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cold nights // part twenty-six

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 7.3k (WOAH)

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: sorry i made you guys wait so long for this omg!! i have been booked and busy this week but we are so back :)

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It's your first day of university, and you don't know if you're more excited or terrified.

It was the beginning of the rest of your life, which is thrilling considering just two months ago you thought you had days left to live. At the same time, though, you knew no one here besides Coryo and Sej, and you didn't share a single class with either of them.

But, staying positive was a must. It would only be a few hours away from them, and you had planned to meet up for lunch with Coryo between your classes, since he had found some for you that started and ended at the same time as his. While you drape your scarf over your shoulders and tuck both ends around the belt at your waist, you smile to yourself. You take a last look in the mirror, to double-confirm that you like the look of the scarf worn that way over your white dress and when you're satisfied you grab your bag and leave your room. Of course, Tybalt is right on your heels.

Walking down the hall, you can hear their grandmother singing the national anthem in the other room, as she always does. You've never loved the anthem or what it stood for, but starting your morning hearing singing is nice nonetheless. Even if the woman who started her mornings with song had decided just to completely pretend you didn't exist, ignoring you at every turn. "Good morning!" You smile as you enter the dining room, Tigris and Coryo already sitting to eat.

"Morning." They both smile at you at the same time as you drop your bag down, sitting next to Coryo. "Are you excited?" Tigris asks as you reach for some apple slices. There are more fancy pastries spread out on the tray as well, but you'd much rather stick to fruit in the morning.

"I am." You grin, biting the slice in half. "A little nervous, though. I must admit."

"You don't need to be nervous." Coryo tells you, and his smile does relax you. But you know he doesn't understand. "I'll walk you to your classes, and I'll see you during our break. It'll be easy and you'll adjust very quickly."

"Aren't you nervous?" You ask, picking up your cup of tea and taking a sip. "It's your first day too."

"Not really." He shrugs, reaching up to mess with his hair. It had only been a few weeks since he cut it, but it was growing back rather quickly. "More excited."

"Oh, well, I'm excited for you too." You hum, taking another bite of your apple and smiling as he pats your leg under the table.

Pulling up to the campus after Coryo insisted that their driver take the two of you, you notice immediately that there were tons more people. Most were people around your age, which you expected. You wonder how many of them are Coryo's other friends, it would be nice to make more friends here. Just like the games. You find yourself thinking. "Safety in numbers", is what Coryo had told you. You needed allies here.

"There's a lot of people." You comment as the car comes to a stop, and Coryo gently squeezes you with the arm he has over your shoulder in the backseat, still shielded by the tinted windows.

"Yes, just stay close to me." He tells you, kissing your cheek. You nod and push the door open, thanking the driver quickly as you climb out with Coryo on your heels.

It's obvious to him almost immediately that you don't fit in. While there isn't a uniform like there was in the academy, he was still wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt- which seemed to be on par with the level of dress all the other students were donning. Mentally, he curses himself for not thinking of that. It didn't even cross his mind- all that did was that you looked beautiful. More done up than he'd ever seen you, and you don't look insecure about it, at least not immediately. Outside of what he can discern of just average nervousness as you seem to shrink in on yourself while you look out over as much of the campus as you can see.

"So, your class starts in twenty-five minutes. Usually, it's a good idea to get there early, that's what I've heard anyway." He tells you as he starts walking down the path toward the doors, and you follow quickly after him.

"How long does it take to get there?" You ask as you catch up, holding onto your bag over your shoulder.

"You tell me." He smirks, jutting out his elbow to gently nudge you. "I have you the tour, where are we going?"

"Oh." You laugh, looking around. "It looks a lot different now. Probably... ten minutes to get to the arts building?"

"About that, yeah." He nods. "In no time you won't need me anymore."

As you approach the entrance to the main building, it doesn't go unnoticed by him that you're being stared at. No doubt every other student here recognizes you, it would be jarring to see a tribute walking among them at school. Let alone be in a class with them. He wonders if they'd feel unsafe with you- he knows he would have without knowing you.

Not necessarily unsafe, considering even watching the games anyone could tell you wouldn't hurt a fly, but... uneasy, is a more accurate descriptor. It even begins to pool in his own stomach, growing more as you link your arm with his. They weren't just staring at you. They were staring at him, too.

"I'll always need you, I'm sure." You giggle, squeezing his arm.

He can practically hear all of their whispers now.

'Is that Coriolanus Snow? That District girl is all over him.'

'She's probably going to give him rabies or some other gross District plague. I won't be surprised if he starts a Monkey Pox outbreak.'

'I heard him and Sejanus Plinth went to District Twelve just for her. They probably came back half animal- no wonder he sees nothing wrong with this.'

Suddenly, he does. Your hold on him, while friendly, feels so sickeningly isolating. He pulls his arm from yours with the excuse of rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while he speaks to you. "Well, we may not always have aligning classes."

"That's true, I suppose." You agree. "An awful shame though, I'll miss being able to have lunch together."

He just hums in agreement, picking up his pace as you move through the halls and out the back exit to be able to access the art building.

"This is you." Coryo says as he stops outside the door to a lecture hall, looking inside briefly before turning his attention to you. There were a few students already inside, reading or organizing their notebooks.

"Oh, thank you." You smile at him. He didn't have much to say on the walk to your class, but you sum that up to him being in a hurry to get to his own. The art building was certainly out of his way, if you remember where all his classes were supposed to be.

"You're welcome." He says, making an effort to match your smile. He could only really focus on the stares you were getting from people walking past, making wide circles around you. You don't seem to notice as you look up at him. "I'll come back to get you after class, so just wait for me, okay?"

"I'll wait right here." You nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his chest. "I'll miss you, though."

You feel him tense up under you, and he awkwardly pats your back. You don't clue in until you hear gasps and whispering. You quickly take a step back, cheeks red.

Coryo chuckles nervously. "It's alright, uh..." He leans down to whisper to you. "They're just strict about that kind of stuff here. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." You reply, looking around and smiling apologetically at the few people still staring as they walk past.

"I should have told you, that's my fault." He admits, standing up straight before leaning down to talk to you again. "Good luck in your class. I love you, and I'll see you for lunch." He whispers and is satisfied when that brings your normal smile back.

"I love you too." You whisper back, and he grins, giving you a quick nod. "See you later."

You wave as he walks away, and you take a deep breath before walking into the lecture hall.

Now, you're presented with your second big problem of the day. Figuring out where to sit.

You scan the room quickly, deciding the easiest would be the front or second row. There were a few students already sitting down there, and one girl who was sitting alone. She had blonde hair, and red lipstick that you think would match Coryo's coat that he sometimes wears quite nicely. She looked nice.

You smile as you make your way over to the front row, sliding into the seat next to her. "Hi! My name is Y/N, what's-" You whisper, wanting to stay quiet in the already silent room and before you even finish your question she's shoving things in her bag and getting up. "Oh." You frown, looking around as she quickly moves to a different seat. The shuffle caused everyone who wasn't already looking to stare at you, so you just quickly turned to face the front.

You didn't mean to scare her off, you just thought she might want a friend if she was sitting alone, and you definitely wanted one. She didn't even look at you for more than a second.

You quietly pull the notebook Coryo had given you out of your bag, placing it on the table in front of you and looking up at the clock. There were still fifteen or so minutes until your class would start, so surely by then, someone would sit next to you.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. By the time the man you assumed was your professor entered, every other seat was taken besides the ones next to you. And behind you. There was this glaringly uncomfortable circle of emptiness surrounding you right at the front of the room. It was mildly embarrassing, but at least you didn't have to see everyone staring at you since almost everyone was behind you. But you still had the afternoon class, and the rest of the year to let people warm up to you. It would be okay.

"Okay, I hope everyone is here." Your gaze follows your professor as he shuts and locks the door. "If you're late, that's too bad. I expect everyone to be on time. This door will be locked at nine on the dot. For anyone who doesn't know me, my name is Dr. Nero."

You sit up straighter in your seat. He looks young, probably only ten or so years your senior with well-trimmed but present facial hair and a semi-casual suit. He must be relatively new to the position, and clearly, he took it very seriously.

"Alright, the department wants us to do icebreakers, so we'll get it over quickly. When I call your name on the attendance, tell us something about yourself and what your career goal is."

Shoot. You definitely didn't have any solid plans yet.

As he goes through the list, you wrack your brain for an answer. What did you want to do? Nothing specific. Maybe you'd write a book, maybe open a daycare back home where parents could leave their young ones with you by donation while they went to work. Maybe you'd be back at the library, but you really wanted to do something good with your education. You make a mental note to ask Coryo during lunch what kind of career you can have with a literature degree.

You look around, trying to remember as many names as you can as the other students answer.

"Teacher", "Artist", "Museum Curator", "Gamemaker".

Your eyes are still locked on the student who said that, a boy with dark hair and brown eyes. His name was Cancor Crane, if you remember what the professor had just called out correctly, and he was staring back at you. He was staring at you with such a vile expression that it looked like he wanted to gut you. A chill goes down your spine.

Then your name is called. You turn quickly, smiling nervously. "Hi..." You say, clearing your throat of the dryness that overtook it. "So, my name is Y/N... something about myself is that I have a cat, his name is Tybalt. Um, because my favourite book is Romeo and Juliet." You look around, then quickly back to your desk. "And I am not sure about my career, in all honesty. Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door." You shrug, smiling hopefully at him.

"Interesting." Your professor says, tilting his head at you and leaning back against his desk. "I expected your fact to be that you're a Victor."

"I- well, yes. I am." You reply nervously, twisting your pencil in between your fingers.

He hums. "Congratulations."

Congratulations on being the only one to walk away with your life.

"Thank you." You settle on, voice hardly more than a whisper.

"I've never taught a Victor before. This should be an interesting class for all of us."

You took as many notes as you could through the syllabus overview and first lecture. You were pretty pleased with yourself, everything looked organized and you felt prepared for the rest of the course- besides the textbooks that you needed to pick up. Another thing to ask Coryo about.

You don't see him at the door yet, after all, he had to walk all the way back from his class to yours and if he was let out at the same time he should be here in about ten minutes.

"Miss Y/L/N, do you mind staying for a moment?" Dr. Nero asks as the lecture hall steadily clears out. "I'd like to chat with you."

You quickly gather your things, making your way over to his desk at the front centre of the large room.

"Dr. Nero." You smile, bag tucked under your arm. "I really enjoyed today's class. I'm looking forward to the rest of the semester."

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. "Thank you."

He doesn't say anything else, and you're left wondering what he wanted you to stay for. "I just need to get my textbooks, but I have the list that you gave us so I'll see if I can grab them this afternoon. I'll have them for Wednesday." You say, just wanting to fill the silence.

"Good." He nods, leaning back against his desk and tucking his hands into his pockets. "I watched your games. When they told me that you enrolled in my class, I was immediately intrigued."

"Oh." What are you supposed to say to that? He watched you at your literal worst, that doesn't make you feel very comfortable at all.

"In a good way, I assure you." He says, sensing your nerves. "I feel as though you know more about English literature than anyone in this city. Maybe even more than me."

"I wouldn't say that..." You chuckle nervously. "I just like reading."

"Yes. With an unprecedented level of comprehension for a District-born child."

You want to scowl and argue with him about how the opinions of the Capitol citizens are based on nothing but their own superiority complex fuelled by their win in one war that cost the lives of many, but instead, you just smile and nod. "Thank you, Sir."

"Although, tributes are not given much of a chance to prove that they are more than animals when they are treated as such from the moment they arrive until the moment they die, wouldn't you agree?"

You tilt your head at him. His motivations and opinions are suddenly unclear and confusing to you. "Yes... I-I would."

"Well, I hope to learn more about your experience while we get to know each other." He tells you. "Thank you for coming."

"Yes, thank you." You say quietly, looking toward the door. "I'll see you on Wednesday."

"Yes, good luck in the rest of your classes." He nods to you, and you take that as your dismissal and head to the door. You would just have to wait for Coryo in the hall.

You wouldn't have to wait long, considering he was already there, right where he had left you earlier.

"Hi!" You smile, waving at him but being mindful of keeping your distance.

"Hello." He grins, already starting down the hall as you join his side.

"How was your class?" You ask excitedly.

"Good." He shrugs. "What about yours? That's what I'm more concerned about."

"It was good!" You smile. "I mean, I tried to talk to people but everyone was pretty quiet. And the Professor was nice. I think. He seemed fascinated by the fact that I'm a 'Victor'." You accentuate your point with finger quotations, bouncing between looking up at him beside you and ahead of you to make sure you don't walk into anyone. They seem to be keeping their distance, though.

"Of course he is." Coryo scoffs, shaking his head. "But that's what we want. He may favour you, so go along with it."

"Oh, okay."

Tigris was nice enough to pack you both lunch for the day, yours consisting mainly of fruit. Something you have noticed over the last couple of weeks you've been here is that some of the food scares you- which is something you never thought of. If you can't somewhat accurately identify what it is just by looking at it, you're tempted to steer clear. Coryo insists you'll "get used to it", something he tells you daily about a wide variety of things, but Tigris doesn't mind packing you fruit for lunch or meals you don't help prepare yourself, which you appreciate.

Even for a September day, the sun is beaming down on the courtyard so you decided to eat outside. After all, Coryo says the weather won't be this nice all winter. You rarely got snow in Twelve, so you were excited for the holidays. Secretly, you hoped you could go home for Christmas.

"It's a beautiful day today." You comment, taking a bite of the fresh strawberry you pulled from your lunch container. The strawberries here were something that shocked you as well- they were bigger than the homegrown ones back home. Not nearly as sweet, though.

"It is." Coryo nods, leaning back on his palms in the grass. "Do you like it here so far?" He asks, squinting from the sun as he looks over at you.

"I mean, I've only had one class as you know, but so far it's great." You grin. "I'm excited to actually dive into the readings and such."

"I mean, like, in general." He chuckles. "Also, I have never heard anyone ever say they were excited about homework."

"A precious, mouldering pleasure it is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think." You shrug, smiling at him as you place the rest of the strawberry on your tongue.

Coryo scrunches up his nose in disgust while you chew. "You eat the leaves?"

Quickly, you're covering your mouth with your hand to speak. "You don't?" You ask, voice slightly muffled with the slightly sour fruit on your tongue.

"No!" He laughs, shaking his head.

You swallow what remains of the strawberry in your mouth, preparing to defend yourself when you hear someone call his name. You both turn, and your eyes land on a girl with long, dark hair as she walks toward you. With the shoes she's wearing, she only slightly struggles on the grass.

"Clemmie." He smiles, quickly standing up. You follow suit, brushing the stray blades of grass off of your legs and dress while he gives her a hug. A hug? That must be allowed outdoors. "I didn't expect to see you today."

"Yeah, well, they let me out of my cage for the occasion." She replies sarcastically. She must be hot, wearing a white turtle neck in this heat. Then she looks at you, lifting up her dark sunglasses and resting them in her hair.

She has the eyes of a snake.

You're in shock for a moment, but you quickly recover. "Hello, my name is Y/N. Are you a friend of Coryo's?" You ask, extending your hand to shake. You were just happy to possibly be making friends.

She doesn't take it, something you're used to by now. "Yes, we've known each other our whole lives." She answers, looking down at your hand as you slowly lower it back to your side.

"Y/N, this is Clemensia Dovecote." Coryo says, deciding to introduce you properly, since his classmate didn't want to oblige. "She was a mentor as well."

"Oh, congratulations." You grin, biting back the sickness you felt suddenly bubbling in your stomach. "From what I have heard, even being selected for the opportunity is a large accomplishment. You must be proud."

"Yeah, well, I'd certainly be happier if my tribute won." She shrugs.

"Clemmie-" Coryo hisses at her, and she looks momentarily horrified at her own statement.

You look down, nodding slightly with a nervous smile. "It's okay." You insist, laughing slightly and pretending to readjust your scarf and tighten it around the belt.

"I didn't... Not like that. I'm sorry." She apologizes quickly after Coryo had jumped to your defense.

"No, it's alright. I understand." You tell her again, attempting a reassuring smile. "Would... would you like to eat lunch with us?"

"I have to get going, actually." Clemensia replies, looking between the two of you. "I was just on my way to my next class and thought I'd stop to say hi. It was nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You too." You grin, and she nods at you before walking away.

Your eyes stay trained on her as she crosses the courtyard, and Coryo is once again close enough to speak to you quietly so no one else would hear. "I'm so sorry, she didn't mean it like that."

"No, I know." You insist again, already sitting back down. "It's okay." You smile up at him, patting the patch of grass next to you so he would join you.

"She was supposed to be Reaper's mentor." He tells you as he rejoins you on the ground. "But... something happened before the games. She couldn't participate."

"Oh."

He moves closer. "Do you remember that day we went to tour the arena?" He asks and you nod. "And I was late, and you asked me what was wrong, and I told you nothing?"

You do remember that, and you never got answers, but you remember being worried it was your fault. You almost kissed him the night before, and you had made things weird when he just came to do something nice for you; bringing you a book and some birthday cake. You felt horrible. "Yes, I thought I had done something."

"You? No." He quickly shakes his head. "We had to write a proposal for Dr. Gaul, the head gamemaker, about things that could be done to "improve" the games. Like the bets, donations, sending food, and when we were speaking with her Clemmie got bit by one of the snakes."

You gasp, covering your mouth. He looks around, making sure no one is paying attention. Yes, people were staring, but no one would get close enough to be able to overhear.

"I thought she was dead, but they sent me straight to the arena to meet you." He explains. "And like she said, we've been friends forever so I was... quite upset."

"That's horrible." You frown, resisting the urge to reach for his hand as it sits on his lap next to you.

"Yeah." He agrees quietly. "But I saw her in the hospital after the bombing, she was alive but... different. Crazy."

"Her eyes?" You ask and he nods.

"And she was hallucinating, they wouldn't let anyone see her except me because I was there. She was angry with me because I didn't visit her enough."

"Survivors guilt." You smile sympathetically. It was a feeling you knew all too well.

"That's why she's wearing that shirt." He whispers, nodding to her just as she enters the building ahead of you. "She's got scales."

You cringe at the mere idea of it.

"I know." He laughs slightly. He doesn't look away from his hands in his lap, and while you can see he's smiling and laughing, it's doing little to convince you that he isn't upset. "It was kind of my fault, though."

There it is.

"No, most certainly not." You frown. You just want to hold his hand, surely you won't be caught if you do. You were outside, just for a moment isn't likely to get you in trouble. Especially if he was just hugging Clemensia. "Why do you say that?" You ask, settling instead for resting a hand on his arm.

"I... It's difficult to explain." He tells you, and you say nothing, willing him to continue. "So, our proposal was in the tank. Dr. Gaul told us if the snakes knew your scent, they wouldn't bite. But I wrote the paper, not her, and she made Clemmie reach into their tank and pull it out."

"That's not your fault." You tell him, gently squeezing his forearm.

"I should have stopped her. She would have hated me for telling them she didn't help write it, but none of that would have happened."

"Well, she's okay, isn't she?" You smile hopefully.

"Yes, but she just as easily could have died." He insists. "The only thing that makes me feel slightly better about it is that in a way, she saved you."

You cock your head at him, mouth falling open in astonishment. "I... what?"

He looks up from his lap to check your surroundings again.

"I put the letter you wrote to me into the tank." He whispers, and you have to lean in to hear it. "Because I knew if they knew your scent they wouldn't hurt you."

"You... never told me that." You state the obvious, retreating your hand back into your own lap. Part of you wishes he hadn't done that. They didn't quite catch you getting up into the rafters, his warning had been enough, but you should have walked to your death the following morning when you climbed down and found the note in the first place.

"I just... I don't know, I thought it would be worth more if it stayed a secret. I didn't want you to feel... indebted to me, or something." He admits. "But I'm still trying that thing where I tell you everything I'm thinking. Especially about this stuff."

You nod, putting your focus on picking pieces of grass at your side. "Thank you."

"Please don't thank me." He frowns. "I told you. I had to. I knew I loved you even then, Y/N/N."

You give your head a quick shake, already sensing the spiral it was about to fall down. "Let's not speak about this here." You mumble. "Please."

Immediately, Coryo understands. "Of course." He watches you run your fingers through the grass slowly, and realizes quickly that you are counting them. Now was not the time or place for another attack, and he felt foolish for even bringing the topic of the games up. "What books do you need?" He asks, hoping to get you in better spirits. "Anything that looks good? You said you were excited for the readings."

Your lunch doesn't feel like it lasts long enough, even though you had an hour and a half between your classes. Once you got to talking about your books, the time seemed to fly by and Coryo agreed to take you to the bookstore on campus the following afternoon so you could get all your books at once. He had a few to get as well.

He walked you to your next class, a few floors up in the same building and this time you were mindful to not hug him goodbye. He told you he loved you, very quietly, and you said you loved him too before entering the room. Another lecture hall, slightly smaller than the last one.

You mentally prepare yourself to play this game again. Where to sit, and preferably, finding someone willing to sit next to you. Looking around, you see a couple of girls in the middle of the room chatting away. They looked nice enough.

Preparing your smile as you walk up, you slide into the seat next to them. "Hi there, my name is Y/N." You grin, keeping your voice low. You really didn't want to scare them off. "Can I sit here?"

They look at each other with an expression unreadable to you, before one of them nods. "Yeah, we can't see why not."

"Oh, thank you!" You say excitedly, pulling your bag up onto the desk to grab your other notebook out of it.

"You're the Victor." The other girl comments, and you realize they're both staring at you still.

You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, nodding. "Mhm."

"So... why are you here?" The girl closest to you with a brunette ponytail asks.

"Oh, well, Coriolanus, he was my mentor, he came to visit me back home and convinced me to come study here." You explain. "I want to have a career. Help my family."

"Oh, we know him." She says, and they look at each other again, chests shaking with laughter they're attempting to conceal.

