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beesspacedotorg · 4 months

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Summary: You've had a truly awful day, luckily, your adoring boyfriend Minho is there to make it better. 2.5k words

Warnings: there's sex, but honestly it feels like someone accidentally got porn in my fluff so do with that what you will. reader is as gender neutral as physically possible. reader is also lowkey a crybaby, sorry but actually I'm not

Notes: Hello adoring public. It turns out, I can write fanfiction, and with the encouragement of Juno and Ems, I can also post it! There is a cat in this, she was inspired by a cat my family used to have and a cat my family currently has. They're both calico which I think explains everything you need to know about them.

There’s a lot you can say about the day you had today, and most of them start with sh- and end in -itty. You’re thinking on this as you dive head first onto the rough material of your couch, great for sitting, bad for face planting. You hear a scratching by your head and absentmindedly bat your cat away from the arm of the couch, mumbling something about how she has a perfectly good cat tree two feet away before resuming your completely justified sulking.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t hear you come home. How was your day?” There’s a voice above you and you can picture him in your mind's eye, leaning against the back of the couch as he stares at your limp form, probably eyeing the shoes you didn’t take off by the door. You mumble something half hearted in response and he huffs before the sound of walking hits your ears and all the breath leaves your body at once. He’s sitting on you. This motherfucker is sitting on you.

“Get off, Minho” You had to tilt your head to the side, it’s hard enough to breathe through couch fabric as is, much less when there’s a full grown man sitting on your back.

“You should answer people when they try to talk to you, jagiya.”

“You shouldn’t sit on people while they’re laying down, yeobo.” Your voice is a lot more acidic than his was and a twinge of guilt settles on you before it dissipates as he shifts and manages to place more weight on your back.

“Hmm. I guess we’re both doing things that we shouldn’t then. How tragic.” His voice is deadpan, and you still can’t see him from where your head is turned- your view is limited to the back of the couch and his arm in your periphery- but you can feel the dead stare he’s aiming at your skull. There’s a silence for a few moments while you engage in a war of attrition, neither of you willing to give up just yet, but it’s getting genuinely hard to breathe and your back is starting to hurt.

“It sucked, please get off.” He does, patting your back consolingly.

“See? Was that so hard?” He guides your head to his lap as you both sit back down, petting over your hair like he would his cats. “Tell me, what’s got my baby in such a tizzy?”

You grumble at him, rolling over to shove your face into his stomach, tired and petulant. He sighs softly, but keeps patting your head, so you know he’s mostly just doing it for show.

“That kind of day, hmm, jagi?” And you nod again. Honestly, it wasn’t much different from a normal day, it’s just that the right things managed to go very wrong and subsequently ruined your day in a way that has pressure forming behind your eyes and your voice cracking stupidly every time you try to talk.

You both sit for a while before he puts something on the TV and gently shoves your head off his lap.

“Hey-”

“Do you want the dinner I worked so hard on to go cold?” He has his hands on his hips in front of you and you laugh slightly at how funny he looks. He rolls his eyes and goes, coming back with two bowls of something before he forcefully sits you up and shoves it in your hands.

“Eat.”

“Yes, chef.”

The food is delicious, it always is when Minho cooks it, he’s got a talent for it you’ve never really seen firsthand, and you consider yourself truly blessed to be able to eat it as often as he’s able to make it for you. Still, gratefulness and taste aside, your day was shitty enough that every mouthful tastes like ash and turns to rot in your stomach, leaving you with an unsettling queasiness that shouldn’t ever be attributed to your boyfriend’s cooking. You’re shoving the contents around with a spoon before he huffs- a real one this time- and takes the bowl from you, setting it on the coffee table next to his own before he mutes the TV.

“Okay. Quite clearly something is wrong. What can I do to help you?” You think he knows, but you like that he asks anyway. Minho always asks, always lets you talk and sort out whatever’s going on before he tries to help. Even if your answer is a simple shake of the head, a simple, I don’t feel like it, become a mind reader, he always asks before he helps. Sometimes you wonder how he always knows what you need, others you just decide to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

You huff and your lip wobbles pathetically and he coos, slightly condescending.

“Crying already? I haven’t even done anything.” He’s teasing, but his hands are gentle as he pulls you into his lap, his hands are gentle as they find their way under your shirt, his mouth is gentle as it kisses down the side of your face to your neck.

“‘M sorry,” you’re not the biggest fan of crying, neither is he, but for different reasons. He’s not someone who’s brought to tears easily, you are, but there’s an inherent shame in it, you think. Something so embarrassing about getting worked up enough to start crying like a baby, and so as much and as often as you feel like crying, you don’t. This he also knows, because he knows everything.

“Aish, why are you sorry for? I didn’t tell you to apologize, did I?” He taps your cheek lightly, causing you to look up at him, he plants a kiss on your nose, then your mouth.

“Sweet thing, don’t worry about anything except for what I tell you to, okay?” And you nod and he smiles.

You’re not much for talking in times like these, everything is so sensitive and soft and talking feels like a cheese grater on this cloudlike moment so you don’t and he knows, so he doesn’t chide you for it. Usually, he would. He’d crack a hand down on your ass or grab a fistful of your hair and tell you that he asked you a question so he expects an answer, but that’s not what you need right now, so he doesn’t. He just kisses your jaw again before he puts both of his warm hands under your shirt and lets his fingers poke at your chest.

He always says his hands are small, but really, you wouldn’t be able to tell, not with the way he cups your chest in his hand and lets his thumb brush over your nipple, gentle and reverent. It’s not much, not as much as he usually gives you, but it’s enough to have your mouth dropping open with a gasp and your back arching into his hand, it’s enough to have him giggling softly at your reaction.

“Sensitive today?” He’s teasing again, as soft as he is right now, he’s still Minho, he still likes to poke fun. You huff, biting at his shoulder softly in retaliation and he lets you, pinching your nipple just this side of too much in retribution before one of his hands wanders down to your ass, groping and squishing the flesh. Your breath stutters in your chest as he pushes your hips forward onto his, friction sending sparks up your spine.

“Min-” You’re desperate and he hasn’t even done anything yet, not really. A few stray touches and you already feel yourself shattering to pieces in his grasp, you’re not afraid though, and not quite ashamed. He’ll take care of you, he always does.

He does it again, guides your hips forward until you’ve gotten the hint to keep going by yourself and you’re struck with the urge to kiss him, so you do, removing your head from the home it’s made on his shoulder and making a go at his mouth. It’s messy, your coordination shot already, and you almost smash your forehead into his nose before he catches your head with a laugh.

“Easy there. Bloody noses aren’t exactly sexy.” You disagree, he could make anything sexy, but you don’t have time to voice that thought as he pushes his mouth onto yours and lovingly shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss is messy, they always are. However gentle he is, he can never seem to stop himself from kissing you until your face is covered in drool and spit, and if it were anyone else, you’d be mildly repulsed, but you like the way he looks at your mouth after it’s over, so you let it slide.

You pull away, chest burning and heaving and look at him before you still, eyes drawn to something by his head.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You don’t answer, gaze still drawn away from him.

“There’s a little white girl staring at me.” He turns his head to the side and laughs as he comes face to face with your cat, her green eyes boring into him. He scratches her head affectionately and lets her headbutt him before your center of gravity is shifting drastically and you’re clinging onto him for dear life.

The bedroom door shuts before you’re very aware of it and suddenly there’s a mattress under your back and a Minho over your front and his hands are up your shirt again, this time shoving it off of you until your chest is bare. You shiver slightly from the cold and then there’s a blanket being shoved around your shoulders and you smile up at him. He knows you so well, he loves you so much and your eyes are welling with tears.

“Aigoo, my little crybaby. It’s just a blanket,” there’s a kiss on each of your cheek bones, “silly thing. Save your tears for when my cock is in you, hmm?” Your breath stutters again and your hands are tugging at his shirt until he takes it off, he laughs again when your hands immediately find his chest.

“I’m glad someone appreciates my hard work.”

“They’re nice boobs.” The sentence catches him off guard, makes him laugh hard enough that he loses his balance a little and his weight settles onto you more. It’s comforting, like a weighted blanket that can talk and walk and kiss you silly.

Then, his hands are under your bottoms, tugging them off your legs and you’re suddenly wearing nothing and he’s still in his pants, which you find disgustingly unfair. You reach down and tug on the hem off his sweats, pouting and huffing until he gets the message and tugs those off too.

“You just want to get me naked,” he starts. “I can’t believe you just want me for my body.” You nod cheekily in response and he smacks your shoulder.

“Yah! See if I’m ever nice to you again!” But he’s kissing your neck again as his hands guide your legs to cross over his hips before he’s touching you in a way that steals the breath from your lungs and makes your head tip back into the pillows.

“There we go. So pretty when you’re like this, hmm? So soft and sweet for me.” His fingers are in you now, pressing insistently against that spot that makes white splash in your vision and reflexively forces your legs shut. He grunts slightly as your thighs squeeze around his hips, pressure just this side of uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps his pace steady inside you until you’re almost tipping over and he stops. You look at him with something akin to betrayal, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to complain he’s sliding home and you don’t have enough air to say anything anyway.

He catches it though, rolls his eyes as he sees the way your attitude was about to flare up.

“What did I tell you earlier, jagiya? Don’t worry about anything unless I tell you to worry about it. I always take care of you, don’t I?” He does, he’s good to you like that. He sounds slightly out of breath already, unusual for him, but you don’t mind because it feels like you’re seconds away from God’s doorstep yourself.

His pace is slow and deep, bass knock steady even as you squirm under him. If this were a normal situation, he’d stop, hands gripping your hips unforgivingly until you stayed still, but this isn’t a normal situation so he lets you wiggle, only huffing in mild irritation before he leans down to kiss you again.

“You’re gonna knock us off the damn bed, baby.” But he doesn’t make any move to stop you, and you feel too good to really process his words anyway. You love him, you really do, and you’re struck with the overwhelming urge to tell him, to let him know, to make him know. You grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in until he hisses and levels you with a glare, one that instantly softens when he meets your eyes.

“I love you,” it comes out of you as a sob, like it was wrenched from your vocal chords before you gave yourself permission to think it. “I love you so much.” You’re rambling now, repeating those three words over and over and Minho coos, hips faltering just slightly. He always goes weak when you tell him you love him, and you keep it in your back pocket like a weapon for the times that you’re in trouble.

“I love you, too, jagiya. ‘S that why you’re crying? Hmm? Love me so much it’s gotta spill out from your pretty eyes?” You nod in response, breath hitching from the pleasure and the tears and his hand drifts from its place on your hip to touch you again and you’re spilling liquid heat before you can really register what’s happening. You feel him inside you, too, insides suddenly molten warm but you’re floating too high for it to feel like it’s happening to you, like you’ve been temporarily ejected from your body.

When your soul settles back into your bones, Minho is laying next to you, staring at you with his wide eyes, you look over at him and smile.

“Is boba really worth it?” He looks confused at your question before you poke him on the eyelid and he laughs.

“Feel better?” You consider for a moment. Your teeth don’t feel like they’re too big for their sockets and your bones no longer feel itchy. You’re hungry, but mostly, your mind is quiet. There’s no overwhelming pressure behind your eyes and when you talk your voice cracks from sleep instead of from the force of choking back tears.

“Much. I’m hungry, though.” You give your best impression of puppy eyes at him and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. You’ve been told that your pleading face looks mildly perturbing, but Minho always says you remind him of Soonie when you do it. It makes you feel slightly bad for Soonie, soon the cat isn’t going to be able to get anything off of Minho because you’ll have rendered him immune.

He comes back with your reheated bowl in one hand and your cat in the other.

“She screamed at me until I picked her up. Stood on my feet and hollered.” He winces slightly. “I should’ve put on boxers because she almost mistook my dick for a toy.”

#bee blurbs #ft.lino #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know x you #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x you #lee minho x reader #the last time i wrote fanfiction and posted it it was very mid langst so lets hope this is better #this is saved in my google docs as “Sorry to God and also Myself” btw

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 16

daddy - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1386

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A sizzling noise broke through the relative quiet of the kitchen, accompanied by your out of tune humming. The smell of spice filled your nose and made your mouth water slightly as you swerved the vegetables around in the pan. It felt almost nostalgic to be doing this, considering you hadn’t cooked in quite a long time. You never had to, your boyfriend took care of that almost every day. And you were beyond grateful for it. You didn’t like cooking, and you weren’t too good at it.

But recently, things had really picked up for Onigiri Miya, with Osamu on the verge of opening a new branch in central Tokyo. His hours had been long and strenuous, and he came home later and later. You had decided to lessen his load as much as you could, which included taking over some of his home chores and the kitchen duties. Of course, it would be nowhere as good as Osamu’s expert cooking, but it was one less thing to worry about for him.

And while your food wasn’t great, it’s not like it was inedible.

You were brought back to the present when there was a click and the door squeaked open, signaling Osamu’s return. You smiled and turned back to the pan, waiting for him to make his way into the kitchen. You listened to the sounds of him toeing his shoes off in the genkan and sighing heavily, making your smile falter. He was probably tired as hell. He really needed to slow down a bit.

“Hi baby.” Your words were laced in affection, turning to look at your boyfriend as he lumbered into the kitchen, his cap bunched up in his hand while the other ran through his dark hair. He deposited the cap on the kitchen island, making a beeline for you and wrapping his arms tight around your waist from behind, head digging itself into your shoulder.

“Tired?” You asked rhetorically, feeling at ease with his hands finally on you after a whole day of being apart. Osamu hummed, reaching out to the knob for the stove and turning off the fire.

“Hey-” Your protest was cut off when Osamu lifted his head enough to lay a small kiss on your neck, his lips moving up to tickle the shell of your ear.

“I appreciate the gesture, babygirl,” he whispered, large hands squeezing your sides. “But there’s somethin’ else Daddy really wants right now.”

Your body reacted instantly, like it always did when Osamu used that word, and you could feel as he pushed his hips into your ass, that Osamu was ready to go. He was already throbbing, so hard against the swell of your ass that it made your breath stutter. Your lips parted when Osamu started placing the smallest kisses over your skin, stopping at the collar of your shirt to trace his tongue along its edge, biting at your shoulder a little. You felt your mind muddle, your pussy throb with need, your eyes glaze over and you slipped, straight into the role that you and Osamu had crafted together for you.

“W-what does Daddy want?” Your voice was husky and small, pushing your hips obediently back into the erection in Osamu’s pants. He hummed in approval.

“I wanna taste my baby.” He whispered back, fingers slipping into the waistband of your shorts. “Then I want my baby to lay back and take as many loads of Daddy’s cum as she can.”

You clenched hard around nothing, feeling yourself grow wet at the thought. Miya Osamu had many talents, and one of his best ones was how well he ate pussy. With the kind of mood he was in, you were certain he was going to leave you a whimpering, drooling mess.

And you were right, half an hour later, you were wailing at Osamu to stop, your cunt overstimulated beyond belief, your thighs covered in your juices, legs shaking, Osamu humming into your clit as you came again, wetting more of his face, his jaw, running down his neck, while he remained completely unbothered, holding your legs apart with an iron grip, tongue and lips working over every single part of you with a desperation you hadn’t seen in him for a long time. Osamu was often tired when he came home these days, but you didn’t know there was a kind of exhaustion that could lead to this.

