do?

I’m Melvis, but everyone calls me just Mel! I’m a full time barista who loves animation and storytelling, along with an assortment of other interests like vintage candy making, cooking, sound production, linguistics, apothecary practices, and astrology. I love camping and going to parks too...

I’m Ginko and I’m also a barista, which varies from full time to part time. I do a lot of volunteer work. I’m writing a series of novels that I hope to publish someday and I spend most of my free time working on them or my van.

How was your first meeting like?

Oh no. That.

It wasn’t bad.

I was doing awful, I looked awful.

You were stressed, that’s all.

Hngh. I was working at poorly run coffee shop that lost its workers left and right and one day a coworker called out sick...

I took their shift for them and I met Mel that day I came to fill in. We closed the store together and we talked as the day ended.

I was so tired and frustrated- I don’t know what came over me but I felt like I had to tell you everything about the place and how bad it was. I think I just needed someone to vent to that wouldn’t fire me or snitch to someone who would.

You were so sad. But I saw how you worked firsthand and I knew you had the potential for something greater. Something...special.

Ginko grins.

Don’t smirk at me like that.

We exchanged numbers and kept talking after that. I introduced you to another store.

And the rest is history.

How did you get together? Who confessed first?

Mel is silent.

Pfft-

Shut up.

Well, I confessed first. And second. And third-

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

Mel has trust and commitment issues, heh. Not that I minded. I knew why, but I still wanted something more with him. Eventually I had to put my foot down and ask him out more directly. We started dating right before we went on a road trip together and everything fell into place after that.

167 hours of driving...

And you sang for 30 of them.

What are your thoughts on PDA?

Eh, I’m not very comfortable with public stuff...

I’m okay with small things like hand holding, hugs, light touches. But it’s not a need of mine. I’d rather keep it...private.

Ginko gives Mel a look.

What’d I say about the smirking-

How do you show your affection towards each other/what are your love languages?

Hm. I don’t really think about it. I guess, gestures? Maybe actions? Or is it words...I don’t know.

You do get more touchy when we’re alone. You tell me things that reminded you of me. And the amount of times you’ve cooked for me is starting to get hard to keep track of.

Food? I guess that’s my love language then.

I express my affections through words and actions. And I guess you could say body language too.

Definitely body language.

You love it.

Mel sputters and is unable to respond.

Who’s more introverted and who’s more extroverted?

Huh. I suppose, I’m the more extroverted one. In comparison. Funny, I always thought of myself as an introvert.

I think we both are omniverts. I agree on you being more extroverted. Especially now. You never stop talking.

Is that bad?

Not to me.

Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

I’m little, therefore the little spoon.

Is it really spooning when you’re buried in my chest?

Good question.

What do you like doing together the most?

Driving. Driving.

Mel and Ginko exchange glances.

Hiking is nice too.

But I think watching movies together is my favorite.

Oh yeah! Heh heh, you still don’t like The Blair Witch Project even though it’s my favorite horror film.

That isn’t horror. That’s your typical Friday night.

No it’s not- yeah, you’re right.

Tell us a fun fact about the other!

Ginko doesn’t listen to music. Like, on his own. All he has in his van is ambient sound and sound effect CDs. He didn’t start making mixtapes until I forced him to start listening to stuff. Which I’m still shocked by, seeing as you work in a coffee shop that plays muzak 24/7.

Tch. I like music.

Yeah, now.

Mel can split his tongue in half.

That’s what you went with? I wouldn’t say in half.

It’s still fun.

Ginko looks at Mel out of the corner of his eye and his lips curl up.

...what’d I say about the smirking-!

#melviships answers #tag memes #Barista Shift Swap au #also yes the ship name is Melvinko I think it's cute

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beccarooni · 4 years

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Ice Planet Chapter 3 - Storm

(A.N: Thorbruce week 2019 day 3! Prompt - Storm. This fic is part of a series called Ice Planet that you can find the rest on my blog, or on my ao3 teamthor. But if you only want to read this chapter, the basic premise is that thor and hulk are stranded on a planet of ice post-ragnarok, and their ship is currently wedged between a ravine.)

"Hello, brother."

Thor awoke with a start at the sound of the voice, low and threatening against his ear. The spaceship walls seemed to stretch and grow in the dark, twisting in and out of the shadows in front of him.

He couldn't see where the voice came from. He couldn't really see much of anything. Not the sky, not the stars, and more alarmingly the reassuring mountain of green that he'd spent the night with seemed to have disappeared entirely.

He opened his mouth to call out, but was met with silence in return. His throat felt tight, the words frantically trying to claw their way out into the open air, but dying into pained whispers before they could touch the cold atmosphere that stretched out in front of him.

His muscles twitched, fighting to get up, but...nothing.

If he had to describe it, it was a little like the grandmasters disk had been forced back into his neck. Tendrils of electricity paralysing his muscles, silencing his voice, keeping him pinned and muted against the uncomfortable floor.

"Poor, poor Thor. You're rather pathetic without your friend to help, aren't you?"

The voice came again, the mocking tones accompanied by the slow sound of heeled footsteps heading in his direction. He couldn't see beyond the ceiling staring back at him, couldn't move his neck to turn and look, but he knew who that voice belonged to.

"Such a shame." Hela's voice drawled, and he fought back a flinch at the sound of the cold metal biting the night air - the sound of a sword materialising out of the dark.

He felt the prick of the blade poke against his throat, not enough to draw blood, but enough. Enough. Ice cold fear gripped his veins as the sword made its way up to his face, cutting a fine line of shadow against his skin. Knees met his chest, the weight of his failure laid over him, the weight of his city, his home, burning in front of his eyes stole his breath and pounded against his ribs. The ashes of Asgard clogged in his throat, as the dagger brushed almost cruelly gently against his eye.

Hela chuckled, darker than the night sky itself. He almost wished she'd say something. Give an evil speech, an evil cackle, an evil something. Anything. Anything but the silence and the waiting for the blade to fall. Anything but that.

The sword fell across his face.

Asgard burned.

Thor woke, cold and somehow sweaty, shooting to his feet the moment his world stopped spinning. Adrenaline thudded through his veins as blankets tumbled to the floor, and he staggered towards the light of the moon and the stars and somewhere, somewhere far out there was home. Home wasn't gone. It was different now, a crawling spacecraft packed with Asgardians and Sakaarians, but still there.

Still there.

Hela was gone. He was okay.

Thor groaned quietly, lowering himself carefully back onto the floor. Shaking fingertips brushed the heavy material of his eyepatch, traced around the dark spot of vision that honestly he was still getting used to. Dark metal met scarred flesh as his hand made its way carefully down his face, reaffirming memories that didn't need revising. They never would. The one thing he could truly be sure about now was that he wasn't going to forget about his home. The golden spires crumbling under Sutur's sword. The fire and brimstone and sulfur choking his lungs would never leave him, not really.

It was just another thing to add to the list. Loki’s face as he fell into the chasm above the bifrost. His mother’s prone body, cradled in his father’s arms. Odin himself, even, disappearing into golden flakes over the horizon of somewhere he’d told him was home. His mouth tasted bitter at that particular memory.

He knew he was supposed to be sad. And he was. He’d lost Odin, his father, the constant force in his life that had guided him through so much. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling of anger that clenched at his soul, sometimes.

Times like now, when it was the early hours of the morning. Hulk wasn’t awake - no one was awake - no one to keep his mind from wandering to just how unfair things were. Frigga had never had the opportunity to say goodbye, not really. Odin had. He’d had months where he could’ve said something, anything, anything outside of an ‘I love you’ that came years too late.

It hurt. Faded, somewhat, when Loki had been coaxed into that reluctant hug back aboard the Statesman. But it still stung.

Memories were something Thor had decided long ago wouldn’t be kind to him. That’s why he lived in the now, in the present, and that was the blinding light where he began to force his mind to crawl towards. He didn’t have time to dwell on the past, not now. Right now, his concern lay with the ship, and it’s frankly precarious position.