"You do?" You smile. You knew starting with his friends was a good idea, this is just a happy coincidence that you had decided to sit next to two of them already.

"Yeah, we went to the academy with him." The girl's friend explains. You notice then that they have a very similar hair colour, but hers is cut short and curled just above her shoulders. "He always had such a stick up his ass. Took everything way too seriously."

"That's what my brother said, too." You giggle. You weren't sure if they were being genuinely mean or not, but you decided to air on the side of caution. You wanted friends. "But he is truly lovely. Do you know him well?"

"You could say that." One of them answers vaguely and you just smile, tucking your bag back under the table. "Your bag is... interesting. Where did you get it?"

"Oh!" You say excitedly, lifting it back onto the table. "My Ma made it for me. Isn't it pretty?"

They laugh, and your smile fades. You thought it was very nice, made from pieces of scrapped linens that she had used in other projects, stitched together into a pattern that made up your shoulder bag. It was perfect for carrying your notebooks and pencils, you had brought it to school back home all your life.

"It's... something else." The girl with the short hair nods.

"Does your Ma hate you? That's so sad." The other girl pouts, resting her chin on her hand.

You quickly hide the bag away again at your feet. "No, of course she doesn't." You weren't sure what to say. Why were they being mean? They had been nice to you a moment ago.

"Did she make your dress, too?"

You just nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Wow, yeah, I could tell." You look down at the words, unsure as to what she could see that could be wrong with it. This was one of your favourites.

Admittedly, it was a little short on you, similar in style and colour to the one you had worn to the Capitol the first time you came. But now, looking at what she was wearing and her friend, both with button-up shirts similar to Coryo's and different coloured blazers with a matching skirt, you realize that your attire is very different. Different vastly from everyone in the room as well, as more students are trickling in.

You didn't think it mattered until now.

You don't get the chance to come up with anything in defense of your dress before she reaches out and grabs at the material of your scarf, rubbing it between her fingers. "This is the scarf you had with you in the games. It doesn't look like your mother made it, though. This is mulberry silk."

You jump a little at the unexpected contact, and they laugh. "Uhm, no, she didn't." You clear your throat. "It's a family heirloom. I'm not sure where it came from." Not entirely a lie, it just wasn't your family heirloom.

"Neat. So, where are you staying?" She asks after a moment.

"With Coriolanus and his family. They've been very kind to me." You smile. Their eyes go wide and they look at each other again.

"You mean, on the Corso?"

"Yes, that's what he told me it's called."

"Wow, you really made yourself comfortable here, huh?"

"Well," You laugh slightly. "It's been an interesting transition, but he's made it much easier. He helps as much as he can."

Simultaneously they pick up on the pink flush of your cheeks as you remember the amount of times he's come running when you had a nightmare, only to bring you water and back to his bed to sleep after. Weirdly enough, he made you feel safer now.

"Oh my god." The girl with the bob laughs. "You like him, don't you?"

"Of course I do. He's my friend." You smile, a little confused. That only makes them laugh more, and you pick up on what they were implying. Quickly, you turn even more pink in the face. "Well, I mean, um..."

"Y/N." You turn your head at the mention of your name, looking up at the girl now standing in front of you. She was smiling, and immediately seemed to have a kinder spirit than the girls you were already sitting with. "Come sit with me, Coryo asked me to save you a seat."

"Oh, okay." You nod, grabbing your things again and standing. You were eager now to get away from those other girls.

"Lysistrata, come on. We were just talking to our new friend." The girl with the ponytail pouts, and you look back at Coryo's friend. She just stares at them, something akin to a warning in her expression.

"Where do you want to sit?" You ask her, still recovering from their mildly embarrassing comment as you stand up.

She just nods toward one of the upper rows and starts walking. "It was nice to meet you." You smile at the girls nervously before following behind her.

"Oh, and Twelve?" You stop and turn when the girl with the ponytail speaks up again. "Good luck with Coriolanus, though I hate to tell you I have a head start. We're actually engaged. But like I said, good luck!"

You feel your face pale and you just nod, quickly turning away and focusing your gaze on the long dark braids belonging to the girl leading you up the stairs.

Your mind is absolutely reeling as you follow her to some seats near the back. You didn't know he was engaged. Honestly, you thought you were kind of his girlfriend. He told you he loved you not ten minutes ago, for god's sake! But maybe it had meant something different to him all along. Was this something they did in the Capitol? Because back home if you kissed someone that meant they were your one and only, but maybe that was very different here. So many things are very different here.

"They aren't engaged. Don't listen to her." Coryo's friend, Lysistrata you think her name was, says as you sit down.

You look over at her. "They aren't?"

"No." She scoffs. "Livia just thinks they're getting married because her daddy wants them to. They hardly ever even talk."

"Oh." You reply quietly, looking down the rows at the girls you were just with. That does ease your panic. "Not... not that it matters to me."

"It's okay." She smiles kindly at you. "To be honest, he hates her." She whispers. "I think you've got a much better chance. He speaks very highly of you."

You blush, smiling back at her. "I don't believe we've met properly. My name is Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." She smiles, and for the first time today, it feels genuine. "I'm Lyssie."

"Did you go to the academy too?" You ask for the sake of making conversation. She seems lovely, and you're excited at the idea of actually having a friend in one of your classes.

"I did." She smiles. "I was Jessup's mentor. Coryo and I worked a lot together during the games."

You chew on your lip, nodding slightly.

Today was just full of draining conversations.

"I'm sorry." She adds quietly. "You all deserved better."

"I'm sorry I didn't stay with him." You whisper. "I regret it every day."

"Don't. You did what you had to do, no one holds anything against you. I think you did the right thing."

You just nod, opening your notebook. You have to hope that once you get all these impossible conversations out of the way and people know you better, you'll have other things to talk about. And maybe one day, the topic won't make you want to cry, throw up, and jump off the nearest building all at once.

"He was one of the best of us. He should have won." You say quietly.

"Don't say that." She smiles sadly at you. "I'm glad it was you if it couldn't be him, and he was very sick. He wouldn't have made it much longer anyway."

"I had to go home and see his family." You felt comfortable talking to her, like she wouldn't judge you. It was a relaxing feeling. "My heart breaks for them, they're good people. And they needed him."

"You know his family?" She asks.

"Not really. We've crossed paths here and there, my Ma helps them on occasion with fixing their clothes." You shrug. "Still, though. From what I know, they try to stay in life. Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends."

"Would you happen to know their address? I would love to write to them. To apologize, that is." She explains and you smile, nodding before scribbling it down in your notebook and ripping out the page to hand to her.

"Thank you."

Another two hours, another "icebreaker", and more stares. You hoped that your classmates would eventually get tired of staring at you, you imagined it would make it quite difficult to take notes or pay attention to the lecture.

You felt almost guilty about it. Coryo didn't tell you that everyone would be so shocked but you shouldn't be surprised. Looking down at your clothes and the scarf that had almost entirely been cleaned of the blood stains it carried back to Twelve, you thought maybe it could have something to do with how you dress. Obviously, it would be distracting if you stood out so much, so maybe fitting in would be better. As much as you love your handmade clothes, maybe they would have to be reserved for time spent at the apartment or on rare days out.

Coryo is waiting outside since he got let out a few minutes early. There was no use in starting a lecture when going over the syllabus took a full hour and a half. When students start pouring out of your room, he looks at everyone waiting to see your smiling face. Well, hoping to see you smiling.

Lysistrata walks out first, and with no sign of you with her he grabs her arm to catch her before she turns the other way.

"Thank you for doing that." He says, smiling sympathetically at her.

"Of course." She grins. "She's lovely, we talked for a bit before class."

"Yeah, she is. Anyway, thanks." He nods at her, dropping her arm and with a kind nod, she's back on her way.

He counts his blessings that he had run into her after leaving you for that class a few hours earlier.

"Hey, Lyssie." He grins, stopping her in the hall as she was on the way to class.

"Coryo. How are you?" She smiles and he shrugs.

"I'm alright." He replies quickly. "What class are you going to?"

"Uh..." She looks briefly at her notes. "Geography. B217."

He sighs in relief, and she looks at him confused and lets him pull her to the side of the hall. "That's Y/N's class, would you mind sitting with her? She told me that this morning that no one would and I know she just really wants to make some friends... Could you do that for me?"

"Y/N? As in Y/N Y/L/N, your tribute?" Her eyes go wide and he nods. She didn't pay any attention to gossip and focussed more on getting from one class to another. She didn't even know that you were here.

He chews on his cheek while he waits for her to respond. If anyone was willing to make that social sacrifice, it would be Lyssie. School was never a popularity contest to her.

"Of course I can. Yeah."

When you walk out not long after her, he's quickly joining your side. Earlier, he felt so uneasy having you all over him with people watching and by now he just missed you. If he didn't know better, he would have decided he didn't care- but he has to.

"How was it?" He asks and you smile, as per usual, but he notes that now you have untucked your scarf and are instead using it to drape back over your shoulders and around your arms and back.

"It was delightful." You say happily, following his steps along the hall. "And yours?"

"Delightful?" He asks, smile tugging at his lips. He can't help it. "That wouldn't be a word I would use, but I would say it was okay."

"Okay is better than awful." You shrug.

"Certainly is." He agrees, leaning down to speak quietly into your ear in the loud hallway. "Missed my girl, though."

"Is that me?" You ask, allowing him to open the door to the building for you.

"Of course it's you." He chuckles as you pass him. "What do you mean?"

You laugh. "Well, I met a girl named Livia in my class and she told me that the two of you were engaged."

Coryo groans, letting the door fall shut as he follows behind you. "No, ew. She's... no. Absolutely not. Maybe if I planned on marrying someone I absolutely despise, then she would be the perfect candidate."

"But that's not what you look for in a woman?" You ask, turning to walk backward in front of him.

"Nope."

"I'll take your word for it." You giggle, seemingly nonchalant about Livia's apparently blatant attempts to scare you away. Coryo wouldn't let that happen, and he's glad you didn't see it that way.

He smiles at you as he rejoins your side.

"Coryo." You say, breaking up the peaceful quiet of your walk home. He looks at you. "I think I shall look for a job."

"A job?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "You don't need a job, we talked about this. Just focus on school."

"No, I know." You say quietly. "But I think I would just like some spending money, perhaps get some new clothes. Wouldn't that be nice?"

His heart sinks unexpectedly. As much as he would love to see you blending in more and embracing the culture that came with living in the Capitol, it didn't feel like that would really suit you. If he wanted a Capitol girl, he could have had one. Apparently, that's not what he wanted anymore, but the more you blended in and became "one of them" like he promised Dr. Gaul you would, the more likely people would be to accept the extent of your relationship. However undefined it may still be.

"If that's what you would like, but you don't have to work for that." He shakes his head. "I told you I would take you to the mall, the one with the ice cream shop. Maybe we can go on Friday." Friday was the first day of your weekend- the one day during the week that neither of you had any classes.

"That would be fun." You smile up at him. "I'll just have a look around, see what people are wearing. Get a better idea of what to save for."

"If that's what you want, love."

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emjiroki · 1 year

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i would love to hear what country kirishima thoughts you’re having if ya wanted to share with lil ol me 🥰

YES I WILL SHARE ALL THOUGHTS WITH YOU AND YOUR LOVELY BRAIN this got soooo long omfg I could write a fic about him I might be going crazy insane

PSA: I'm literally married to a country boy who used to raise and ride horses and build fences and all that good stuff so I'm speaking from a place of loving a real country gentleman 🤭❤️

Country Kirishima! Who you meet at the Tractor supply while picking up top soil for your flower beds. He's grabbing feed for his chickens and notices you struggling to get the large bags off the high shelf. All 6'4" of him in his worn cowboy boots strides over and politely asks if you need any help before grabbing the bags easily and putting them in your cart

Country Kirishima! Who's all sun bronzed skin and smiles as he asks you what your plans are for your flower garden, giving suggests on which mulch and fertilizer to use, and the native flowers in the area that bees love. Who helps you out by loading the bags into your trunk for you with "It's no problem, who'd pass up the opportunity to help a pretty lady" when you thank him.

Country Kirishima! Who you run into again at the farmers market a few days later, smiling so big when you come up to say hi while he's buying honey. You both get into a conversation at first about how your garden is coming along and then it morphs into just talking about your lives. What he does for a living, what kinds of animals he has, him showing you funny pictures and videos of his six chickens who he calls "his ladies", the asshole goat he deals with but loves. After an hour of you two walking around the market and then finally heading to your cars you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Country Kirishima! Who as soon as you turn your car on after you bid your goodbyes is racing back to tap on your window, leaning down with a thick arm against the edge of your door to ask with red cheeks that almost match his hair if you might want to go out with him that night. Grinning so wide while you write your number on his honey receipt cause he left his phone in his truck across the lot. Sending you off with kiss to your knuckles and a "pick you up at five sweet cheeks".

Country Kirishima! Who's at your door at five on the dot, a heavy knock on your door and wild flowers gripped nervously in his hand, a soft "mama always said pretty ladies deserve pretty flowers". Who had raced home to wash his old truck and make sure there wasn't a stitch of dirt or dust anywhere after the market (he wouldn't tell you that though and also his stomach had been in nervous knots all day)

Country Kirishima! Takes you to the "best burger joint this side of the river" to quote his excitement and then to his buddy Denki's bar for beer and dancing. He's spinning you on the dance floor until your seeing double and buying beers until your face is flushed. Being the ever respectful gentleman even as you get a bit more bold, linking your arms around his neck and swaying just a bit closer to his toned body. "Easy there little lady" he murmurs in a rough tone just barely concealing the lusty feelings burning through his veins and only heightening yours, "let's get you home yeah?".

Country Kirishima! Who only had two beers and takes you home with a giant moonlit smile, helps you step from his truck and walks you to the front door, telling you he had the best time and that he wants to see you again. Tomorrow if you'd let him. You nod eagerly (maybe too eagerly once you think about it alone later) and tell him to come back for breakfast and fresh squeezed orange juice, even suggesting slyly that he stays the night with you. He just chuckles and shakes his head, "that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me sweetheart, but I'll be back with the sunrise" tilts your head up with a calloused hand and asks if he can kiss you.

Country Kirishima! Who tastes like beer and sunshine and something that makes your heart flutter against your ribs. Oh no, you might be in love with him.

#kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #country boy eijiro #IM FALLING APART AND IN LOVE WITH HIM PLEASE IF ANYONE HAS MORE ADD ON!!!!!!#em writes ✍#em talks 👄#em x eijiro ♡

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froggywritesstuff · 5 months

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hero | mm!yandere!leonardo

ship/pairing: Mutant Mayhem!Yandere!Leo x g/n!reader

fandom: TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

warnings: yandere themes, swearing, Leo being delusional, manipulative behaviour, guilt tripping, being tied up, gags, kidnapping

word count: 1007

A/N: i only saw mutant mayhem in cinemas once like a month ago so this might be ooc. 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Leo exhaled heavily, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He whispered to himself 'you got this,' over and over like a mantra. He was so nervous, nothing could calm him down. You were in the sewers with him, he couldn't even imagine being calm. He gave up on calming his nerves, deciding to greet you as he was, jittery and giddy. He entered the secluded part of the sewers he cleared out just for you, not being able to contain his smile as he met your eyes - your mouth being covered with the gag he gave you. You didn't look as excited as he was... You were probably just confused, that was all. Once Leo explained everything, you'd be smiling in no time. He neared closer to you, frowning at the way you shuffled back toward the wall, but he rationalised that you were just too excited to meet him, and was just as giddy as he was.

"HEy." Leo internally cringed at the crack in his voice, but kept a calm face in front of you, "Sorry for keeping you tied up so long, I had to finish up some stuff with my brothers." he paused, before realisation dawned on him, "Oh and sorry for keeping that gag on you for so long," he walked your way, stopping in front of you to untie the gag, "I knew you'd be confused and I didn't want you to hurt your throat by-"

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Leo jumped back when you yelled, not prepared for your hostility.

"Hey," he looked behind him, double checking no one else was near, "Y/N, you need to keep it down, or I'm gonna have to put the gag back on, and I really don't wanna do that." he said, almost pleading with you.

"You have thirty seconds to explain to me what you think you're doing." you spat, glaring at Leo to hide the fear in your eyes. You did stay quiet, so Leo did appreciate that.

He nodded, exhaling quickly, "Ok, so we go to the same school, I dunno if you've ever noticed me, you probably haven't-"

"Yeah, I never noticed four turtle mutants at my school."

Leo instantly perked up, "So you have noticed me?" you said nothing, staring at him with a frustrated look, "Right, never mind. I- You just looked so lonely at school, I figured you needed a friend."

You scoffed, and Leo didn't miss the feeling of pure fear in your voice that you tried to cover up, "So your first thought is to kidnap me?"

Leo cringed, "Can you maybe not use that word?"

Your eyebrows raised, “Kidnap?” he nodded, "No, because it's the exact word to describe what you're doing."

”Well you’re making me out to be some kind of monster. I just…” he sighed, “I really like you and I thought I could be your friend, or something…”

”Well you could’ve been if not for the kidnapping.”

He brought his hands to his face, laughing awkwardly, “Can you stop? I’m trying to help you, it’s not my fault you’re not taking this well.” he saw your unconvinced expression and stood up, beginning to pace around the room “I’m a hero, you know I’m a hero. My brothers and I saved the city. I'm trying to do a good thing for you, and I really want you to be happy down here, with me. So can you just stop being so negative?"

You just stared at him speechless. You realised pretty quickly that you wouldn't be able to convince him that what he was doing was wrong. It seemed his mind was made up. But you also noticed that he seemed pretty determined to keep you happy, and was convinced that you weren't happy without him.

"Leo listen to me," you began, seeing the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the fact that you knew his name, "I know you think you're helping me or whatever, but you're really not. I'm fine, I really am. You-you can let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this, I swear." you couldn't stop the tears forming in your eyes. You didn't want him to know, but you were truly terrified.

He narrowed his eyes at you, "What do you mean? I-I'm helping. I don't understand why you wouldn't think that..." you opened your mouth to speak but he quickly cut you off, "I-is this because I'm a mutant?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What?"

"You just think I'm some kind of monster, don't you?" he asked, a hurt look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"Leo, you're not listening to me-" you attempted to say, but Leo cut you off again.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not a human, but last I checked, no human cares enough about you to give you this kind of help." he scoffed, turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Leo, what are you doing?" you asked fearfully, pulling on the ropes around your hands.

He turned back to meet your eyes, "If you hate me so much, I'll just leave you alone then."

You suppress a groan of frustration, "Can you just-"

Leo turned around sharply, a sharp glare sent your way, but you could still see the hope in his eyes, "Just what? If you're gonna yell at me again, I don't wanna hear it."

"I don't want to be here. You're really scaring me, and I want to go home. This isn't what heroes do, Leo." you insisted, staring deep into Leo's eyes, hoping you would reach him.

In the blink of an eye, you saw his face fall, his once tense and frustrated expression replaced with drooped eyelids, frowning lips and slumped shoulders. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity, before his lips turned upwards slightly, a calm expression forced upon his face, "It's ok, Y/N. You’re confused, you’re not used to this yet. You don't understand now, but you will soon. I promise."

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porkcracker · 1 year

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Optimus father figure headcanons and maybe grandpa ratchet headcanons with reader (platonic)

Hellow there, peak prompt. Since there isn't really any continuity specified I decided to go with some basic headcanons. Enjoy reading.

Optimus Prime/Ratchet & GN!Reader

Optimus Prime

Optimus is already such a dad

He's the father figure of basically everyone younger than him

But while he cares about his Autobots, he doesn't really see any of them as his children

Now you on the other hand, that's a whole different story

It's gradually, he doesn't even notice it at first

And then one day he just stops mid-scolding for you getting yourself into danger and realizes

Oh...I'm acting like a creator

The realization is kinda flabbergasting to him

Has he been doing that for long? Have any of the others noticed?

Had YOU noticed?

After a couple minutes it gets weird and you're thinking about getting Ratchet, when he blinks, apologises and continues

You do notice he seems to be acting a bit odd

The following days Optimus pays more attention to your interactions and comes to two realizations

Yes, the others did notice

And

You treat him like he his your creator too

He's kinda bumbed and annoyed at himself for not noticing sooner

But also so touched and flattered that you see him of all bots that way

Also a nervous wreck, if he was protective before he is now double so

Should any Decepticon even try and threaten you or similar he won't hesitate to plant that pede in that faceplate

You're basically inofficially adopted, even I neither of you actually talk about it

Ratchet

Ratchet is grumpy and old

One of these things already marks him down as grandpa material

Okay so maybe he's grumpy and sometimes all the time pretty blunt

But he also cares for everyone and is supportive in his own way

To be honest neither of you notice your relationship is different than the one you have with everyone else

Someone points it out to Ratchet and he denies it immediately

He isn't seeing you as a grandcreation

Does he worry for your safety a lot? Sure

Is he quick to treat you, if you're sick or injured ? Of course

He does that for everyone

Sure, you also have long talks together as he listens and offers advice

Okay, so he gives you snacks sometimes

And who can blame him for indulging your curiosity when you ask about him or exciting stories

...

There is a lot of cursing as he realizes that, yep, he's treating you like his grandcreation

The realization doesn't stop him

He's definitely the kind of grandpa that spoils his grandcreation

#request #transformers #transformers prime #transformers animated #maccadam #optimus prime #ratchet #tfa ratchet #tfp ratchet #tfa Ratchet #tfp optimus prime #reader #gender neutral reader #platonic #optimus prime x reader #ratchet x reader #found family

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sarahsartistportfolio · 6 months

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More self indulgence Genshin impact. I'm going start backing up my Genshin writing on AO3 because I'm really enjoying this lol and want to make more. Please be kind to me, I'm not a "fanfic writer" I'm just sharing this because I find it fun.