By the time he resurfaced, tongue running hungrily over his coated lips for any remaining taste of you, you felt he had transferred all his exhaustion to you, leaving you boneless and numb, pussy tingling and clenching like mad. And yet, you still wanted more. You whined and reached for his shoulders, trying to pull him closer with your shaky legs, yearning for his cock to fill you up just the way you liked it.

“Daddy,” you cooed in your best voice, pouting at him. “Can I have your cock now, please? I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?”

Osamu hummed, a little smirk lifting one corner of his mouth as he played with a strand of your hair, damp with sweat. He tucked it behind your ear so tenderly it made your insides squeeze. Leave it to him to be romantic at a moment like this, with your legs spread open around his waist and his cock gliding over your weeping pussy.

“Ya’ve been so good, babygirl.” He affirmed, making you close your eyes and bask in his praise. “Takin’ it like a champ. And now ya want my cock, too? Daddy’s really spoiled ya, haven’t I, princess?”

You whined and nodded, hips jerking up instinctively, to which Osamu grabbed your thighs, pushing them up until you were bent into a mating press. Your breath hitched, realizing just how rough this was about to get, and the thought nearly made your eyes roll back. And when Osamu finally filled you up, when his dick carved its way into your walls, hitting parts of you that made your toes curl and your chest squeeze, you understood exactly why he wanted to do this after a tiring day at work.

Osamu sighed as if a load had just been lifted off his shoulders, draping his torso over your body until you were unable to move, rendered motionless to just lay there and take what he gave you. It filled you with a primal satisfaction, being at his mercy like that, just taking what Daddy gave you, trusting that he would take good care of you. As he always did. Especially when you two were like this, when he felt overwhelmed and wanted to take control, he could come home and take care of you, reassure himself that he was still good, that he was capable of handling things, and protecting those he loved, and as he fucked into you, thrusts harsh and rough, listening to you whine about how good it felt and how he did it just right, Osamu felt like he was whole again. That he was himself again. That he could do this.

“Daddy ‘m gonna cum.” You babbled out, crying and weeping at how good his cock felt plowing into you over and over again, how your insides were melting and caving, fluttering around him, ready to fall apart as soon as he told you to.

“Good,” he rasped, face flushed red and hips picking up the pace even more, the sounds of skin slapping against skin growing even louder as Osamu’s breaths grew irregular. He was on the verge of cumming, and he wanted to do it with you. “Come on, baby. Cum all over Daddy’s cock. And take his cum while yer at it.”

And so you both allowed yourself to fall apart, you allowed Osamu to fuck his load into your tiny hole, spilling over and running down your ass until it met the floor. You let your nerves fire up, pushing and tugging until you were breathless and overstimulated, until you had gone completely limp in Osamu’s arms, not even registering the fact that Osamu was as hard as ever, still fucking hard into you and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Not that you were protesting.

Afterall, you let Daddy do whatever he wanted.

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yawntutsyip · 1 month

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 ─ when you bake something for them and it turns out horrible. (yuji, megumi, gojo)

warnings: none that I know of // SHITTY WRITING

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈:

When Yuji got home he was greeted by the smell of…well something was cooking.

“Babe, I'm home!” He announces and walks to the kitchen after taking his shoes off to see you standing there with a proud smile on your face and a plate of cookies in front of you.

“I made cookies for you! Try some!”

“Wow! Thank you baby” Yuji says excitedly and gives you a peck on the cheek before grabbing a cookie and taking a big bite, all excitement washed away.

Yuji chews waiting for the delicious sweetness to hit but it never does, all he got was immediate salt so he slows down his chewing and looks back at you and begins to feel bad.

You looked so proud standing there waiting for him to finish, you worked hard making these for him, how could he break your little heart. He just couldn’t.

“Mmm!” Yuji hums out with a forced smile as he swallows the horrid food.

“I love my significant other I love my significant other I love my significant other I love my significant other-” he repeats in his head and goes in for another bite, hands shaking, taste buds screaming.

‘WHY WAS IT SPICY? AND SALTY?’

“These are so good-” He begins but his body betrays him and causes him to gag, nearly spitting it back up.

“Yu? Is everything alright?” You say worried as you watch your boyfriend fight against throwing up.

“Y..ye..yeah baby, totally great! These cookies! Hahahaha so….gag so good!”

Concern growing on you, you reach and grab one of the cookies to taste for yourself and ask the same question in your head.

‘WHERE DID THE SPICE AND SALT COME FROM?!’

Immediately you spit the food out in a napkin you quickly grab and shout at Yuji “SPIT IT OUT BABE!….DON’T KEEP EATING IT?!”

“No really babe it's not that bad!” He argues while trying to eat more but before he could you force it out of his mouth and quickly sweep all them away straight into the garbage and make him rinse his mouth in the sink.

“Why did you keep eating it?!?”

“You worked so hard..” He pouts at you.

��𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈:

Megumi is a bit more straight forward than the others unfortunately.

You and Megumi were chilling at your house, he was working on some homework while you were jamming in the kitchen attempting to make a chocolate cake with the ingredients you had at your house, some ingredients missing but you didn’t care.

“GUMI BEAR!” You scream for him. “I told you not to call me that, it's embarrassing…” He grumbles and appears behind you in a second, looking over your shoulder at the supposed cake you made.

His face says it all, with his eyebrows furrowed with a sour look on his face. “I made a cake! I know it doesn’t look the prettiest…I forgot to let it cool off before I put the frosting on and it crumbled but I'm sure it tasted good…”

You grab some on a fork and place it in front of Megumi’s face so that he could taste it.

He shakes his head no at first but as you keep pestering him and he finally stops grumbling and takes the tiniest bite. “Yep it's good”

“You didn’t even eat it! You just tasted the fork! Come on, just try it”

With more groans and mumbles coming from him and more pestering coming from you, you finally get him to take a full bite of the cake you made.

You feed it to him and watch as he chews only once and quickly spits it out in an instant.

“That was disgusting.” He tells you but instantly regrets it as he watches the smile fall off your face and turn into a frown.

“...Sorry babe…”

After you taste it for yourself you agree that he was not exaggerating because you had the same reaction when you got a crunch in your bite that was not supposed to be there. “Oh yeah what was not good…”

Megumi pulls you into his embrace while giving a light peck to your temple. “How about we make another one but together?”

WHILE THE TWO OF YOU ARE MAKING IT: “hand me the sugar please” “…babe did you use this earlier?” “yeah why?” “this is salt. You used salt instead of sugar.”

“OHHHHHHH well they look similar you can’t blame me…” You shrug sheepishly and go to crack the eggs but Megumi stops you.

“How about��I do the eggs…you can stir it”

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎:

Gojo was finally done with the last minute mission that he got sent and was now on his way back to his lovely significant other who was waiting at his house so patiently.

“ANGEL CAKES I'M HOME~ did you miss me?” he screams as he walks in the front door expecting to be greeted immediately with you at the door but you aren't there.

With a big frown on his face he walks further in the house to which then he hears you calling him from the kitchen. “In here my love! I got a tasty surprise for you!”

Books it to the kitchen with a cheeky smile on his face, once he sees you he’s slightly disappointed the surprise wasn't you on the counter, but a plate of cookies instead, a man could dream.

“I made you cookies! Tadaaaaa!” You tell him while shoving the plate in front of him and greeting him with a kiss.

In your guy's relationship Gojo does the cooking and baking. From knowing you since you both were in diapers, he has had previous experiences with you and your cooking to know whatever you made was about to taste like an absolute abomination.

“NOW! Before you say anything, I know I’m not the best at cooking but this time I followed the recipe step by step! So they should taste good…how hard could making simple cookies be? Taste them!”

Gojo hesitates but seeing you look so proud of yourself made him let his guard down. “Alrighty, hand one over then lets see” He gives in and takes the cookie you handed him, taking a bite before the horrid familiar taste hits his tongue. He quickly makes a gesture that he needs something to drink with a smile and when you turn your back to him he quickly opens the garbage with his foot and spits out while chucking the cookie in after, if you can even call it that.

You turn back around and hand him a glass of water. “Woah! You finished it already?! Was it good?” You grin at him while clapping your hands.

The man felt bad that even when following a simple recipe you had no talent when it came to baking, “Very good! I ate a lot of kikufuku on the way here so i'm full but i’ll eat some later cutie”

Later that night, when he made sure you were deep asleep he throws them all away and quickly stuffs other things to hide his crime.

Next morning: “Toru? What happened to all the cookies I made last night?” “I got so hungry in the middle of the night and they were so good that I ate them all! Sorry angel!”

“Oh?! Okay I’ll just make more then! Look I’m improving-“

“NO!…no more cookies, save your baking for a special time…hehe”

#₊˚ʚ 🌱 :: maka’s work #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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I saw some of your BG3 headcanon and I got to say I love it. 💕

I hope it okay to ask what would BG3 companion would react if the reader is a selkie 🦭💕

how cute! hope you enjoy, anon!

Astarion

sort of glad he isn’t the only “afflicted” of the group (even though you consider your selkie-dom a blessing and not a curse like his vampirism)

you spend long nights discussing how you adapted to “normal” life after the tadpole. he doesn’t need to hide from sunlight, you don’t feel the pull to constantly be near water.

makes jokes about stealing your sealskin when you annoy him, in return you threaten to stake him. just girly things 💕💞💓💗💝💘💖

when you finally get the confidence to transform in front of him he is transfixed. you are beautiful.

“what do you think?” nervous eyes, picking at your fingers.

“you’re wonderful,” he says, uncharacteristically sincere, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

Gale

super duper fascinated.

asks you a billion questions, ones you didn’t even think about the answers to!

”so how does it feel when you actually slip into your seal form?” “?? Normal I guess? Idk, Gale!”

he watches you transform and swim around, making lots of notes to start with — but he gets distracted and just watches you play.

when you flop up onto the bank next to him, covered in water and out of your seal body, he gets lost in the sweet depth of your eyes.

when he kisses you for the first time it’s the most sure he’s ever been about anything.

Karlach

“oh my GODS that’s so cool!”

also asks a billion questions too but not like… smart ones.

“have you ever eaten raw fish?” “yeah of course, Karlach!” “haha ew how did they taste?” “pretty good actually!” “AMAZING”

can’t stop looking at your, stroking your cloak when you’re in kith form. she knows how precious it is to you and wants to keep it safe.

she submerges herself in water and heats it up like a hot tub, you turn into your seal form and float around lazily enjoying her heat. ❤️

Wyll

gobsmacked but honoured you shared this side of yourself with him.

we know our lad likes fairytales, he’s swept up in the storybook aspect of it all.

(secretly you’re both thrilled at the idea of being a knight having a romance with a selkie. it’s so perfect and sweet! 💕)

always checks in to see if there’s anything he can do to make you feel more comfortable - finding you water to relax in or getting you some fatty food to enjoy.

perfect partner. respectful and doting. no notes!

Shadowheart

surprised, but pretends she knew all along (she didn’t, she just doesn’t want you knowing how taken aback she is)

I think you being a selkie helps her get the courage to try and swim.

maybe it’s you in bipedal form holding onto her and leading her into the water, or maybe you turn into a seal for extra buoyancy.

either way, she’s squeaking “don’t you dare let go!!”

she eventually gets more comfortable with this side of your life and there is nothing she enjoys more than just floating with you, holding your paw or your hand 💕

Lae’zel

doesn’t really understand.

you have to explain the concept to her a couple of times before it sinks in.

”this is a confession?” “yes…” “I do not understand why you believe I would think any differently of you. you are still the source of my joy.”

her honest acceptance of you, all of you, is enough to make your soul feel sweet.

you kiss her. there is simply nothing else for it.

Halsin

my man wildshapes, so he’s pretty used to people being in animal forms - even if it’s a bit different for you.

the two of you talk at length about changing into beasts and how it feels, what joy and freedom it brings.

let’s be real. we’ve all seen the bear scene. the two of you probably both turn into seals and get freaky. it’s great.

he likes to curl up in his bear form around you as a seal and drift off to sleep on the shore. you feel so safe next to him. he’d never let anything hurt you.

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dozing-marshmallow · 9 months

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FIRST DATE WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

Let’s see how far along he meets first date etiquette.

For starters, he absolutely refused to tell you where he was going to take you so you were stuck a week before on what to wear, trying to base it on what Chris would choose.

On one hand, he had standards high and strict from his wealth and reputation.

On the other hand, he also has his general personality where he was carefree like a child.

Can you imagine if you turned up in heels and dangling earrings just for him to take you to an amusement park?

Brrrr. But you’d rather that than show up in dungarees for a posh dinner.

Thankfully, when he does arrive outside your place to meet you, he’s well dressed and even brings you flowers (though, the bouquet was of his favourite kind.) informing you that you made the right decision of going ravishing.

He takes your hand to the limo (Heaven forbid he drives, he’s hired someone instead).

Ravishing it was, for the destination was in fact, a fancy restaurant.

If it wasn’t for Chris, you wouldn’t even have the riches to dream about stepping into this place!

Speaking of the man, he didn’t even need to make a reservation; seeing him, the waiter immediately rushed to ready a table.

“This place is mainly for awesome famous people. Like me! And I guess, you too.”

Sitting down at the table(with a pretty remarkable night view), you had a lot of fun scanning through the high class menu.

He spent most of the evening talking about himself and his accomplishments, but you expected that.

Not to the degree he was going on.

It was a bit obstructive since he would jump from one thing to another in the same prideful manner while your engagement ceased every time.

“My agent was really proud of me for taking the hosting job of Total Drama and for making everyone laugh! Don’t you agree?”

“Absolutely! You were made for Total Drama, no wonder why your agent is proud!”

“Haha yeah! And especially with my experience hosting that ice skating show, you have no idea how many producers wanted me for their upcoming shows!”

“Oh? That’s really great!”

“Any other reality show host would be too tired to consider taking on other shows, but not me! I humbly believe (and know) that with my face on any tv show, more success is guaranteed than whatever amount of success it already has. What can I say? I’m just that good at what I do!”

“I see...”

Your mood lifted up when the food arrives, but only a short amount of time. Chris wears a napkin around his neck, and after some lighthearted ridiculing, you do too.

“(Y/NNN).” He whines,“You don’t use your fish knife for the main meal! You use your dinner knife!” He sharply holds up his dinner knife,“Jeez! You’re not that poor, are you?”

Suddenly, the food doesn’t taste so nice anymore.

You awkwardly sip on your glass of wine, watching all kinds of girls run up to Chris (even the waiters) for pictures, giggles, autographs.

To make matters worse, Chris was actively encouraging it, with his own winking and smiling. He did that more than the number of times he’s asked you a question about...you.

Okay I get that he’s a well known celebrity, but...is he serious?

At least he took care of the full check?

Sigh. That’s what you had to tell yourself to make up for his insensitive disinterest in your life.

So much for a romantic dinner. You didn’t think you’d feel exhausted, nor did you think you would feel more opposite than your expectations to never want the night to end.

As you leave the restaurant, he smiles as your head is down.

What were you thinking? Of course he wasn’t going to be like how you’d imagine in your fantasies. Why did you think he would be more thoughtful off television?