“Hulk? Hulk, come on. Wake up”

Thor pulled back a layer of blanket, peeking through the woolen shields to find a green face, scrunching up against what little light of day they had.

“Hngh. Too early.” Hulk rolled over, twisting away from Thor with an irritated grunt.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Oh, come off it. You’re the Grand Champion.”

Thor neatly stepped around the large mound of blankets, crouching down until blue eyes met green.

“I sincerely doubt an early morning is above your strengths. Now, up. I need you to help me move the ship.”

To his credit, Hulk did eventually clamber out of his fortress of blankets. He looked a little put out at being woken up from his sleep (even more put out when he saw the state of the sky outside, still black and speckled with stars, like salt sprinkled on a tile of slate), scowling and muttering various threats and grievances to himself until he was stood at Thor’s side, trying to see what was so interesting about the window outside that the demi-god was currently staring at.

It wasn’t much, out there. If he was being totally honest with himself, Thor was beginning to find it a little difficult staying positive throughout all this. The storm still raged, the cold still bit, and his eye hadn’t quite managed to rid itself from the phantom sting of Hela’s sword. But, that wasn’t exactly new. Not to him, at least.

He hadn’t quite had the heart to tell Bruce or the medics about it, because what would be the point? His eye was gone. That was that. No amount of healing magic could knit the flesh back together, could banish the blind spot from the right side of his vision. It was over and done with. If it stung, it stung - and that was all there was to it.

Still, it was a little concerning that the ache hadn’t dissipated yet. That in itself was part of the reason why he was so anxious to get back to the ship. That, and freezing to death after his homeworld had just been set on fire was a little too ironic of a way to go out for his taste.

“Okay, Hulk up. Now what?” Hulk stifled a yawn with the back of his hand, nudging Thor out of his momentary stupor with one large shoulder in a gesture that felt just north of being clouted by a bag of bricks.

“Well, we can’t really stay here. Look at it out there - it isn’t safe.” Thor’s hands moved to cling to his arms, sighing softly as he watched the storm.

His element. The thing he was supposed to control, to harness, to cast upon enemies and to bend to his will. He watched it rage outside of the window, and tentatively pressed a hand against the glass, feeling for the familiar bite of his fingertips that meant that it was listening.

It wasn’t.

“Look - regardless of who has the most strength between us, we can both agree that we’re the strongest avengers, correct?”

Hulk tilted his head, blinking as he thought over the question thoroughly.

“Both strong…” He nodded, pausing briefly as his face broke into a toothy smile. “But Hulk stronger.”

“Oh yes, incredibly strong. Look at you, up by dawn and everything.” Thor rolled his eyes, but his traitorous face couldn’t really help but twitch up in a grin at Hulk’s enthusiasm.

“Regardless of who’s actually the strongest, we’re both pretty strong. Strong enough to lift this thing, given the right positioning.”

“Why lift it? Ship fine.”

And to prove it, Hulk took what was clearly the most reasonable course of action and pounded his fist against the metal, the loud bang that followed forcing his shoulders up in a tight flinch.

"Hey- hey! Careful!"

Thor's hand shot out, tugging Hulk back away from the sides of the ship with an exasperated sigh.

"Look, you may be able to survive a fall from this height, but I can't. So we need to lift the ship."

"Pff. Like to see Blondie try."

"Oh, don't you worry, my big green friend." Thor chuckled, albeit a little emptily as he eyed the brewing storm in front of them.

"I have a plan."

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With each gust of wind sending a thousand icey needles into his skin, and the daunting chasm that he’d very nearly taken a freestyle dive into just last night laying before his feet, it was understandable that Thor wasn’t quite as confident about this plan as he had been.

Explaining it to Hulk, he’d sounded perfectly reasonable.

It’ll be fine, Hulk. I’ll just hop on up to the cliffside and wait until a lightning bolt hits the ship, and then I’ll grab it defying all laws of physics, and things will be absolutely a-ok.

He’d even given him a thumbs up, he’d been so confident. But now, as he stared at the dark storm clouds brewing in the distance, he couldn’t help but feel he’d been a tad overzealous with his description. Especially considering his powers hadn’t been all that obedient lately.

Without mjolnir, the storm just didn’t seem to listen to him. Or at least, not in the way it had.

Before, it had been controlled - a perfectly tameable beast, that would be summoned by a wave of his hammer and that would be that. But now, it seemed to have shifted into something else. Something that, although he’d never admit it, Thor was a little afraid of. It reminded him too much of his nights as a child, laying wide awake and listening to the storms echoing above his chambers, wondering which bolt would be the one to ignite the golden tower and set his home ablaze.

When he’d summoned the storm to fight Hela, there had been a sickening feeling in his stomach afterwards that maybe it wouldn’t let him go. Maybe the lightning would keep firing, arcs of burning light continuing to light his veins until they drained dry entirely.

Maybe this gift would be the death of him.

If it was ever a gift in the first place, and not just another destiny that had been piled on top of him, another weight stacked onto his back that he was expected to hold, another burden he was supposed to carry with his head held high and a golden smile plastered across his face.

“Ok, Hulk ready.”

Hulk’s voice crackled from the radio strapped to his arm, the loud volume a sharp but not entirely unwelcome break from his thoughts.

“Alright. Let’s go over the plan one more time, because I do not want to risk electrocuting you.”

He could almost hear Hulk’s frustrated scowl from the other side of the phone, but he seemed to be keeping his promise not to smash the one radio set they’d been able to find, and soon Hulk’s voice came again after a loud burst of static.

“Hulk punch ship, get it to move. Lightning hit ship, Thor grab. Thor pull. Hulk jump up after Blondie let go,”

Hulk’s voice wavered for a moment, and a particularly nasty part of Thor’s imagination decided to supply him with the vision of Hulk, alone on a rocky outcrop, staring up at the shelter he’d been dragged out of, putting his faith in a plan he didn’t know would succeed.

“Right?”

“Right.”

Thor confirmed, feeling a familiar bite at his fingertips that meant something was coming.

The storm above him curled, like some kind of giant serpent, lightning flashing like the forked tongue of Jormungandr, and he knew it was time.

“You’re going to be fine, Hulk. This will work. I have complete faith in you.”

He rolled back his shoulders, taking a few steps back from the clifftop, and considered letting out a careful and controlled breath before realising that wasn’t what they needed.

Like it or not, the storm didn’t respond to calm. His power wasn’t tied to his happiness, it didn’t conjure itself when he was feeling calm, or content, or held - the rare times those feelings happened.

The storm wanted anger. It wanted frustration. It wanted to leech the power and pain of his fathers death, his mothers, the burning wreckage of Asgard that still burned behind his empty eye socket.

It didn’t want Thor. It wanted a God - vengeful, and wrathful.

Thor opened his fist, and the skies split apart.

•••

Things happened in quick succession after that. The ship moved with the sound of Hulk’s roar as green collided with metal, and for a few moments it lay suspended in air, like a puppet just after it’s strings have been slashed.

The first few bolts of lightning missed their mark entirely, carving patterns into the stone walls, sending rocks scattering into the ravine below. But the next one struck true, and so, Thor did the only thing any perfectly reasonable Asgardian would do.

He grabbed it.

For a few sickening moments, it wavered. The lightning flickered and struggled in his hand, trying to rip out of his grasp and return to the storm it was summoned from.

“Don’t you dare.” Thor hissed through gritted teeth, as the weight of the ship pulled on his makeshift rope, dragging him a few uncertain steps forward towards the ravine.

But, thanks to some miracle, it held. He took a few shaking steps backward, and the groan of metal responded - the ship was moving.

It was moving. It was working. Thor felt the beginnings of a smile begin to cross his face as he continued his journey backwards.

Sure, his hands were hurting, and every inch of his body was screaming at him to let go, you idiot, this is a whole spaceship you’re trying to pull with a rope made of lightning, but he was fine. He was going to make it.