Brief synopsis of what this is: Mine/your first meeting with the Fontaine siblings. I just straight up include my name here so if you're also a Sarah you'll get extra enjoyment from this. Lyney suffering from love at first sight lol. A really cute paragraph of Freminet. In my little sagau fantasy this takes place after the game has ended, so just assume Lumine and Aether are reunited and everything major is resolved. OH! And female reader and no smut here, just Lyney being infatuated with you.❤

Sorry I feel like I'm talking too much, I'm new to this🙇‍♀️

love Love LOVE the idea of sagau Lyney...being being like a little nervous/awkward around you God the same could go for Heizou

But love the idea of cool, suave, a bit aloof Lyney stumbling over his words and cheeks dusting pink as soon as he sees you the new goddess of Tayvet. Just love the picture of Lyney getting all shy and nervous around you cause he's so taken aback by your beauty and kindness.

Ok so like picture this. You've been the goddess of Teyvat for like weeks now. You've already visited most of your favorites from Mondstadt, Liyue, Sumeru. So you're like "Furina I wanna visit Fontaine next" and she's super excited, starts planing out your entire schedule for your days there. And you say "I wanna see one of Lyney's famous magic shows :)" and she's like "Of course of course right after we see the trial of a double homicide we'll do that."

But like you would think its a bit rude to just show up to his show without introducing yourself first. So you send Lyney and his siblings a letter telling them in week you'll be in Fontaine seeing one of their shows and that you're going arrive early so you can introduce yourself before the show starts.

(I just love the mental image of the three siblings huddled around each other as Lyney reads off the letter whose sender is the goddess herself.)

So um next scene right. Lyney is fidgeting with putting his gloves on, his right hand a little shaky and his eyes obviously lost in thought. "Nervous?" his sister's voice startles him from his deep thoughts. "I haven't seen you this nervous before a show in many years. Its because she's going be in the audience isn't it?" Lynette bluntly points out. Lyney swiftly tries to regain his usual demur as he smoothly pulls the glove on his hand. "Of course not, I'm more concerned about Lady Furina. You know what happened the last time she was at one of our shows." And after Lynette drops the topic Lyney is low key wondering if he should double check his props, least he make a fool of himself in front of you.

As the minutes tic by you arrive early as promised. You insist Furina doesn't follow you backstage to greet the siblings with you, she dramatically sighs and tells you not to take too long.

And as your eyes meet the three siblings(as you insisted Freminet be there too) they immediately take a low bow before you. Your eyes bright and smile beaming at seeing them together for the first time.

"Its an honor to have you in attendance this evening ma dame" Lyney gracefully speaks first.

"There's no need to be so formal with me. Please call me Sarah." The smile on your face never leaving for a second as your eyes quickly bounce between Lyney and Lynette before saying "Wow you two really do look alike."

You don't forget about Freminet. Turning to him and patting his head gently. Causing poor little shy Freminet to lose his voice. "Ah I have a small gift for you Freminet." you tell him as you pull out a small gift box for the boy. "Open it." And as his shaky hands do its revealed to be a small doll automata. "You like it?" you smile back at him. But Freminet's heart is racing too quickly for him to process what is happening. He glances down at the doll then back at you and repeats this movement again and again. He can not comprehend how he was just handed a personalized gift from the goddess herself, let alone she just touched his head. His cheeks a bright red, he nods, keeping his gaze to the floor. "I'm glad." you say sweetly as you pat his head once more. Freminet continues to gaze at the doll as if he was just gifted a holy relic.

You greet Lynette with a short hug, arms around her shoulders. She doesn't dare push you away and the faintest pink blush on her cheeks is quite endearing to see. "We have to get together for tea sometime." You tell her. "There's still so many tea flavors in Teyvat I haven't tried yet. Promise me you'll brew me your favorite." And with a shy nod she agrees.

As Lyney sees you embrace his sister he assumes(no hopes) you'll do the same with him. And he's not disappointed when you turn to him and wrap him in a brief hug. His hand hovers close to your waist but decides against touching out of respect. When you pull away, but faces still close he gets a clear image of your eyes and oh wow he can see stars in them. Swirling colors of blues and violets mixing together he finds himself staring a little too long. You giggle. "Photos can't do you justice Lyney you're even more handsome in person." Lyney's eyes sparkle at your unexpected compliment, his heart skipping a beat. "Oh on the contrary mon cheri, I could have never have guessed such a stunning beauty was behind your letter." Lyney smoothly retorts, making you bashfully giggle again. And he wonders how many more times he can pull that reaction from you. Your conversation remains short but full of excitement. Lyney's eyes remain shamelessly transfixed on you.

You give the three one last sweet smile and a little wave goodbye before you turn to return to Furina, who is giving you the saddest puppy eyes saying "That took way too long."

Lynette, with her eyes in a rare soft daze looks at her hands before muttering "...She's nice." Lyney's gaze follows you as you descend the main stage back to an disappointed Furina. His heart racing from just this short interaction with you. If he had any doubts about the divine they were certainty gone by your kind presence. He becomes determined to learn more about you. A slight pink dusts his pale skin and his eyes remain locked on you as he speaks "When Sarah and Furina come backstage after the show we should invite them out to a meal with us."

Lynette's focus is now back on her brother. "What? Why would they do that?"

A mischievous glint shines in Lyney's eyes before he opens up his left palm to reveal a pearl earring.

Ah Lynette shouldn't expect any less of small trickery from her brother. She sighs "That was a bit unnecessary don't you think." And Lyney just laughs proud of himself.

At the end of the show when you and Furina are about to leave the opera house, of course you notice your beloved earring is missing. Furina dramatically gasps "Do you want me to order the staff to turn this whole place upside down for you your Grace?" "No no." You reassure her. "Let's just retrace our steps."

And you're very grateful when Lyney hands the earring back to you claiming to have spotted it on the ground after you walked away. His attention completely on you as soon as you came into view. "Thank you again Lyney, I'll try to see you again later this-"

"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight Sarah?" Lyney confidently asks without missing a beat. "To show our gratitude for attending our show."

Your gaze shifts to Lynette who shows no disagreement to her brother's proposal.

You agree and the four of you(as Furina refuses to leave your side until your head hits the pillow tonight) have a lavish five course meal at one of the most expensive cafes in the city. You try to spread your attention over the three of them equally, even encouraging Lynette to chime in as to not leave her out of the conversation. And as Furina dominates the conversation again you cant help but feel a set of eyes on you. In fact you've been feeling them on you all night. Its Lyney who not so sneakily can't help but be transfixed on you even when you're not the one speaking. Eyes soft and almost coy smile half hidden by him leaning on his hand.

As you mention you plan on spending time with Neuvillette, Lyney is secretly plotting on how to steal you away.

Hmm wonder what happens next...

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jae-bummer · 9 months

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Drink Well

Request: Hi, this is kind of a weird request but still. so i think that you know that changkyun (monsta x ofc) was on youngji's show, i wanted to request an imagine with him coming with his idol s/o bcz they're relationship was recently published (and this is optional but y/n is older and his sunbae) and they just have rlly cute moments and the staff and youngji are just fangirling and other stuff like that (u can just wing it, and also If ur comfy can changkyun call y/n noona If u do make her older and his sunbae?) Srry this is so long but i love ur writing so yeh ig byee<33

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x female reader

Genre: Fluff

You inhaled another too short breath as you balled your fists at your sides. Closing your eyes, you tried to count backwards, not entirely sure if that was one of the coping mechanisms your therapist had advised or not.

Gently unfolding your fingers, Changkyun interlaced his hand with yours. Remaining quietly by your side, you looked up at him with a sad smile. "I'm nervous."

"That's understandable," he hummed. "This is our first appearance as a couple."

You nodded slowly, chewing on your lip as you looked up at the small buzzer that would lead you up into Youngji's apartment.

"Do you regret going public?"

With the speed you turned toward Changkyun, you were surprised your neck didn't crack. "Absolutely not."

"Just wanted to double check," he smirked, squeezing your hand for emphasis. "But I promise you, this is likely one of the best places to go first."

"But you said..." you trailed. "You said Youngji...she's a lot."

"That doesn't mean she isn't kind," Changkyun cooed. "She's going to poke fun, but she understands."

You nodded again, having no choice but to put trust in your partner.

"Noona," he whispered softly in your ear, causing a shiver to make its way down your spine. "Do you need me to protect you?"

Your eyes grew wide as you swiveled toward him again.

"Are you two coming or are you going to make eyes at each other all evening?!" the small speaker box complained, making you jump.

Turning away from Changkyun's amused smirk and toward the small device on the wall, you smiled sheepishly. "Coming!"

Youngji buzzed the two of you in, and you fell behind Changkyun so he could lead the way.

"You're an absolute terror," you muttered, eye level with his butt as he traipsed up the stairs.

"Sorry," your boyfriend called over his shoulder. "I didn't catch that. It sounded an awful lot like an insult, but surely that couldn't be right."

"Oh, you must have misheard," you hummed. "I would never insult you, jagi."

Coming to a halt at the top step, he hit you with one of his mischievous grins. "I'm like a plant that needs to be watered. I need at least five compliments a day to sustain my existence. Insults only make me wilt."

"And who am I to keep you from hitting your daily quota?" you said casually, trying to bite back a giggle. "Your hairstyle today really makes your nose look smaller."

"Ah, yes," he nodded. "You really make me feel like I'm thriving."

Pushing him playfully in the arm, you both erupted into laughter.

"I WANT TO LAUGH!" a familiar voice cut through.

Looking up, you were surprised to find your host for the day with her door already open. She grinned widely at Changkyun before her eyes settled on you. "Y/N!"

"Youngji!" you laughed, only slightly taken back by her direct manner.

Launching forward, she clutched your hands in hers, eyes round as she spoke quickly. "I'm so excited to have you here. It's fine that you brought Changkyun, but I want you to know that you're who I really want to talk to."

"Thanks," you heard Changkyun deadpan. Sliding off his shoes, he waddled his way around the two of you, and set the brown paper bag full of drinks you had brought on the table.

"Ah, you know I'm kidding!" Youngji gasped. "Don't be so moody!"

"I wouldn't be moody if your jokes were better," Changkyun said, mocking Youngji's whiny tone.

"I can get Y/N to slap you now," Youngji said sternly, throwing a thumb in your direction. "I have no qualms with violence."

"Hey, hey," you laughed, stepping between the two. "I don't need my boyfriend fighting my newest friend."

"Oh my gosh," Youngji cooed, bringing her interlaced hands to her heart. "I don't know what part I'm more excited about, being your friend, or finding out all about your relationship!"

""All about" is not the intention here," Changkyun hummed, plopping onto the bench on the opposite side of the table. "Finding out a little will be more than enough."

Doing a happy dance, Youngji motioned for you to sit beside Changkyun. You took the cushion directly to his right and smiled. "We brought some things."

Youngji nodded as she began to shuffle through the bag. "I love it when guests bring hangover cures."

"It's necessary," you laughed. "I'm not getting any younger and hangovers stick with me all day. He can drink until the sun rises and feel nothing at all."

"Not that I do drink until the sun rises," Changkyun said, cutting his eyes at you.

"Oh, that will be the rumor we'll run with today then," Youngji giggled, pulling out a bottle of rum you had picked out. "What's this?"

"A rum I like to drink at home," you nodded. "I figured I would bring something I was used to."

"So, you can drink well and watch us fall apart?" Youngji gasped. "You villain!"

"No, no," you laughed, holding your hands in the air between the two of you. "I think everyone will drink it well."

After pouring drinks and laying out some food from the day's sponsors, Youngji settled into her chair. Setting her elbows on the table, and her chin in her palms, she looked at the two of you adoringly. "I have never seen a better suited couple."

"Thank you," you laughed, looking towards Changkyun who already had a mouthful of food. "That's nice to hear."

"I'm sure you've been getting all the positive and negative since you two have gone public," Youngji nodded.

"Mmm," Changkyun agreed. "There's been a lot of beautiful commentary from fans. Other things I've read, I'd rather forget about."

"It shouldn't matter as long as the two of you are happy," Youngji clucked, taking a swig of her drink. "Now, how did you meet?"

You looked to your lap, your face already heating. You knew that these types of questions would come up today, but no amount of preparation could have gotten you ready for your real time feelings.

"She's your sunbae," Youngji said mischievously. "Was it formal when you met for the first time?"

"I was her fan," Changkyun said with a small smile. "We first met at an awards show backstage. I asked one of my members who had met Y/N before to introduce us."

"He was so shy," you giggled, remembering the moment fondly. "And stiff. I tried to make a joke to lighten the mood and he laughed so loudly that one of the PD's called for him to quiet down."

"You were trying to impress her!" Youngji gasped, looking accusatorily at Changkyun.

"Of course, I was!" he groaned. "You would too!"

"I would," Youngji smiled, abashed.

"Stop," you laughed. "I've just been in the industry a little longer. It doesn't mean I'm intimidating."

"Speak for yourself!" Changkyun argued. "You see your face every day in the mirror, I don't know why you're surprised!"

This caused the small congregation that made up Youngji's crew to giggle.

"See!" Changkyun continued, motioning toward them. "You have a certain effect on people."

"I'm pretty sure they were laughing at how cute you were being," Youngji corrected.

"You're very cute," you agreed. "But you come off so serious at first."

"What happened after you were introduced?" Youngji poked.

"I blacked out and somehow asked her to exchange numbers with me," Changkyun smirked.

"You didn't black out," you said with a startled laugh. "You sent your manager back after you had already left."

"You couldn't do it yourself?" Youngji chided. "What kind of man are you?"

"A nervous one!" Changkyun whined, taking a long drink. "I couldn't handle potentially being told no."

"Who texted who first?" Youngji asked.

"Funny story about that," you grimaced.

"She pocked dialed me," Changkyun said, his expression immediately brightening. "I had a missed call when I checked my phone and saw it was Y/N. I was so excited when I called back and she said, "Oh, no. I didn't call.""

This caused the entire room to burst into noise. The ever-present heat on your skin seemed to grow even warmer. Burying your face in Changkyun's shoulder, you shuttered with silent laughter.

"I was too proud to just accept being blown off," Changkyun continued. "So I told her that she should call me purposefully next time."

Leaning away from your boyfriend, you hiccuped. "As soon as he hung up, I called him back."

"Oh my gosh," Youngji cooed. "And the rest was history?"

"Pretty much," you confessed. "From that night, we talked on the phone quite often. During our schedules, we'd text a lot. Then we finally decided to start meeting."

"What made you decide to go public with your relationship?" Youngji asked, growing a bit serious as she listened in earnest.

"Slinking around and hiding something that you feel so strongly is tiring," you sighed.

Changkyun nodded, taking your hand in his. "Not just tiring, but almost...dehumanizing?"

"Because everyone deserves romantic love," Youngji nodded along as well. "And to feel like you don't because of your profession...that makes total sense."

"Having to bundle up and pretend I wasn't myself when I wanted to go to his apartment," you said quietly. "Or having to get private rooms at exclusive restaurants. There was honestly no in between."

"Do you think it was worth it though?" Youngji asked, genuinely curious.

"I think so," Changkyun said quickly, looking toward you as he awaited confirmation.

"I do too," you agreed. "I love him. I want everyone to know that I love him. He deserves to have everyone know."

"Aigoo," Youngji chimed, hugging herself. "I suddenly feel very, very single."

You smiled, letting out your first deep breath since you had arrived at the building. Changkyun was right. Youngji got it and didn't poke fun at the idea of the two of you feeling the things you did. Whether the world would agree when they watched her show was another question, but that was a worry for another day.

Who cares what everyone else thinks? You were living your life for you.

Today was meant for getting drunk and being happy.

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creativepawsworld · 4 months

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Silence - Chapter 54

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana is in labour. Will Tommy return in time for the birth of his child? Will John have to step up and deliver his future niece or nephew?

Warnings = Language...Grammar...Virginity losing mentioned...Alcohol consumption... Prostitution mentioned...Child Birth...

Word Count = 1,874

Note = I know it's dragging and I am so sorry. Hoping to get back in the swing now. Guess am nervous to write after leaving it so long. I liked this chapter as it shows the relationship between John and Ana and I think that's adorable personally. I'm also a C-Section mum who never experienced labour pains so I tried!

“That’s impossible it’s too early John,” I hissed hearing the words he said to Arthur who was still sitting on top of the table confused, by the request. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and, a glass in the other.

“I’ve seen the signs, Ana, I am a father myself. Arthur go now and find Esme too” John demands getting up and walking towards me. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly in support. “How are you feeling? Is it like a tightening?” He asked softly, a gentle look on his face.

“More like a pressure” I exhale slowly, trying to stand up straight. I was getting nervous, and scared. Not only was it too early but Tommy was nowhere to be found and there was no way I was having this baby unless I knew where Tommy was. I heard a rustling, noticing Arthur's back as he left through the green doors in search of the women of the Shelby family.

“Do you feel like you have to push?” John asked rubbing my shoulders, his voice easy and kind. I knew it was to help me relax but that wasn’t happening right now. I was in no way ready to relax or to have this baby.

“I…I don’t know” I whispered, my hand resting just on the under part of my bump. "I mean maybe, the pressure is all pushing down on me"

“Alright, come on into the house, we need a bed for this” John nodded ushering me back towards the green double doors Arthur had just left through and into the Shelby dining room. But we didn’t stop there. He walked slowly with me through the house, speaking calmly as we made our way up the stairs and into Tommy’s old bedroom.

The green wallpaper and single bed caused memories of the night I lost my virginity to the man I had fallen head over heels in love with in this bedroom to enter my mind. The memory brought a happy, calming feeling to take over but it only lasted a few moments before another contraction hit.

“Now I’ll be honest Ana I haven’t a clue what I am to do now” John chuckled unsure, scratching the back of his head, a nervous look on his face. “But just lay back on the bed, breathe and try to relax”

“I can’t relax, Tommy is missing. How can I relax?” I asked glaring at him as I rubbed my bump. I sat down on the bed, ignoring his advice to lie down. “Where is he, John? The mission was a success. Campbell is dead, no one could have possibly told on him. Where is he? Where did he go?”

“I wish I knew Ana. But we have men out looking for him, I promise we will find him and he will be back in time to meet this new little Shelby” John tried to assure me with a nervous smile on his face.

“And if he is not?”

“We are not going to think of that now, are we? No” John raised an eyebrow looking around Tommy’s old bedroom. It was clear he was uncomfortable being in this situation but he knew he couldn’t leave. If he was right and I was in labour, I couldn’t be left alone. Not when I was this vulnerable.

“John, I’m scared” I confessed my true feelings as I rubbed my stomach, grimacing at the tightening feeling I had every so often.

“Nothing to be scared of, this is exciting. We were successful at the Derby and now we have a new family member to welcome. It's a good day for the Shelby family,” John tried to put a positive spin on the situation, sitting next to me and taking my hand into his. “I know it's hard, but I remember Polly telling me how dangerous stress is to a baby so please Ana, for my little niece or nephew…”

“I know, I know” I nodded squeezing his hand as I tried to relax.

“You know, I almost married Lizzie” John chuckled looking over at me with his blue eyes. They were not as blue as Tommy’s but they were still pretty. Full of life. Full of mischief.

“Lizzie Stark?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows and looking over at him.

“Yeah, Lizzie Stark. Asked her and she accepted and all” John nodded “I wanted a mother for my kids. They were running rings around me. Out in the street without shoes, chasing off nanny after nanny. I couldn’t keep up. I believed a mother would see them right,”

“What happened?”

“Well as you know she was a woman of a particular career choice. She serviced shall I say Tommy and myself. I thought she would do, she was a woman, she gave me bloody good orgasms and she said yes” John chuckled. I couldn’t help but grimace as he mentioned the pleasure he received from her.

“I told the family and they fucking laughed at me. Belly laughs but ultimately they were right” John sighed “Tommy did a test with her. She promised to change her ways but she lied. She was willing to service Tommy one more time even though she said yes to me… She also had other men she was keeping on, I felt like a fool” John looked over at me, squeezing my hand. “You weren’t an option at this point by the way. I don’t think you were anyway. Tommy hadn’t got his claws into you yet”

John’s words made me laugh, his story keeping me occupied as I listened to his words carefully. I didn’t know John was once engaged to Lizzie, I knew she had serviced both brothers but I didn't know she almost married one, that was new.

“I sat on this bed with our Tommy after finding out the truth. Realising Lizzie wouldn’t change,” John chuckled pointing at the chest of drawers near the bed. “He had a pipe there and I got so fucking high to deal with the pain. Not because of Lizzie’s betrayal, I suppose part of me expected that but for the loss of my wife. For the fact my kids were growing up without a mother and I had no control”

“Oh John,” I whispered squeezing his hand. My grip getting tighter as a contradiction rippled through my abdomen.

“Tommy was such a hard ass as you know, he came in gun drawn thinking I was some fucking, some fucking nobody I don’t know. He sat next to me, like I am with you now and we talked about our younger selves. Making jokes, connecting like we used to. He talked about our grandfather, now our grandfather was a right ole stingy git, worked every day of his life but not for honest money. He swindled and stole, apples don’t fall far from a tree you know. Tommy put on the voice he did when we were kids, imitating him, our grandfather,”

“But the reality was we weren’t kids anymore. Not anymore. And that hit hard that night. But that night he promised, our Tommy promised that we’d always look after each other, no matter what. And I want to make that promise with you to Ana” John turned looking at me directly in my eyes, holding my hand “No matter what happens, we have your back, you hear me?”

John’s words had me feeling emotional as I nodded looking at him. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had lost James but had gained a brother with John and Arthur. A sister with Ada. I had lost my best friend but appeared to have gained three more.

“I know your memories of this bedroom are much, much different than mine” John nudged trying to lighten the conversation once he noticed I was getting emotional. “Eh, eh” He teased playfully causing me to blush. He wanted me to be laughing and smiling, not upset or stressed.