“Uh, (Y/N)?” He calls a small while after the limo journey home.

You feign a smile,“Yes, Chris?” Did he remember another great thing he did?

“I’m...getting the feeling you didn’t enjoy tonight.”

Huh? You didn’t see that coming,“What makes you think that? Of course I did. I got to go on a date with the Chris McLean. Only millions could dream of this once in a lifetime opportunity, right?”

“But you’re not taking it that way...”

Aw, was his ego hurt? “It doesn’t matter how I feel, I enjoyed the restaurant and having you with me tonight, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow,“It doesn’t matter how you feel...? What makes you say that? Of course it does. It’s our date, right?”

You scoff,“More like your date.”

“What?”

Your heart races,“It’s fine, Chris. I know you have thousands of other girls on a list to go on a date with, that’s especially gotten longer after tonight and I’m just some temporary placement.”

“Dude... Do you really think I would want to give a chance to go out with those random girls I happened to see today when I have you? And what do you mean temporary? Do...you not want to be together anymore?”

You sigh,“Chris, look. I like you, really I do. But tonight, wasn’t the greatest. I can write a whole book about you after today, and meanwhile you can’t even name five things I achieved in my life.”

“You don’t need to, (Y/N), I already made all the volumes of my autobiographies, but I appreciate the thought.”

You twisted your head away from him in disbelief. Is he seriously still thinking about himself now? As if this date couldn’t be more deprecating.

“Haha, but really, I’m the one that should be sorry. You barely got a chance to tell me more about yourself, and I was a jerk for belittling you.” He put a luscious hand onto your jaw to turn your sight back slowly, causing you to look into his...genuine eyes,“Will you let me take you on another? Pretty please? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Well, will you?

#tdi #chris mclean x reader #td chris mclean x reader #tdi x reader #total drama chris mclean #td chris #chris mclean #total drama island chris #total drama scenarios #total drama one shot #total drama

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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What the Task Force and Los Vaqueros would be like if they were your dad!

(teenager edition)

Ghost

He’d obviously be protective of you. He loves you dearly and he didn’t expect to love someone so much all his life he thought he could never love again till you were born.

Although he may be protective he does like to teach you things like combat or anything that can help you protect yourself in certain situations. He loves seeing you feel proud of yourself for doing said task.

He actually and deeply enjoys spending time with you. Either if it’s going to a local fish shop or sitting on the sofa watching crime/ horror movies.

He knows that school doesn’t teach you the true ways of life so he decided to teach you what it’s like being an adult and the lessons of life. Although you do still go to school.

He would also spoil you as he doesn’t quite know how to be a proper father as his isn’t the greatest. But you and him know he really try’s his best to be a great father which you praise him for.

He’d bring you gifts from the places he went while he was away and you’d ask what the place looked like scenery wise.

When he’s home I feel like he’s definitely the type of dad that like to be ‘outdoors’ in certain ways like he’d ask if you’d like to go out and walk up a mountain or go on a hike.

If your not into stuff like that he’ll ask what things your into and try his best to have knowledge of what you like to do or enjoy.

If your into video games he isn’t that bad at them in all honesty. Feel like he’s more into zombie games or war games. If you offered him to play a game of Minecraft for example he’d probably make a small hut out of the trees around him then find himself a dog and name it Riley.

If your into reading or drawing he’ll ask about how you book or art piece is going and if he could buy or do anything to help.

If your into cooking then you’ve got yourself the best taste tester. Feel like he’s a dad that will want to be there as much for you as possible since he is always away. He’ll definitely like to try new foods or snacks you make then he’ll give an opinion on it.

If you get into a fight at school, he’ll looked annoyed especially if the teachers are around but as you get in the car he’ll tell you he’s proud as he taught you to fight and protect yourself.

Although he isn’t the one for feelings or emotions he’ll ask how you feel and if you want to vent. Then he’ll listen closely and ask questions then help you try to find a solution or something to help.

Soap

Feel like he’s the best friend type of dad. Like a best friend bond but he still shows his dad side when needed.

Loves to watch movies together with popcorn. He will let you pick and you’ll both watch it. If it’s a Netflix series god help you both. You’ll both binge watch the series and then anything that correlates to it like a side show or movie and binge that.

Later back type. Let’s you do whatever as long as it’s not drugs, drinking alcohol, etc. But besides that he’s pretty chill.

Definitely let’s you sleep in if your not well or for school holidays as he’s probably sleeping in himself. He loves lazy day. If you both feel like today is a lazy day, you’ll both wear your pyjamas all day relax and watch your favourite movies or play games.

Would like to have a hobby or any type of interests you both enjoy doing so you can do them together and have some quality time together.

Ghost is your godfather, even if Ghost doesn’t believe in god or he does your now his godchild and to be completely honest Ghost doesn’t mind as he prefers you over your dad.

Price

Definitely the ‘dad’ stereotype

Loves to spend quality time with you as he’s always busy and he doesn’t get to see you much.

Feel like he loves hosting bbq’s and he’ll ask you if you want to bring some friends and if their parents want to join as he says he cooks up a storm especially with stake.

Teaches you useful things and life lessons for the future. He teaches you about money management, cooking, how to clean a wound, taking care of yourself when ill or anything else that could come as handy.

You and Gaz have a sibling bond. You’ll even joke around and ask if Gaz could be adopted to your family. When he’s away you’ll take your dad to check up on him then do the same with Gaz but also send him TikToks as you know it makes his day.

Loves going out and spending the day with. Going on walks to eating some food by a nice view or climbing mountains if that’s what your into. He just wants to spend some time with his child.

If you like reading or writing, he will offer you to use his office while he does some paperwork or just sit there and maybe read his own book.

Alejandro

Definitely the ‘fun’ or ‘your friends love him’ type of dad.

Dilf (tbh all of them would be ngl😂)

Teaches you to cook like him or you show him your food tech (school taught) cooking and if he teaches you certain things you’ll make it in school and the teacher will be impressed.

If you have a dog he loves going on walks while talking to you. Anything that comes to mind you’ll both talk about. If you feel upset or anxious he’ll ask if you want to go on a walk and vent to him (if you feel comfortable) and like Ghost he’ll ask you about it and help find a solution.

Rudy is your uncle/godfather and Rudy is proud to be it!

If your not Spanish (if your mother isn’t) he’ll teach you some words that could help you and then he’ll teach you sentences and then conversations. And he’s proud when your able to speak any word especially if you can speak fluently.

Laid back but wants to know about your whereabouts and if your safe. So every few hours he’ll send a ‘are you ok?’ Text or ‘let me know if you want to be picked up’ and he will pick you up.

Rudy

Down to earth/nice and chilled type of dad.

Like to know about any new interests or hobbies you have so he can ask and maybe buy you stuff for the hobby or interest.

Like to take you out so you can have some ‘dad and daughter time’ so he will ask where you’d like to go and he’ll take you.

Brings snacks or food to your room if you feel upset or you both want to hang out sometimes even if you have friends staying the night.

Loves to have one to one conversations as he can’t always be home cause of work. Sometimes you’ll both watch a movie or go on drives and talk.

Alejandro is a proud Uncle no doubt. He spoils you when you see each other. Definitely mess around together and sometimes play pranks on your father.

Buys you trinkets or small note books to write in. He’ll try and take photos of the nicer scenery when he’s away so he can send it to you.

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #cod headcanons #cod mw2 #task force 141 dads x teen reader #cod modern warfare #task force 141 and Los Vaqueros #task force 141 and Los Vaqueros as parents

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nijigasakilove · 4 months

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Weekly dose of my independent queen Rishe 🙏🏾 Finally time for her to meet her old friend Kaine for the first time in this life.

Gotta feel weird to see someone you were so close with before using all this formal language and standing on ceremony. That first round of negotiations was never going to go anywhere.

Rishe sneaking out and meeting Kaine at a more appropriate venue, a bar, was a good idea to show her willingness to get a deal done. Kaine is a very results oriented guy and won’t commit to something unless it benefits him. I like it. Rishe’s business acumen was on full display in this episode. Being able to read Kaine like a book because of how close they were also helps. Not to mention giving him medicine for the hangovers people will have after they wake up.. well played Rishe.

The one thing she hadn’t considered was Arnold waiting in her room for her return lol. What I love about that scene in addition to the immense sexual tension, is that Arnold reaffirms his commitment to support Rishe in her endeavours. He doesn’t even try to pry in her business or limit her movements. He just wants her to be safe when doing so considering her position both as future Queen and his fiancé. Understandable. “ I said you’re free to do as you like, not put yourself in danger” cute 😩

The best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. No better way to diffuse the situation than by offering to cook Arnold some food. Despite her humility, Rishe’s soup was more than enough to satisfy Arnold. Guess when you like someone anything they cook tastes good lol. The added medicinal herbs didn’t bother Arnold at all.

Ah yes, Prince Theodore is here. I can already tell he’s a very interesting character. His introduction scene showcases his ability to go between the innocent persona and the more devilish and conniving one. He says he wants to save Rishe, but how does he know Rishe doesn’t want to be there lol!? I’m very much looking forward to that secret he has to tell her next episode.

Arnold arguing with his military advisor about sending the military to help the nobles was a great scene. It seems from everything we’ve seen so far, that Arnold is a very considerate person and loves both his people and close servants. Prioritising the commoners safety over that of nobles who already have private armies isn’t the usual mark of a tyrant. I wonder what makes him go down that dark path in every previous loop.

Really seems like Rishe and Arnold meeting is the big X factor! They’ve both always gone through life alone in these previous loops. The scene of Rishe giving Arnold a fist bump and telling him to do his best was so cute. When you got someone that sweet supporting you, how can you fail!

Great ep

#7th time loop: the villainess enjoys a carefree life married to her worst enemy!#7th loop villainess #7th #7th time loop #loop 7 kaime no akuyaku reijou wa #animanga hive #animanga #animangahive #anime seasonal #seasonal anime

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dialovers-translations · 9 months

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [04]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet Manor

Subaru: We’re here. Get in.

Yui: Eh? But...Subaru-kun, this is...

Subaru: No buts, just go. God. Don’t take forever.

Yui: O-Okay. I understand...

ー Yui enters the kitchen

Yui: ( I wonder why he took me here? )

Kou: Ahー There she is. Welcome!

Laito: Oh? You actually brought her here.

Azusa: We’ve been waiting for you...I’m glad to see you here...

Yui: What brings you all here?

Kou: What do you mean? Do people do other things in a kitchen besides cook?

Azusa: We’re getting everything ready for a welcome party...And we’d like you to help us out with the cooking...

Yui: A welcome party...? Will we have visitors over?

Kou: Of course not! Your welcome party, duh!

Laito: We feel really bad for what we did, you see? Sorry for throwing you into a cell out of the blue.

This party is meant to welcome you, as well as serve as an apology.

Kou: Carla-kun told us to do this so don’t worry. We’re not acting without permission.

Laito: That being said, we aren’t exactly great cooks, so even though you’re the guest of honor, we’d like to ask for your help.

Yui: Well...

( I honestly didn’t think they’d do such a thing for me... )

( They’re holding a welcome party for me. )

( Subaru-kun is... )

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Not in the best of moods, as I figured. I wonder if he’s against the idea? He was completely enraged yesterday after all. )

( No, I shouldn’t keep thinking so negatively. I might as well take them up on their offer. )

I’ll gladly help out. Let’s put together a delicious feast, okay?

Kou: Thank god!

Laito: It’d be boring to have a bunch of guys flock together in the kitchen.

We’re very happy to have you help out.

Azusa: Yeah, I feel relieved...

Yui: ( Now that you mention it, none of them are particularly skilled in the kitchen. )

*Cling*

Kou: Here you go. Use this to cut up the ingredients, okay?

*Cling*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Oi, don’t get distracted! ...What if you cut your finger?”

“Stop starin’ at me! Is it that funny to watch me cook!?”

Yui: Hey, how did you cook your meals up till now?

Kou: Well, the four of us did try to work together.

But Laito would always dip at one point or another and both Azusa-kun and I are better at eating food than preparing it...

Subaru-kun would pull through till the end despite all his complaints but to be honest, the meals he made were never ones to write home about...

Subaru: I’m sorry it tasted like shit! Maybe make it yourself then!

Kou: Just kidding~ We’re counting on you, so continue to try your best for us, okay~?

Subaru: Fuck off, I’ll kill you.

Yui: Fufu...Subaru-kun always takes care of those around him, doesn’t he?

Kou: Even though he’s the baby of the family~

Laito: Such a good boy he is.

Azusa: Subaru is...a nice guy...

Subaru: You shitheads really need to just shut up! Eve, don’t you dare laugh either!!

Selection

→ I thought it was cute (🖤)

Yui: Uhm, it’s cu...

Subaru: Aah!?

Yui: ( I guess he’ll get mad if I admit to finding it cute. )

Subaru: ...What?

Yui: I’m sorry, it’s nothing.

→ Genuinely apologize (♡)

Yui: I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. I couldn’t help myself...

Subaru: Apologizing won’t fix it.

Yui: R-Right.

Subaru: Oi, don’t look so serious. I’m not mad or anything.

Kou: Subaru-kun’s really nice despite his potty mouthー

Yui: ( He’s always looking out for those around him despite being somewhat of a lone wolf. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( ...I feel a bit better after laughing. The atmosphere isn’t as awkward as it was yesterday. )

Subaru-kun. I’ll lend you a hand, so let’s try our hardest together?

Subaru: Che...Fine, whatever.

Then pass those to me once you’ve cut them.

Yui: S-Sure.

*Chop*

Yui: ...Hey, Subaru-kun. Does this look good in terms of size?

Subaru: Ah? Ahー...I guess? Why are you asking me?

Yui: Eh? I mean, because you said that you’ve done most of the cooking up till now...

Subaru: But you’re the better cook, aren’t you?

...Besides, the stuff you make tastes better than mine as well.

Yui: ( Eh...? What did he say just now...? )

( Did he say it tastes delicious? Even though I haven’t cooked at all since I came here. )

( Are here memories coming back, perhaps...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. How do you know what my cooking is like?

Subaru: ...Hah?

Yui: I mean, you just said that I’m the better cook...

Subaru: ...

No...I said it on a whim. I just imagine it’s better, no need to read into it.

Laito: Ah, are you perhaps sweet talking her to win Eve over?

Kou: Eh? Is that so!? You’re a clever strategist, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Don’t be ridiculous! You guys should move your hands instead of your mouths!

Azusa: Exactly...Carla might get mad at us...if we don’t get everything ready on time...

Laito: I’m so sick and tired of that guy lecturing me. I’ll take this seriously even though it’s a drag.

Kou: Good point. We’re counting on you, Eve!

Yui: Then, could you tell me what we’re making today?

Kou: Sure~

Laito: Can’t you make everything while you’re at it? I doubt we’ll be of much help anyway.

Subaru: We’re not doing that. Oi, Laito. Don’t you dare sleep on the job today.

Azusa: Eve...I look forward to cooking with you...

Monologue

The four of us peacefully,

prepared the welcome party.

While spending time like this,

the strange situation currently taking place,

almost seemed to not exist at all.