They were going to make it.

Hulk’s triumphant roar reached his ears, and the ground shook slightly as the giant landed next to him.

He watched avidly, green eyes stretched wide, but Hulk knew better than to help. Thor had warned him, in no uncertain terms, that this was dangerous. That Thor didn’t want to hurt Hulk, truly, that was the last thing he wanted in all of the nine realms - but he might.

Hulk couldn’t help him. As much as it looked like he needed it, this was for Thor, and Thor alone.

The wingspan of the ship appeared above the edge of the cliff, and Hulk’s roar only grew that much louder.

“Ship! Puny God lift the ship!”

He saw Hulk’s face break into a grin, lighting up the rest of his face as if he was able to conjure lightning himself.

The burning feeling was getting worse, a steady pressure building behind his eyes, but Thor knew by now to ignore it. They were this close, he couldn’t falter now. Not even if yellow spots were beginning to dance across his vision, or if he felt a slow trickle of something hideously warm begin to drip down from his nose. Not even if Hulk’s grin fell, and he looked at him differently, with concern. With worry.

He couldn’t stop. No matter if that was what Hulk was yelling at him to do.

His foot hit something. A rock, a vine, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was. But it was enough.

Enough of a distraction that the lightning took the one chance for freedom it had, and shot out of his hands, chasing a burning course through the rest of his body. People had described his veins being alight with the storm before, but he hadn’t realised quite how painful that sounded until he was bearing the full force of it himself.

A sharp gasp escaped him as the lightning fell, and the ship teetered dangerously on the edge of the clifface.

But, someone was there to help.

A few ground-shaking footsteps passed where he was knelt on the floor, a flash of green darting towards the ship. Emerald hands grabbed hold, forest-green legs remained sturdy and strong, leaf coloured eyes narrowing in concentration as Hulk held up the ship.

The bundle of metal and wingspan was thrown crudely to one side once it reached safety, and soon Thor felt the hot puffs of breath against his neck that meant Hulk was standing over him, a little too closely for his liking.

“Easy, easy.”

Large hands lay across his back, holding him upright, thick muscles barely making a twitch whenever a stray spark would pass their way.

“Blondie ok. Storm over now,” Hulk furrowed his brows for a further piece of advice, his voice turning gentle and soft.

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Breathe better.”

Thor really wanted to scowl. Truly, he did. There was nothing more he wanted than to get to his feet, throw Hulk’s hands off of him, and insist firmly but kindly that everything was absolutely fine, thank you. This sort of thing happens all the time, actually, and I’m great at summoning storms, this is just an off day for me. Won’t happen again.

But he didn’t know that. And Hulk’s hands felt nice, they always did. They’d felt nice, cradling him the night before, under soft words of stories and the stars of the night sky. And they felt nice now, a little cold perhaps, and he could feel the grooves in the skin from where the weight of the ship had landed, but they were firm. Stable. A grounding force, an insulating cable, a tether that told him how to breathe and be.

Quite unexpectedly, it didn’t matter if it was humiliating anymore. If it was kingly, or stoic, or right. Thor had just lost control of a storm, his body hurt, and he was tired.

Slowly, he allowed himself to tip over in the direction of Hulk’s hands, resting his cheek against the comforting solidness of Hulk’s leg.

He allowed himself a glance upward, trying to reassure Hulk’s worried gaze with a battered smile, and a gentle pat to the arm that was currently still curled around his side.

“You’re getting really good at this whole ‘saving us’ thing, y’know that?”

“Well...Hulk make pinkie promise.” He bent down a little further, relinquishing his hold just for a moment to nudge the underside of Thor’s chin with his pinkie.

“Can’t break those.”

“No.” Thor chuckled, trying to ignore the aching protest of his ribs as he did so.

“Can’t break those.”

#thorbruceweek2019 #ice planet fic #thorhulk #thorbruce #thunderscience #gammahammer #thor #hulk #multi chapter #fanfic #post ragnarok #mild angst #thorbruce week 2019

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A Stroke of the Pot

Also on AO3 This takes place a few years after "Planning With Bread on the Board," but stands well on its own. This is also the @adrinetteapril April 12 prompt, lucky charm.

Adrien was suddenly pulled out of his intently focused world of neutrino oscillations by the heavenly smell of chocolate chip cookies. "Hngh?" He looked up and briefly got caught in his beautiful girlfriend's intense blue eyes. "Bug?" He was more disoriented now than he was most mornings when their alarm went off.

She giggled and reached out to run her hand into his hair. "Somebody's being very diligent." She held out a small plate of cookies, the chips still shiny and molten. "I think you need a snack break so you don't crash before you're done."

"Oooh. Was it baking day?" He took a small bite, savoring the way the crusty edge crunched before caving to the softer interior. He grinned at Marinette's mock scowl.

"Adrien. We live above a patisserie boulangerie. Every day is baking day." She shook a finger at him as if chastising him, but there was no bite in her words. She slid the plate onto their shared desk and peeked down at his tablet. "So what's MINOS, other than the ancient king of Knossos?"

He wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning on her. "It's a high energy physics experiment from a few years back. They used the Tevatron particle accelerator at Fermilab to shoot a neutrino beam through bedrock to a decommissioned mine in northern Minnesota."

"Uh huh?" She nodded, looking adorably puzzled. "I don't know what neutrinos are. I mean, I remember hearing about them in Mendeleiev's class, but…" She shook her head.

"It's not important," he said gently. She tried so hard to be supportive of his interests. During their gap year, she'd helped set up shadowing experiences in all sorts of fields all over Paris. She'd drawn their entire class into the project, making sure he had opportunities to explore things his father had never allowed. He couldn't remember what ridiculous name Alya had given it, but it had been a success. After three months he'd been able to narrow down to science, and another month more to further identify physics as the place he wanted to start.

"If it's important to you, it's important to me," she insisted. "You listen to all my ramblings about trends, fabrics, and design features."

"You're adorable when you're excited and rambling," he pointed out, delighted when that earned him a light blush. It was much harder to invoke that response after so much time together, but he continued to try.

She smirked at him. "So are you, Kitty."

"Mari," he whined. "Don't do that."

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"You know I turn to mush when you call me that." It had probably been retaliation for the blush, but he didn't mind. "Anyway, I'm still in the fashion field, so I know the vocabulary and stuff. You've never loved physics." He nuzzled her stomach, wondering if it would be a bad idea to just pull her into his lap. Cuddles would throw off his studying, but he was totally weak for such distractions.

"True," she agreed. "But I do love you." She lightly tapped his nose, then took the forgotten cookie out of his hand and nudged it against his lips. "More snacking, less talking."

"Adrien, Marinette," Tom called from downstairs.

"Yes Baba?" Marinette slipped out of Adrien's hold to look down at her father.

"Ms. LaValle is here," Tom explained. "She's gotten an update."

Adrien tensed and closed his eyes, slowly breathing to keep calm. The lawyer had worked closely with them since the first days after Hawk Moth was arrested. She'd helped protect Adrien's personal earnings and the trust fund from his mother. She'd advised him when it came to dealing with his father's company, and letting the board take control. If she was here now with news, the three judges from the Court of Assize must have issued their statement. Finally.

Sighing, he turned off his tablet. He was unlikely to get any more studying done tonight, and he'd have to hope his professors were understanding of the circumstances.

"I'm with you, Kitty," Marinette said softly, sidling up to him again when he pushed himself to his feet. "Mama and Baba are here for you, too. So no matter what we hear, we can get through it. Okay?"

He nodded. He suspected he wouldn't be able to free himself of the emotional baggage of being the son of a terrorist until the legal part was complete. And while he'd been able to pick up enough modeling jobs to avoid digging into his savings, that would probably change if they had to go through a whole new round of criminal investigation. For every marketing director who wanted to use his tragic life story to sell something, there would be twenty who wanted to avoid the negative publicity of the name Agreste. Ms. LaValle had warned them that Gabriel would probably appeal, forcing Adrien to once again talk about what he'd been through. He'd have to explain what it had been like to have his own father attack him, slamming his hand in a door and crushing most of his bones. To be tied up and stabbed by the man who was supposed to love him. He could do it, thanks to therapy, but he really wanted to move past this point.