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John and I remained in the room for the next hour, Arthur had yet to return with either Polly or Esme. I could tell John was beginning to panic at the idea of having to deliver the baby himself, he even considered taking me to the hospital which I refused. I wanted to be here in case Tommy returned. This is where he would go I just knew it.

The contractions were coming thick and they were coming fast. I was in a lot of pain, sweat had covered my forehead. John tried to cool me down with a wet cloth dabbing it along my head, face and neck as he told me stories from his childhood in hopes of distracting me and making me feel better. But the reality was quicker starting to set in. If Polly didn't arrive soon, John would be delivering this baby.

The contractions were coming quicker, almost every few minutes. I could see by John's reaction he was about to pass out. But he held his nerve well. Feeling the need to push, I knew I had to remove my underwear, John closed his eyes as I lay back legs spread, he was preparing himself to look when Polly came rushing through the door.

“GET OUT” She yelled, John not having to be told twice fled from the room no doubt going to sink an entire bottle of the finest whiskey. I believe that may have been the longest hour and a half of his life. “You okay love? How fast are they coming?”

“Too fast Polly, god it hurts” I groaned, Polly removed my underwear. Checking between my legs to get a good look at whether or not the baby was ready to be delivered. As she was checking, the door opened once again and Esme walked in with a small smile.

“A new baby eh?” She smiled coming over to hold my hand.

“Esme I need towels and boiling water now” Polly demanded rubbing my legs. Esme nodded leaving the room to get everything that was needed to deliver the newest member of her family.

“Tommy? Is Tommy here?” I asked breathing heavily, glancing down at Polly who made eye contact between my legs.

“Don’t be worrying about that right now you need to be worried about welcoming the newest Shelby” Polly smiled continuing to rub my legs. “You're very close my dear, very close indeed”

The next few hours passed in a blur. Polly was between my legs, and Esme was at my head coaxing me through it. The breathing, my screaming, the pain, both women were honestly a godsend. After what felt like an eternity, a baby’s cry was heard echoing off the walls of the room.

I had tears of joy and relief spilling from my eyes as I tried to sit up and take a peek. I didn’t have to wait long as Polly brought a baby wrapped in a towel towards me, resting the newborn on my chest. Looking down I noticed a tiny little head, with a mop of dark hair and bright blue watery eyes as they cried softly, looking for food.

“Congratulations Mama, it’s a beautiful baby girl”

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 6 months

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Peaches and cream (leefelix)

"Oh come on! You cheated, you must have cheated!", "I did not!", "you threw turtle shells at me at the finish line!". Felix fake cries and whines, shaking the wii controller in his hands as he pouts and purses out his lips and you laugh full chested but also almost feel bad for him. Almost. It's not your fault he sucks at Mario Kart but still is so seriously competitive about it! You can let him win and gaslight him into thinking it was all his own doing for only so much time! You playfully pat his shoulder with fake sympathy and bat your eyelashes at him, "I'm sorry Fefi, you have to accept that you're just not that good", you snicker and he sticks his tongue out at you before taking a sip from his long forgotten iced peaches and cream tea, which he flinches at, squinting his eyes as he makes a disgusted face:"yikes, it turned into room temperature melted whipped cream and sugar, ewl", he comments, sliding the plastic cup away from him, even pushing it on the side with his foot as you guys both sit on the floor, your backs resting against the edge of the couch behind you. You chuckle and offer him some of your water but he refuses politely so you just take a sip and then sigh contently.

Mild spring afternoons were your favourite, spring break was nearing and your free afternoons were either spent quietly studying at Felix's place or going on walks and shopping sprees with him or just laying on his floor just talking and talking, enjoying each other's company. Your friendship was almost a decade long, you were so comfortable and close many thought you two were dating even though it never crossed either of your guys' mind. Or so you thought.

Something subtle and quiet had been bubbling up inside you lately. Maybe it was the way his presence was always so peaceful and warm, his support stable and reassuring throughout your most recent years struggling through college, maybe it was the calmness and positivity he radiated through your hardest, most uncertain times of your early adulthood that had been making you thinking about him differently.

You weren't too sure about your feelings, you just knew you sometimes found yourself staring at the way his platinum blonde hair caught the sunlight, giving him the ethereal look of an angel, and the way his deep brown eyes just always looked so kind and somehow melancholic, the way he would smile and his entire face would lit up. It was the tiny details, really. It's not like you never counted the freckles on his face or stared in awe at the twinkle in his eyes or never melted a little at the sound of his morning baritone voice. You were always well aware of all that, it was just that lately everything had started to seep a little further into your thoughts and you felt some sort of yearning, a languor for him that wasn't there before.

"So, are you excited about your date next week?". Oh yeah. There was the infamous date. You were actually so nervous about it but for all the wrong reasons. You turn to Felix with a frown, shrugging your shoulders, "I wouldn't use the term excited, to be honest", "how come?", he asks, tucking his legs beneath him as he fully turns to you, resting his elbow against the couch, one hand sifting through his hair as he intently listens to you, giving you his full attention, "well… Three reasons. First of all I only agreed to it because he was being so persistent, second of all it's actually Rebecca's idea, this whole thing, she set it up cause he's her boyfriend best friend and I guess she got tired of me complaining about her never introducing me to her other friends so she thought the double date she initially planned would fix it. But I did not enjoy it one bit. She was all over her boyfriend and this guy would not stop talking about himself not even for a second. He barely asked my name and was a bit rude to our server at the restaurant… ", you trail off and Felix nods as a way of gently prodding you on, he frowns at the mention of your friend's friend mannerism and knits his eyebrows together when he sees you're now avoiding his gaze and have stopped talking altogether:" what's the third reason?",he asks and you nervously pull at your fingers, trying to gather the courage to reveal something even your other best friend Rebecca doesn't know, much less Felix, "I never been kissed. I never had my first kiss. Ever".

You should've known Felix really isn't the type of guy who judges and talks down to anyone so it doesn't come as a surprise when he keeps a straight face, he's almost unphased, you could say, if not for the slight single eyebrow raise, "okay? And I guess you don't want this guy to try and make any move on you? You don't want him to be your first kiss, which is understandable", he says calmly and you nod your agreement, "y-yeah. And I know I sound so pretentious and it is my fault I never had my first kiss and I know it's stupid cause really it is just a freaking kiss-", you pause your rambling, smiling bittersweetly at your own worked up self, "but it's just… I know it's meaningless in the grand scheme of things but I don't want to waste something I will only get to experience once for the first time with someone I don't really care about. Who's also really not my type. I should've gotten it over and done years and years ago but I guess I'm a super later bloomer", you chuckle, and again, it's that bittersweet kind of regretful chuckle that escapes your lips.

Felix smiles sweetly at you and shakes his head lightly, "there is no set time for anything, y/n. You are in your twenties and you never been kissed, so what? Plenty of people haven't either. It doesn't matter", he runs his hand through the front of his hair, pushing it back in that usual way that exposes his forehead and you catch a glimpse of his freckles up there, the faded dark roots at the base of his hair line, you blink a few times, trying not to get too mesmerized at how even the simplest, most normal things about him make him look so beautiful,"I like that you said you only get it to really experience it once, cause it is true. Things are only new until you get to try them and you must cherish that. You must make them feel precious to you. Just don't let them also get you stuck in super set ways",you nod at his wise words as he pauses, thinking about how much you like hearing about his perspective on things.

"I had my first kiss when I was 17 and everyone in my class already had it by the time they were 14 and I did not like it, but that's okay", he chuckles at the memory and you tilt your head to the side, smiling at him, "you never told me about it. How was it? Was the girl not nice to you?", you ask, resting your arms on top of your knees as you pull your legs closer to your chest, "oh no, she was nice. She was lovely. I think it happened at prom or something",he pauses again, the look on his eyes a bit dreamy, a bit distant as he reminisces of those times long gone, and he giggles softly and you notice the slight blush on the top of his cheeks as if he's feeling a bit embarrassed at the memory, "I think we were dancing to a slow song or something and I believe she was expecting me to make the first move so I kind of did, not knowing she had just had some of the garlic pizza they had for us from the food catering".

Your eyes go wide in anticipation and your jaw drops which makes Felix giggle even more, "oh my god", you manage, stifling a giggle yourself, "hahaha yeah it was tragic. You know how I sometimes also don't really think before I say things? Well, I told her. I saw she was leaning in again and I stopped her and told her she smelled of garlic and I really couldn't, I really wanted to make her happy and kiss her again but I couldn't and it was so awkward. She kind of understood and didn't go for it again but as soon as the song ended she left with her friends".

As much as it pains you to laugh at him you just cannot contain the full chested giggle that erupts from you but your glad to see him laughing with you, just as much. "Sometimes things just don't go our way", Felix says once you've both calmed down, "stuff like this happens when it's supposed to happen and you just have to kind of go with it. Don't put so much pressure on yourself and the hypothetical person who's going to kiss you first, it'll be okay. I survived, I survived a full on garlic clove", he assures you and you both giggle again.

A comfortable silence settles in for a moment, you rest your cheek on top of your arm and sigh, reflecting on his words: you know damn well he's right through and through, you just wish you could help the blooming nervousness tugging at your insides. Because you know, realistically speaking, that no other guy will be as understanding and caring as Felix is, you've avoided dates and guys in general cause you subconsciously knew they would've made fun of you for being so unexperienced. Either that or they'd taken advantage of you.

"Do you think I should give this guy a chance?", you ask after a little while, lifting your head up and tucking your hair behind your ears, "you could. He might have been just trying to impress you when you went on that double date. If you end up not liking him even a little bit, you walk away, especially if he tries to do something you don't want him to do", he replies, smiling reassuringly at you. Maybe you should just follow his advice. Maybe finally going out with someone else will get rid of that blooming languor you feel for Felix. "You look like there's still a lot troubling your pretty little head", he adds then, studying your face, searching your eyes for something that you can't quite pin point, you laugh nervously and shrug, "I guess I'm just nervous. That's all. I won't force anything to happen between us, if I do end up going on that date, but part of me is still a little scared I guess", "what scares you?", he asks quietly, scooting closer to you, "messing up. Not knowing what do to and making a fool of myself cause I just never dated anyone, cause my ninth grade boyfriend doesn't count", you confess, laughing half heartedly at the silly little memory of what were basically ice cream play dates with that kid from your chemistry class that only lasted a few weeks.

Felix playfully nudges your shoulders and smiles that radiant smile at you, the one that could melt ice on the spot, "you won't mess up. Kisses have no particular technicalities, it'll come natural to you in the moment", he says giggling fondly at you, but when he sees that genuine worry and unease on your face he stops and just looks at you for a moment, kind eyes taking in your features one by one, "I can be your first kiss", he suggests, his voice low and firm but still sweet. Your heart skips more than a beat then, and you try your best not to let it show, "wha-what?, he shrugs and smiles cheekily," I'll kiss you if it means it'll make you feel a little less scared, I can see this is weighting down on your heart quite heavily and I hate seeing you so sad and nervous. I'd rather not take this away from you, not take the surprise element away from it but I'd also rather you experience it with someone you can trust and that cares about you so you can be be done with it than have you living with the highest expectations only to have them destroyed by someone who you're not so keen on".

You have to subtly pinch the skin on your forearm to make sure you're actually awake. You stare at him with eyes so wide you're afraid they're gonna pop off, you swallow down the sheer nervousness in your tone before daring to speak up again, "you-you would do that for me? Where's the catch? ", you try to sound light hearted and cheerful, not at all like your heart literally just stopped functioning for a second, you put on your best smile and he laughs cheerfully as well, "there is no catch. You get to over come your fear and be done with this once and for all and I get to kiss a pretty girl. That's it."

The way he slipped that compliment in there makes your heart rate pick up again but you don't have time to dwell on it because Felix is already leaning in. Oh god. Oh god this is happening. You psyche yourself into firmly convince your heart you're not going to pass out but as soon as you see Felix close his eyes and barely parting his lips you freak out and bend your head down cowardly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I - sorry", you mumble, feeling your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as you breathe out loudly, shaking your head in frustration, but he only smiles patiently at you, "that's okay, take your time", he instructs calmly, his voice so warm and low and soft all at once. He waits for you to lift up your head again slightly and squints his eyes at you, and there's that twinkle in them, there's that softness you wish you had the words to describe, "can I touch your face?", he asks quietly, barely brushing your cheek with his fingertips, "I'll just hold you gently, like this", he continues, cupping your chin and then your cheek again, thumb brushing the blush on your skin, "mmmh, y-yeah", you nod briefly, appreciating the way he's trying to make you feel more comfortable while still giving you a little space to breathe and regain your composure, which you do. Finally forcing down the knot in your throat and looking up into his eyes: "you wanna… Uhm.. - you wanna try that again? ", you offer, your heart beating so fast It drowns out the sound of your own breathing.

Pillowy soft. Like impalpable cotton. Felix's lips are on yours in the most delicate kiss. And then they're on top of yours, his top lip gently tapping your bottom one until your tongue meets his. The tip of his nose presses into yours until he angles his chin slightly to the side and his tongue flicks on your palate as he inhales deeply. He tastes faintly like peaches and whipped cream from his tea earlier and he smells like soap and like his expensive cologne, a hint of the brownies you had baked that morning.

You feel his hand still warm on your cheek he caresses it once, his lips full and sweet on yours once more. And then it's all over in what both feels the quickest and the most eternal second ever. You are flabbergastated and breathless from the adrenaline but you barely catch the stupor that flashes so fast in his eyes before they turn to their former melancholic selves as he lets go of you.

"Wasn't so scary now, was it?". Felix shrugs like nothing happened and looks as unphased as ever. He smiles briefly at you but it doesn't seem to reach his eyes. You nod and look down at your hands, the pictures of the moment you and him just shared burning deep in your head.

When you get back home that night you feel like crying for no reason at all.

Part 2, anyone?

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FIGURE YOU OUT (1)

SUMMARY: As Spider-Man's older sister it's your responsibility to make sure he comes home no matter the state. It's also your responsibility to question strangers who claim to be versions of him from other dimensions.

PAIRING: Miguel O'Hara & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 7,793

WARNINGS: Angst, enemies-to-lovers adjacent (if that makes sense???), minor descriptions of injury, heavy alcohol use, mention of vomiting, inappropriate language.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY SO this was originally supposed to be a hefty one shot but after much consideration I've decided it's going to read best as a series so you're getting not one but three parts! Hopefully y'all like it 'cause this is my first time writing for Miguel and I'm kind of nervous? :')))

CHAPTER LIST / NEXT CHAPTER / MASTERLIST

“May, for the millionth time I’m not—“

Before you can even finish, Aunt May’s hands are on her face, pushing on the frustrated expression that laces through her features. She’s annoyed, as per usual. Exhausted, just like the pale and veiny hands that rest beneath the dimness of your dining room light, pulling at wrinkled skin.

“I just think he’d be good for you, you know? Harry’s nice and attractive and—”

“Norman Osborn’s son?”

“Okay, but it’s not like the boy’s anything like his father.”

“That you’re aware of.”

She opens her mouth, a small huff releasing straight from her chest, knowing already you’ll never budge. You’re too stubborn like your father —like her nephew who so effortlessly had a counter for every argument he wound up tangled in. Like you, he’d fight to the death for every little thing and she knows it, causing her to merely frown.

“Fine, fine but just know you’re missing out. He’s a real catch.”

You scrunch up your face, resisting the urge to gag knowing how much May chastises you for being childish. You’re an adult now, act like it! You practically hear the words echoing through your mind as you reach for the glass of wine in front of you, gripping the stem tightly as you take a huge gulp.

“Okay then, if not Harry, are there any other men?”

You almost cough into your glass, unprepared to answer. Sure there were men. Here and there you’d had some dates and flings and almost, maybe boyfriends. You played the field like any other twenty-something woman in Brooklyn trying for their shot at love by going out to bars or hopping on dating sites. Like everyone else, you scrolled through the endless faces and bios, picking and choosing your fave ones; having moments of is this the one with far too many boys who turned out to be nothing more than just a memory.

So yes and no, you decide, telling May the latter, knowing if you choose the former she’ll get too excited and start asking questions.

“You know you’re not getting any younger, kid.”

“I know.”

You also know that you should be offended. You should be pissed off or annoyed —any sort of negative emotion but all you feel is exhaustion, considering you have this conversation at least once a week. Sometimes twice if you have to drop by May’s or the shelter.

Every time she sees you it’s as if she needs to put this pressure on you. To throw this burden on your shoulders so that she isn’t the only one thinking of it. Because if you’re thinking about it maybe you’ll do something about it, right?

“You should find someone to love —to settle down with.”

You want to. More than she knows. It’s lonely here in New York, living in your busted-up one-bedroom apartment with a brother who’s never around. Day in and day out you’re forced into a space of solitude you never asked for, moving aimlessly from bedroom to subway car to office and back again.

It’s not ideal, especially when you have to watch Peter and his double life. Sure, it’s stressful —a burden sometimes more often than not, but at least it’s exciting. At least there’s substance.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed soon. The lab needs me early for testing,” you lie, smiling tiredly, hoping that May won’t notice.

This time she doesn’t. Or at least, she feels worn down enough not to ask questions. A fact you’re thankful for as she nods her head and kisses your face, saying her usual goodbye before scurrying out the front door with a wave.

When she’s gone you let out a heavy breath, running your fingers through the roots of your hair. You’re not sure how long you can keep living this way. Flowing from place to place like an aimless ghost. It hurts too much knowing all the potentials. All the crazy things waiting for you just outside your door. More than anything you want to experience them —to live them just like Peter.

Secretly, you think you want to be like Peter. To be looked at —adored or hated, it doesn’t matter. Desperately, you want a pair of eyes to look at you as something other than you: a tired lab assistant just trying to survive. You want someone to see you, to know your worth in a way that doesn’t involve Petri dishes or DNA swabs.

You want to feel needed, you decide. Not in a life-changing way per se. More needed in the sense of being someone’s first choice like MJ is for Peter. To have that one person you can rely on and vice versa no matter the circumstance. A ride or die.

The thought makes you groan into the base of your hands as you pull at your roots, the vibrations against your skin making you pull away. It’s only eight and, embarrassingly enough, you’re ready for bed, your body weighing down in the chair you currently reside in. Already your eyes are starting close, their function slowing decreasing by the second as you reach for your glass of wine and down the rest in one gulp.

It’s disgusting but regardless you pour yourself another, already knowing you’ll need it to actually go to bed.

You don’t sleep well when Peter’s out.

Blinking tiredly you pull your phone out of your pocket and shoot him a quick text. Are you good?

You don’t expect an answer but still worry when you don’t get one, causing your body to twitch as you continue to sit, downing glass after glass until the bottle’s empty and your head starts to feel like it’s swimming through molasses.

By then it’s nearing nine. The lights of the city shine brightly through your window as you blink and rub your eyes, taking one last dizzy glance at your phone to see that Peter’s replied.

He’s fine. What’s your address?

Scrunching up your face, you stare at the words in front of you, sounding out each letter so many times that it begins to blur in your mind. He’s fine, you read, knowing for a fact that Peter would never talk about himself in the third person.

He’s not that weird.

Quickly, you disregard your rule of no phone calls in favour of answers, listening to the dial tone for a good minute before the other end crackles to life and a sigh pushes through.

“Pete, what the fuck are you talking about?”

You can feel your older sister instincts kicking in. Every worrying thought pushes itself through your brain right out of your ears to make room for a rage you haven’t felt in forever. Almost instantly it burns you from the inside out, attacking your chest with hot, heavy beats that have you standing from your chair and moving towards the front door in a rush.

As you do, the voice on the other end mumbles something you don’t quite catch, prompting you to yell.

“Excuse me? Who are you? And why do you have my brother’s phone?”

“My name doesn’t matter.”

It’s a man on the other line. An older one that sounds almost as angry as you.

“Listen here, pal, I swear to god if you don’t tell me—“

“Peter’s fine. He’s a little banged up but we’ve got it under control. Just give us your address and—“

“We? Who’s we? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Instead of listening to your demands he just groans again and asks for the address, making you groan right back and give it to him, too overwhelmed to care that some stranger and his friends have decided to take Peter into their mysterious hands.

After that he hangs up the phone without a goodbye, prompting you to respond with an angry growl that has you stomping all over the house in preparation for guests you weren’t prepared for.

“Stupid fucking piece of shit,” you mumble drunkenly, pacing back and forth through your small living room, unable to sit still knowing that something happened.

Something happened and you weren’t there to help, like usual. A thought that eats you up inside every time this happens because what can you do? You can’t fight crime like he can —you don’t have powers. You can’t heal his wounds —you’re not medically trained. So really, all you can do is offer him company when MJ isn’t around and rotate his ice packs. Make him food here and there but even that’s difficult when you spend most of your days at the lab.

Essentially you’re just another useless civilian who knows too much, leaving you distraught as you sit on the sidelines, praying to whatever god there is that he arrives home safe.

Thankfully tonight they managed to answer you in some capacity. Instead of dead, he’s just badly injured and as annoyed as you are, you’re still thankful for the outcome. Still thankful for the stranger on the phone despite the angered secrecy.

You decide when he gets here you’ll apologize for the yelling. It’s the least you can do considering he and his friends probably have to drag poor Peter’s body out of some alleyway across the city. A difficult feat you’ve done a few times over the last decade or so.

It’s not something you’d ever wish upon anyone. Not even the grumpy stranger over the phone whose gruff voice still rings through your ears as you anxiously move towards the kitchen and open the freezer, checking to see if there are any ice packs readily available. Shuffling through the frozen goods inside, you count four as well as a large bag of frozen vegetables, deciding then that you should probably wait to see the damage before even thinking of running to the pharmacy.