Fake memories and incorrect family relationships.

Even so, it was fun,

to all cook together.

Since I was still unfamiliar with the kitchen,

things did not always go as planned.

However, we somehow managed to finish the dishes,

as the welcome party started without too much trouble.

After cleaning up the beautiful kitchen,

we headed for the dining room.

Since we were done with all the preparations,

Azusa-kun went to Carla-san’s room,

to go get him.

ー The scene shifts to the dining lounge

Carla: Everyone is here?

Azusa: Yeah, we are...

Carla: The food looks rather delicious as well.

Laito: Pretty unfair how you leave everything up to us when it comes to these kinds of things.

Carla: You want me to cook? I have always left such small household chores in your hands.

Kou: Ehー? I’m pretty sure it’s more accurate to say that you’re forcing them onto us...?

Azusa: Carla is taking command in this fight...So I am sure he has...a lot on his head already...

Kou: You’re right, Azusa-kun. I know.

Laito: Carla loves to make it difficult on himself, huh? Having to fight for the title of Supreme Overlord just sounds like a lot of trouble, doesn’t it?

Carla: Since I am the first-born of this family, it is my duty to lead and protect you.

Furthermore, there is not a single person in this World more fit for the title of Supreme Overlord.

Kou: Carla does seem like the perfect fit since he loves to be in charge, so I guess it works out in that sense.

Laito: I guess you could say he’s just the right person for the job?

Yui: ( Carla-san is everyone’s older brother...Something really does seem terribly off about this family make-up. )

( I wonder if the others really don’t remember anything about their real brothers? )

( Especially Carla-san, being a Founder, he is different from the others who are Vampires... )

( However, they were so kind to organize such a lovely welcome party for me. )

( Right now, I’ll show my gratitude and accept the sentiment. )

( ...Huh? The ring around my napkin has been decorated with a cute flower. )

( The others’ napkins don’t have anything of such sort, so did somebody put it on there for me? )

( I guess it’s part of welcoming me into the house? That makes me very happy. )

( I suppose it shows that they’re trying to be considerate of me? )

*TIMESKIP*

Carla: Well then, now that the banquet has started, I would like to share a couple of words. Eveーー

Yui: Yes, what is the matter?

Carla: Please forgive my previous crude behavior.

Yui: Eh...?

( I can’t believe he’s apologizing to me. Why...? )

Carla: You are necessary to our family. I would like to welcome you once more as our visitor.

Yui: ...

( Necessary...Because I’m Eve pretty much, right? )

( Rather than locking me up inside a prison cell and forcing me to cooperate with their plans. )

( Are they perhaps trying to win me over so I’ll willingly become their ally? )

( All so Carla-san can become the Supreme Overlord. )

( If that’s the case...I’m not sure how to feel about it. )

( I’m pretty sure that’s the reason why they organized this welcome party for me as well. )

( But when I look at everyone’s happy faces, I can’t just flat-out reject them, can I? )

( For now, I’ll just genuinely show my gratitude for their efforts... )

( No matter what kind of ulterior motives they may have... )

*Cling*

Kou: Azusa-kun, if you won’t finish your plate, I’ll take it~

Azusa: Ah...

Kou: Ehehe~ I ate it.

Yui: ( Ah, Kou-kun stole one of Azusa-kun’s sides. )

Subaru: Oi, Kou! How many times do I have to tell you to stop takin’ food from others!? Do somethin’ ‘bout that bad habit of yours already!

Laito: Don’t you need to stop them? It creates some ambiance, but it’s hard to enjoy my meal in peace like this.

Carla: Not my problem. Let them do that.

Laito: No, I’m pretty sure you should stop them?

Carla: It is not up to me to tell them how they should go about having their meal. Just ignore them until they’ve had their fun.

Subaru: They just have shit manners, no...?

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure Ruki-kun would stop them... )

( Carla-san always struck me as the type of person who’d be very strict about etiquette, but I guess he’s surprisingly lax in that regard? )

( I guess it’s because he was never that type of person? )

( Or perhaps it’s because Kou-kun and Azusa-kun aren’t his real brothers? I’m not sure which it is. )

Kou: I don’t mind behaving if you share some of your sides with me, Laito-kun?

Laito: ...Actually, I can tell by the look on Subaru-kun’s face that he’s simply dying to share his food with his older brothers.

Subaru: I’m not! Why me...?

Azusa: ...Subaru.

Subaru: ...Guh. Those puppy eyes won’t work on me.

Yui: Fufu. Kou-kun, Azusa-kun. If you’d like, you can have mine?

Azusa: Eh? Are you sure...? You’re such a kind girl, aren’t you...?

Kou: Hooray!

Subaru: Oi, don’t spoil them too much.

Carla: Are you sure, Eve? You are the guest of honor tonight.

Yui: Yes, I’ve already eaten plenty after all.

Carla: I see. You can do as you please then.

Kou: Thanks, Eve!

Azusa: I’m happy...Thank you...

Yui: You’re welcome. Honestly, it was worth making all of this now that I see all of you enjoying it so much.

( Even though the families have gotten jumbled up alongside their lost memories... )

( I guess things are going rather smoothly right now? )

Monologue

I do not think things should stay like this.

However, for now, I want to treasure,

this moment of peace.

While watching everyone,

interact in a friendly and peaceful manor,

the loneliness I feel inside becomes somewhat more bearable as well.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubaru3

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divine-donna · 1 year

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in the kitchen - hotd cast

blame my binging of epicurious for this one guys. (i also generally love to cook and bake so yeah)

funny enough i have a got cookbook in my cooking wishlist on amazon lol

when it comes to these headcanons, i tried my best to incorporate the worldbuilding from westeros since each character would have different tastes in cuisines (like alicent and criston, as primary examples). i have not read the books but hopefully i can do this justice.

ser criston cole

to the surprise of many, criston is very good in the kitchen. better to trust him with cooking over baking, but he’s a decent baker. his food has a lot of spices incorporated in them and it tends to be spicier than what most people aren’t used to. you will often find himself cooking late at night when no one else can interrupt him. he enjoys the quiet and to make some dornish comfort food that his mother used to make for him. more often than not, criston buys the spices and produce himself. he’s very particular about his fruit. kind of like an immigrant grandma or mom.

“evening (y/n). i did not know you would be up so late. it does so happen that i have made a little bit too much food for myself. would you like some? it’s roasted chicken with figs, olives, and some spices.”

daemon targaryen

daemon is not a bad cook? it’s really iffy considering that cooking and baking are things he never did. he doesn’t have much experience but somehow, he always manages to make something that tastes good. he definitely does not measure, definitely does not keep track of time. and somehow, it all comes together. he’s a little less chaotic when it comes to baking and the bread he’s made tastes really good. you’re always struggling to get a loaf from him.

“do you want some (y/n)? i slaved away for hours to make this. i promise it tastes good. at least that’s what my brother told me. don’t know if he’s lying or not.”

rhaenyra targaryen

rhaenyra is not a good cook. you have strictly been told to keep her away from the kitchen. there have been more than enough fires started when she’s tried. baking is a no good and the best she can do for cooking is just throwing stuff into a pot with some water and letting it simmer down into a stew. even then, she has managed to burn things before. better off letting someone else cook for rhaenyra.

“this is quite delicious (y/n). you have outdone yourself. perhaps you should come back to dragonstone with me just so i can have your cooking to myself.”

alicent hightower

alicent’s a homecook. she cooked more often when she was younger compared to being an adult. however, she has great technique. she much prefers baking considering the fact that it feels like she can exercise full control over the little thing she’s doing, which is opposite to her own life. definitely a stress baker and needs to do it when she’s alone so she can have time for herself. it’s her version of self care. she also is very picky about produce and comes into her children’s room unannounced with cut fruit. (there is no argument about this, i’m sorry)

“(y/n), dear, i noticed you were looking a little pale today. so i cut up some blood oranges from dorne and made some pigeon stew for you. remember to eat, okay? chasing aegon should be your priority after you nourish yourself.”

aegon targaryen

aegon seems to have inherited his sister’s skills because this man cannot be trusted in a kitchen. he has definitely undercooked chicken before and sausages and beef. definitely tried to cook once and alicent almost fainted when she saw that the chicken somehow turned blue. when he’s drunk, he’s alright. can actually put together a decent meal that isn’t undercooked. but never trust his technical skills. he almost chopped off two of his fingers once.

“come with you to the kitchen? mother won’t allow me to go in. i didn’t do anything i promise! aside from...almost cutting my finger off...and setting the dough on fire.”

aemond targaryen

aemond is not a bad cook. he’s very good at it, actually. he does not do it often but if the time calls for it, he will. he also is very good with baking and frequently comes to your room to deliver whatever he has concocted in the kitchen. there is something to note, however, which is that aemond’s palate is a little more on the sensitive side. so when he seasons things to his liking, it tends to be underseasoned for others. he also cannot handle spice. accidentally had some of criston’s food and almost died.

“i hope i’m not interrupting your studies, my love. because i come bearing lemon cakes and rabbit stew.”

helaena targaryen

helaena is very experimental in the kitchen. she spends an awful lot of time on her presentation rather than the process. the process doesn’t take long. it’s just the plating and making it look to her heart’s content that does. depending on the day, the food can taste as good as it looks. sometimes it’s a little underwhelming but regardless, eating helaena’s food is always a pleasant experience. she also balances her seasonings and flavors well unlike her younger brother.

“(y/n), are you hungry? i can make something quick before you get back to your duties. it would be a nice break.”

jacaerys velaryon

jace is someone who needs structure within the kitchen. he’s great at following recipes. and that’s why his food tastes good. he needs to follow a recipe when in the kitchen. it gives him some structure and a sense of direction. he’s okay when it comes to cooking without a recipe but much prefers having one. he’s also very clean, often cleaning as he goes so he doesn’t have to do it later.

“oh! don’t worry about that (y/n). i can clean up. i just finished with the dough so there’s plenty of time for me to spend cleaning. it’s a nice point of relaxation.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd headcanon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #ser criston #daemon targaryen #aegon the usurper #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon

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lilsoftsuccubus · 9 months

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Part 2 of 5

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. You and Todoroki haven’t eaten since lunch. Luckily there’s a convenience store close by the school. Only, it’s way past curfew and the school is filled with villain-catching security.

Pairing: Todoroki x General Reader (Shinsou is here too)

Warning(s): moments of anxiety/overthinking, swearing, mention of food, 4th wall.

Note: The relationship between reader and Todoroki can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, whichever. This is for my readers who also just want a bestie in crime.

I’m not experienced in comedy 🤷‍♀️

Silence was a virtue for you.

You were in the school building after a day of disaster. No, worse. Utter Failure.

Covered in soot, little cuts, and a broken pride.

Hatsume kicked you out to fix your suit.

You didn’t feel like heading back to the dorms and possibly getting teased for your incident. So stalling was your best friend at the moment.

The hallways were lit with an orange hue to the point you could see the little specks of dust floating in the light.

…

You could use a drink.

As if the universe heard your wish, you saw one of the provided vending machines in the distance.

Speed walking eagerly, you quickly stood in front of the machine, sought out the greatest drink mankind ever created and reached for your pocket.

Only to find that you have no change.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

It’s the last one too.

Why were you surprised?

Typical for a day like this.

“L/N?”

Your frustrated gaze found itself on a peppermint hair boy.

“Oh…hey Todoroki.”

He had his normal dead expression but seemed more relaxed than usual. He took a moment to observe you.

“Why are you still here?” He questioned.

You grimaced. You had no more energy to even socialize but you forced it.

“Tore my suit and praying that feral woman doesn’t try anything without me knowing.”

…

“I see.”

“What about you? I expected you to be at the dorms since we’re having soba for dinner.”

He took a moment to register.

“I forgot something so I went back to grab it.” His tone never changing.

And let his soba cool in the fridge. You chuckle in your head.

He looked at the machine behind you.

“Are you getting something?” He continued.

“Was. I didn’t bring change.”

“Here,” He pulled out some yen and inserted it into the slot.

An alarm rang in your brain.

“Woah woah woah wait! You don’t have to do that! Really it’s okay! Don’t waste your money!”

“It’s fine, my father has endured worse.” He calmly stated.

“Eh?”

He stepped back and waited for you to choose.

You took a moment to decide.

You really wanted this drink, and it’s the last one too.

Shyly, you pressed the button.

You ended up getting it after all with the cost of being embarrassed further.

…

“Thank you, you didn’t need to do that.”

“I saw what happened today.”

Fuck.

Your cheeks went hot. You’re even more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, nobody else did. Just me.” He added.

“Well, that makes it a little better”

You opened your drink and chugged it down all at once.

This was truly what you needed, you thought.

The comforting taste washed your senses, blurring your day a bit. Taking a breath, you finished and threw the drink away. Until you saw the floor.

A dark color contrasting the bright hallway in your peripheral vision. The distorted shadows of yourself and Todoroki side by side. He noticed your sudden attention and looked as well.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just…never seen my shadow like this.”

“You’ve never seen your shadow?”

“Of course I have, I mean- I like how lit and colorful the sunset is today, making our shadows more clear and well…defined? I don’t know, can’t explain it.”

He inspected the shadowed floor for a minute.

“I suppose. It does look better than usual.” He agreed.

Good job Y/N, shadows are a great convo.

A glimmer interrupted your thoughts, the way the orange hue hit the stray red and white strands of his hair as he inspected the shadow and window. Orange went well with his red scar, the scar you find bonny.

A perfect picture-like scene, fitting for the labeled “handsome” boy of 1-A.

Without thinking, you whipped out your phone and took a picture.

He didn’t notice until he heard a SNAP. His eyes widen, almost catlike.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, but you looked great…I couldn’t help it.” You mumbled in slight embarrassment.

He blinked.

“…Can I see?”

You immediately showed him the picture.

While justifying yourself quickly, his face was hard to read. He was blank.

Todoroki tuned out your ramble and thought only two things.

He was perplexed.

…and amused.

“So, what are you bringing? We need to be lightweight if we’re gonna do this mission. ” You insisted.

“Mission?” Shoto questioned as he hoisted his backpack.

You were texting Shinsou and scrolling through Tink Tonk for people who sneaked out before while waiting for Shoto. So far, nothing but videos of sneaking into a school instead of sneaking out one.

“Yeah, it’s kinda like a stealth mission don’t you think? It's more fun than stressful and I think it’d be some good training.”

“When you put it that way,” He pulled his hood up. “It is.”

“So, what are you bringing?”

“Nothing but money. I’m only bringing the bag because you’d probably want to fill it up.”

“Bring extra clothes, we’re gonna have to get dirty… Heh, that’s what she said.”

Shoto tilt his head.

“…Who?”

Oh, this sweet boy.

“Shinsou said he’ll text us if we need to come back. Our time limit is 5:00 AM. Most of the teachers will be up and about by 5:30 AM. Our insomniac teacher is most likely awake doing god-knows what so we need to watch out.”

Shoto crouched down to tie his laces then went towards you. Grabbing your hood, he hoisted it up covering your hair, tucking in the leftover stands.

“I’m thinking of climbing out the balcony.” You stated.

“Me too. The common room camera is too risky. Think your quirk can get us down?”