He took another deep breath, slowly letting it out. "Okay. Let's go," he said, holding Marinette tightly to him. When they reached the living room, he was surprised to see Ms. LaValle smiling.

"Adrien, Marinette," she said brightly. "It's so good to see you."

He nodded, unsure what to say, and hoping Marinette would take care of what needed to be done. Of course she did. She was his personal lucky charm after all.

"You have news?" Marinette asked, moving him over to the couch and resting her free hand on his knee.

Ms. LaValle nodded, sitting with them. She'd seen him at his worst, and had gotten used to Marinette being their voice when he couldn't do it. "It's over," she said, likely aware that Adrien couldn't handle the suspense. "Gabriel Agreste was found guilty of all charges by the Court of Assize, and the Court of Cassation has already refused the appeal."

"Really?" His eyes were suddenly leaking. "It's… it's really over?"

Ms. LaValle nodded again. "Yes. And while he genuinely appears to have had a psychotic break, he's never getting out of prison."

He turned to Marinette, who was quite literally beaming at him, and pulled her into a hug so tight she squeaked. "I never have to see him again," he mumbled.

On top of the good news, Mari's hands burrowing into his hair brought up the rumble in his chest.

Next in series > Going Along the Path

Story title is a French idiom - A stroke of the pot = a stroke of luck

Sorry this is late. My phone started misbehaving and I ended up spending my planned evening writing time fixing it.

MINOS was an actual research project (and I got to visit both ends of it, Soudan Mine when they were still setting up, and Fermilab when they were still working with the data).

#Miraculous Ladybug #fanfic #my writing #adrinetteapril2018 #A Little Secret #Adrienette

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iggytheperson · 6 years

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1, digimon

[Send me a number prompt and a fandom and I’ll write a drabble]

1# - “It wasn’t your fault”

under the cut, 1,700 words.

Taichi is sitting in the waiting room again. Because his little sister is in the emergency room, again. Because he messed up.

Again.

Koushiro had said that it was a rather large energy signal. That it could be dangerous to send only the younger kids. And Taichi hadn’t listened to a single word that he had to say. Again.

And now Daisuke and Hikari were in the emergency room.

Koushiro has been saying that they’re lucky it was only them. Taichi sees Iori, tiny little Iori, who looks like he had a deathmatch with a lawnmower and lost. Ken, out for the count after screaming himself hoarse and falling into unconsciousness. Takeru being checked for a concussion. He wonders how the hell he’s supposed to think of this result as lucky.

At least nobody’s dead, they all say. At least nobody died. Because someone definitely could’ve. They all could’ve. They even came pretty close.

And all because Taichi messed up.

He tries to focus on the ones who he knows aren’t going to die, tries to soothe Miyako’s sobbing and stop her from picking at the bandages covering up her face.

Taichi tells Miyako not to cry, but it’s a bit meaningless since she can probably hear that he’s crying himself, even if she can’t see it. He says it’s going to be fine and Hikari is going to be fine and the two of them can go out and buy Miyako her new pair of glasses, it’s going to be ok, Taichi will even help pay for them, ok?

He doesn’t even manage to convince himself.

Iori is probably the most stable out of anyone, despite being the most banged up of the lot. He doesn’t shed a tear. But his eyes remain glued to the doors that Daisuke disappeared through.

Minutes seem to crawl by. Taichi sits for what seems like an eternity, in a room with only himself and the children he’s failed.

Hours pass, along with dinnertime, but Taichi doesn’t bother telling anyone to go eat. He doesn’t think he’d be able to avoid throwing up himself, anyways.

Ken finally wakes up and immediately starts asking for Daisuke. Taichi can’t get any words out of his throat, and Takeru ends up being the one who has to explain that Daisuke is still in the operating room. That they don’t know if he’s going to be ok. Ken goes hysterical again, and Taichi is by far the most useless in calming him down.

Eventually, Jou comes down with dinner from the cafeteria. Taichi feels bad accepting it. He should’ve done that. He offers to pay Jou back, but the older boy refuses outright. He reminds everyone to make sure they get plenty of rest.

Taichi doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep again.

It’s another painstaking hour, before a doctor finally comes out and says that it’s ok for Taichi to see Hikari now. She’s stable. Miyako starts crying from joy.

He feels a bit bad about leaving the younger kids, but it’s not like he was helping anyways. So he just gives them a weak wave and follows the doctor down to the burn ward.

He makes it two steps through the door to her room before he has to start biting back the urge to cry. The bandages don’t make him feel any less like throwing up. He can’t see much of her under them, and so the doctor starts explaining and pointing out where the burn reaches. It goes from all the way down her right arm and up onto her face. Apparently, the greatest damage is around her shoulder and neck. The doctor says they’re still assessing the damage done to the breast tissue. Some part of Taichi’s overloaded brain decides to start worrying about potential bullying and the like. That’s somehow slightly less worrying than everything else, so Taichi comforts himself in imagining how he’ll beat up anyone who dares to call his sister ugly.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders if his parents are going to beat him up for letting this happen to his sister once they get home. He’d deserve it, at least.

Eventually, he manages to tear his eyes away from the broken little girl who deserves a better brother and a better leader, and he heads back to the waiting room. The second the younger children become aware of his return, the questions start flying. In spite of his earlier resilience, Iori is now sobbing just as much as anyone.

The removal of weight from everyone’s shoulders is more than visible as they hear that Hikari is going to be ok.

Apparently, at some point, it was announced that Daisuke would likely make it through the night, and the doctors told the kids to go home and get some rest. In an attempt to actually get some rest, they’d started arranging for everyone to spend the night at Takeru’s. He offers Taichi a spot on the floor, but Taichi doesn’t think an extra presence would do him any good anyways.

So Taichi goes home by himself and doesn’t sleep. Somehow, he manages to eat something before going down to the hospital once again.

The younger kids are already there. The doctors have already refused them from seeing Daisuke, since they need a family member’s explicit permission. But with Taichi’s arrival, they’re allowed to go see Hikari in pairs. Nobody objects to letting Miyako go first.

She doesn’t manage to keep herself from crying as she and Takeru are lead into Hikari’s room. Maybe that’s a good thing, because Hikari actually starts to stir. Everyone is directly at her bedside within an instant of her opening her eyes. Something in Taichi finally unclenches, then. She’s ok. She’s ok…He can barely hold himself back from hugging her.

“…huh?” Hikari mutters blearily. “What happened…hngh…Alphamon?”

“It’s fine. It’s fine now, Hikari. We’re safe.” Miyako sobs as she clenches onto her hand far tighter than she should.

“…Is Daisuke ok? Where’s Iori and Ken?” She asks, as she starts inspecting the bandages mummying her. Of course, she wouldn’t bother to think about herself for a second.

“We could only come in two at a time since we’re not family…” Takeru explains softly. Taichi eventually can’t take watching her anymore and grabs her hand.

“Don’t fiddle with your bandages.” He says.

“…Sorry. Do…mom and dad know I’m hurt, yet?” She asks.

“…Yeah, they’re on their way home right now.” He tells her. He can’t tell what she thinks of the answer. He doesn’t get the chance to ask, as they’re all whisked out of the room by doctors wanting to bombard her with questions and the like.

When they return to the waiting room, it’s only Iori there. He looks weirdly happy about something.

“Daisuke’s family showed up a few minutes ago. They only want one at a time, so Ken went in by himself, but apparently he’s awake and ok.” He explains with a smile. An almost unified sigh of relief comes out of everyone.

With a few less things to be miserable about, the waiting around feels less stretched out than before. That, and it doesn’t take hours. As a matter of fact, after just a few minutes, Jun and Ken come out into the room again. Ken’s eyes look puffy, but any past tears have been replaced by a small smile.