Out of the two of you, you’ve always been the worrier. The one whose mind constantly races at the sign of danger. Peter’s the fight and you’re the flight, and even before he became Spider-Man it had always been that way, which makes the waiting that much harder. The anticipation of what’s to come flooding you in waves of dread that leave you too unsettled to calm down.

Continually you pace throughout the apartment, moving from kitchen to bedroom to living room in an endless loop that has you swirling around in such a stupor you barely hear the window of your bedroom being tapped on.

The sound confuses you at first, knowing that it’s most likely just some bird. Peter would never make them take him up the fire escape but then it gets louder —more frantic. The tapping speed doubles as you stand disorientated in the living room, narrowing your eyes as if that’ll help your ears focus.

You realize quickly that it’s a someone tapping and not a something and immediately you spring into action, rushing to your bedroom window to see a trio of bodies all dawned in spider suits of their own.

It leaves you breathless but still active as you push up the window, breathing out heavy breaths as you watch the smallest of the three —a lithe spider with pink webs stained over white— bound into the room to help pull Peter inside.

“What took you so long?”

It’s the voice from the phone, grumbling from the fire escape. He’s taller than the others —thicker. His suit black and red with an emblem that fills his broad chest with bold lines that drape down the front of his arms.

“Give her a break man, she’s probably scared to death.”

Beside him, another Spider-Man whose suit looks more like Peter’s stands. Both of them grip your brother’s lower half, gently passing them over to the spider in your bedroom, prompting you to rush over to help.

“What the hell happened?”

He’s worse than you’d like to admit. The majority of his mask has been ripped apart. One of his eyes is completely uncovered, blooming with fresh bruises that cause it to swell almost completely shut. On his cheek, he’s got a pretty huge gash along with a few others around his chin and throat.

Immediately, tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes as they all move to lay him on the bed, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

“It doesn’t matter what happened. What matters is he’s safe. Let’s go.”

You turn to stare at him —the one who’s already caused you enough grief to last a lifetime. Angrily, you narrow your eyes, fighting the urge to yell as you watch his friends simultaneously shake their heads.

“Seriously, man?”

“Miguel, you can’t just leave her with this.”

They speak in unison, both of them matching your unimpressed response as you move in closer, pressing a finger to his chest. “I swear to god if you don’t tell me what happened I’ll kick your ass faster than you can say—“

He pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in, something that feels uncharacteristic even though you’ve just met. “He got a little beat up fighting someone he shouldn’t have, alright?”

“Alright?” you scoff, glancing between the three of them. “No, not alright. Not even a little bit. What do you mean he was fighting someone he shouldn’t have?”

“What do you mean what do you mean? Am I not being clear?”

“Not really, no.”

He huffs, loudly. A heavy plume of air pushing through his mask. You can feel it fan your face as you take a small step away, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the newfound presence of other spider people.

You were almost certain Peter was the only one.

“Maybe one of us should take the reins on this?” The blue and red one asks, prompting the other to nod, motioning for him to take over despite Miguel’s silent protests.

“Look, we uh, we’re… we’re —how do I even start this? What do you guys usually say?”

Without missing a beat, the shortest one takes off their mask to reveal a young girl with blonde hair. She looks familiar in a way you can’t quite place, her features bold and big and full of life, giving you a weird sense of deja vu. Have you met her before, you wonder, staring at her eyes and cheeks and mouth, picking apart the details until you’ve decided you definitely have. Somewhere.

“Hi, I’m Gwen. This is also Peter and Miguel.”

She motions them to take their masks off but Miguel doesn’t budge. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest as Peter awkwardly peels his away, revealing a face that looks almost identical to your brother’s.

Which obviously sends you into panic mode, seeing the somewhat distorted face of your brother on the body of someone else. It’s older —heavier, maybe. Unlike your Peter, this one’s eyes are filled with exhausted age and crow's feet. His lips are thinner and coated in a thick five o’clock shadow that takes up the lower half of his face. His figure is thicker, holding a bit of a gut but not enough to notice unless you’re staring.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Miguel says, but the two of them continue, moving through the conversation slowly to gauge your response.

“Your brother isn’t the only Spider-Man,” Gwen tells you. “At least in general. In this universe he is but uh, there are lots of others which is where we’re technically from.”

You look at your brother confused, wondering if he’s always known or if this is newfound information for the both of you. If it’s new, you hope he’s okay. That once he’s awake and able to process everything that this doesn’t send him over the edge of sanity.

He’s already hanging by a thread as it is. With family and friends and both of his jobs waiting in the wings at any given moment, the poor guy's constantly overworked. If he isn’t taking pictures for the Daily Bugle he’s studying at school or going on patrol as Spider-Man or laying on the floor in a heap of pain.

He doesn’t need any more stress.

“Listen, I appreciate you bringing him here but I think it’s probably best you guys go, yeah?”

You smile as warmly as you can through the fog of alcohol that has you reeling. Simultaneously, you’re angry and confused —dizzy at the amount of so many new faces. You’re overwhelmed, to say the least, and knowing Peter he’ll end up the same when he wakes up.

“Of course.”

It’s the first time Miguel speaks with any sort of sincerity, his tone dulling down to a quiet calmness that sends a chill up your spine as you watch him fiddle with a watch-like mechanism on his wrist.

In unison, both Gwen and Peter look at you with sombre expressions, their lips pushing into thin lines of almost disapproval as they watch you move towards your brother, completely forgetting that they’re even there.

“Tell him if he sees anything suspicious to reach out,” Miguel adds, looking directly at you as he says it.

Cautiously, you look back and nod your head, trying to imagine the face underneath. You bet it’s old, based on the never-ending rage that it seems to radiate. He’s got the kind of attitude an old man would have, making you imagine bushy brows and forehead lines that have developed through continuous frowns. You imagine deep scars that have sat untreated for far too long. An overlay of bruises constantly decorating his frame due to misuse of the body.

Standing next to your Peter, you imagine he’s the kind of guy who acts before he thinks. At the sign of danger, he spontaneously leaps to remedy any given situation regardless of details. He’ll do whatever it takes.

He’s a fighter just like Peter.

“It was nice to meet you,” Gwen waves before throwing on her mask. Old Peter does the same and even though you want to smile —to thank them for everything they’ve done, all you can do is nod and watch as Miguel presses the face of his watch, prompting an angular, orange portal to appear right in front of your window.

The sudden presence of it somehow stirs Peter awake, prompting him to groan next to you.

Immediately you move to his aid, kneeling near his face with concern as you press the back of your hand to his partially exposed forehead, feeling the beads of sweat that collect rubbing against your skin.

“Are you okay?”

He mumbles under his breath and moves to sit upright despite your protests. Slowly, he catches himself on the edge of the bed and swings his legs to the floor, doubling over in pain to watch as the three of them turn to face him one last time.

“You good, kid?” Old Peter asks.

“Never better,” he says back, moving to grip his stomach with his forearm, a bloodstained smile spilling across his face.

Despite the pain that’ll inevitably heal in the days to come, you know he’s being honest. Thanks to them, he’s never been better and upon hearing that you find yourself frowning, already knowing what that means.

He wants to see them again. You imagine it’s because, in some capacity or another their appearance has made the burden of his existence easier. For once, their arrival has created a light inside him you’ve only seen one other time. It was when he finally told MJ that he was Spider-Man.

As cliche as it was, he described it as this weight that had been lifted off his shoulders, and as you watch him smile at his new friends, you know that’s exactly how he feels now knowing that he isn’t the only one going through the motions. No longer is he the only one forced to navigate this life full of tangled webs. No, now he has friends. Partners that can aid him in the development of his career as Spider-Man.

People that can help him better than you can.

Before they leave Miguel repeats the statement he asked you to relay to Peter. “Call if you see anymore anomalies.” It’s phrased differently. Molded in a way you’re not meant to understand, making you all the more angry as you watch them leave through the portal.

“What does he mean by anomalies?”

Peter, now without his fellow spiders, winces as he takes off what’s left of his mask, ignoring your question in favour of repositioning himself back on the bed. Shakily, he sighs as he readjusts, trying his best not to disturb the injuries that cover his aching skin.

“Can you at least tell me what happened?”

He’s silent for a moment, his mouth half open, unable to fully close thanks to the shiner located on the lower half of his cheek. Then, he cranes his neck towards you. “Some Doc Ock from another universe showed up,” he tells you, his voice low. “I was in the middle of dealing with a robbery when he showed up out of nowhere and caught me off guard.”

You swallow hard, watching him lick his lips. They’re dry and cracked and covered in old blood that makes you want to cry because you hate seeing him like this. So tired and broken.

“He didn’t look like our Doc. He was skinnier —younger. And his tech was completely different. He kept talking about me, or I guess his version of me and I was so confused.”

“Mhm.”

“He got me a couple times. Threw me around but then they showed up and I guess sent him back home. I don’t know, by then I’d blacked out.”

His story is easy enough to follow but still leaves you with questions. How did this Doc Ock jump into your universe? Did he have one of those bracelets? Did Peter have one? And if so, has he too gone to different universes?

The urge to bombard him with every single thought that races through your mind settles as you hear his strained breath, reminding you he’s in pain. Quickly, it resets the order of important tasks in your brain, sending you flying towards the kitchen to grab every ice pack you own and start stacking them along Peter’s wounds.

Carefully you place one along the huge gash on his face, moving his hand to hold it steady before moving to his chest and placing one on either side of his ribs.

“Are you okay? Like actually, no lying.”

“Yeah, are you?”

You’re not. Not in the slightest. In fact, if it weren’t for the state he was in you’d be screaming by now, demanding more answers. Something he knows by the way you curtly nod your head instead of speaking.

“I’m sorry, Miguel can be a lot.”

Like always, it’s as if he’s read your mind, making you roll your eyes and scoff. “Are you friends with that guy?”

“Not really. I’m only really friends with Peter and Gwen. Everyone else are kind of like coworkers. They’re nice and we get along but aside from work we don’t keep much contact.”

“Aside from like, anomaly stuff?”

“Yeah.”

It’s weird to uncover such a big secret from your own brother. He’s never been the type to keep things to himself, at least with you. So why this? Why them?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but make it quick I’m about to fall asleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about them?”

If it weren’t for the pain radiating through his shoulder you’re almost certain Peter would’ve responded with a shrug. A wordless movement of uncertainty that he instead replaces with a soft I don’t know that has you imagining Miguel and his idiotic mask telling him to keep his mouth shut.

“Was it Miguel?”

It’s an uncomfortable statement to say out loud —an even more uncomfortable one to have confirmed as you watch Peter nod his head, a guilty expression plastered over his face. It makes you feel almost guilty yourself as you try your best not to explode at the thought of some asshole telling your brother what to do. At the thought of him controlling what he can and cannot tell you about his life.

You wonder if it’s illegal for regular people like you to universe hop. It probably is but that doesn’t stop you from imagining a world where it isn’t anyway. A world where you rush through a portal of your own to find Miguel on the other side.

You’d give him a piece of your mind if you could, scold him for ever thinking he could keep such a broad existence a secret. You’d push that stupidly broad chest with all your force and tell him what’s what. That no matter how important he is amongst the spiders, you’re still Spider-Man’s sister and deserve the right to know what’s going on.

“He’s not all bad, you know.”

Giving him an unimpressed look, you watch as he smiles, a small laugh pushing through his lips.

“No, I’m serious. Sure, he’s a little rough around the edges but he means well.”

“How so?”

You’re unconvinced but still curious. Who wouldn’t be after discovering the existence of other universes?

“He cares about people in his own way. Kind of like you.”

“Me?”

Should you be offended?

“What I mean is, he’s only mean because he cares like you. You guys have that same intensity.”

You scrunch up your face. “I’m not intense.”

Peter snorts as he rolls onto his side, hugging one of the ice packs as he moves to direct his back towards you, thus signalling the end of the conversation.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, sis.”

Peter isn’t answering your texts and it’s starting to stress you out.

Across from you, Harry and Gwen sit chatting amongst themselves, sipping on what’s most likely their fourth or fifth drinks based on the way they’re leaning in and giggling as you call your brother for the ninth time.

It’s been nearly a month since the incident —two weeks since he started patrolling again— and despite knowing he never answers his phone, you’re still worried. He told you he’d be here an hour ago to escort you home. Something he always did when you got dragged out by the rest of the Oscorp staff. Being a woman, wandering the streets of New York at night wasn’t an option and even though you were technically a geneticist for a mega-corporation you weren’t about to cough up at least fifty bucks to get home, so Peter was agreed to be the next best thing.

Or at least, he was supposed to be.

By now you’re well past drunk. Your head is heavy and you can’t stop squirming in your chair because of how restless you feel. Your skin is hot under the fluorescents of the bar lights, their weird shade of neon pink beating down on you like a synthetic sun.

“I think we’re gonna head out,” you hear Harry say.

You must’ve zoned out because both he and Gwen are already standing, grabbing their coats off the back of their chairs with grins too big to be deemed anything other than mischievous.

You know immediately they’re going back to his place to fuck. It’s what always happens when Gwen drinks too much and decides that, just this once, she’ll indulge the boss's son. Unfortunately, though, this is probably the fifth time in the last year that this has happened, leaving you certain it’s more of a common occurrence than she lets on.

“Is Pete still coming to get you?” Gwen asks.

You nod your head, unwilling to admit that he probably isn’t. That instead of flying through the air you’ll most likely be forking over way too much money to sit in some dingy car that smells like piss.

“Okay, text me tomorrow. Let’s go for brunch!”

The two of them leave hand-in-hand, a detail that doesn’t go unnoticed as you continue to stare, trying to decide how the hell all of that started. It’s not like they’re friendly to each other. At work, Gwen is constantly complaining about Harry’s silver-spoon upbringing. Talking about how privileged he is despite her dad being the police commissioner.

A detail you’re always tempted to bring up, knowing that neither of them has ever truly known what it's like to struggle. Having grown up in big houses with paid tuitions and a never-ending family to love, their lives are completely separate from yours.

It’s why you resent them so much, you think, because growing up, you and Peter never had that. When you were young your parents abandoned you with May and Ben, falling off the face of the earth soon after. Back then you always wondered why but now you know it’s because they weren’t ready. They were young and in love and despite thinking they wanted to extend that love into children, it became quickly obvious they’d made a mistake. A mistake May offered to fix.

You liked May but she wasn’t your mom. Same with Ben. As time went on, you let them think they were your real parents, listening to them when they gave you advice; following their rules so long as you lived under their roof. You didn’t call them mom or dad but you respected them as if you did. At least up until Ben died and Peter got powers and everything got sort of complicated after that.

And since then, it continued to be complicated. Each year that passed, something new and strange always happened, leaving you there to try and pick up the pieces.

Most of it always involved Peter. Peter becoming Spider-Man; Peter nearly dying to Doc Ock; Peter nearly dying to Vulture; Peter nearly getting infected by Venom. It was like clockwork year after year, tending to the needs of your brother while trying to live a normal life.

You couldn’t imagine how he felt. Sure, things were hard for you but for him? God, it must be hell.

Which is why you feel so guilty for phoning him. He’s probably busy dealing with some more important shit like stopping murders or break-ins or maybe even more anomalies.

You really hope he’s not dealing with the last one. Because if he is it means Miguel’s in town.

God, you hate that guy.

After the incident, Peter updated you on pretty much the whole anomaly thing. Apparently, in another dimension, there was this headquarters where spider people from all over the universe came to report various issues with their home worlds.

Overall, the details were a bit confusing —you remember Peter saying something about them being a secret society and that Miguel was their leader but not much else stuck because honestly after that you sort of zoned out. At least until he mentioned that he was officially a part of it all, earning himself his own little watch.

Upon hearing that, a part of you was proud. A much bigger part though, was skeptical, considering your immediate distrust of Miguel. In that one meeting alone he was rude and weird and you didn’t want Peter hanging out with him.

Not that you had any say, because Peter does what Pete does and that’s fine even though he can be a little bit too trusting —the kind of guy that always sees the good in people. Opposite to you, his trust is extended to whoever, whenever which you know is what ultimately makes him a good Spider-Man. People see that and immediately think of safety —of security in a situation that otherwise isn’t.

As a true New Yorker, you trust no one. Not even the guy that steals the seat across from you with a smile.

“You here alone?”

Your phone is still pressed to your ear as you stare him down, the line continuously ringing over and over and over again until it goes to voicemail and you lazily repeat the process. As you do, you continue to pay little mind to the man in front of you, merely watching him glance around the building, a glass of beer tucked tightly in his hand.

“You calling your boyfriend?”

“Nope”

“Girlfriend?”

You shake your head and he grins in the way that hyenas do when they’ve found fresh meat. Under the bar lights, his teeth look malicious and jagged, taunting you in a way that makes you internally nervous but externally confident.

On the outside, you do your best impression of someone brave. Someone like Peter or even Miguel. Your forehead scrunches to form unimpressed lines, your eyes narrowing to match the way your lips tightly push together.

Across from you, the man continues to grin despite this, looking you up and down and up again with a fire so fully lit inside his eyes you can already feel the oncoming burn.

You hang up and decide to call May. It’s a last resort, knowing that once that phone rings even once you’re in for an earful. You shouldn’t be out so late, kid, you know better!

Even though you’re in your mid-twenties May still chastises you about the dangers of the city. Working with those less fortunate, you assume it’s because she’s seen some shit. The city’s a fucked up place as you know from both her and Peter but it’s not like you’re unprepared to handle it. You always have a plan! A getaway or an escape route. It’s not your fault that tonight’s plan accidentally fell through.

As you go through your contacts to click on May’s number another body takes the seat next to you.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

The voice sounds nicer than you remember, almost pleasant despite who it’s attached to. Awkwardly, you lock your phone and turn to look, noticing the unfamiliar features of a man you’ve grown to hate.

Damn it, he’s attractive. And not nearly as old as you imagined him. He’s probably mid-thirties tops, you guess, surveying the texture of his tanned skin. It’s nice. Not as aged as Old Peter’s but you can see some of the same lines around his eyes as he glances between you and the man across.

“Can I help you?”

Miguel’s expression says it all. Fuck off. You can see it in the way his dark brows pinch towards the top of his long nose, showcasing his anger. The kind that’s almost impossible to replicate, the man quickly discovers, prompting him to merely sigh and leave the table, admitting defeat.

Once he’s gone you let out a heavy breath and sink in your seat. Never in your life did you think you’d be happy to see Miguel, and yet here you are.

“Thank you.”

Without so much as a glance, he stands from his chair and motions to the exit with his chin. Like usual, he’s got an air of arrogance you can’t quite stand, leaving you annoyed again as you roll your eyes and grab your coat off the back of your seat.

He’s halfway out the door by the time you catch up to him. Your head, still drunk off the many pints of cheap beer you’d downed throughout the night, sloshes through the crowded room until it smacks dab right into Miguel’s back, prompting him to turn with a glare.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” he says.

Despite wanting to, you don’t protest. Instead, you just follow him out of the building and down the street where he cuts into an abandoned alleyway and stops, checking on you with concerned eyes.

“If I didn’t already know you were also Spider-Man I’d definitely be freaked out right now,” you say, trying your best not to slur as you lean against the wall of one of the buildings. The brick feels cool against your face.

“How much did you drink in there?”

“At least five but probably more?”

“Five what?”

You shrug. There’s a moment of silence after that. One where you can feel your eyes fluttering in and out of focus, watching the way Miguel places his hands on his hips and stares you down.

You can tell that he hates you now, officially. What once was merely a single conversation gone bad has turned to two which means you’re now considered a burden. A problem.

His problem.

“I’m going to assume that travelling by air is a no-go,” he says; sighing because it means he’s probably going to have to walk you home.

Which you’re sure he doesn’t want to do considering he’s in charge of all the spider people. He’s probably got better things to do than to walk home his employee’s sister.

“Where’s Peter?”

You’re on the move again before you know it, walking at Miguel’s side, watching the way he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“He’s out with the others. Another anomaly showed up when you called. He was busy so he asked me to come get you.”

“Why’d he ask you?”

Unfortunately for both of you, your filter is absolutely obliterated. Gone with the drinks you’d downed throughout the night. Every aspect of the embarrassment you’d usually feel right now is gone, your innermost thoughts quickly bubbling to the surface like the head of your last beer.

Miguel, realizing this, shrugs it off and continues walking. Every so often he has to stop to make sure you’re alright —you are most of the time, but every third or fourth time you begin to slow he watches as you double over knowing that you’re probably going to throw up.

“You good?”

Slowly you crawl to the ground until you’re on all fours, your hands gripping the edge of the sidewalk despite knowing how dirty it is. Beneath your palms and it’s cold and damp from the rain, prompting you to gag even harder because that means there’s probably mud on your hands. Dirty, gross mud from the bottom of people’s shoes.

You feel a hand on your back. Carefully, it rubs a line back and forth along your spine, causing you to inhale and exhale and focus on the sudden calmness of his voice.

“You’ll probably feel better if you just let it out.”

“Mhm.”

“I know it’s gross but I promise it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

As if he’s blessed you with the promise of no judgement, you vomit on the ground, feeling your throat burn with the familiar acidity. As you recover, he continues to rub your back in long, slow movements, making you thankful that at this moment he doesn’t hate you.

Or at least, he chooses not to show it.

“Thank you, again,” you mumble.

This time he at least nods, acknowledging your words as he helps pull you to your feet, giving you one final pat on the back before you continue to walk in silence.

Miguel insists on staying until Peter’s back, despite your protests.

His face, heavy with exhaustion looks at you, unwilling to budge on the matter as he pushes himself through the door. “Peter told me to take care of you,” he tells you. “So I’m gonna do that, okay? End of story.”

Now that you’re somewhat sober from the long walk home, you can feel all the hatred you have for him flowing through your system. Sure, he may have walked you home —comforted you in a difficult time but he’s still a dick. Under that sympathetic Spider-Man act he’s still the man that makes you want to scream every time Peter mentions him.