“My quirk has many uses Shoto,” You opened his closet and stuffed some clothes in his bag.

“Even after we get down, the gate is in front of the school. That’s the hard part.” He continued.

“It’s fine, the moon’s bright and I got it covered. We can use Google Earth and find a route to the gate.”

“Google Earth? Oh, that website. Smart. I’ll draw up a map.”

He took out a piece of paper from his desk and started scribbling. You spent a few minutes together looking for the shortest and safest path including backup ones. It proved to be difficult to not get lost in the simulation however you managed to find at least more than 5 routes. Including a very long one in case a safety precaution is needed, then Shoto estimated the amount of time taken for each route.

The shortest is 15 minutes, excluding the possible minutes you and Shoto would have to hide.

“We have to lean right. Close to the Beta Lockers but head straight when we get there,” he pointed to the map. “Then we use the forest to our advantage to pass the fountain.” Shoto explained.

“In the event that we have to split up?” You asked.

“Mm, If that happens then we meet up close to the fountain, and we don’t go until we find each other.”

“We can also share our locations to each other in the text app.” You suggested

“Good idea. I’ll silence my phone.”

You took a picture of the map and the spilt-hair boy stuffed it in his pocket, silently you turned off the lamp.

And the moonlight outside became the only light source.

The two of you stared at the open balcony. Or so, Shoto thought you were.

Instead you were looking at him.

Something about standing close to someone in the dark makes you appreciate the features that can be seen. Like the bright half of his hair, or rise and fall of his chest, or the little keychain on his bag.

And now, he was staring at you.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

“You know it.”

A second wasn’t wasted.

Quietly but swiftly, you used your quirk to climb down, leaving the doors open for easy entering.

For once you felt grateful for those climbing exercises. As you went down, you took note of your surroundings.

Kouda’s balcony. Filled with plants and growing carrots.

Mineta’s balcony. Empty. You made extra sure you covered your ears while climbing down

Shoto stuck close to you. You also made him cover his ears

Under a minute, your feet met the pavement. The crickets became louder yet still ignorable. Going near the building’s corner, your eyes met the glowing pathlight illuminating the way to the school building and rest of campus. Yet no one can be seen there. To your right was nothing but trees, exactly where you needed to go.

You took the lead, Shoto followed behind on guard. No Hound Dog or bots were visible. You didn’t plan on masking your scent until you got to the Beta Lockers.

For now, the two of you walked straight and leaned left. Tallest trees left and right, little pebbles under your favorite pair of shoes, a light breeze and humidity on your skin.

“I think you’re dramatic sometimes, Y/N. All of this just for snacks we could get after class?” Shoto began.

You look behind you in response.

“I think it’s worth it, you didn’t eat either.” you huffed.

“You distracted me from dinnertime.”

“No, don’t put this on me. You distracted me, with your cozy futon, nice laptop and amazing room-actually, you should do mine because I've been looking at Pinterest a lot recently and you’re the only beast that managed to transform a room faster than an interior designer.

“Hard work pays off”

“No kidding.” You jokily retorted.

“Either way, this is reckless.”

“Yet, you’re walking behind me.”

“I didn’t say I was opposed, I’m saying it’s reckless.”

“We can do this. I’m confident. We have Shinsou, a plan, back up routes, our phones, and our wild card. Literally. To be honest, this could be easier than the mock missions during training looking at it now. Way less complicated.”

“But this isn’t training, it’s us breaking the rules..”

“Says someone who didn’t think twice rescuing a kidnapped student despite being told not to. Oh and called a person with a dog quirk “a mutt”.

“…that was different-”

Every step let out the crunch of dead leaves, some didn’t, some had a pebble under it. Which made you wonder if you should start collecting some in case you need to distract someone.

“What did Shinsou want from the store?” Shoto continued.

“Not much, just some brand of iced coffee he likes and snacks that’ll last him the week.”

“Why didn’t he come with us then?”

“Let's say, it’s better that he stays in his cave right now. Hope you like being a delivery boy.”

He shrugged. “I guess this is payment for getting the card. It’s fair.”

Before you had time to reply, a wave of immense hunger struck you harder than truck-kun.

“This is what I get for skipping dinner.” You thought.

Shoto seemed to noticed.

“I think it’ll be faster if we run instead. The sooner the better.” he suggested.

“Yeah maybe. Let’s go.”

And thus began the semi-art of “red light and green light”, where the two of you would run as fast as you can then duck somewhere to listen, then you run more, and duck, all the while following the route carefully. (You were secretly racing Shoto)

Finally you turned left and kept going.

So far so good. At the speed you were going, it could be possible to make it in under 15 minutes.

So you picked up the pace.

Making sure not to trip over any twigs or rocks and letting the wind cool you.

You went faster, the trees and shrubbery that surrounded you became nothing but blurred colors swishing past you.

Shoto ran beside you, his eyes multitasking between what’s in front, under and behind him.

In the distance the two of you started to see a building peeking out of the forest. As well as a gap in the forest where a path to school resides. You saw it.

“The Beta lockers!”

Shoto tackled you into a bush.

Why he did it didn’t register instantly, but the pain sure did, he got off you immediately and looked around.

Just when you were about to cross the road, you thought.

You were going to scold him, but you heard it.

Footsteps, unusual footsteps.

Peeking your head with Shoto, darting your eyes left and right. A bouncy blue patrol hat caught your eye. Wearing it was a bot with a camera for a head a few yards from where you and Shoto are.

A security bot.

If you were being honest, this was your first encounter with a bot. You never saw them in the day eerily enough…

First encounter of the night, everything is going to plan.

It was oddly silent, moving but as if it was wandering with no purpose. Perhaps it was supposed to follow the road but somehow entered the forest? Eitherway, you knew how to handle the situation.

Ironically, you couldn’t find any pebbles. But who needs that when you have a human Katy Perry song?

“Sho.” you whispered.

His head turned to you.

“Make an ice ball.”

He understood.

Forming the ball, he squinted his eye at the bot and aimed his arm towards it.

You realized what he’s about to do.

“NO WAIT-''

The ball was already gone from his hand and so was everything you believed in.

CRACK

If you could describe his—or rather, both your faces in that moment,

it’d be the pikachu meme…

In one of the hallways of the Heights Alliance lies the habitat of a nocturnal creature, surrounded by blankets, pillows and shadow. While aggressive to other creatures it is rather fond of the feline species.

The Shinsou rests and scrolls through his phone in search of entertainment, waiting for his delivery servi-

“I’m not a damn animal documentary.”

The fuck? Did I give you permission to break the 4th wall?

“I didn’t give you permission to describe me as you like and I guarantee that I’m taller than you. So, narrate correctly this time.”

Last time I checked, this fic wasn’t about you.

“Then why am I here?”

…content.

“Uh huh…”

You know what, fine. Rewind the fic.

A bitch-faced boy sat idly on his b-

“Fine, keep acting like a child. Just tell the damn story”

Moving on, a peaceful night was in store for Shinsou back in the dorms. His sleeping routine wasn’t ideal like the others since they’re actual sleeping routines but he works with what he has.

But tonight was special. You see, he didn’t just send off his classmates for some regular coffee.

A few days ago, he heard rumors of some coffee brands that are apparently more effective than others, not in caffeine but in flavor. They described it as “the sophisticated taste made by the divines”.

Usually, the lilac boy doesn’t concern himself with murmurs of others until an acquaintance of his lets him have a taste of said coffee brand.

And my oh my, did his whole world change. He was very pleased to find that the brand was sold very close to school but many things prevented him from buying the whole stock, such as training, classmates, homework, family, pissing off Bakugou, the norm.

So when he found Y/N willing to sacrifice themself go out at night for a noble cause, he pondered, calculated and took his opportunity.

If that card gets lost, may God or whatever deity out there have mercy on his soul.

No, not God. Aizawa.

However, if they come back and succeed, then he’s looking at a week full of caffeine heaven. Without sharing.

His face may be tired but inside he was eager.

“I thought you meant to destroy the bot!”

“I MEANT DISTRACT THE BOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO THROW THE BALL AWAY FROM IT!” You frantically but silently screamed.

“Shit!”

You both stand before the Beta Lockers. After the crack you grabbed Shoto by his collar and zoomed away from the scene. Sliding + hitting your knee on a rock.

The two of you expected to hear some sort of alarm …but it never came.

He destroyed it.

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts.

The bot got destroyed before it could send any signals or so you hope. For a UA bot, shouldn’t it have been sturdier? Whether a signal has been sent somewhere because a bot got destroyed is the question. A question you don’t have a plan or time for.

You’re gonna have to risk it.

Shoto kept his eyes on the way you both came from.

“Ok. Bad communication on my part. I’ll be clearer next time.” You panted.

“You can apologize later, just go.” He grunted.

“Right.”

The Beta Lockers. But where is the school?

A tree to your left looked accessible.

“Hey, mind climbing that tree and see where the school is?” You asked.

He nodded and got to work.

You watched from below how every step he took was with certainty. His dark figure got smaller, bits being illuminated by the moon.

You rested your palm on the concrete walls of the building. Cold, strong, and textured. So far only silence greeted you along with the scuffs of trees. Silence was a virtue. And an enemy.

One mistake.

THUMP

It’s fine.

THUMP

Heroes make mistakes, it’s fine.

THUMP THUMP

No one knows.

THUMP THUMP

SCUFFLE

No one knows.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

SCUFFLE

No one knows, no one knows, no one knows, everyone knows, EVERYONE KNOWS.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP-

“The school-“

You led out a little yelp.

Todoroki stiffened in slight surprise.

“Sorry…the school is exactly where we expected, we just need to lean left as we continue.”

He looked around again.

“We’re getting close the patrol route HoundDog takes. We should start putting dirt on ourselves. Leaves, branches, mud. The more we smell like nature the better.” He quietly stated.

Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Ancestors, Hekate, whatever, you really need to get a grip.

You nodded.

Crickets accompany the crunches of dead leaves and fallen twigs. A gentle rushing of water can be heard in the distance.

Your skin felt itchy from the ick but you did your best not to acknowledge it. It wasn’t much, only your clothes suffered.

Trying to wash it in secret is gonna be a pain.

You should be calm, very calm.

Except you weren’t.

Every step that got closer to the fountain only made your paranoia stronger.

He could be anywhere.

There’s a possibility that he already heard you.

That thought made you stop your breath. It was your anxiety talking again. And you hated it. Loathed it. You’re the one who wanted to become a hero. You’re the who came up with this whole thing. You can’t get anxiet-

“Let’s stop for bit.”

You stopped.

“Wha- why? We’re getting close.”

“We’re gonna make mistakes if we can’t think properly.” He responded.

Of course…he knows.

“We’re heros in training, we…I have to learn how to think properly in these situations.”

You continued to walk.

“3 minutes. We can spare 3 minutes.” He stayed.

“No I-

“Y/N.”

You let out a puff of breath.

“Ok fine! We can stop.” You quietly snapped.

You found a convenient log and slump on it.

“Now what?” You retorted.

He kneeled down to your eye level and lowered his tone.

“We’re okay Y/N…”

“…”

You averted your gaze.

“A siren or something would’ve already went off by now, we’re okay. I’m not great at comforting others but I’m here.”

“Shoto it’s fine-“

“Y/N.”

You grimaced at first, but soften. At the end of the day, he was the one who knew of your anxious thoughts. You knew others felt like this too, especially in lines of work where lives are involved. Except this isn’t training, it’s just skipping curfew to get snacks. You felt…silly. But Shoto didn’t judge, he’s blunt, not good with social cues or trends but he’s sincere. And unintentionally funny.

You sighed.

He kept looking at you for a response.

You nodded and closed your eyes.

A breeze’s lullaby.

An earthy scent.

A humid taste.

A cold hand’s touch.

Your eyes open to gazing silver ones.

HoundDog is near…

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ monarch butterflies | k.th

▰ genre: angst + fluff + royalty! au

▰ word count: 4.6k

▰ synopsis: as taehyun’s (childhood) bff, you know something is on his mind even if he says otherwise, but it also makes it hard since you have a crush on him that you don’t even like admitting to yourself and also he’s a prince

possible warnings/fyi: taehyun’s sister plays a big role but she doesn’t have a name (T__T), superrrr vague royalty structure, warning brief physical harassment from some guy

a/n: this is poorly written but i wrote and posted it anyway haha again, sorry also i kid u not i cried because i had no idea what to title this so that explains why it makes no sense <3

For as long as you have known Taehyun, a crease between his eyebrows meant that there was trouble in his mind and his heart.

It could constitute many things, like the time he seemed off about his sister’s party decorations, standing so straight, with his arms crossed behind himself, watching the rehearsal for his older sister, the nebulousness of his eyes only confirmed such a thing.

The bridge of his nose stood tall, lips tight, eyes distracted, but overall expression pensive; and the hair that was neither charcoal nor tawny framed the same sun kissed skin of his face. Gorgeous. That was just a given.

“Do you hate the color purple that much, Taehyun?” You ask as you step beside him, referring to the theme of lilac and delphiniums, all overflowing and taking over much of the entire expanse on the ground floor where the party will be taking place.

The muscles in his cheeks relax before flexing into a grin. Knowing what’s to come next, your stomach flips.

He turned to you, grinning serenely: such a sight only when he knew he was with friendly company. There would never be a day where you wouldn’t look into those wondrous eyes of his with awe.

“Y/N,” he said in the way one does when they feel relief at seeing once more. You stepped over your toes with your heel to tamper down your bubbling feelings.

“Seriously, though, are the decorations not up to your taste?”

He shook his head with a sigh, smile remaining on his mouth but eyes dim.

“Well, they aren’t for me,” he reminded, though he knew you only meant to tease. “My sister has spent countless days preparing, so she has approved every piece, color, song, food, and the like.”

His tone implied he wasn’t revealing what was troubling his mind.

“But?” You asked, encouraging him to speak more. His body rotated towards you. A part of you mocked that if you had a tail, you’d be wagging it like a dog, at the prospect of Taehyun revealing his feelings to you each time he wanted to speak with you.

It would sooner freeze in Hell than for your pitiful feelings to be reciprocated.

It was all an impossible dream, lightyears away from the reality of you remaining a simple commoner, who only knew the great Kang Taehyun, the crown prince.

In any case, you liked to think that your infatuation with the jewel of the family was due to your co-dependence: he’s all you’ve ever known.

His father’s voice had filled the room, echoes of his name bouncing around, and it was at that you bowed your head to walk away. His smile dropped without your notice.

When you think about it, it was only by a matter of fate and luck that, to this day, and even at all, you were able to have met and befriended Taehyun.

Taehyun was born to a commoner woman, who raised him and his older sister on her own. His biological father had disappeared shortly after he was given the news of his existence. His mother raised him alongside a close friend, who was your very own mother. While your parents were already married, Taehyun’s mother eventually met someone, when the two of you were around five years old, but little did you all know that was this wasn’t just any man, but he was a man of royalty. In fact, he was heir to be king. This didn’t come to pass until you were both on the cusp of entering high school.

Despite the numerous obstacles his role in his new family placed on your friendship, it seemed that there was nothing that could get in between you two.

With two decades of history between the two of you, you know Taehyun as easily as you know the back of your hand.