For some reason, everyone agrees that Taichi should be the next person to go talk to Daisuke. He’s not really sure how to object.

So within a matter of minutes he finds himself facing his little successor, goggles and spine both broken. He still manages to give Taichi a smile somehow.

“Hey Taichi! Oh my god, can you believe they’re putting me in a wheelchair!?” He groans. It’s weird, seeing him so…unanimated. Taichi never noticed until this very moment how much Daisuke used his body to speak.

“Of course I can! Daisuke, you jumped in front of a giant sword. It’s lucky you’re even alive right now!” He exclaims, unwilling and unable to reciprocate Daisuke’s floaty, unphased demeanor.

“…Yeah. I know.” Daisuke responds with a weak chuckle.

“Are you…doing ok?” Taichi asks hesitantly.

“As ok as a guy who took a sword to the chest could possibly be!” Daisuke laughs.

Taichi doesn’t know what to say to that, and there’s a few short seconds of silence before he decides to say something more important.

“I’m sorry I was a bad leader.” Both boys say at the exact same time. Taichi jerks back in shock and stares at the younger boy, seeing a mirrored reaction on Daisuke’s face.

“Daisuke…what are you talking about?” Taichi says in shock.

“…I-I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I’m a terrible leader. I don’t deserve your-” Daisuke starts.

“What on earth are you talking about!? It wasn’t your fault!” Taichi yells. Daisuke looks incredibly shocked as the older boy walks over and gives him the lightest hug he can. “None of this is your fault. Don’t be ridiculous.”

Daisuke opens his mouth to object, but Taichi just shushes him. “No, stop that. You’d wanted to listen to Koushiro, I’m the one who insisted it was fine. You thought the right thing. This isn’t your fault. Don’t think for a second that it is.”

Daisuke doesn’t look all that convinced, but nods anyways. That’s a good enough start, he supposes.

“…Is Hikari ok? I saw her get hit before I passed out.” Daisuke mutters after a few minutes.

“Yeah. She’s fine. She was worried about you when she woke up, y’know.” Taichi tells him, hoping to lighten the boy’s mood a bit. There’s no reason to tell him that he was the first person she asked about, though. He doesn’t need that kind of ego boost. Daisuke chuckles, but otherwise doesn’t say anything about it.

After a few minutes of chatter, he eventually asks to see Iori. Taichi is more than happy to oblige. Iori looks incredibly happy as he runs off to Daisuke’s room a few minutes later.

The rest of the day is spent hanging around Hikari’s room, as well as occasionally popping in on Daisuke. The younger kids do mostly the same, all looking significantly more calm and relaxed without the threat of death looming.

Nobody is dead. They’re all scarred and broken, but maybe that’s just the best thing he could hope for with how badly he fucked up. So he supposes he can think of this result as lucky.

Though he hopes to god it’ll never happen again.

#taichi yagami #hikari yagami #daisuke motomiya #miyako inoue #iori hida #takeru takaishi #hospitalization #injury #ask meme #replying #drabble #kindnessemitsagoldenlight

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ayma-nidiot · 3 years

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“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 33

Author’s Note: Detailed depiction of childbirth and minor blood.

This chapter can be found here on AO3.

Chapter 33 - Reborn

~29 December 2005, 16:00~

“I’m… awake again…” Rex’s eyes quickly fluttered open after passing out for the second time that day. “What is goi- Aaaaaah!” His screams piqued the interests of the other patients, nurses, and doctors in the campus hospital.

“Rex, we’re already there,” spoke Joey as Dr. Balls and two of his nurses briskly whisked Rex into the delivery room. Joey, Mokuba, Tricera, Ptera, Camellia, and Spinos were the only ones allowed into the actual delivery room while everyone else was ordered to wait just outside.

“Aww, come on, I want to see some of the action!” Tristan pouted. Even though the delivery room was larger than anyone imagined, he could see very little with so many people in there. “Why Joey and not me?”

“This isn’t about you, you idiot.” Téa bopped Tristan on the head.

“Ma’am… Mrs. Raptor?” Joey began as Dr. Balls attached an EKG to Rex. It was too late into the delivery to administer an epidural now. “I have a small request. May I hold Rex’s hand throughout this birth?”

“May I hold his other hand?” Mokuba asked.

Ptera blinked, surprised that someone who once claimed he could “duel circles around Rex” would ask this of her. “Yes… Yes, of course you may. The two of you have been nothing but helpful to my boy throughout all of this.”

“Thank you so much, ma’am.” Joey and Mokuba bowed as they both flanked Rex.

“Hehehe…” Rex received a short break from the contractions, and smiled at his friend and rival. “I never thought we’d find ourselves like this . Let me know if you’re going to be late to your own kids’ birth, and I’ll gladly hold Mai’s hand for you.”

“Should you really be making japes at a time like this?” Mokuba scolded.

“Hey, I’m just trying to make this process a little easier for myself before-” The contractions began again, and Rex cried louder than ever.

“Oh, gods…” Espa winced as he could hear Rex’s cries well enough. Naturally, said cries were laced with cuss words. “That’s going to be me in five months? And I’m going to have to go through that twice in a row! I… I don’t think I’m going to be ready…”

“Yes you will, love… Well, minus the cuss words, of course.” Mako hugged his boyfriend’s shoulders. “I believe in you, so let’s believe in Rex too.”

Even throughout all his pain, Rex could still hear every word being said on the other side of that glass. “At least… hah… someone believes in me… ‘Cuz I can hardly take this anymore!”

“Less talking and more breathing,” Dr. Balls ordered.

“If you can survive the two times I’ve beaten you, then you can survive this.”

“That’s not helping, Joey!” Rex snarled. The contractions were practically nonstop at this point; even his stubborn attitude couldn’t help now. “I just wish… Weeves was here…”

“Rex…” Mokuba could see the hopelessness in his cousin’s eyes.

“Amber… My baby is going to have to grow up without her father!” Rex’s cries were softer, but with more tears, as he didn’t have the energy or desire to push anymore.

“Rex, don’t give up now!” Dr. Balls encouraged. “Look! I can already see the top of Amber’s head!”

“Weeves…” Rex’s vision began to fade, and he really thought he would die in childbirth right then and there.

But then, all of a sudden, Dr. Balls took a break to open the door and shout, “FOR THE LOVE OF RA, people need to stop running in this fucking hospital!”

“Now who might that be?” Camellia peered out the door too. “It’s… Oh my gods…”

“It must be the prime minister or something, if you’re all going to abandon me at a time like this!” Rex shouted as everyone except Joey and Mokuba looked to the man who barged into the delivery room.

“No, I’m someone even better than that,” replied the “intruder.” “Number one in all of Japan, to be exact.”

“It can’t be… Weeves!” Rex’s vision returned, just in time to see the face of his boyfriend, alive and well. Weevil had bandages wrapped tightly around where his right arm used to be. “How did… I mean-”

“As a not-so-wise man once said, less talking and more breathing.” Weevil rushed to Rex’s right side, taking Joey’s place.

“How could you have heard that-”

“Ahem.” Dr. Balls cleared his throat. “There are way too many of you in here now. Can you please wait outside with the others?”

“Yes, of course.” Ptera joined Rex’s friends on the other side of the glass without protest.

“I’m glad you made it… Hngh!” Rex could sense that most of Amber’s head was already out. “It would have been nice if you didn’t fucking wait until my daughter started crowning! ”

“I’ll explain later, I promise,” Weevil reassured as he held Rex’s right hand with his left hand, occasionally stroking Rex’s hair with it too. “I would have gotten here sooner, but as you can see, I’m a little… short-handed. ”

“OH MY FUCKING GODS, WEEVIL, CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!”

“All right, all right…” Five minutes had passed before Weevil said, “Come on, hun, you can do this. Just a couple more pushes ought to do it.”