“Fine, but the second you hear anything from Peter you have to tell me.” You wag your finger at him intensely as you wander to the kitchen, feeling your mouth begin to dry up from the amount of water you’ve managed to avoid all night.

“Fine!”

He sits on the couch without another word, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt. Underneath, his watch emits a warm toned glow, prompting you to look over as he presses the face revealing a small hologram lady.

“Wow, so nice of you to finally drop by! What’d you do, take her out for more drinks?”

Miguel groans and leans back into the couch, his body practically melding into the cushions. “Is there any news about the anomaly?”

The woman crosses her arms over her chest and gives him a look —one you can’t quite place as she pulls the pink-heart glasses down the bridge of her nose. “I’ll tell you but only if you tell me how your night went.”

Her voice is full of mischief, causing Miguel’s head to practically smack into the back of your couch, his eyes finding refuge in the ceiling. He’s embarrassed, you realize then. Probably because instead of being the superhero like everyone else he was demoted to babysitter.

“The night was fine. She threw up, we walked home, end of story. Update, please.”

“We walked home, huh?” She wiggles her brows and darts around, the light from the watch moving around to get what you assume is a better look at your apartment. “Is she there?”

Even though his head is still hung uncomfortably over the edge of the couch, Miguel still manages to threaten you with his eyes. A warning you reluctantly accept as you move further into the kitchen, making sure you’re out of view.

“She’s sleeping.”

“Ooh, and did you tuck her—“

“Lyla, can I please just get an update?”

You’ve never heard him so defeated. So tired. It’s like all the fire inside of him has suddenly burnt out and all that’s left is the remnants of ash. His eyes are almost closing without warning, threatening to cut him off from the outside world as Lyla tells him about someone named Hobie and how he’s with your brother.

Apparently, they’re on Earth-58163. Another universe you know nothing about and probably never will because Peter refuses to talk about it. He always tells you it’s too complicated to explain —too intricate. “If I tried, it’d probably break your brain,” he tells you, brushing off the conversation time and time again.

It’s annoying in a way that makes you feel like you’re kids again, the child-like jealousy overthrowing your desire to be a good person and just drop it. You need to know more. To understand how this all works so that you’re not just some outsider looking in like usual.

When you hear Miguel say goodbye to Lyla you practically sprint over to the couch and plop down beside him, deciding that if Peter won’t tell you, you’ll go right to the source.

“What’s your universe like?”

There’s still a buzz sitting at the back of your brain, egging you on to set aside your differences in favour of answers.

“That’s classified.”

“Classified? Are you serious?”

“Yes, that’s why I said it?”

He doesn’t understand that you’re making fun of him. Or, at least, if he does, he refuses to comment.

“Peter never tells me anything about you guys.” You sink into the couch like Miguel, your arms resting limply on either side of you. “It’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, niña.”

You scrunch up your face. “I’m not a kid, old man.”

“Are you under the age of thirty?” He raises his brow.

“Yes.”

“Niña.”

There’s a moment where you think about reaching over and smacking him in the face. Just a small, lightly placed tap, similar to the one you give Peter when he’s being annoying, but immediately you retract such thoughts knowing he’d probably just yell at you.

“Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m a kid.”

“No but it means other things.”

“Like?”

His head turns to face you, his cheek half pushed into the backing of the couch. “That you’re inexperienced.”

“I’ll have you know I’m actually very experienced.”

“That’s what someone inexperienced would say.”

“Says the guy who runs a secret society of spider people and still manages to get benched for the night.”

You expect him to yell at you then. To suddenly uproot himself from the couch and give you the kind of lecture May would but instead he just snorts and shakes his head, moving to rest the back of his head on the couch again.

It confuses you if you’re honest. You don’t know Miguel in the slightest, but based on what you’ve heard you assume he’s the kind of guy who harbours a high temper and an unrealistic demand of respect. A boss in every aspect of his life. Because of this, you assume he can’t take a joke. That he doesn’t understand the concept of teasing or banter because his ego takes it too seriously.

It throws you a bit, your mind suddenly questioning all your previous opinions. You suppose then it isn’t fair to judge him so harshly. Considering the job title, he’s probably under a lot of stress. With such a high volume of people looking to him for guidance, it’s more than likely Peter’s right. He’s not that bad.

“Okay, well, if you won’t tell me about your universe because you think I’m inexperienced will you tell me about you?”

He’s silent. Or at least dormant, his breath steadily flowing as he slides further and further into the couch. You can tell then that his body is hanging by a thread of consciousness, subtly stirring in pace with his breathing. Slowly, his chest rises and falls, pushing his elbows in tandem as his mouth begins to fall open, making you yawn.

It’s probably best you go to bed too, you decide, considering the only reason you’re still awake is to get information. If your informant is out cold there’s no sense in prolonging the inevitable, so instead of delaying you quietly stand and stretch your back. Loudly, it cracks, creaking with an age you’re certain now that Miguel would chastise you for. “You’re too young to be creaking like that,” he’d probably say.

Another yawn filters through as you wander over to your bedroom and grab an extra blanket, throwing it over your shoulders like a shawl as you walk back to Miguel.

“What are you doing?”

His voice scares the shit out of you, making you jump and embarrassingly let out a shocked squeal, your heart pounding violently in your chest.

He’s still frozen in place but this time his eyes are half-opened, looking at you with interest.

“Getting you a blanket.”

“I don’t need a blanket.”

“Okay, well, I didn’t know that? I’m not a mindreader.”

“Why not?”

He may not be Peter Parker in his universe but he certainly retains the same sarcasm, leaving you annoyed as you tear the blanket off and toss it onto his head.

“Goodnight, old man.”

“Goodnight, niña.”

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isa-ghost · 4 days

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isa my beloved not to be demanding on main but can you pls give me some hcs for phil but like specifically aimed around the time he first adopted each of his kids? 🥺

i’m very 👀 to see if you have any thoughts on his attitudes or behaviours with them being different then as opposed to how he is now

you can also throw in stuff for missa too if u want as he is also their dad and I imagine some hcs might overlap ghgh

(this is oopsie btw i forget if i told u about me refreshing my main blog lmao)

Oh bet? I'm gonna do Phil's first impressions for each of them. :)

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Chayanne

"Oh god this kid is gonna die why is he obsessed with the edge of the WALL"

It was all over for him when Chayanne took that bath in the 2x2 puddle on top of the wall.

It was double over when the phantoms came down and he, Missa AND Chayanne all freaked the fuck out and ran into that teeny tiny house.

The SECOND Chayanne was like "I wanna kick ass and be a protector and fighter actually" Phil was like THIS IS MY SON AND I WILL KILL FOR HIM NOT JUST BECAUSE I'M OBLIGATED TO FOR THIS EVENT.

Honestly he couldn't believe he got so lucky when he and Missa picked Chayanne in the adoption center. How did he manage to pick an egg so compatible with him, interested in the things Phil has spent eons investing time and effort in.

Tallulah

He was extremely nervous. He was nervous with Chayanne too but this was a different kind of nervous. Tallulah was this soft, sweet, kind of timid little girl and he'd spent all his time so far being all rough and tumble and doing warrior shit with Chayanne. Now he had this lil girl who was Much different than them to take care of. He had no idea how it was gonna go and he was terrified smth would happen on his watch (he wasn't wrong).

He felt even worse bc there was this clear "this isn't my family, and I've barely gotten to know my family before being dumped on someone else" vibe he could do very little about. Mans was totally scrambling to figure out a way to make Tallulah feel more like she belonged with them. He wanted her comfortable at least.

And then her affinity for flowers came about and he latched onto it. It reminded him of something (Rose). :) He could work with flowers, and turtles.

Knowing him, he felt very attached to her right away, but felt like she took longer to properly attach to him. He assumed she just saw him as Abuelito, an obligation to be around because family or whatever. Mr. Overthinker definitely overthought about how Tallulah felt.

But he committed to working his ass off to do whatever he could to make her feel like some sense of her normal was being maintained even in her father's absence. And swore to be as ready to kill for her as he was Chayanne, and not just out of obligation as a babysitter.

Missa

He was SO EXCITED. I don't think he'd talked much to Missa prior to being assigned with him. He thought it'd be a cool opportunity to get to know him more.

Tbh much like with Chayanne, that first OH FUCK family sprint to safety meant it was all over. Something about that moment it just clicked. Like yeah, he could spend the next unforeseen amount of time with this guy and their goofy risk-obsessed egg.

And then he discovered Missa is musical and instantly fell. Not romantically. But boy he fell.

After Day 1 he was super looking forward to spending every day with him and learning more about him (and hearing more guitar and singing).

Something about them communication-wise just instantly clicked as well. They just locked in immediately. Despite the distance they're stuck facing now, that hasn't changed either.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons #qsmp missa #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp death family #qsmp deathduo #death family

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cerastes · 1 month

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My thoughts on Crazelyseon (aka Boss 3 in IS4):

Obviously, spoiler warning for that.

Boss 3 in Integrated Strategies has always seen some sort of mutation across the different iterations, with the main theme being "a fight in unfavorable conditions":

Gravestone was mainly a "Final Exam Of Everything" that makes for, well, strategies meant to be integrated: You need bulk, you need DP gen, you need both main types of damage, you need healing, you need bodies. You can excel in an area to make for a deficit in another, but in general, it's "a strong boss fought in unfavorable conditions", since the Gravestone map is fought with half DP speed, doubled redeployment time, and halved ATK and DEF.

IS2's Mouthpiece retained the Half DP Generation speed mechanic of Gravestone, but instead of being a fight in unfavorable conditions based on fighting against a huge stat disparity, it instead gives you few reliable tiles to work with while wrestling with the special Mouthpiece mechanic (having to kill his Assistant, the True Damage statues that also severely debuff those in range) and the Nervous Impairment mechanic. It's mainly position-heavy gameplay, with either truly stalwart static positions, or flexible redeployment strats, the latter of which are stronger, but come with the added difficulty of managing a drip-fed DP generation.

IS3's Ishar'mla, the Heart of Corruption, does away with the Half DP Generation speed mechanic and instead doubles down on the stat stick aspect of Gravestone while also using Mouthpiece's position-heavy gameplay: In Skadi Mode, Ishar'mla heals enemies and wanders around, creating the Tears of Ishar'mla, which must be deployed upon to stagnate her SP generation, at the cost of heavy True Damage to the deployed unit. If Ishar'mla gets 120 SP, it transforms into Seaborn Mode, in which it will absolutely nuke your formation with massive multitarget True Damage at immense range, which also functioning as a shield for its true lifebar. The other main "unfavorable condition" is the fact that you'll likely have no Light and thus a ton of Afflictions coming into the fight. It's one of the least consistent fights in very high Waves due to the sheer number of possible factors (such as enemy DEF +50%, your own ASPD as well as non-boss enemies' increased but your healing supremely stifled, etc).

So! What does Crazelyseon do in IS4 as its Boss 3?

My initial reaction to it was of immense distaste... But in retrospect, it was not Crazelyseon that I disliked, what I was upset at was modern Arknights' reluctance to give you useful info on the boss tooltips nowadays. They explain absolutely nothing. This is more tolerable on regular bosses, because you can just retry them, but I can't just retry an IS final boss, so all it encourages is looking up the boss beforehand, which I think is bad design. I'm not asking for a full list of what it does and when, but a basic explanation of its mechanics in the tooltip would be appreciated, especially on a boss I can't really quickly retry. But this isn't really Crazelyseon's fault, it's one of those things I don't like about Arknights as a whole. So, after a few more shots at Crazelyseon... I think it's alright.

It's just ok.

It ain't bad! But it ain't thrilling. It's very unique in that it's about setting brief moments of super burst more than Tower Defense. In fact, you're barely playing Tower Defense when fighting Crazelyseon! I think that's really cool! I like Arknights' insistence on exploring beyond the domain of its Tower Defense DNA, like with Reclamation Algorithm, or becoming a whole different kind of Tower Defense game, like in Invitation To Wine! So, the experimentation? Kisses! I like it!

Thing is, it's not super exciting outside of that, because it feels more like Big Sad Lock in many ways than it does other bosses: Can you withstand its attacks as it cycles the stage? Yes? Ok you can very likely kill it. No? You literally cannot win and there's nothing you can do about it. It's a very binary check. It's very prep-centric. The joy of a prep-centric boss is that, going into it, you have a good idea of how the fight will play out. The sorrow of a prep-centric boss is that, going into it, you have a good idea of how the fight will play out. You either know you're taking the W (metaphorical, not the terrorist) home or that you're in for a hell of a miserable time. That's the part I don't like.

Thematically, I'm mixed about it: I love the enemy selection being a smattering of faction units! Ursus, Rhine Lab, Mercs... All the enemies that aren't Collapsals outright in the Crazelyseon fight are possessed corpses of those that ventured into Sami and didn't make it, and that's super cool! But, Crazelyseon itself? Well, this is wholly personal, but I find its design boring. Yes, yes, I know it's meant to be an ~*~extradimensional otherworldly Thing from another plane of existence~*~, I just don't really care too much for that myself, so it feels boring to me. It's not that I don't get it, it's a spherical mass of eldritch colors that floats around breaking reality in Terra. If you're into that, I bet it's thrilling, but it doesn't make my heart skip any sort of beat. I Find It Visually Very Boring And The Theme Ain't For Me, especially when Eik (Boss 2) looks fantastic. I'm just not the demographic!

But, yeah, in many ways, it feels like fighting Big Sad Lock: Make sure you can survive it, have appropriate damage, have the necessary laneholding for the non-boss enemies, and... Just sort of let it play itself. Very static. It's not awful, but it's not good, either, it's alright, it's ok.

It's Fine out of 10. I don't hate it or love it. It just is.

It's just ok.

The music is very Video Game Music in a good way.

#arknights #crazelyseon

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msmargaretmurry · 8 months

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friend, what do you do when you haven't written (fan)fiction in more years than you can say for sure, and you're bitten by a character arc for a story that keeps spiraling into more and more as you think about it? i am feeling VERY overwhelmed especially as it becomes more about that character arc than the original plot idea. i remember you saying that you thought HAW was going to be like 40k and obviously it ended up much longer - having gone through that process, what did you learn? is there any advice you'd give, especially to someone already nervous to start doing something for the first time?

hello pal! i'm sorry you're having an anxious time of it but i'm excited to hear that you're flexing your writing muscles, and i hope that i can offer some helpful reassurances here!

the short answer is: you just write it. you just do it!!! ultimately the two choices here are write it or don't write it, and not writing it is way less satifying. yes yes WAY easier said than done though, so onto the long answer. 💞

trying to write again when you haven't written in a while can definitely be nerve-wracking, so first of all, i want to say that it's totally fine to be nervous. very normal of you! obviously you want your story to live up to the idea in your head, so it can be really hard to shake the whole feeling of, oh no what if it doesn't? what if my grand foray back into writing is an EMBARRASSING FAILURE?? so i also want to say that it will not be, because there is no such thing as failing at creativity, and i forbid you from being embarassed of anything you create while learning. writing is a never-ending learning process. the best writers you have ever read are the ones who embrace learning something new every time they write. i would say this even if it hadn't been years since you last wrote, but especially since it's been years since you last wrote, but it is imperative to remember that you have to start somewhere. to quote the great sam reich, the only way to begin is by beginning.

my #1 tip for if you're working on a story and it feels like it wants to be long and you have a lot of thoughts and ideas and feelings about it is to WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN. don't make yourself try to remember it all. i use a note in my notes app for this, but you can use a physical notebook or a google doc or whatever works for you.

this isn't for writing the actual fic — you might end up with snippets of scenes in here but nothing more than a few lines. this is for literally anytime you think of something for your story, into the note it goes, as soon as possible, so you don't have to worry about remembering it. a fact you learn, a future story beat you want to hit, a line of dialogue you want to include in a future scene, a lyric that inspires you, a reminder to include a detail or reference. i also use mine to keep a list of subplots/running themes — things you don't want to fall off your own radar and wind up forgotten halfway through.

you don't need to check your note/document/whatever every time you write, but if you're an outliner you can use it to periodically update your outline, and besides that, occasionally referring back to it is great for a) sparking inspiration for where the story goes next, and b) reminding you to go back and be like, hm, how long has it been since i referenced [subplot]? maybe it's time for that to make another appearance!

i also ALSO use mine to keep a list of things i know i'm going to want to go back and edit for once i have a full draft. i don't know about you, but i am a CHRONIC edit-as-i-go-er and doing this has helped me so much with being able to take a deep breath, accept that something in the draft probably needs fixing, and know that i won't forget about it. i no longer have the HAW version of this note (because i delete things out of mine as i address them, so by the end of writing the story the note is empty 😂) but iirc it had things like — make sure it's clear that matthew is kind of a mama's boy, double-check the pacing/frequency of matthew's big intrusive thoughts, make sure we know where bowie is for scenes in leon's house.

regarding the story becoming more about the character arc than the original plot idea, try to let go of your expectations of what the story was supposed to be and instead try to approach it with a mindset of discovering what the story is going to be. this will give you a lot more freedom to let it grow and change without feeling like you're abandoning something. the reason HAW got so long is because, when i started, i had two big plot beats that i knew i wanted to get to (the first breathplay scene and the first kiss scene) and as i was writing, i kept thinking to myself, okay i need x y z and then i get to tackle that big plot beat. so i would write x y z only to discover that i still needed more development to make it feel earned. so i just wrote more development! this did mean letting go of the conception of the story's structure i had going in, when i thought it would be shorter, but it ultimately let the beats fall in the right places.

(obviously letting your story sprawl however it wants to isn't always the the best thing you can do for a piece of fiction. but in character-driven stories, in my opinion, it's vital to give the character the space they need. and if it sprawls too much, you can always edit it down later. you can learn stuff about your characters from scenes you wind up cutting or from versions of scenes that don't end up working just as much as from the scenes you nail.)

if you think it'll help with motivation, get yourself an alpha reader. enlist a friend that you trust to be what you need them to be in this role. for me, it's that i can trust when i send them the next 5–10k chunk of first draft that they will read it at their earliest convenience (not letting it sit for days), that they will be invested in following the story (i once had an alpha reader tell me that they had totally forgotten about a major story development in the week or so between one chunk and then next chunk, and it devastated me), and that they will understand that as i'm grinding out the first draft, i need enthusiasm and encouragement, and concrit ONLY if there's a major issue. concrit is the realm of my beta readers.

everyone's writing process is different, so if there's stuff here where you're like, ugh i hate that idea, feel free to ignore it! or modify it! just don't spend so much time tinkering with planning and research and playlists and outlines etc that you don't actually write. occasionally a good writing sesh CAN be 98% tinkering, but most of them should not be.

finally, let yourself enjoy the process. don't put pressure on yourself to finish it quickly so you can feed it to the internet for comments and kudos. comments and kudos are, of course, fantastic, and also it's fine to set yourself arbitrary goals/deadlines if that helps you (e.g. "writing"i'm going to write 3,000 words a week" or "i'm going to finish this section of story by the end of the month") but try not to get stressed if it's taking longer than expected to write, or it turns out you want to add more than expected to the story. it's worth it to have a story you're happy with.

sometimes writing can be really hard and frustrating, but that doesn't mean you're doing it badly. sometimes you need to talk an issue through with a friend. sometimes it takes a few tries to figure out how a scene should go. sometimes you need to let a plot problem rotate like a $2 hotdog on the gas station hotdog roller of your brain for a couple of days before the solution comes to you in a vision at the most inconvenient time possible. (jot it down in your notes app before you forget it.)

anyway. good luck and i believe in you ❤ you know where to find me if you need to complain about writing/talk through something/get a pep talk!

#ask #writing #sorry this is so earnest. i am unfortunately a deeply earnest person

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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I love your Unspoken Words series so much! As someone who goes nonverbal from time to time when overwhelmed. This is also why i ask anonymously, I am feeling a bit too much of everything and seeing my name on your blog makes me nervous.

i just really appreciate the whole story and i just love how everyone is so understanding and supportive and nobody demands she „just talk“. Levi taking sign classes had me crying, seriously.

You posted you were open for prompts. It‘s a bit self indulgent, but I would be interested how Reiner (and maybe some others) would react when they either catch you reading smut or randomly grab one your smut books that you annotated. (I am not asking for explicit stuff, just how they would react to you reading that kind of stuff).

Oh my gosh thank you so much for saying so!! 😭 Unspoken Words has definitely been my little baby for a while and I'm really glad I portray nonverbal people to your liking! I am just obsessed with the fact that Levi's love language would be acts of services so putting in that communication barrier really puts light on their interactions instead of words, for the most part lol.

I totally know how it feels to have everything feeling like a little too much, believe me. It's overwhelming, so it's totally okay to stay anon! Though, I am sorry you're feeling like that today. But if you'd like, I'm perfectly happy to have you in my DMs. This will always stay a judgement free zone. 💕

These were really fun to think about! I'm not used to writing most of these characters tho so I'm sorry if my hcs don't line up. 😅

No actual smut is mentioned but there are some suggestive themes!

How AoT Characters React To You Reading Smut:

Reiner ->

oh he is SO shy about it

like he does a double take as he walks by you, all curled up on the couch with it wide open and you're so enraptured you don't even notice

"What are you reading?" he can't keep himself from asking but his face is so flushed and there might be a little stuttering

when you tell him about it, he's doing his best to stand straight and keep a level voice

he's also a little curious though, and will ask something along the lines of "Would you want to try this out sometime?" while he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly

Armin ->

he accidentally finds your collection when he's looking for a specific book

he thumbs through it curiously because he's just like that lol

at first, he's incredibly shocked to see that you're into that kind of stuff

but then he gets a little self-conscious because he worries that he might not be giving you what you want

you have to force it out of him because he's ruminating in silence and when he finally says something, he's all blushy and not looking you in the eye

Jean ->

HE'S SO SMUG ABOUT IT

he grabs it out of your hands and reads out some passages in a teasing manner while you're fighting to get it back

but then he comes across the filthiest thing he's ever read and it shuts him right up, turning into a mess and his words are all jumbled lmao

I also see this man looking over the top of it and is like, "C'mon, we're trying this out right now." and then grabs your hand and pulls you into the bedroom

Hange ->

they are so excited to see that you read these BECAUSE THEY READ THEM TOO.