So, when you see the crease at his eyebrows, it’s a tell-tale sign that something is amiss.

That time with the rehearsal, it was one of the first times you had noticed that that unknown something was itching Taehyun. His busy life left you unable to confront him about such things. Not only his, but also yours. Despite being a commoner, you were also forced to attend to your own responsibilities: that of mundane-life duties, and also your very job, which had you working around the palace. There was an intricate network within the kingdom, but it was the easiest guarantee of income, and your mother worked inside, as well.

That very crease greets you when you enter the double doors that groan behind you.

His calculating eyes take you in, and you do the same, although yours, for sure, don’t hold the entire constellation like his.

“Glad to see you’re late again,” his voice is even, and when your mouth curls with a frown, he grins. “Come, sit. The food’s going to get cold, and then what will we do?”

You join him on a sofa that sits in his grand room, one that would be considered grand for a family of five. With the sunset long gone, it looks like night. A litter of candles are lit across another table, and it’s overall dim, which makes you wonder why he’d want to eat in such conditions. But you don’t question it, merely thanking him and nudging his arm with yours.

“It’ll get cold, that’s what’s gonna happen if it gets — ”

“Just zip it and eat, Y/N,” he sighs with a chuckle, and who are you to argue?

Taehyun has always had his moments of silence, so sitting beside him with no exchange of words shouldn’t make you feel uneasy. Really, it should be a time where you should feel relieved and comfortable, to be finally by your best friend’s side after a long day of busy work from both sides. Yet, your stomach churns with the implication that he’s hiding something from you.

You’re both the types to share everything with each other in fashion of mature conversation, although you’re more of a rambler compared to the calm listener of your dear friend.

It seems laughable because he owes you no such explanation, nothing of any sort; after all, you’re just the silly best friend that followed Taehyun to the kingdom, even you’re far from ever belonging in such a setting. He only has you here because you’re friends. And you’re grateful for it.

But, you still worry.

When the meal is over, and Taehyun is telling you something that he learned about in school that applies to a lecture that he’s currently giving you about God knows what, your thumb moves by itself and you lean forward to rub at that crease in between those speculative eyes.

He tilts his head in confusion, moving your hand away from his but not letting go.

“Sorry,” he patiently waits for you to continue, blinking at you. You find it hard to swallow, one of your hands taking the hem of your clothing into your fist. “There’s something you’re not telling me. And I’m right, aren’t I?”

“If you’re worried about anything, or whatever’s on your mind, you know I’ll always be here for you, okay?” You intertwine fingers with his, and his jaw drops but closes within the blink of an eye.

“Taehyun, please,” you plead again, and he sighs.

“Y/N,” he takes a quick glance out the window before looking back at you. The gentle air from earlier is now infiltrated by your panicky aura. “I’ll be sure to forever keep that in mind. If such a thing happens, you’ll always be the first to know, I promise.”

You exhale and tug your hand away, rolling your eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me? Is it really that bad that you can’t even speak to me? Me, of all people?” You burn from the inside out. You’re being too insistent, but you can’t help it.

He leans back slowly, crossing his arms over his chest loosely, and it’s then you notice that he’s still in his royal attire. Taehyun has mentioned before that it can be uncomfortable after wearing it the whole day. His dark hair sits on his forehead, volume worn off with the day’s progress. He must be so tired.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” he apologizes quietly, and you move closer to him so he doesn’t have to raise his voice above a whisper. You shake your head and squeeze his hand.

“No, I’m sorry for being too pushy today,” it occurs to you that with every passing day of duties, it is not for free time for the two of you to do nothing and hang out in the past; Taehyun is learning to be king of this kingdom, to take on the world and shoulder it when the time comes. His mundane life long gone. “You did a lot today, huh?”

He turns towards you, large eyes unblinking but lids heavy almost as if in a trance.

“Are you that tired?” You laugh but your mouth curves into a sad smile.

He blinks, almost soberly.

“What? Sorry, wasn’t paying attention,” he explains, and you bump your forehead with his before moving to stand up.

“It’s nothing, Tyun, I was just saying that your day just gets longer and longer,” you smile again, gathering the silverware on the tray.

“Yeah,” he watches you for a moment. “Wait, are you leaving?”

That makes you halt.

“Well, yeah. I thought I’d leave you to rest and I was going to take this down —”

“No, just stay,” he says it like it’s the most natural thing, and it is, but for some reason, it makes your heart run a little faster. “Please stay.”

“Just this once, then,” you say trying your best to not sound like it’s what you’ve been wanting for a while. Sleepovers used to be a daily thing, but now, they happen once every few months. That allows each few moment to be cherished even more. Or, at least, that’s what Taehyun tells you.

After settling in for bed, and helping Taehyun out of the heaviest prince attire, which includes a lot of layers, almost as if he’s a victorian queen, you’re both in his bed. You hug one of his many pillows, even though he had insisted you can just do that with him.

It boggles your mind: any instance where you are with him, you feel so hot and nervous, even if it’s all things that you’ve done before countless times. There’s butterflies that are unleashed at the mere mention and presence of Taehyun. You pathetically wonder why.

As sleep begins to invade your hyperactive mind, you turn over to finally face Taehyun, who had already been facing you. Only in these dead hours did you see his regal face relaxed, breaths filtering with low volume, and you were lucky enough to be able to admire him without being caught by his burning gaze. Your heartbeat finally managed to return to a regular rhythm, and you’d go to sleep with a serene smile. One that Taehyun would see when he’d wake the following morning before attending to his duties.

Since that night with your best friend, it seemed more difficult to get in touch with him when he wasn’t by your side — not that you tried to get his attention, but some days more than others, you’d at least pass each other around the grand estate. However, each evening, you would be escorted to your plot, where you’d find your dinner, all arranged by yours truly.

There was only one day left before the party for Taehyun’s sister, who was growing more and more conflicted with anxieties that no one could consult her with. Since most of your jobs lately had been surface work, you were instructed to stay at her side alongside her maids.

After an hour of reading by her bed, you felt her stir, awakening from a nap, and look around dazedly.

“I’m right here,” you whisper gently, so as not to startle her, and at your voice, she finds you and quickly relaxes.

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re here,” she looks as if she were about to doze off again, lying flat on her back with her eyes shut before she speaks up once more. “I understand that my state has prevented you from going on with your daily duties, and I apologize for that.”

You move your chair to sit closer, taking her hand and brushing away her thoughts.

“No, not at all.” You assure and she smiles at you, eyes dim despite the bright lighting.

“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have a party, at least not anymore. I want to be by my mother’s side, even if it costs everyone to miss a night of celebration,” she mutters. This was a heavy reminder that the queen was currently sick, leaving the rest of the family somewhat tense. Perhaps this was why the King kept himself busy. Maybe he needed this more than she did. “Oh, how I miss being among those my age. Not that it matters since I wouldn’t even be queen of this kingdom.”

You nod, unsure of what to say in her words that held so much truth. She had so much pressure on her, despite not being the first heir to the throne in their family. She had also told you that she was in love with a boy from another kingdom; they had only met once, but he wrote to her everyday. Maybe then, her chance to become queen would be granted.

“But, you’re the princess,” she shakes her head at that.

“To my father, yes, but to the rest of the kingdom, on my own, that’s the most I’ll ever be. It’s nice to know I’m at least wanted by some, but for the rest, I might as well just disappear, since Taehyun is moving up the ranks faster than I am, even if I’m the oldest. But, hey, at least that makes two of us, right?” She punctuates her question with a bitter laugh, but you didn’t understand. You tilted your head.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, Y/N, surely you must know,” she sits up, eyebrows furrowing at your bewildered expression. You shake your head.

“My father is preparing Taehyun to be betrothed, although my brother has been trying his best to prolong such a process. The people around the kingdom are talking. Are you sure you haven’t heard? Each night, we’ve been having rich families over from all around the province offering their daughters.” She watches you carefully as everything connects.

So, you were right; Taehyun truly had been hiding something.

The day of the party had arrived. Even before dawn had broken, your duties to ready the ends of every hall and room of the estate were endless. It made sense as to why the week before, Taehyun had had you turning in early every night as to not see the truth. Catching onto the maids’ chatter, people had your name in their mouths each time they’d see you, so Taehyun had also moved your work to the same wing of the building, so you wouldn’t see too many people.

Although in his mind, he thought he had been sheltering you from such useless gossip, the idea of people perceiving you, especially in such a pitying, humiliating way, made you upset regardless of his intentions. You were just the best friend, the commoner that had a job in the kingdom and in mundane life, the one thing holding the prince back from completely assuming his role in the royal family. You couldn’t decide who you were more upset with.

Nonetheless, all this work kept you busy.

Taehyun’s sister cried for you that night, but you assured her that her tears were being wasted, and despite how upset she was for you, she realized she had to look her brightest for her big day.

Now, she sits on the smaller throne besides her father, who continues directing preparations and chatting with wealthy families.

Luckily, Taehyun has not reached out to you, nor have you seen him, but you feel yourself grow more anxious to find him and confront him.

By the time the late afternoon bleeds in, sun careening further south in the horizon, guests begin to pour in, and you find that time passes even quicker when you want it to stay still.

The princess delivers a message to you through the maids to let you know that Taehyun is restless and wishes to see you, but in response, you tell her that you don’t think you can bring yourself to meet him. Not tonight. Not under the possibility of ruining a prospect of his betrothal. The King wanted maidens and suitors for both his children, despite the occasion being thrown to celebrate the princess’ coming of age.

However, as you move from preparing dishes, or washing dishes, or passing out party favors, you find yourself growing more anxious by the second.

When evening sneaks up on you, instead of choosing to be relieved for the night, you agree to follow the remaining maids and servants, uncaring for what exact role you’re to take on for the remainder of the day.

However, as you follow the rest of the maids, you realize what direction you are going in and freeze in horror.

“We aren’t going to the party, are we?” you find yourself pathetically asking aloud, earning a few judgmental eyes.

“Of course, we are, Y/N,” an acquaintance from behind answers, and you can’t even leave since you had already filled out a record to prove your work at these hours.

As hard as it is, you do your best to ignore the prince and the princess’ gazes as you add more decadent pastries to the table with all the extravagant, barely touched desserts. Your job was the simplest of the others’, which makes it easier for you to be less distracted.

Taehyun stands beside his father, who introduces him to a family with four daughters. You steal a glance or two to swallow a lump in your throat at his stunning attire and look, but it’s hard when he’s so stubborn in keeping those wide, beautiful eyes of his constantly transfixed on you.

Soon, it becomes hard for not only you and him, but for the rest of the guests (of this kingdom or not), to ignore the tension and wordless conversations taking place only with eye contact.

He follows you wherever you go, and all you have to do is look up, and he’ll be right there, pleading, giving, bowing, folding, succumbing, standing, offering everything with just his gaze.

It becomes distracting. Enough so that you don’t notice a man that intentionally bumps into you, causing you to drop a tray of dirty silverware that you had taken from the scattered tables for the guests.

“Sorry,” the man says halfheartedly, smirking almost as you get down to pick up what you can. He crosses his arms. He looked to be in his fifties or so. “Couldn’t help but notice that you’re what has been distracting the prince this entire night, well, this entire week. It’s funny, really. I thought when he turned my daughter away that it was at least for a reason he’d said, not some commoner street trash.”

Another maid joins you to sweep up the shattered pieces, and you’re both ready to walk away, heads still high, so used to crude people and their words. From the growing crowd around you, you’re just entertainment. Despite this, this nameless, petty man seems to have other ideas. He takes a swig of his glass in a jerky and arrogant movement, before throwing it down, earning even more pairs of eyes.

“Whoops, sorry,” he leers with the same voice from before. You continue to sweep, ignoring how he just watches you. The man is nothing but some pesky fly, to you, until he takes it too far. He spits right over your head, to which you slowly look up in disbelief. “Missed a spot.”

The silence should have told you that his actions were not the sole reason for an audience.

You’re shaking with anger but overall humiliation until a pair of feathery fingers take you around your hand to uplift you. The princess uses that same handkerchief from before to clean your face. You see that Taehyun is also present, his back towards you as he faces the inebriate.

“Let this be known, to all those who can hear,” he shouts in a manner that is so regal and professional to an innumerable crowd, “The next person who disrespects a member of the royal family, especially in front of the King, shall face hefty consequences.”

Taehyun is ready to walk away until the same man murmurs, “Since when is the mouse a part of the family, huh?” mistakenly to himself.

The prince whips around so fast that it makes the man stumble out of fright.

“Since I said so. And let me say this one more time to make myself clear, but if you so much as a lay a hand on them, I’ll have you banished from this province for life,” he says it lowly enough that only the now-shaking man hears it. “You should be so lucky. If it were up to me, I would have had you hanged the moment you laid eyes on them. Next time, don’t be so careless, for the sake of your family.”

You’re escorted by the royal Kang siblings as quickly as the credits for a film roll.

The princess takes her leave once you’ve officially been cleaned up and you’ve calmed down enough from the rush of adrenaline. You and Taehyun are out on the pavilion, on the opposite side of the manor. A few other guards watch over you both from their positions by the stairs whereas the two of you are far off in the corner of the greenery, at the fountain.

The silence surrounding you both is one that isn’t familiar, instead, it palpitates like your own heart. It has only been a few minutes since his sister had returned inside, but even while walking away from the mess you’d felt you’d created, you didn’t know what you wanted to say to either of them, besides the gratitude you owed to them.

“Prince Taehyun,” you spoke up, accidentally referring to him in the way that you had been doing so all day, as the other maids and servants did. Your best friend paused and turned towards you, lips pursed in a near scowl. With only the moon and its cool reflection into the water on the fountain, the dark made nebulous shadows where Taehyun’s gorgeous eyes are.

“Don’t,” he swallowed. “Don’t you dare call me that.”

You nodded quickly, playing with your friendship bracelet that he’d made you the first year in his new life as a prince. Your bracelet would greet you from its place on his desk every time you went to his room.

“Taehyun, did you really mean it when you said I was part of the royal family? Actually, you know what, never mind. You should get back. What’s the King going to make of the mess I made? Let’s talk some other time, okay?” He simply shakes his head.

“No, Y/N, you wanted me to come to you if something was on my mind, and I’m here now ready to tell you,” you scoff but quickly shut up when you realize he’s not done. “I know you already know what I’ve been hiding from you, but that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

He moves his hands behind his back as if assessing a diplomatic discussion.

“I’ve been thinking lately, about my life with you. About a future with you.” Taehyun steps forward, gaze heavy and unwavering. You just blink dumbly at him. “I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I can’t handle another moment jeopardizing it.”

“What? Why?” You slap a hand over your mouth, unaware of what you meant. There’s too much going on in your head. He’s not saying what he thinks you’re saying, or is he?

“I mean, it’s not like I’d have a job as a servant forever….” you try to joke nervously, but he sits down, so close to you. “…to spend the rest of my life with you…”

You want to throw up and pass out at the same time.

“Y/N, do you really still not get it?” His eyes aren’t on yours, you realize they’re on your lips. He looks back up after a moment. There’s a small gap between your very lips, it’d be so easy to just move your mouth onto his. “I want you.”

“You want me?” your voice is small.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he moves to kneel before you, taking your hand in his.