“Easy for you to say, bug boy! FUUUUUUCK!” Rex gave those two final pushes his all.

“And you would be correct, Weevil!” Dr. Balls presented a crying, very pink and sticky baby before Rex. “Here’s little Amber!”

“Hun, you did it!” Weevil teared up as he and Rex looked upon their tiny newborn daughter. She had not yet opened her eyes, and there was so much blood and amniotic fluid in her hair that it was hard to discern her hair colour.

“She’s so beautiful…” Rex kissed his daughter’s little head. “Oh…”

“Isn’t she?” Weevil’s smile soon faded when he noticed that Rex wasn’t awake, even as he expelled the placenta. “Hun?”

Dr. Balls took note of the irregularity on the EKG. “He’s going into ventricular fibrillation! Get the defibrillator ready before his heart stops!”

“Hun!” Weevil began to panic as Dr. Balls tried to defibrillate Rex, a nurse tended to Amber, and another nurse ushered him out of the delivery room. “Rex!”

“He’ll… He’ll be okay.” Téa never thought she’d see the day when she’d hug Weevil in consolation.

“You sure? I mean… even after all I’ve done to him?”

“If I say that he can, then he will,” spoke an approaching voice that was definitely not Téa’s.

“It’s… Kaiba!” Weevil exclaimed at the sight of his stepcousin. “You’re alive too!”

Even from where he stood, Kaiba could see that Rex’s vitals had returned to normal. “See? Just my presence could cure him. I’m that awesome.”

“Papa!” Heka gave his mother a tearful hug. “Thank Anubis for having mercy on you!”

“How did you make it?” Atem asked.

“This pinworm would know. It’s the same reason he managed to survive.” Kaiba winked.

“Oh…” Weevil understood what Kaiba meant.

“Is that supposed to be some kind of code?” Joey leered at Kaiba.

“Yes. A.k.a. ‘it’s none of your business,’ Wheeler.”

“Yup, this is the real, very much alive Kaiba, all right. Who else can be just as annoying?”

“...” Weevil had not seen Atem since the war from two years ago.

“Ah, Weevil.” Atem patted a barely accepting Weevil on the shoulder. “I hope you’ve been well. I am so sorry about the loss of your daughter.”

“She’s reborn, not dead. I thought you would know about rebirth better than anyone, King of Lame. As for why I am late… Well, I’ll tell you all later, if I feel like it.” Weevil fell silent after saying this, and that was when Dr. Balls came out of the delivery room. “Doctor! Is… Is Rex…”

“He suffered a minor hemorrhage, which is what caused the v-fib. But he’ll be fine after a day’s worth of rest. You guys are more than welcome to visit him tomorrow, though.”

“Doctor…” Weevil reached into a shorts pocket, but declined to retrieve what was in it. “No, it can wait until tomorrow.”

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~30 December 2005; 16:30~

“Phew…” Even though Rex had woken up twenty minutes ago, he was still not fully awake, even with Amber breastfeeding from him.

“How are you feeling, Rex?” Dr. Balls asked as he checked Rex’s vitals, being careful not to disturb Amber.

“I’m tired as shit, but I think I’ll be fine after a bit of rest.” Rex twirled one of Amber’s small locks of hair. “Not that I think I’ll be getting it any time soon, thanks to this little bean.”

“In that case, you’re free to go whenever you’re able. You are fortunate to have recovered so quickly; your vitals look perfect.”

“I’d like to go now, but a certain pest problem said he’d be here in ten minutes.”

“How about more like ten seconds?” Weevil knocked before entering the room.

“I’ll leave you two be, then.” Dr. Balls met Weevil at the door. “Oh, and one more thing before I go.”

“Yes?”

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Weevil spoke as Dr. Balls left Rex’s hospital room. He beamed when the first thing he saw after that was Rex breastfeeding his newborn daughter. “Hey, hun. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Quite the contrary, baby.” Rex put his shirt all the way on. It was only just then that he noticed Weevil’s prosthetic right arm. It looked like a hand manikin from the art supply stores, except it was made of black titanium, with a few wires visibly running through the fingers and wrist. “Yo, nice arm.”

“Yet another reason why I was late today. I had to make a pit stop by the city hospital to get fitted for it and, thanks to KaibaCorp’s technology, that process didn’t take long.”

“Yet another reason to like Mokuba! Anyhoo, Amber just finished eating. You want to hold her?”

“And why wouldn’t I?” Weevil took the seat next to Rex as he gave him a swaddled-up Amber. As soon as she landed in his arms, Weevil immediately started crying. Amber had a short blanket of mint green hair on her head, with two small lavender sideburns sticking out just above her ears. “She looks just like me!”

“But she has my eyes.” Rex smirked.

“Hmm?” Weevil looked as Amber finally opened her eyes for the first time. “No, she doesn’t, dino brain. Look harder.”

Rex leaned in to get a better look at Amber’s eyes. “She has a purple right eye and a blue left eye! Well, her eyes have my eyes’ shape, so my point still stands.”

“Even in her future incarnation, I never noticed,” Weevil remarked.

These words gave Rex a solemn reminder. “Speaking of our future daughter, she’s dead.” Rex shook his head when he remembered future Amber’s dying words. “Scratch that. Amber…” Rex smiled as he stroked his daughter’s fat baby cheeks. “You’re back… You’re alive.”

“Gooooh!” Amber cooed happily, grabbing Rex’s finger as he played with her.

“Hey, I’m here too!” Weevil booped Amber’s nose; the infant was quick to grab his finger too. “I’m sorry you have to deal with a metal finger, my little love bug. Your daddy has been… a little mean.”

“Gooh?” Amber waved Weevil’s finger before kissing it.

“You…” Weevil cried even harder as he kissed Amber’s hand too. “Aww, I love you too, Amber!”

“You’re already a father, and yet you’re still a crybaby.” Rex chuckled. “So, bug boy. Care to explain why you barely made it in time to your daughter’s birth?”

“Why, it’s the same reason why Kaiba managed to live. We’ve… had a little help from beyond.”

“What do you mean?”

No sooner had Rex asked this question when a miniscule whirlwind whipped about, and a ghost appeared before the three. “He must be talking about me. ”

“Who…?” Rex squinted at the scarred, tan-skinned man before him. “Bakura?”

“We meet again, Hu and Sia.” The thief king swooped down gently to touch Amber’s face. “So… You have a child together now. Congratulations.”

“Bakura, what are you doing here?” Rex wondered.

“I came here because even from the afterlife, I could sense Priest Seto and Sia were in trouble.”

“Thanks again, Bakura… I’m indebted to you.” Weevil turned to Rex after Bakura’s spirit left. “But that’s only one reason that I’m late. In fact, it isn’t the main reason why I’m late.”

“It isn’t?” Rex watched while, after putting Amber in her wheeled baby buggy, Weevil reached into his pockets and took a small item out of them.

“It’s actually…” Weevil took a deep breath. “I had to make a pit stop to a high-end jeweler’s on my way here. I despise my Underwood surname, and I just thought of the best way to do something about it.”

“And how’s that?”

With full confidence, Weevil got down on one knee and presented a red-and-black ring. “By changing it to Raptor.”

“Oh…” Rex’s eyes opened wide. “Oh, Weeves…”

“Rex Raptor, will you marry me?”

“Yes…” Rex started bawling. “Yes, Weevil, I will! But first…”

“‘But first…?’”

Rex reached into his handbag, which thankfully stood upright on the closeby coffee table. “Darn, you beat me to it,” he whined as he produced a much cheaper-looking rose gold ring. “It’s got rubies and sapphires, just like your Metamorphosed Insect Queen.”

Weevil held out his left hand, and the new fiancés exchanged their rings. “And yours is made of black zirconium, with dinosaur bone inlay.”

“Sounds fancy!” Rex admired the ring placed upon his hand.

“Yeah, it’s ¥109472 kind of fancy.”