I imagine they catch you reading it and recognize it right away, going all "OH I'VE READ THAT ONE. What do you think about _____?"

and they start overanalyzing it all out loud while fingering through the pages

it's kind of a mood killer (affectionate) but it's funny to watch them talk about these crazy scenarios and you laugh too because they are quite silly when you think about it

Levi ->

he sneaks up on you one day while you're on the couch reading and he starts reading the page you're on over your shoulder

his sudden voice makes you jump out of your skin and snap the book shut

"Is this how you spend your down time?" not accusatory tho, genuinely curious even though his voice comes out bored lol

he says nothing else as he raises an eyebrow at you then walks away

only when the next time you get down and dirty with him do you realize he must have been looking through your books and seeing what you liked and didn't like from your annotations in the margins

he's a really fast learner

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stickytrigger69 · 11 months

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hello, may i have tfp ratchet and his transmasc s/o who (bear with me, please) wants to be put on his lap and be bounced? like… in the way that some people bounce their knee when they’re anxious… mmmaybe some praise, and that leading to something spicier?

TFP Ratchet x Transmasc Reader

Reader is human

Reader is transmasc

NSFW minors DNI!!!

I am still alive, I'm so sorry it's taken this long but I just got a new job and have been working really hard. But I really hope you like it.

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You've asked Ratchet to do all kinds of things before, like let you try to cozy up against his neck behind his metal collar, or let you hide in his chassis while in bot form. Even the more, well, intimate things, things he never thought of doing. Mostly because they're human things, despite the similarities they are really different and new, but it's also that hasn't had much time for a relationship like yours. If he were honest with you, he would tell you that he loves doing the new things with you. It's refreshing and exciting, and it makes him feel like he's young again, makes him feel like the engex made him feel, and it's just as addicting.

You are currently sitting on his lap scrolling through social media while he is continuing his research on human anatomy so he can compare and contrast between human and cybertronian. You both have been sitting here for so long that you're getting restless, so you start to move around.

"So what exactly is the function of the appendix?" He asks, voice slightly muffled from having his servo covering his mouth.

"Um," you swing your leg over his thigh so that you're straddling him and lay flat on your belly, " it actually holds bacteria that our body uses as a sorta defense line if say a virus invaded our bodies. That's why you have to remove it if it becomes inflamed because it could burst and release the bacteria, which would actually do more harm than good." Ratchet frowns.

"Meaning?" He lifts a brow and looks down at you.

"It could actually kill you. The bacteria would just attack our immune system and kill us, slowly and painfully." Your tone nonchalant while you double tap on a post, a heart popping up and disappearing.

"Hmmm, your bodies are just ticking time bombs." He starts bouncing his leg, finally getting restless. "Your little bodies really just self-destruct whenever they want?" He leans closer to his screen.

"Uuh, yeahhh, I guess." His leg shaking makes you feel like you might slip off the side of his smooth thigh so you try sitting up. "But you turn into a literal car. Couldn't you just burst into flames and explode, too?"

"Puh-lease, I have total control over my functions. Thank you very much." He huffs. 'Yeah, right,' you think to yourself. When you try to sit up, the bouncing of his leg stimulates the mound of flesh between your legs, and you let out a surprised sound. This is new. You've never really felt that when he shakes his leg with you in his lap. Much to your dismay, he had heard the sound you made and stops, looking down at you. "Are you alright, I'm sorry, did you almost fall off?" He goes to pluck you from his leg, but you put your hands out to stop him.

"No, no, um, I'm okay, just..." You look up to meet his eyes, and he's giving you the look. The one that says, 'the jig is up' and you cringe inwardly.

"You already know that I know something is wrong. Your temperature has increased. So, what's wrong?" You gulp, suddenly feeling nervous and shy. You look away, feeling your face get hot. He knows your shy behavior and changes in color, the way your ears and neck turn pink and get darker by the second. So he decides to tease you a little before finally prying the truth from your little mouth.

"Awww, what's the matter, sweetspark?" A digit goes up and prods at your left ear, rubbing at your short hair and the top of your ear. "You're not feeling sick, are you?" His right hand cups your smaller frame, his large thumb rubbing your back.

"I liked the way you bounced your leg." You blurt it out while trying to hide your face. 'Well, that was fast,' he muses.

"Oh? Why did you like it, sweetspark?" He taunts, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Because," your deep voice begins to waver, "because it. Felt good." The way you're talking is amusing. He can't get enough of it. Shy and embarrassed. "Cou-could you do it again?" You stutter out.

Ratchet smiles, "Of course my love, but could you do me a favor too?" He asks playfully, and you look back up at him. The question burning in your eyes. "I want you to undress and sit facing me, okay?" You nod and start to stand up, using his hand for balance. When you're finally standing, he picks you up and puts you on his desk so you can get undressed without worrying about slipping. You pull off your shirt and undo your belt while slipping off and kicking your shoes over and out of the way.

Your heart is beating so fast and hard against your chest, and you can hear it in your ears. Even now, after all this time, you still feel a little shy under his gaze. But he's enjoying himself. You're his own little piece of eye candy. The testosterone really did wonders for you, shaping you up and molding you real nicely. The little happy trail on your stomach and the patch on your chest is thickening, too. Your scars are fading as well. Primus, he loves to look at you, admire your malleable little body, so soft and squishy and unique.

He feels his spike begin to pressurize when you let your jeans slide from your hips to rest around your ankles. Your black briefs cling to your hips, hiding your sweet little mound of flesh from him. He wants so badly to reach out and caress your soft body, feel your heartbeat against one of his digits through your chest, feel and spread around the slick wetness, no doubt, building up between your thighs. He can't wait to taste it. Your thumbs hook around the waistband of your briefs and start to pull them down to reveal the rest of you. He can already see some of the slick glistening in the light, and he gets even more excited.

With a sound of satisfaction, he lifts you again and puts you back on his thigh. The surprisingly warm metal causes you to shiver a little. The smooth metal feels good against your sex. To you, he feels warm, but you feel hot to him. You're always the one to heat up the most. It used to worry him when you first started getting physically intimate, but after a while, he realized it was just how your body works. Before he does anything, he wants to take in the view. You look like you belong on top of him. He has wished before that you could have been a cybertronian, especially when he thinks about the future, but he loves you the way you are already.

"You're perfect, you know that?" He hums.

"Oh yeah?" You ask slyly.

"Yeah." He replies with the same energy.

"Well, I think you're perfect too." For a second, it's quiet, and you're both stating into eachothers eyes. There's so much love between you two. You're about to say something before he starts shaking his leg like he was not too long ago. Almost immediately, the way he's bouncing you starts to add friction, so you try to move your hips in a way that makes you feel good. He relishes in the small noises you make, how hard you're already breathing. He can feel your wetness spread over his leg, and it makes him groan.

He watches your hips closely, admiring and enjoying the way you ride him. He absolutely loves the way your hips slide forward and curve backward desperately. Oh, how handsome you are, so gorgeous, the light stubble growing on your face. Ratchet also loves the way you look in your blue jeans and the way you carry yourself. So confident and masculine but also so submissive when it's just the two of you. He can make you flip like a coin. You can appear strong, but the second he says or does something, you're a blushing mess, and it's so cute. Your moans fuel the flame of his own desire, and he can feel his panel threaten to slide away to release his spike.

He feels so aroused that his leg falters after a little while, twitching and jolting from how charged up he is. Though he is able to keep his cool, he does have little control over how worked up he gets anymore. It's almost like he's a virgin again, so sensitive and eager. At least he knows you're just as sensitive as he is with the way your body twitches and jumps, too. It's only been about five minutes, and you're ready to fall apart. He chuckles inwardly before lifting you off him and moving you both to his berth.

He has you lying on your back, all sprawled out for him. Your hair sticks to your forehead from the sweat, and your fluids leak from your sex onto the berth. Without hesitation, he lets his panel slide away, and it's like his spike jumps out at you, bobbing in the air. He wishes you could feel him inside you, wishes he could feel it. Ratchet wants so badly to pound you and fill you with his transfluid. But you're too small and he is far too big. At least when you have "playtime," he often gets to enjoy the show, gets to see how you pleasure yourself with a false spike.

He takes hold of his spike and rubs the tip against you, spreading your fluids and feeling the heat of your body on his most sensitive appendage. A bead of transfluid leaks from his spike and spreads over your sex and gathers below you on the berth, mixing with your own that's pooled there. You reach a hand down and coat your fingers in your mixed juices, all the while he watches your fingers, following their movements until they reach your lips and you suck them into your mouth. Ratchet moans and starts stroking his spike with fervor, and you match his energy while you touch and rub yourself.

You've already been worked up and opt to take your time so you don't finish too fast, wanting to finish with him. "Mmm, Ratchet," you whine, "feels so good."

"Yes, my handsome boy." He strokes himself faster to catch up with you. He squeezes his spike at the base and then moves his servo up to stroke near the tip. He shoos your hand away from your sex and uses the tip of his thumb to rub at you, careful not to apply too much pressure. A sudden thought pops into his helm. "Where did you put it, the false spike, where is it?" He smirks at your sound of protest when he stops but doesn't take his hand away from you.

"I-I put it over, over there." You point to your small corner of the room with some of your things, trying to swallow thick saliva and panting, his eyes follow your finger and looks back at you before lifting you up.

"Go get it." You're placed gently on the floor. You turn and start towards the corner. He watches you all the while stroking his spike. When you finally reach your corner, you start digging through a drawer that you customized yourself, pulling up a thin bit sturdy separator you fitted into the drawer so you could hide things under your socks. You finally find what you were looking for, a decent size dildo, it's red and has a suction cup on the bottom. You grab a little square packet of lube and walk back up to your big red boyfriend.

His optics light up with excitement when he sees what you have in your hands. Out of all of your false spikes, the red one is his favorite. And that packet of oil creates the sweetest sounds possible when you bounce on the spike. He feels all tingly and giddy. He usually makes you stick it to his torso, somewhere as close to his pelvis as possible, so he can watch you ride the spike while he strokes his own. But after seeing what bouncing you on his thigh did he wants you to put it there instead.

He lifts you up and onto his lap again. "You want to ride my thigh, handsome?" He smirks at you.

"Oooh, yeah, big daddy," you smirk back up at him and grind yourself on him, spreading your slick and his transfluid on him, "imma ride you so good" A shiver rolls down his spinal strut at your dirty talk. while you grind your sex down on him you stick the toy onto his thigh and start coating it in the lube. He strokes his spike in time with your hand on the toy, mimicking your movements. After you're satisfied with the toy you move forward to start rubbing it against yourself, the head rubbing against your own engorged clit. You groan, staring deeply into Ratchet's big blue optics.

You continue to tease yourself with it, rubbing the tip of the head against your hole, slowly opening it up around the toy. Ratchet begins to lose his patience and bounces his leg, forcing the head into you making you moan out. "Fuck, again." you command. with another bounce the dildo drives up into you lighting up your senses. you both groan and pant, warmth spreading from your bodies and filling up the space around you. He starts off at a good pace, willfully stomping his heel on the ground watching you go up and down on the false spike on his tribulen while stroking and squeezing at his own. The pleasure is delicious and he starts to blindly chase it. "Mmm, so good, you're so good for me Ratch." you groan.

His leg shakes vigorously, throwing you up and allowing you to haphazardly fall down onto the spike. The head of the spike hits deep and makes you moan Ratchets name. You begin to beg and plead, wanting so badly to finish. he strokes himself faster and faster trying so hard to keep eye contact with you. Your back arches as you try to ride the spike, pushing yourself down and grinding on the red dildo as best you can before Ratchets thigh throws you back up in the air.

" Oh my, oh sweetspark. How badly I wish it was my spike that you were riding, I want to feel how tight your wet hole is." His dirty words make you moan deeply and throw your head back, vigorously chasing your climax.

" Yes please, oh I want your spike. I want you so bad Ratch." You cry. He groans and breathes in sharply, servo tightening around his spike and quickens his pace. His leg starts to stutter and tremble so you are left to ride him the way that you like it, getting closer and closer to finishing around the red toy. " Fuck Ratchet, I'm so close." you pant.

" Mmmmm, yes my handsome boy, finish for me." He breathes deeply and nearly chokes on his spit. Your hips start to stutter too and you feel it. Finally, you cum, white washing over your closed eyes, your hips move forward and back, grinding the dildo into your spasming walls "That's it my good boy, ungh that's it." With a few more strokes, Ratchet finishes too. Ropes of transfluid shooting from his sensitive spike. After you both finally relax and come down from your high you just stare at eachother. Love and affection being passed through your eyes.

You pull yourself up and off of the toy and pull it off of Ratchets smooth plated thigh to throw it towards the dresser you grabbed it from. his spike retracts and panel closes back over it, clicking into place. He holds you against his chest, your own fluids still leaking from you. You both take the time to catch your breath before he stands up and takes you into the shower with him.

"Aaaah, its cold! get me out, get me out!" you shout, making him laugh. He complies and sets you down to go and get in your own smaller, you-sized shower. Using warmer water to clean yourself off and wash your hair. From the placement of your shower you can still see Ratchet and he can definitely see you. You decide to blow him a little kiss before you get out. He laughs and shakes his head before stepping out himself. You're such a silly little thing, so lucky that he was willing enough to even let you in. Then again, he feels like he's the lucky one. Such a handsome little man, you slip and fall in front of your dresser. A handsome, clumsy little man that he has chosen to give his love to.

#transformers #transformers prime #tf #tfp #maccadam #macaddam #macadam #transmasc reader #trans reader #ratchet transformers #tf ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet #ratchet x transmasc reader #ratchet x reader

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satancopilotsmytardis · 6 months

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Idk if you’ve gotten this but maybe mermaids or sirens?

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Content: Quirk Kink, Tentacle Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Anal sex, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Subspace, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Humiliation Kink, I fucked around with octopus biology and might have also given a more eel trait or two to help with lubrication… anyway. Tomura accidentally doses Dabi with a neurotoxin, no ill-effects are had and everyone is fine, but I thought I should warn just in case.

The lieutenants’ meeting wraps up without much fanfare and the former members of the MLA file out swiftly, leaving the lot of them alone in the room. As soon as they are, the others are glancing at each other but it ends up being Compress who decides to try,

"Uh, Tomura?"

Duster doesn't even look up from the reports that they'd all given to update him on things he's missed while away with the doctor. "What?" And his voice is definitely shorter than it usually is. Doesn't usually have that tone with any of them anymore, not since the earliest days back in Kamino.

Spinner tries next, "Are you good, man?" And even the gecko sounds nervous and he's usually pretty secure in the fact that he's Tomura's favorite, after himself, so Dabi ends up taking pity on them.

"He's just cranky because he spent all night waterboarding himself in the bathtub."

And that gets the rest of the League looking at him like he's grown another head and his lover glaring at him. "I was not waterboarding myself." He sets aside the papers and runs a hand through his hair, wearing his gloves today because he really is so tired and cranky that his control might not be perfect. "I awakened a new quirk during the last round of treatments that allows me to breathe underwater." He explains tersely. "However, I only can activate it when I'm close to drowning. I was trying to figure out how to turn it on and off more voluntarily so that it won't interfere with my treatments when I go into suspended animation."

"So you... spent the night drowning yourself?"

"Training--"

"Yes." Tomura glares at him. "Cranky." And Dabi is kind of delighting in that. Normally he's the cranky one and Duster delights in teasing him constantly, had definitely been feeling cranky last night when Duster refused to show him his new quirk until he could get it under control, but now he's feeling a little smug. Tomura usually has such meticulous and perfect control, and since this one isn't life threatening, it is kind of funny how annoyed he is about it.

The others are less amused though and there's a beat as they try to come up with solutions of their own to the problem. "Is it a mutation quirk?"

"Yes, heteromorphic."

"Maybe you would be able to use it if you stayed in the water for longer and relaxed?" Compress offers carefully.

"I tried that."

"Huh," Spinner sounds like he's got the best grip on this situation given his own quirk, "Maybe it's because the water isn't deep enough, or because the tub is too sterile. Fish don't like being in little tanks, right? Maybe you can't turn without being stressed because your instincts know that isn't safe."

"Oh!" And Toga sounds excited. "What if we took you somewhere with like a big pool?"

"When did this become a group activity?" Tomura sounds more tired than annoyed now, seeming to resign himself to trying whatever the others offer which means he is very, very frustrated with the outcome of last night's activities.

"We don't have any more meetings this weekend, please?"

Shig sighs, "Fine."

Toga is out of her chair like a shot, racing from the room the room in the next second. They all scatter for the time being, seeing to their own work before she inevitably comes back with whatever solution she's come up with.

It's only a half an hour until she finds each of them, demanding they pack their bags for the weekend.

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Ending up at a hot spring resort was not what he expected when Toga had run off, didn't even know the PLF owned a resort like this, let alone could clear it out for a weekend for their use exclusively, but what the fucking hell? His life can't get any weirder. The resort has large public pools as well as, he's happy to note, private ones too attached to the nicest rooms, and of course their simpering lackies gave the Grand Commander the best room, which means Dabi gets the best room too. Duster still looks vaguely exasperated with the entire situation, but he also does want to test their theory about the new quirk so after they've all gotten a tour of the facilities, he breaks away to go to the private pool to see if he can manage the change while the rest of them get into swimsuits and head to some of the co-ed public ones.

Dabi is pretty fucking sure Toga was just waiting for an excuse to get them all here because she had readily provided them all with bathing suits. He hates the fact that she'd given Twice a speedo, which the other man was embarrassed about in one breath and boasting about in the next, but unfortunately, her amusement had not wavered or shown mercy and it was that or nothing for the blond man. Whatever, it doesn't end up mattering much once they're all submerged in the dark, steaming water, the mineral scent of it floating from the surface and swirling around them. He's very glad that his seams have healed so much with the Doc's treatments and that he hasn't needed to overwork his quirk in a few months, because his seams are fully closed at the moment which means he can actually enjoy soaking in the pools with them.

They shoot the shit and relax for maybe an hour before Dabi decides to go check on Shig. Just wants to be sure his lover hasn't accidentally boiled the fish parts or drowned himself due to his own stubbornness. The hallways are eerily quiet as he makes his way through them, made for the hushed hum of many guests behind closed doors and for plenty more to be walking through them. But there's none of that now, making the space seem unnaturally still. It sets his nerves slightly on edge as he goes back to their room. He opens the door and doesn't find Shig inside, which means he must be out in the private pool.

This pool, while nowhere near as expansive as the one he'd left the others in, is still large enough that Dabi guesses that all six of them, and probably a few extras, could fit comfortably inside. Surrounded by bamboo and natural rocks to keep it feeling closed in and secure, it's a nice, quiet oasis-- that his lover is also not in. Dabi's about to start trying to figure out where else he could have gone when he sees the water ripple slightly. Hesitantly he moves over to the side of the water, kneeling down. The water is too deep and dark for him to see through, but Dabi tries anyway for a moment before he dips his hand into the pool up to his wrist.

"You down there, Shig?"

There's no reply for a moment. Then there are four fingers trailing lightly over the back of his hand. He flinches slightly, even though he’d been half-expecting it, not being able to see where the touch was coming from is still a little creepy. Gets a gentle, soothing stroke across the back of his knuckles before the fingers curl around his wrist and give a soft, but insistent, tug. Was just supposed to be checking in, maybe bullying Shig to come see the others, but he is curious and if anyone gets to see Duster's new quirk first it should definitely be him.

So he eases into this pool and the hand retreats. Dabi settles against the edge, waiting for his lover to appear. And he doesn't.

"Seriously? You're not like a shark or something, are you?" His breath catches in the back of his throat when Tomura's hands wrap around his thighs, spreading them wider as he pushes the leg of his swim trunks higher, before sharp teeth nip at the inside of his thigh. Dabi lets out a little gasp as a shudder runs through him. Expected he would be getting fucked in this pool as soon as Duster figured out his new quirk, but he didn't think it would be so soon. Really must have been the tub being too small if he'd figured it out in an hour.

Dabi melts against the rocks at his back, spreading his legs a little wider, "Come on, Duster, I want to see."

Doesn't get to immediately. Instead he gets that mouth pressing kisses to his thighs, up over his stomach, head coming high enough that he can sort of see Tomura's white hair drifting beneath the surface of the water. Really, really not expecting for something slick, smooth, and strong to curl around one of his ankles, slithering upwards along his leg too. Tomura keeps him still, which must mean--

"No, you are not a fucking octopus--!" He lets out an extremely unbecoming squeak as a few more of the thick appendages start to move across his body, two more replacing the hands on his thighs, one wrapping around his waist, and one, Dabi whimpers, curling over the front of his swim trunks and doing something. It's like a rippling, squeezing motion as the appendage presses against him, putting a gentle, teasing pressure all along him from root to tip, extending to around his balls as the tentacle presses even more insistently against his crotch. A strange, good sensation that has his breath leaving him in a harsh pant.

Dabi fumbles, reaching beneath the water and managing to find Tomura's hair, tangling a hand in the long locks and giving a little tug. Duster obliges him this time, the movements of all his extra limbs going softer as he brings his head above the water and crowds into Dabi's space. His lover's appearance, from what he can see so far, is mostly unchanged, same pale hair and skin, same scars. The only changes he sees immediately are the gills running up the side of his neck, thin slits that are flushed a darker red on the inside, and slightly mottled with black pigmentation along the edges, and his pupils are now rectangular and horizontal across his iris. Doesn't see his sharper teeth until he opens his mouth,

"And what if I am?" Expression and voice amused and teasing. The tentacles beneath the water stroke, and coil, and curl, moving all across his body, a few of the slick black limbs moving just enough so that the curves of them break the surface of the pool for just long enough for Dabi to catch little flashes of them. Tomura presses in even closer, lips brushing the side of his neck as he murmurs, one hand moving up across his chest as the other curves around the small of his back just above where one of his other appendages is holding him tight. "Would that really make you any less eager for me to touch you, pretty boy?" The tentacle against his crotch shifts and squeezes him again and Dabi lets out another little whimper as his cock starts to harden.