“Only if you’ll have me.” He emphasizes, moving his other hand to cup your face. You shake your head, which makes him drop it.

“Taehyun, it doesn’t matter what I want. I’m not letting you throw your future or whatever away, if you choose me,” you sound desperate. “Please just think about this.”

“I told you already — I’ve been thinking, and no matter how I put it, all I ever think of is you,” you tense at the prospect of his words. “It’s always been you.”

Your vision blurs but you’re firm, even in your decision to try not to cry.

“But, do you want me? Do you think about me the way I think about you, Y/N?”

Your lips part in a frown to stifle the cry straining in your throat, and the wind sends a rush of goosebumps across your skin, making you feel both hot and cold. “Sometimes I think you love me the same way I love you. Then, I tell myself it’s all in my head, but when I see you, I can just feel it. So positively. I like you. Too much.”

“Please tell me I’m not wrong.” For the first time, Taehyun’s voice falters, and you look up to see those eyes of his glistening, the telltale sign being the gossamer reflection from the moon, through the blurry film of your sight. Your chest burns.

You shake your head, tears burning your eyes at this point.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He asks in a breath, and you nod frequently in response before he wraps you in a hug, allowing you to bury your face in his neck. The two of you sway gently in your tight hold on each other, sniffles small compared to the roaring fountain besides you.

It breaks and melts your heart to think that your prince was on his knees before you, some commoner, all because he reciprocated your feelings.

Taehyun likes you back! He likes you back.

Taehyun loves you.

“What are you going to do about the betrothal?” you speak against his throat, and he presses a singular kiss to the back of your neck, which makes you shiver.

“Don’t worry about that, please. Please,” he begs, and you wordlessly oblige. He lifts your head up to face him with a hand on your cheek. “I mean, have some decency. It’s my sister’s coming of age party, for crying out loud.”

That evokes a laugh that’s wet with tears from both of you. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Do you really like me?” You ask, noticing that there’s an easy smile on his face. His expression is serene, the crease between his eyebrows gone.

He gingerly takes your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Very much so,” You deflate against him at that, curling into him. His heartbeat is comforting against your ear. “I’ll still be king one day, you know that right? I’ll just be lucky enough to have my best friend rule the entire kingdom beside me. How many monarchs can say that?”

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hi! can i ask for an angsty levi x reader!w hanahaki disease? ㅜ_ㅜ u can decide for happy or sad ending :)

Thank you so much for your request! I've never written a story about the Hanahaki disease before, so I hope I've done alright (if not, please let me know! I want to improve my fics as much as possible 🥺).

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‘P-please’, you wrapped your fingers around the cold bars of your cell, ‘We are cooks, we can make delicious food for everyone’.

You could hear Nicollo sighing behind you. You’d been locked up in this cell ever since they captured the two of you during the Exploration Battalion.

‘How do we know we can trust you?’

The woman named Hange was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Next to her was, what seemed like, her right hand. You knew that the man’s name was Levi, but he never spoke that much.

‘W-we don’t think you’re devils, right ‘Collo?’, you looked over your shoulder at your friend. ‘No, but they won’t let us out of this cell Y/N, stop trying’. ‘W-why?’, you turned your back towards the bars, ‘I can at least try to be friends with them, right? Why can’t we try to gain their trust, ‘Collo?’.

You knew your voice sounded desperate, filled with worry, but you didn’t care. You had to try to show them that they could trust you.

‘Let them out’, ‘Huh? You sure Levi?’.

You widened your eyes when you could hear the man behind you talk. His voice sending goosebumps down your back.

‘Ai’, you could hear keys clinging against each other, ‘We should give them a chance. I don’t think they want to hurt us’.

---

‘S-sasha, wait!’, you tried to get back the lobster you had placed on a table, ’It still needs some seasoning!’. ‘Collo, do something’, you tried to hold her back, but it was no use. ‘Collo!’, you looked at your friend, wondering why he didn’t help you.

You lowered your eyes, slowly letting go of the brown-haired girl. You could see that your friend was smitten with her. The way his eyes were looking at her, cheeks blushing with joy… Even though he tried to hide his smile, you could see it all in his eyes.

‘She’s always like this’, Jean sighed, softly shaking his head, ‘B-but to be honest, I’m kind of curious too. W-we’ve never eaten anything like this’.

You noticed he felt embarrassed at the lack of knowledge they had compared to you.

‘Here’, you smiled while offering him a piece of the salmon you were cooking, ‘Try it, it’s really good’. Jean looked at it, eyes filled with distrust. ‘Don’t worry, look’, you took a bite from it before holding it back out towards him. ‘Sorry’, he lowered his eyes, hand stroking the back of his neck before he carefully took the piece from you.

A confused look appeared on his face while sniffing the piece of lobster you gave him. Everything that felt so normal to you, what was part of your daily life, was completely new to them.

‘I-it’s delicious’, you could see him widen his eyes in surprise, ‘Oi Connie, taste this!’.

You smiled when you could see them enjoying the food Nicollo and you had prepared for them.

‘Tch, what’s this?’.

Your body froze when you could hear the cold voice of their Captain. You didn’t notice he was there too until he was standing next to you.

‘I-it’s a kind of shellfish, sir’, you shyly replied before grabbing a fork and giving it to him, ‘Y-you can try, it’s really good’.

At this point, you were already done with lying to yourself. Over the past few weeks, you’d grown to like him. Not because he was handsome, which he certainly was, but because he was gentle and forgiving. He was the one that decided to trust you, to give you a chance. No one else did. The short conversations you had with him always ended up with you blushing and finding an excuse to walk away from him.

‘It smells’, he held the fork in front of his eyes, inspecting the strange color. ‘A-ai, it does’, you nervously let out a giggle, ‘B-but I promise that it’s really good’.

‘Hm’, the corner of his lips curled upwards, ‘You were right, it’s delicious’.

---

‘Sir?’, you softly knocked on the door to his office.

It was already late, probably around 10 PM, but you couldn’t stop yourself from cooking him some dinner when you noticed he didn’t show up earlier. He must’ve been hungry, right? Niccolo sighed when you told him you were going to cook something for their Captain, saying it was pointless, but he helped you either way.

‘Who’s there?’, his disinterested voice called out to you, ‘Y/N, sir’. ‘Ai, what’s wrong?’, you could see the door opening.

It already felt like a stupid idea. He was a grown man; he didn’t need you to bring him dinner. You wanted to run away, to disappear, but before you could, his cold eyes were on the plate you were holding.

‘I-I noticed you didn’t show up for dinner and I thought you might be hungry, so I cooked you some salmon with a stuffed potato’, you looked at the ground, holding out the plate towards him. ‘I’m not hungry’, he replied coldly before slamming the door shut.

You stood there for a minute, trying to understand what just happened. Levi never acted so bluntly towards others, was it because you were a Marleyan? Maybe he saw you as a devil. You could feel your heart break at the thought. You were in love with someone who thought you were a monster.

‘Leave’, you could hear his muffled voice coming from the other side. You dropped the plate, startled, and embarrassed that he knew you were still standing in the same spot. You could your heart racing. Without thinking or cleaning up the plate, you ran towards your room as quickly as you could.

Levi let out a sigh when he heard your footsteps disappearing. He slowly opened the door, looking at the shattered plate.

He noticed the way you stared at him, the way your aura picked up his presence immediately. Levi did find you attractive, he probably never met a more caring person than you, but he couldn't spoil your soft heart with his broken one. Levi was a broken man, irreparably broken. Afraid that he would only hurt you, afraid that he would take the light out of your eyes once you realized what a monster he was, he decided to keep as much distance from you as possible. He didn't want to give you hope if there wasn't any.

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‘We should start cooking’, you sighed, placing your head against the cold wall behind you.

For days now, you felt embarrassed, trying to avoid Levi as much as possible. You were always busy doing something, trying to keep your mind away from him. It was clear he didn’t feel the same, and you were stupid to think he ever would.

‘What should we cook today?’, Nicollo stroked through his blonde hair while walking to the kitchen, ‘Sasha would love some pork’.

For some reason, you envied him. The way he smiled when he talked about her, the way she hugged him every time he brought her plate, … Sasha was just as smitten with Nicollo. Levi never looked at you like that, always a cold gaze on his face. Your chest started to ache at the thought.

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‘Ai, you’re welcome’, you smiled at Hange while placing the plate in front of her. ‘H-hey Hange?’, you lowered your eyes, afraid you would step out of place. ‘Ai?’, she smiled while taking a bite of her food, ‘W-where’s Levi?’. Hange closed her eye, slowly lowering her fork, ‘In his office’. ‘Oh okay’, disappointment flowed through your veins, ‘Enjoy your food’. You smiled at her before walking back into the kitchen.

---

‘Shit’, you grunted out while leaning on the back of your hand.

You’d been trying to make tea for hours now, not realizing it was 2 AM.

‘How does Levi get it so tasty? Does he use some secret herbs? I don’t get it’, you grunted out. The only reason you wanted to master it was so that he’d be impressed, but you were going crazy. You’d tried different blends of herbs, different temperatures of the water, and even different teapots, but the flavor was never there.

‘That’s because you let it sit too long’.

You widened your eyes when you could hear his disinterested voice.

‘Black tea is only supposed to steep in the water for about 5 minutes’.

You closed your eyes, fist resting against the bridge of your nose at your stupidity. Of course, anyone knows that black tea tastes bitter when you let it soak for 10 minutes. How could you forget?

‘Right, sorry’, you quickly got up from the table, making your way towards the door. ‘I can teach you? If you want’.

‘Huh?’, you stopped walking, cheeks burning. ‘It would be helpful if you could bring me my tea in the morning. That way I don't lose so much time making it’. ‘Y-you want me to bring your tea?’, you said softly, insecurities taking over, ‘A Marleyan? Aren’t you afraid I’m going to poison you?’.

Levi raised an eyebrow at your question. He never doubted your intentions, you should know that when he decided to let you out of your cell.

‘No’, he sighed, ‘Follow me’. ‘W-wait!’, you quickly turned around before running towards him, ‘Where are you going?’. ‘To my private collection of herbs’, he smirked., ‘The ones you get from the courier aren’t as good as the ones I grow myself’.

You couldn’t help but smile, of course, he grew the herbs himself. What else did you expect from him?

---

‘Sir?’, softly knocked on the door to his room the next morning, eyes burning from the lack of sleep, ‘I-I’ve got your tea’. ‘Ai, come in’.

You slowly opened the door with shaking hands, causing drops of tea to spill onto the floor.

‘Tch’, he scoffed at your clumsiness, ‘You can place it on that table’, ‘A-ai sir’. You carefully placed it on the table, ‘I hope you like it’. ‘Thanks kid’, he replied while you could hear him sitting down on his bed. You finally looked at him, wondering if he ever slept in it.

You wish you didn’t look; you wish you would’ve just left. He was sitting on his bed, a towel hanging around his shoulder, hair still wet from the shower he had just taken.

‘You’re creeping me out’, he sighed while letting his head fall back, ‘I’m sure you Marleyans have seen people without a shirt or is that ‘not done’ where you’re from?’. ‘N-no! I-I mean yes.. S-sorry!’, you quickly looked at your shoes, ‘I-I didn’t mean to stare’. ‘Just leave’, Levi got up from his bed, ‘I have a meeting’. ‘R-right sir, goodnight. I-I mean good morning –‘.

You closed your eyes while taking a deep breath. Was it that hard not to make a fool of yourself for once?

Levi tried to hide his smile as much as possible. You were so cute, standing in his room, cheeks burning red… But he couldn’t let you notice, so he put on his disinterested mask and sighed when you closed his door behind you.

---

Months passed and when Nicollo lost Sasha, everything changed. You hated the way your friend didn’t smile anymore, the way he lost all interest in food… His heart was completely shattered into pieces.

‘I’m sorry ‘Collo’, you lowered your eyes to her gravestone, softly intertwining your hand with his. ‘S-she shouldn’t have died’, Nicollo’s voice was shaking, ‘No, she shouldn’t have’, you replied, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Oi, what are you scum doing here?’.

You closed your eyes. It wasn’t the first time people scolded the two of you for visiting her grave. The people blamed you for the war, the deaths, … You’ve gotten used to it by now.

‘Sorry sir, we were just visiting a friend’, you said softly, pulling Nicollo behind you as you passed the man. ‘A friend? No one is friends with you devils’, the man grabbed Nicollo’s arm, forcing him to break away from your grip. ‘Hey, leave him!’, you yelled when you could see the stranger punching Nicollo.

You tried to get him off your friend, but he pushed you onto the ground with one swift motion. You weren’t a strong, trained soldier like Mikasa, you were a cook. There was nothing you could do.

‘Pl-please stop’, tears streamed down your cheeks, ‘Please’.

The man was sitting on top of Nicollo, heavy breaths left his mouth. He didn’t stop punching until he could see the boy underneath him was unconscious.

‘W-we haven’t done anything! We’re just as caught up in this war as you!’, desperate screams left your lungs, ‘Shut up’.

The man’s voice was shaking when he slowly got up, gaze fixated on your frail body.

‘Shut up! You did this to us!’, he pointed at you, making you feel like some kind of monster. ‘W-we didn’t do anything!’, you snapped at him before crawling towards your friend, softly stroking his cheek. ‘Collo?’, a soft whimper was the only thing you managed to let out, ‘Collo, wake up please’. ‘I’m not done’, you could feel the man pulling on your hair before kicking into your ribs. You tried to catch your breath, to ignore the dull, lingering pain, but it got harder with every kick.

‘Touch her again, and I’ll kill you’, a cold voice struck the man’s attention. ‘C-captain Levi?’’.

The dynamic shifted completely. The stranger's voice was now laced with fear.

‘B-but they’re monsters, th-, ‘They’re part of the Corps, part of Paradis’, Levi replied before taking a step towards the man, ‘They make sure the soldiers don't starve; cook a delicious meal for us before we go on a mission. They make sure we at least have a decent last meal if we have to give our lives to protect pigs like you’.

You stopped listening to the conversation minutes ago, softly crawling towards your friend.

‘Collo? Are you okay?’, you gently placed his head on your lap, now taking in the bruises and blood on his face. ‘Collo, say something please’, you softly sobbed while your thumb stroked his cheek.

‘He’ll be fine, don’t worry’.

You gritted your teeth, looking up at the man who just saved you from a beating.

‘W-why do people blame us? W-we didn’t want this’, ‘The world is a cruel place, get over it’. ‘He loves her, you know that, right? They were in love, and he can’t even visit her grave-‘, ‘You’re bleeding’, Levi interrupted you before sitting down on one knee, softly wiping away the blood in the corner of your mouth. ‘Are you okay?.

You widened your eyes when you could feel him placing his hand underneath your chin. For once, a soft gaze met your eyes.

‘I-I’m fine’, you whispered while looking at the ground, cheeks burning again. ‘Let’s get him to Hange’, he sighed while looking at the blonde before picking him up.

---

‘You’ll be fine’, Hange smiled at Nicollo, ‘Just get some rest and let the wounds heal, okay?’. ‘Ai, thank you’.