“Yeesh! S-Sorry yours costs only ¥31277. But it’s all I can afford, even after saving money from working at Mama’s restaurant… and doing odd jobs for my dad. When we actually get married, I’ll be sure to get you something fancier.”

“Don’t worry about it. On the contrary, I quite like this ring.” Weevil picked Amber up and handed her to Rex.

“Aww, I’m glad…” Rex lightly combed Amber’s hair with his fingers.

“Did you hear that, Amber? We’re going to be a family soon!” Weevil spoke.

“Goo gaaaa!” Amber laughed.

“And we have like, what? Ten people to break the good news to?” Rex put Amber in the buggy again. After donning his jacket, muffler, and handbag, he tucked Amber with a cozy blanket.

“But shouldn’t you still be resting?” Weevil held Rex’s back as the both of them walked forward with Amber in tow.

“Eh, Dr. Balls said I’m okay to go whenever I feel like it,” Rex responded after the two had just exited the campus hospital. “I was just waiting for your sluggish ass to get here.”

“Naw, Joey is the sluggish one,” Duke spoke as the “Dweeb Patrol” met with Rex and Weevil. “He insisted that we stop by the grocery store to get cake, but you guys have already left.”

“Sorry, dude. But we just had something we had to tell you all.” Rex held Weevil’s hand and showed off their rings. “Weeves and I are gonna get married.”

“Awwww!” Mai and Téa loved Weevil’s engagement ring.

“Don’t you dare tell them how cheap it is,” Rex whispered to Weevil.

“Hehe, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Téa took a glance at Amber. “Oh my gosh, is this your baby?”

“You know it.” Rex made finger guns.

“Look at those pretty eyes!” Mai remarked while the members of the “Dweeb Patrol” looked at Amber too.

“ My pretty eyes.” Rex waggled his eyebrows at Weevil, who bonked him on the head in response.

“She’s a cutie, that one,” Joey noted. As soon as he got his face close, Amber poked him in the eye. “Ouch!”

“Pbbbbbbbt!” Amber sputtered.

“Haha…” Joey rubbed the eye Amber poked. “She hates me already. Looks like I’ve got a lot of work to do… again. And I’m really jealous that you beat me to the delivery room, Rex. But congratulations anyway.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Mai scrunched her face.

“N-Nothing! Ya’ didn’t hear that!”

“I’ll give you babies when I’m good and ready! And no sooner!”

“Okay, okay…” Joey couldn’t break free of the noogies Mai gave him, and the “Dweeb Patrol” laughed at the couple’s antics. “Hmm? Eh, it’s that stinkin’ rich boy.”

“I’m surprised you have the cojones to say that after all I’ve done for you.”

“And… You’re here too.” Joey acknowledged Thief King Bakura’s spirit.

“Thank you for helping us.” Atem bowed to Bakura from the waist down. “Even after the Kul Elna massacre, you were still willing to help both Weevil and my husband.”

“Ooh!” Heka pushed everyone aside to look at Amber. “Amber is, like, the cutest baby ever! So, this is what my girlfriend looked like when she was a baby!”

“Watch it, you sick fuck,” Weevil warned with a bop on the head. “She’s only a day old.”

“I know, I know.” All of a sudden, Heka stopped talking before using a more serious tone, with a hint of tears. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll win your heart again. Even if I have to nearly die for you again.” Heka kissed Amber’s feet before stepping back, earning a glare from Weevil.

“We must go back to ancient Egypt now, but we’ll be sure to make it in time for your guys’ wedding.”

“Yugi… I-I mean, Atem…” Weevil stammered.

“Don’t worry, Weevil. If I say I’ll be there, then I will.” Atem ruffled the even shorter duelist’s hair. “And you can entertain your wedding guests by having your revenge on me in a duel.”

Weevil’s tone of voice turned happier. “I’ll squash you, Pharaoh! I can assure you that it won’t end like our train duel.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Farewell!” Atem gave Weevil a fist bump before singing the Incantation, returning himself, Heka, and Kaiba to their own time.

“Oh?” Weevil noticed that not only did Bakura not leave yet, but he also got really close to him and Rex. “Why are you still here?”

“So you and Hu are getting married. I’m… sniff… I’m glad…”

“Bakura…” Weevil reached a hand out to the Thief King. “You were in love with my past self, weren’t you?”

“!!” Bakura jolted at this question, but didn’t bother to deny it. “Sia… He was my whole world. I couldn’t possibly tarnish my friendship with him by telling him how I feel, so I allowed him to have a relationship with Hu.”

“I’m so sorry.” Weevil took Bakura’s hand into his own and hugged him, allowing him to cry on his shoulders.

When Bakura stopped crying, he turned to Rex. “Hu… I’m sorry, Rex. Honestly, congratulations. You just might see me at the wedding, too. In the form of a friend, if I might add.”

“Bakura…?” Rex tried to chase after a fading Bakura. “Wait, what do you… Aaaaaand he’s gone.”

“And we should be, too.” Weevil walked ahead, with the intention of going to the park later with his friends. “But first… Let’s go home and get something more appropriate to carry our newborn baby in.”

“Actually, can you do me a favour, Weeves?” Rex brought his hands into a praying pose. “I promised Espa that I would go clothes-shopping with him today.”

“Rex, you don’t have to,” Espa half-heartedly insisted. “I mean, you just gave birth yesterday, so I’m sure you-”

“Now, here’s something you gotta learn about shapeshifters, m’dude. We heal faster than your average Joe.”

“Gee, that makes me feel loads better about this whole process.” Espa grunted as he felt his twins kick at the same time. “These two are literal demon spawn.”

“Don’t let Mako hear you say that,” Weevil warned.

“Aww, come on, it’ll be worth it!” Rex threw an arm around Espa’s shoulders. “I swore early in my pregnancy that I was going to give Amber what for, but now that I can see her sweet little eyes and baby cheeks, I can’t say no.”

“Rex… Okay. Well, what are we waiting for, then?”

“Weeves…” Rex turned to his fiancé and kissed his ring finger. “I’ll be back.”

“You better. Unless you want Ptera to read you the Riot Act.” And with that, Weevil was out of sight, already wanting to show his newborn daughter the joys of the insect world.

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #mpreg #fanfiction #childbirth

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will you write for be my princess 2 too? if not, can i request a body swap fic between joshua and roberto? I have an OC name Alla if you can use her :) but if you write for be my princess 2, sieg and oliver please :)

The sun rose on another beautiful morning in the kingdom of Altaria. The gentle sunlight filtered in through the curtains bringing light to the room. I slept peacefully next to my beloved Roberto; being a prince he doesn’t always get to sleep next to me, so I make sure to treasure these precious moments.

“Hngh… “ I awoke to the sunlight hitting my face. I Rubbed my eyes as I yawned and sat up in bed. I turned to greet my darling husband who must be exhausted after yesterday as he was still sleeping.

(Hehe. I love when I get to see his sleeping face.)

I lean closer and remove the blankets, “Huh.“ But I’m not met with the sight of my prince… “J-Joshua? What are you doing in bed with me?!” I just about scream and break out into a panic when I see none other than Joshua sleeping besides me.

(How did he get here and what did he do to Roberto? Wait. I am in my room, right?) I quickly looked around, it definitely was the room Roberto and I shared.

Joshua awoke with a fright due to my panicked scream. “I-Is something wrong?” He bolted up in the bed, quickly looking around but calmed down when nothing seemed wrong.

“What. Why are you so calm?”

(Joshua should not be acting so calm waking up in bed next to me. Something is definitely wrong.)

Joshua cocked his head, confused and then started to smile. “Oh. I get it. I’m supposed to be in shock waking up to my beautiful wife.” Joshua chuckled.

“Wife? Joshua, did you hit your head… I am married to Roberto, not you. What are you doing in bed with me?” Joshua had stayed at the castle that night after spending the day in meetings with Roberto.

(Are they playing a prank on me? Joshua doesn’t seem the type to go along with something so childish but maybe Roberto pressured him into it…)

I couldn’t think of any other reason to explain what was happening. Though I felt rather miffed Roberto would allow another man in bed with me.