"Tomura," his voice a breathy whine as his lover drags sharp teeth along the side of his throat. Tightens his grip in his hair, other hand curving over his shoulder because he has a feeling he is absolutely going to need something to hold on to if the tentacle prodding at his waistband is any indication of what's to come.

"Do you want to stop, firefly?"

His cheeks go hot. He is pretty fucking sure that he was not this adventurous or this much of a pervert before he started fucking Duster. Unfortunately for his dignity, there's no way he's going to be able to stop thinking bout this possibility if he chickens out now. "Are you going to put me in a schoolgirl outfit and keep fucking me while I cry and beg you to stop?"

"Mm, didn't bring any of your skirts this time, princess," and Dabi walked right into that, face blushing hotly. "But I can make you cry and beg." The tentacles start to ease his trunks off, the one that had been stroking him though the fabric insistently curling around his naked skin. "Work you over until you can't move, and when the others come looking for us, I'll have to tell them you overheated again so you don't embarrass yourself when you can't stand." Dabi's cock twitches and is then engulfed by the tentacle, coiling completely around his length and pressing up beneath him, muscles tightening in a rhythmic pulse that has him moaning loudly and his hips twitching. Which sends fresh pleasure washing through him as grinding down on the bulge of prehensile muscle puts pressure everywhere he wants it. It has him gasping in an instant, cock completely hardening and any apprehension quickly banished from beneath his skin. "You want that, sweet thing?"

He nods, pulling at Tomura's hair, getting his lover to press in for a kiss as his trunks slip completely from his legs. Tomura readily kisses him back, mouth as hot and hungry as his own and filled with sharp, sharp teeth that he's pretty fucking sure octopuses don't have, but Dabi won't complain about that if it means he doesn't have a beak elsewhere. Two of the appendages move to cup his ass and curl up over his back, supporting his weight and lifting him so that he's half out of the water, so that he can see the others as two more slither up his thighs. They are definitely slicker than he even thought they were with the water submerging his body, each one goes from nearly as thick around as his thigh to a tapered point of about two fingers. The underside of each lined with suckers. Dabi cries out when the one around his cock twists, shifting to put those along his length and they start to tighten and release in soft flutters that makes it feel like he has a dozen mouths kissing and sucking along his length.

"Tomura!"

His lover gives a pleased hum and starts to move that one again, mouth sinking back to his throat as his fingers move to tease at the barbells through his nipples. More tentacles-- he must only have eight, right? How can eight be enough to make it feel like they're sliding over every part of him?-- moving to catch his wrists and hold them tight so that all he can do is writhe as his lover does what he wants to him with his new appendages.

The one around his cock moves slowly, but insistently, and Dabi watches as a little further down the length of shiny black muscle, it coils and twists, that bulge working up and along the length until it's meeting where the first loop goes around his cock. Thinks his brain might short circuit slightly as that knot smooths out and in its wake there is a thick pool of slick, viscus liquid that spills over the rest of the tentacle and is quickly worked down over his cock so that every slide, suck, and movement against him is so much messier and feels so much better. Fucking, trust Duster to have a new quirk for an hour and already have figured out how to use it for sex. Should have known breathing would only be one step higher on his list than figuring out how to produce his own fucking lube. And Dabi wants to be annoyed about that, he really does, but the problem is that it feels so good that instead of mocking him or bitching, all he's doing is gasping and moaning, rocking back up into every tight, heady stroke of the tentacle around his cock.

Tomura chuckles against his throat, which must mean he sounds like a desperate whore as he's touched, but he really can't bring himself to care. Must be being loud though because that's usually when his lover pushes fingers into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Doesn't use his fingers today, though. Dabi doesn't even hesitate when the soft black skin rubs against his lower lip, opens his mouth eagerly, and Tomura fills it. The tentacle pushes inside, pushing all the way to the back of his throat roughly enough that it makes even his nearly-dead gag reflex twitch for a second before Dabi is moaning and swallowing. The skin is soft and smooth, filling his mouth completely, the suckers teasing at his tongue like his lover is toying with it, and it tastes... strange. Not bad, not quite like how he expects his Tomura's skin to taste. It has the mineral earthiness of the hot springs that has been a heavy smell in his nose, but there's a different kind of... tang almost. A flavor that he can't quite describe but that has his stretched lips tingling alongside his tongue and every part of his mouth where the tentacle is pressing. Not bad, strange, kind of reminds him of a tingling lube with the coolness of menthol. Numbs his throat and lips just enough for him to not have any qualms about swallowing hard around the appendage until Duster is feeding in another few inches, going deeper into his throat than even his oversized cock usually does, making Dabi's eyes roll back and flutter shut. Oh, he didn't know his throat could feel any fuller than that, but this is good, this is making his head float enough that he's not sure if it's the sensation or the lack of oxygen that's getting to him.

Tomura fucks the tentacle in and out of his throat very gently as his other myriad limbs stroke every place across his skin that feels good, suckers kissing him everywhere. It doesn't matter that every movement against him is slow, everything is so much, and so overwhelming that it has his cock aching for release. Duster doesn't make him wait though, keeps the movements constant, shifting so one of the larger suckers is positioned directly over his head and suckling at it while more kiss along the length of his piercings, the whole tangle of the limb never stopping its serpentine, undulating movements along his shaft, until--

His moan is completely smothered by the tentacle in his mouth as his hips twitch jerkily in his lover's grasp as his balls draw tight and his orgasm overtakes him. Feels like Tomura drags out the waves of pleasure going through him as all of that sensation doesn't stop throughout it, and by the time he's blinking his eyes back open, he only gets a moment to be embarrassed at how obscene his spend looks seeping out of the tight coil of muscle around his cock, before the one in his mouth is kinking a few inches below where it meets his lips. He whimpers around the appendage when he meets Tomura's eyes as the kink works its way higher, but his lover just murmurs,

"I know how much you like to swallow, precious, open wide." As if his mouth could be pressed any wider without tearing him open at the seams. But for as sinister as the words sounded, his lover doesn't force that bulge past his lips, instead just pressing the puddle of slick to his mouth. Fat drops fall down his chin and splash against his chest, but more of it does sneak past his teeth and Dabi sucks and swallows, the fluid thicker and more viscus than any cum he's ever had in his mouth and settling in his stomach with the same tingling sensation as was pressing all along his mouth. When he swallows everything that actually made it to his lips, Duster coos softly at him, pulling the limb from his mouth and gathering him close as he presses kisses to his cheek and temple. "Good boy. Do you still want me to make you cry, baby?" Strokes his hair softly, eyes so sweet and adoring on him. Makes him feel even better and more floaty in the wake of his orgasm.

His tongue feels a little numb, but he manages a nod. Tomura presses another kiss to his cheek before he's moving them through the water. He has enough limbs that he quickly enough has a few of the thick fluffy towels laid out over the carved stones that lead to the lip of the pool, and then he uses his too many limbs to coax Dabi back against those too, lifting himself out of the water once he's settled on his back dazedly. Tomura's body is mostly the same across his torso, though there is another set of gills cut across his sides. The real changes start where his belly button used to be, the skin transitioning into black and staying solid to where the top of his pelvis is before changing into the branching, too many tentacles that are all over him again once he's settled. Two pushing his legs wide, one still playing with his soft, oversensitive cock, another stroking at his seams, his hands running over his skin as well. It's overwhelming and when he tries to reach for Tomura, his wrists are easily bound and pressed back against the ground. Wants him helpless today and for the first time in a long time Dabi feels it as his lover brings one of the tentacles between his legs and starts to prod at his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath as it teases and toys, slick, but not as wet as his fingers usually are-- at least, not at first. Dabi watches as he squeezes the muscles of that tentacle around themselves again, gathering more of his slick and pressing a thick glob of it against his hole, enough that it's dripping down his skin and making him squirm a little as his face goes hotter. The slick makes his hole tingly and sensitive like it did his throat and Dabi can't bite back the little moan that slips out as even just the very tip of the tentacle breaches his rim and pushes a little inside him too. It's smooth and tapered, the suction cups soft enough that all they offer is a slight bumpy texture as Tomura teases him open. He works slowly, eyes dark with his lust, and dragging over every part of him. Loves to work him up, and to make him fall apart over and over again.

He toys and teases at his hole until Dabi is whining and moaning, his cock starting to harden again, and his hips trying to twitch back on the appendage to get it deeper. But as soon as he makes that movement, Dabi knows it was a mistake. Because Tomura's eyes spark, a smile curling slowly over his lips. It's such a pretty smile, soft and sweet. It's the kind of smile that would make anyone else doubt he's a villain. But Dabi knows that smile. Knows its soft, and affectionate, and filled with his joy because he's about to take some fresh sadistic pleasure from his body. He whimpers and that's all the sign that Sir needs before he's pressing the tentacle in, and in, and in.

His hole stretches around it, the taper and viscosity of the slick making it much easier for him to feed it inside of his body. His muscles stretch open around it as it goes deeper, the base much wider than Tomura's cock, and so much longer. He thinks Sir gives him three or four more inches than he usually gets, and that is so deep that Dabi doesn't think he could push any further without carving open a spot all for himself inside of his insides. And he doesn't start to thrust the appendage when he does eventually figure out how to breathe and not tense. Realizes Sir must have wanted him to cum before so he would be too relaxed to be nervous or think about the fact that Tomura probably doesn't have a dick in this form. Maybe. He doesn't know what octopus biology is like. Those thoughts are delirious and fleeting as they flit across his mind, lost quickly enough when Tomura starts to undulate and twist the tentacle inside of him. He feels his hole flutter around him as his insides try to clench down on him as pleasure sparks across his nerves, his cock hardening the rest of the way. Tomura must feel that against him, draws the one inside him out just an inch or two before pushing it so deeply inside again and rubbing more.

Dabi is panting and moaning constantly as his lover sets a rhythm to his movements that slowly has less and less of the tentacle returning to push along his insides on each slow, writhing thrust. Makes him feel so much emptier than when they started and soon enough he's trying to rock his hips back to make him give him more. Forgot the lesson he just learned about trying to get more that Tomura was ready to give him, and is punished for it when the tentacle draws all the way out until only the very tip is rubbing circles around his hole again.

"Not enough, baby boy? You could have just said that you need more in your greedy hole. You know I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart." Knows he's in over his head when there's a second tip pushing against his rim then, and a fresh pulse of slick over and inside his stretched hole. A high wine fills his head as Tomura starts to press both inside, does it even more slowly, slick gushing inside of him and against him to ease the way as he goes, but he pushes them in, and in, and in, until they hit that spot inside of him again where they can't push any further. It takes a really long time for Dabi to realize that whining is coming from him. Takes even longer to notice that his cock hurts because it's so sensitive and softening rapidly in the wake of his second orgasm he didn't even notice approaching, body so lost in the sensation of being this full for the first time in his life, that the pleasure came and went with only the aftershocks making an impression. Tomura keeps his cock encased in his warm, tight muscles, wet from the pool, his slick, and Dabi's cum, but he doesn't torture him, doesn't stroke him or suck at him. Warms his cock the same way Dabi likes to do for him on occasion.

He works the two tentacles inside him even slower and more carefully than he did the first, and Dabi can only lay there, lost in the sensation as his lover touches him everywhere else too as he presses kisses to his cheeks and lips, and strokes his hair.

"You're doing such a good job, precious. You're taking me so deep, so proud of you, baby boy."

Dabi embarrasses himself by mewling, his insides trembling at the words. Always wants to be good for Sir. Wants to make Tomura proud.

"Do you think you can do even better? Do you want to take my cock too, firefly?"

He whimpers, thought that Sir might not have his cock in this form. Doesn't know how he could possibly take anything else, he's so full already but... but he wants to be good. Wants to make sure that Tomura feels good too. His whole body is shaking but he still manages a little nod. Tomura gives him a soft kiss.

"You know what to do if it's too much?" Another little nod, "Show me." And even with his wrists held in place, he can still snap his fingers. "Perfect, sweetheart." Then his focus shifts, the tentacles pulling slowly out of him, but the tips are more insistent around his rim, keeping him open, stretched. Dabi's face goes so hot when he feels how far he's spread and how the cooler air feels against his gaping hole as the tips of his tentacles tease him and keep him open.

He expects to get Tomura's cock, doesn't expect a new tentacle to come slithering out from beneath the tangle of the others, this one stark white and shaped a little differently than the others, the suckers starting a few inches down from the almost spoon-like spaded head. But it's just as mobile as the others as it crawls up his thigh as the two that were already inside him ooze a little more of their slick into and around his hole, before Sir's cock is pressing inside. Dabi moans, voice raw with the sound, as Tomura immediately pushes in and reaches, crooking to rub against his prostate, the strange shape of his had almost cupping it as it rubs and presses and makes his whole body loose and tingly with fresh pleasure.

Only gets that for a few strokes before the tips of both the other tentacles are sneaking in alongside his cock. Pull out almost all the way each time, but they do push in a little further each time they re-enter him, and soon Dabi is whimpering and trying not to squirm, as he becomes so full that he's surprised there's even room for air in his lungs. He has never been this full before. Pressure across every single nerve ending inside his hole, at his stretched rim, warm, slick, tight pressure around his cock. It's all so much. It's too much. Dabi doesn't know how he can even survive every sensation that is wracking his body.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby," Tomura's praise makes him float even higher. "Didn't know you could be any cuter, but you're so pretty all blissed out of your mind. Have I finally found something that's enough for my needy size queen?"

"Sir," his voice is so thin, and it was so hard to even get just that one word out of him, that Dabi doesn't even bother to try for another.

"Stuffed you so full, haven't I?" Rhetorical, as he starts to move the members inside of him. Dabi's vision bursts with black and spots of white as that whining starts again. But if it was rhetorical, why is one of the other tentacles lifting his wrist from the stones. Tomura catches his hand with one of his own and brings it to his lower stomach, "There, precious, can you feel that?"

Dabi's brain short-circuits. He has a flat stomach, never been able to put on much weight with his quirk, hadn't noticed anything strange before, but he can feel it now. That there's a pressure here too. Can't feel the tentacles moving from the outside, can't see them. But he's so full that just putting his hand here is such a strong sensation of added pressure that it has his breath catching in the back of his throat. Tomura chooses that moment to press a sucker to his prostate, and his breath breaks on the hitch of a sob. Oh. Tomura promised to make him cry. The tears fall fat and heavy as new pleasure overwhelms his body. He sobs and moans as Sir fucks him so slowly, and strangely, on his new appendages, the one around his cock squeezing and coaxing until he's hard again even though his body doesn't feel like it has anything else to give.

"Oh, firefly, you feel so good," Tomura moans softly against his neck, the tentacles around his limbs tightening as he starts to move a little faster. Dabi's insides twitch and flutter around him, his muscles liquid from how stretched they gone. "Fuck, baby," and he laces together some of their fingers where he's holding Dabi's hand against his stomach. Dabi has no idea how long Tomura has even been inside of him, but he knows that, knows that means that he's close and there's no way that he'll be able to take any more.

No sound comes out of him even as his mouth opens around a keen when Tomura starts to cum. His insides are even fuller, even wetter, as he does, because he's cumming in the same thick spurts as he was able to gather his slick. And he doesn't stop, Even his lover seems a little surprised, making a soft sound in the back of his throat as he rubs his tentacles inside of him as he keeps cumming. When they both realize that he's still got the same control over his cock as he did before even as he pumps Dabi fuller and fuller. He keeps moving them the way he was before, each one only serving to send more and more of his cum pouring out of Dabi's stretched, puffy hole.

He thinks he might completely lose his mind then, just floats so high as his lover keeps using his body, that he can't even tell up from down, that he doesn't even know when Tomura stops cumming. All he knows when his other hand eventually touches his cheek and that he's so sticky with his bloody tears. Dabi blinks deliriously up at him and Sir's eyes are so warm, and a little alien with their strange pupils.

"There you are, darling, thought you passed out for a bit." He might have, he really, really might have because the sky past Tomura's shoulder seems darker than it did when he first laid him down.

The tentacle around his cock tightens and strokes him again, the suckers starting to toy with his ladder and Dabi manages to cry out then. Makes everything more when that also has him tightening his muscles, which tells him he is still full and soaked around the appendages inside him. He shakes his head desperately, tongue too heavy to find his words.

"You can do it, sweetheart, just one more time for me." Words gentle and encouraging as the coils shift so that he can stroke along Dabi's cock like he would with his hand. Lets him see his flushed head peeking through the coils as he moves and moves, Tomura's cock shifting so that the strange head can cup his prostate again and rub and stroke there too. Dabi feels more of his cum ooze out of his hole and whimpers. Those warm eyes spark a little, and Tomura smiles that dangerous smile again. The two other tentacles draw a little further back too, making the stretch a little less, "Won't it feel so good to just let go, baby boy?" And then Tomura presses their joined hands a little harder against his lower abdomen.

Dabi doesn't know if he's ever felt more humiliated than he does at the way he moans when the external pressure has Sir's cum pouring out of him, so wet that he feels it absolutely soaking his thighs, the towel, making a puddle beneath him and it still doesn't stop. He gives another hard sob as his cock twitches, somehow his body betraying him even more when his orgasm washes through him again, but is dry. Barely manages a single drop of cum and Tomura coos at him.

"Oh, precious," Before leaning in to kiss him and lick away the blood on his cheeks as he pulls his tentacles all the way out of him and pushes a little harder on his stomach.

Dabi might actually pass out as the cum spills out of his gaping hole.

///

Absolutely fucking passed out, he realizes when he wakes up an unknown amount of time later clean, dressed in his pajamas, and tucked into the lavish too-big bed. His stomach twists a little, his mouth feels dry, and his limbs are very heavy, but not hurting. Might not be hurting though because Dabi's practically numb from the hips to his knees. Feels the echoes of an ache, like how it does when he has Tomura fuck him with his cock and a strap at the same time, but the tentacles were a lot more than that. He should really be hurting more he thinks. He tries to push himself up a little and he immediately hears movement in the dim room.

"There you are, firefly." Tomura sits on the edge of the bed, turning the lamp light up to a higher setting. "How are you feeling?"

His throat is thick and a little raw, "Like you fucked me six ways from Sunday. Fuck, what time is it?"

"Late, baby." Tomura reaches for a pill bottle and a glass of water by the nightstand. Dabi doesn't need to be told, takes the offered pills and gulps down the water. Duster refills the glass for him and when Dabi has finished that one and set it aside he catches his lover's sleeve and pulls at him. Tomura doesn't protest, climbing into bed with him and wrapping him up in his arms. Dabi tucks his face against his chest, still exhausted. "Did such a good job pretty boy, so perfect for me, so proud of you." Words pressed to the crown of his head alongside soft kisses as Tomura strokes along his back. Turns him back into a puddle immediately. "Love you so much, firefly."

"Love you," but his words are slurred and sleepy already. Barely manages to stay awake long enough to realize that his lover's libs are back to normal before he's out again.

///

He is, decidedly, a lot more sore when he wakes up the next morning.

"Yeah, the neurotoxin must have worn off, here, you can have another dose of pain killers."

"Neurotoxin?"

"It's just a mild one, Ujiko tested it, I didn't think it did anything unless it was more concentrated, but you said you couldn't feel your lips last night." He doesn't even remember that conversation. Doesn't know if he's ever been that high in his subspace. "Do you feel alright otherwise?"

He considers, "Yeah, I'm fine, Shig." Though his stomach protests with a loud growl. Makes his lover smile at him indulgently, and Dabi flicks him off. "Shut up."

But they put on their robes and slippers and go to the private dining room that they were told would be set up for the League's use. He does not limp, no matter what that smug look his lover keeps giving him might say. They can hear the others through the door and they are all very pleasant when they greet them. Small talk, food, some work stuff, and Toga demanding that Tomura show them his new quirk if he's gotten it working. Shig agrees easily enough, and by the time they're done eating, have put their bathing suits back on, and reconvened back at the co-ed pool, Dabi is feeling mostly normal, though he's still a little sore and definitely not ever going to be able to look at takoyaki the same way again.

Tomura gets into the pool and disappears beneath the water for a moment. When his head pops back out of the water he's blinking, his pupils horizontal once more and the gills on his neck twitching, opening wide before he gives one soft cough before he's turning his attention back to them. He moves a few of the tentacles out of the water and Dabi doesn't think he or Tomura were expecting for Twice, Toga, and Spinner to all burst into laughter.

"Oh my fucking god, you were right! How did you know?" Toga is wheezing she's laughing so hard.

Spinner is trying to gasp for breath as he chokes out, "Only blow us off for sex. It either it worked and made them insanely horny or it didn't and sex was the consolation prize."

"But tentacles? How scandalous!"

"What other sea creature do you think Dabi would fuck?"

"I am going to burn you alive!" Means it too, his hands lighting up as he lunges for them, his face burning with his shame. Barely gets a step towards them though before slick coils of tentacles are catching him around his legs and his middle. And then gravity is gone as he's pulled from his feet. The hot spring water rushes over him as Tomura pulls him into the pool, dragging him in close so that his back is locked against the other man's chest, holding him in place with an arm as his extra limbs dart out to catch Toga, Twice, and Spinner before they can run out of his range. He drags the three of them in as well, making three loud splashes.

Dabi swears that he hears Compress mutter, "Children," as he gets into the pool more leisurely. He doesn't give a shit about being mature, he has a lizard to drown.

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