“Whaaat?!” Joshua seemed genuinely surprised by my words. “But I AM Roberto.”

“What did you say?” I looked at him with wide eyes and my mouth slightly open.

(Impossible. This is too weird.)

The next moment there was a knock on the door followed by a rather urgent voice.

“Roberto…?” The voice was Roberto’s. I wasted no time dashing to open the door.

Roberto looked past me and to Joshua on my bed, “You. Why are you in my body?” He said in a serious tone.

“Uh.” I couldn’t believe my ears, “Whaaat? You mean you two swapped bodies?”

Joshua, who was actually Roberto, finally realized what was going on and why I was acting strange.

“Wait. I’m in Joshua’s body?” Roberto ran to look in a mirror. “Ahh!” Roberto gasped, frozen from shock. Joshua turned to me and gave me a sharp look, “I’m not sure what is going on but as long as things remain this way there will be no funny business between you in my body. Got it?”

(F-Funny business?)

“You mean I can’t kiss Alla? Nooo!” Roberto hung his head, acting like the world was ending. But no sooner did he pick himself up and marched up to Joshua. “If I made love to Alla in your body wouldn’t that mean she’d be having your baby?”

“Huh?!” Joshua and I were both equally flabbergasted by Roberto’s statement.

“That’d be terrible. I would be the one who made love to her but it’d be your child she would have. That would not do at all. I can’t have my future heir being your child just because I was in your body at the time!” Roberto was being so serious about it but Joshua and I were struck speechless.

Though, Joshua wasn’t speechless for long as he nearly blew up. “What are you saying? Are you stupid?!” He said rather loudly.

“What?” Roberto was now the one speechless from Joshua’s outburst.

“Do you really think I would let you defile my body in such a way. If I said you couldn’t kiss what made you think you could go as far as making babies with my body? And are you trying to say you are planning on getting her pregnant this very moment? Because I think not!” Joshua said, his eyebrows twitching and the whites of his teeth slightly showing as a deep scowl overcome his features.

(Wow. I didn’t know Roberto could make expressions like that. He sure never does it when he was himself.)

I thought it was actually rather sexy seeing Roberto, even though he was Joshua right now, getting so worked up.

“I guess that’s true. I do need to talk to Alla first before deciding on making babies.” Roberto sighed before starting to laugh while scratching the back of his head.

(Damn straight. There will be no baby making without my approval. I know you want kids Roberto but now is definitely not the time.)

It surprised me to also see expressions and gestures Joshua had never done while he was in his own body. It just showed how different the two princes were.

“So? What now?” Roberto asked Joshua who had finally calmed down.

“Now that I don’t have to worry about you doing weird things with my body, we probably just have to wait this out and hope we return to normal soon.” Joshua looked like he had given it serious thought and was taking the situation more seriously than Roberto was.

“What if it takes all week. How will I survive not being able to kiss or…”

“Roberto!”

“Fine…”

Roberto moped about while Joshua sighed at him, shaking his head.

“I have to return to Dres Van. I can’t stay here.”

“Oh, yes. That’s right.” I nodded. Joshua did have to return home.

“You know what I mean?” Joshua narrowed his eyes at Roberto, seeing if he’d catch on.

“Since I am you… Wait. You mean I have to go back to Dres Van and leave you here with my Alla?” Roberto suddenly looked very serious. He latched onto me and held me tight, “I can’t leave her with you.” He shook his head.

(When did I marry such a child?) I sighed.

“Gross. Don’t get so close while in my body. I don’t want you accidentally kissing.” Joshua immediately peeled Roberto off me and glared at him. He then sighed, “Since I can’t have you making a fool of me we will work something out so I can remain here for a few days longer. Hopefully we return to normal in that time.”

Roberto breaks out into a grin at Joshua’s idea. “Joshy, you are the man.” Roberto was now hugging Joshua.

“G-Get off me. Do you know how strange it is to be hugged by my own body?!” Joshua shoved Roberto away. I felt sorry for Joshua, Roberto definitely could be hard to handle.

(But I love him just the way he is.) That’s my Robbie. Never change, Roberto.

After that the three of us stuck together like glue. Joshua made sure to never take his eyes off Roberto lest he do something stupid and Joshua has a heart attack.

“Tonight we’ll sleep together.” Joshua said to Roberto.

“Sleep with you? C'mon. I can’t sleep with you.” Roberto looked at Joshua strangely.

“I won’t allow you to sleep with Alla while you are in my body. Deal with it.”

“But…”

“I won’t change my mind.”

“Yes, mother. Are we sleeping in the same bed?”

“Mother?” Joshua was shocked, his eyes twitched even more. He must be at his wits ends by now. “Sleeping in the same bed? Gross. No way. You can sleep on the sofa.”

“Hey. Why do I get the sofa? That’s cruel Joshy.” Roberto began to pout. Roberto really did look like the little child and Joshua the strict parent.

(Ahaha this is so funny. I never thought I’d ever see them act this way. …Though I hope my Roberto returns to me soon.) While I did enjoy myself seeing everything unfold I dearly wanted Roberto to return to his body so we can go back to normal. I missed his touch. Even worse, I will miss sleeping with him if things don’t change back soon.

I bid goodnight to the princes and wished Joshua luck as Roberto continued to whine to him while Joshua tried his hardest to block him out.

“He wished he swapped bodies with me. Haha. Roberto you are adorable but I am completely 100% against that idea.” That was what he told me before I left the room. Just thinking about Roberto being in my body and the possible chaos that could unfold made me shiver.

It was going to be a lonely night without my dear Roberto. Knowing he was asleep in another room and with Joshua of all people made me feel rather sad.

(It can’t be helped. He isn’t himself after all and as long as he is Joshua I probably wouldn’t be comfortable…) Even knowing that my heart ached. I made a wish before falling asleep. I wished to see my darling Roberto in his own body in the morning. I wanted a good morning kiss. Thinking that I soon fell into a deep slumber.

“So cute.”

“She must be in a deep sleep, she doesn’t even realize I’m here.”

“Maybe I should kiss her.”

“Mmm…” I started to hear voices. I didn’t know where they were coming from.

(Mmm what is this sensation on my lips?) Feeling a warm sensation spread through my body I opened my eyes.

“Huh?” I was shocked to see Roberto right in front of me.

“Surprise.” He looked at me with a cheeky grin.

“Wait. Aren’t you Joshua?”

“No, silly. Joshua wouldn’t kiss you. He is totally against that remember? He wouldn’t even let me make babies with you.”

“What?” I was still in a daze. It was too much for me this early in the morning. “So you are Roberto?”

“Yep. Joshua already went home. He was relieved to be himself again when we woke up this morning. He was so fed up with me he couldn’t wait to leave.” Roberto said, chuckling.

“Roberto…” I sighed slightly, smiling. I felt sorry for Joshua but I was relieved to have Roberto back. I looked at him with a playful grin, “Give up with the babies already.”

“Aw. But it will happen one day.”

“Of course. But not yet.” I say and grab his shirt, “For now just kiss me already.”

“Hahaha. Did you miss me?”

“You better believe it. I want you so much.” Roberto already spent the past several days busy with princely duties, I was already missing him then and when we finally had time alone he was stuck in another man’s body, It’s only natural my body craved him right now.

“It wouldn’t do as your husband to not fulfill my wife’s needs. I will have to fix that.” Roberto said and slowly kneeled on the bed as his lips came closer. We fell back onto the bed in a heap, his lips enveloped mine. His kiss was hungry, his lips yearned for mine. We seeked each other out over and other. We longed for each others touch. Nothing was going to separate us any longer.

I had no idea what caused the body switch but if it was some kind of divine punishment then I promise I will do my utmost to never sin again. I never wanted to separated from my beloved Roberto ever again.

#voltage inc #be my princess #roberto button #joshua lieben

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