‘Wait’, Levi stopped Hange before she left the room, ‘Take a look at her too, please’. ‘O-oh no, I’m fine’, you smiled at her. ‘I don’t care’, Levi looked disinterested at you, ‘I saw him kicking you, can’t risk losing the person that brings me my tea in the morning’.

You could feel your cheeks blushing again at his remark. You nodded and seated yourself on the table so Hange could examine you. She slowly lifted your shirt, so she could examine the wounds.

‘W-wait, did he do that?’, you could see Nicollo widen his eyes when he saw the bruises on your ribs. ‘Oh, it looks worse than it feels like, really’, you lied. You didn’t want him to worry about you.

‘Tch’.

‘H-huh?’, you looked at Levi, noticing how his nails were digging into the soft skin of his hands. Without any warning, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. ‘What’s gotten into him?’, Nicollo looked confused at the door, ‘Who knows’, Hange shrugged her shoulders, ‘He’s a complicated man, don’t worry about him’.

Hange knew exactly what was going on. She knew you were special to Levi, but she also knew Levi would never acknowledge his feelings. He probably didn’t understand them anyway.

Hange rubbed some ointment on your wounds before wrapping them in some bandage, ‘Just some bruised ribs, you’ll be fine Y/N’. ‘Ai, thank you’, you bowed your head. ‘Here, I’ll help you’, Nicollo quickly made his way to you, holding out his arm for you to grab. ‘You’re hurt too ‘Collo’, you smiled at him. ‘So? I care about you, can’t stand to see you like this’.

Hange smiled at how quickly Nicollo stood up to lend you a hand.

‘So, what’s for dinner?’, she grabbed you both by the shoulders, forcing her in between the two of you, ‘I’m starving’.

---

‘Collo?’, you grunted while getting out of bed when you heard someone knocking. ‘It’s Levi’, he slowly opened the door, ‘Just wanted to see how you were doing’. ‘W-wait!’, you blurted out, ‘I’m only wearing a shirt’.

You didn’t care if Nicollo saw you like this, but Levi couldn’t. The shirt barely covered your underwear.

‘W-wait please’, you scanned the room for your pants, ‘Tch, do you really think I’m some kind of pervert?’, he closed the door behind him, forcing himself not to let his eyes wander over your body. ‘No, of course not!’, you turned around to look at him, ‘W-what’s wrong?’. ‘Wanted to see how you were doing, that’s all’, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. ‘I’m fine, thank you’.

You tried to stand up straight, but your body was pushed to its limits, especially after your shift in the kitchen. Without any warning, you could feel your legs give up underneath you.

‘You’re okay, huh?’, Levi caught you just in time.

You slowly blinked, trying to understand what just happened. Adrenaline shot through your veins when you could feel his arms around you.

‘No’, he said coldly when he noticed you wanted to stand up, ‘You’re exhausted’. He tightened his grip around you before picking you up. ‘Here’, he gently placed you on your bed before sitting next to you.

‘Please stay’.

You widened your eyes when you realized what you just said. You didn’t want to say something like that. Was your body so tired that you couldn’t control yourself anymore?

Levi didn’t reply. He wanted to say yes, to stay and hold you, but he couldn’t.

‘P-please’, you whispered after a minute, vision getting blurry. ‘Don’t do this’, he said softly, ‘I don’t want to hurt you’. ‘B-but’, you tried to protest, but Levi interrupted you again, ‘You Marleyans are something else. You think I want you because I’m being kind to you?’.

You tried to swallow, but the lump in your throat made it impossible, leaving a dry, unpleasant feeling in your mouth.

‘Tch’, he stood up from your bed, ‘If you thought I would ever get into the same bed with someone from Marley, you’re crazy. I’m being kind because I pity you, I pity how stupid and naïve you are Y/N’. ‘Please stop’, your fingers dug into the soft fabric underneath you. ‘Why? Do I hurt your feelings? You’ve no idea what your people did to us. How many people I’ve lost because of you’, Levi raised his voice, hoping it would be enough for you to hate him. ‘I-I didn’t do anything!’, you cried out, tears now streaming down your cheek. ‘You’re one of them, Y/N. I despise you, never forget that’.

And just like that, he left, not even bothering to close your door. You couldn’t help but break down, to cry.

You placed a hand on your mouth, trying to quiet down your sobs while stumbling to the door, quickly closing it. His words cut through you like a knife. You never felt lonelier.

Your back was pressed against the cold door of your room, a certain ache appeared in your chest.

You grunted out in pain, desperately tucking at the fabric of your shirt. Without any warning, you started coughing uncontrollably, each time a searing pain floated through you.

‘W-what’, you widened your eyes, hands shaking when you could see a flower petal covered in blood inside the palm of your hand. ‘W-where did it come from?’.

You looked around the room. Did Levi bring flowers with him? No, you would’ve noticed if he brought any. You tried to get up, but another coughing fit made you incapable of doing so.

‘N-no, this can’t be’, you opened your hand, only to find more petals inside. You could feel everything start to spin. Were you dreaming? Were you so tired that you’d started hallucinating?

You got on your hands and knees, feeling sick in your stomach from all the anxiety that flooded over you.

A stinging sensation formed inside your throat, nails digging into the skin of your neck to find some form of relief, but it only got worse, leading you to throw up. Within an hour, your entire room was covered in petals soaked with blood.

Eventually, you fell asleep from exhaustion, only to wake up in the morning in a room covered with wilted petals.

---

You’d been coughing up petals for weeks now, and your body felt more tired each day. Over the last few days, it seemed to have gotten worse. Now coughing up flower buds while the pain in your throat got unbearable. Today was the first time you’d thrown up blood. You were worried, but you couldn’t tell anyone. If you did, they would certainly think you were a daughter of the devil, a demon.

---

‘Y/N?’, you could hear Nicollo’s worried voice when he opened your door to find you shaking on the ground. ‘Where do all these petals come from?’. ‘Go away’, your voice sounded raspy, hurt. ‘You’ve been coughing for weeks now, I’m worried’, ‘Please go away ‘Collo, I’m fine’. ‘You’re not fine’, he hurried towards you when he could see the puddle of blood appearing from under your body.

He carefully picked you up, a horrified look on his face when he could still see the blood dripping from your mouth.

‘What happened? Did someone poison you?’, ‘I-I’m fine ‘Collo’, a forced smile appeared on your face before you started coughing again, clots of blood mixed with the white shirt your friend was wearing.

‘Y/N?’, Nicollo cried out your name when he could see you slowly lost consciousness, ‘N-no, don’t-. Stay with me, please’.

He ran as fast as he could to Hange’s office, holding your body as close as possible.

‘Nicollo? What’s wrong with her?’, Jean looked in shock at the state you were in.

Jean was standing in front of Hange’s office, obviously waiting before he could enter, but Nicollo didn’t care. He may be from Marley, people may think he was a monster, but he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

‘Hange, please’, the blonde opened the door, eyes filled with tears, ‘Help her, do something. I can’t lose her, please. I-I’ll do anything’. He fell to his knees, holding your broken body close to him, ‘Please Hange’.

He didn’t pay attention to the fact that Levi was standing in Hange’s office, he didn’t care that he interrupted a meeting.

‘What happened to her?’, Jean entered the room, looking at the blood on your shirt, ‘I-is she hurt? Did she fall?’, ‘I-I don’t know. I found her like this in her room’.

‘Jean, get some water’, Hange looked sternly at her cadet before hurrying over to you. ‘What happened to you Y/N?’, she lowered her eyes, gently stroking away strands of hair that got stuck in some blood. ‘H-her room was covered in petals and flower buds, maybe she’s been poisoned?’.

Levi wanted to do something, to say something, but he couldn’t. He was frozen against the wall, looking at you. You were pale, dark circles underneath your eyes, lips chapped, both of your hands covered in blood… You were like a ghost of your former self. Even though Levi had seen so many deaths and injuries, it never failed to make him shiver.

‘Levi, what do you think?’, Hange looked up from the ground to her friend.

‘Levi?’, she repeated herself when she noticed he didn’t hear her. ‘Seems some kind of internal bleeding’, he snapped out of it, quickly taking you away from the blonde. ‘W-wait, where are you taking her?’, Nicollo ran behind the dark-haired man, ‘To the hospital. She’s losing too much blood’.

Levi didn’t care about the clots of blood that spilled over his clean clothes every time you started coughing again, or how wet your clothes felt from all the cold sweat that was dripping from your back. He just needed you to be okay.

---

‘I don’t know what’s wrong with her’, the nurse sighed into the palms of her hands, ‘She’s coughing up entire flower buds, I-I’ve never seen anything like it’. ‘What?’, Levi widened his eyes. He was standing outside your room, talking to the nurse. Hange already headed back to headquarters, trying to cover for the chaos that the loss of 2 cooks caused.

Nicollo was sitting next to your bed, firmly holding your small hand in his. By now, you’d lost your consciousness. The high fever caused you to hallucinate, putting you in a dream state.

‘I need you to pull through this’, Nicollo softly whispered while he let his head rest on top of his hand, trying to warm your cold hand in between his. ‘I can’t lose you too Y/N. I’ve known you since we were kids… You’re like family to me. Please don’t leave me on my own, please’.

‘I-I’ll make your tea, don’t worry’, you grunted out, a smile on your face. ‘T-tea?’, Nicollo widened his eyes. ‘Y-you really think I would forget to bring you your tea?’. ‘It’s me, Nic-‘, he tightened his grip around your hand. ‘Collo? H-he’s like a brother to me. I would give my life for him’. ‘Then stay with me’, Nicollo raised his voice. ‘Of course, I’ll stay with you Levi, I love you’.

Nicollo quickly looked behind him when he could hear something drop on the ground.

‘Sorry’, Levi said uncomfortably while picking up the flowers he was holding, ‘Thought she might like these-‘. ‘You did this to her’, Nicollo closed his eyes, ‘She loves and adores you, and you hurt her more than anyone ever could’.

Nicollo slowly let go of your hand, facing the dark-haired man.

‘How could you tell her that you despised her because she’s a Marleyan? We’ve done nothing else but help you, to show us we can be trusted, and you crushed her heart into a million pieces’. ‘I didn’t mean-‘, ‘Do you know how lucky you are to be in love with someone alive? With someone that can still give you the world? ‘. Levi pressed his lips together, his heart aching at the thought of Sasha. ‘I wish I would’ve told Sasha what I felt for her sooner. I could’ve spent so more days holding her hand, taking in the scent of her hair… And you just wasted the time you could’ve spent with Y/N!’.

‘Shit’, Levi hurried over to you when he could hear you coughing again, ignoring the blonde. ‘Grab a bucket’, he tried to help you sit straight, so you wouldn’t choke in your vomit and flower buds that flooded from your mouth.

Nicollo ran outside the room, quickly looking for a nurse.

‘L-levi?’, you tried to open your eyes when you could feel an arm behind your back, ‘Hm, I’m here’.

His voice sounded so soft and fragile. It almost made you doubt if it was really him.

‘Why are you here?’, you covered your mouth with your arm, afraid you’d cough up blood on him, ‘You hate me’. ‘I don’t hate you kid’, his crescent-shaped eyes looked into yours, ‘I didn’t mean anything I said that night’. ‘You don’t need to lie because I’m dying’, you smiled at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. ‘I’m not’, his thumb stroked the tear away, ‘I just wanted to push you away. I want you to be happy, want you to be with someone who can give you the world’. ‘But I want you’, more tears started flowing from your eyes. ‘I can’t give you the life you deserve Y/N, Nicollo can’. ‘Collo?’, you chuckled, ‘You can’t be serious’. ‘He would give his life for you’.

Levi knew you didn’t feel anything like that for the blonde, but he couldn’t help but see how much Nicollo cared for you.

‘So would you’, you replied with a smile. ‘Kid, I can’t give you what you’re asking for’, ‘How would you know? You’ve never asked me what I wa-‘.

You couldn’t finish your sentence, another coughing fit took over your air pipe. Levi felt sick to his stomach. He felt so powerless, so scared to lose you. He robbed himself of your love, so that you could live a happy life, but now you were dying. Nicollo’s words rang in the back of his head; ‘You’ve wasted all this time’. He did, he wasted so much time, and he hated himself for it.

‘I’m scared Levi’, you grunted out in pain, trying to ignore the stinging sensation inside your throat, ‘I don’t want to die’.

You could feel yourself slipping into slumber again, wondering if this was the last time you would look into his gray eyes.

‘I won’t let you die’, Levi placed a strand of hair behind your ear when he noticed your eyes were falling shut, ‘I need you to bring me my tea in the morning’.

He placed a soft kiss on your lips, not caring about the metallic taste of blood.

‘Because I love you too Y/N, I really do’, he placed his forehead against yours, ‘You can’t leave me, or Nicollo’.

---

‘She’s getting better’, the nurse smiled at Nicollo, ‘I don’t know what kind of illness she suffered from, but she seems stable now’.

Nicollo let out a sigh of relief, thanking the nurse for her hard work, before he slowly opened your door, trying to see if you were sleeping.

‘Stop teasing me!’, you jokingly pushed Levi’s hand away from your leg, ‘My tea’s not that bad’. ‘It is kid, I always throw it away in the bushes outside my window’. ‘That’s just mean!’, you pouted. ‘Be glad I let you waste my tea leaves, and all because your pretty face is the first thing I want to see in the morning’. ‘Can’t believe you fooled me like that’, you shook your head. ‘I’ll make it up to you, I promise’, Levi smiled before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Both of you didn’t seem to notice Nicollo, so he softly closed the door behind him, not wanting to spoil the moment you two had.

A smile rested on his face when he saw how happy you were. He couldn’t remember the last time you smiled like that. There was a small part inside him that envied the two of you, wishing he could see Sasha smiling like that again, but he was happy for you. He was happy, knowing you would get the chance to grow old with the person you loved.

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𝐂 𝐑 𝐘 𝐁 𝐀 𝐁 𝐘

𝐒 𝐀 𝐓 𝐒 𝐔 𝐊 𝐈 𝐊 𝐈 𝐑 𝐘 𝐔 𝐈 𝐍 𝐗 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐅 𝐄 𝐌 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

➜ 𝐒 𝐌 𝐔 𝐓

✦𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 𝐒 :𝐁 𝐔 𝐓 𝐓 𝐏 𝐋 𝐀 𝐘, 𝐂 𝐍 𝐂?, 𝐃 𝐄 𝐆 𝐑 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆, 𝐆 𝐈 𝐑 𝐋 𝐖 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐏 𝐄 𝐍 𝐈 𝐒, 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐈 𝐌 𝐔 𝐋 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ✦

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You were just a dumb simple girl, she thought. You came up to her, big doe eyes, plump lips, poofy puffs with ribbons around them, thick thighs that jiggled every-time you took a step, and beautiful hips she wanted to caress.

She had no clue as to why she felt like that towards you, but she did. She looked down upon you with disgust evident on her face. You weren’t scared, just a little squirm-ish, her gaze was intense, and she was eyeing you down.

“Why should I test you?” She asked. Before you got the chance to speak, she cut you off with a uniform pushed towards your breast.

They were distracting her, and she had to figure out a way to cover them up.

“Here you go pig, one star.” She stated, shooing you away.

Immediately after, two guys with three-star uniforms stood in front of you, they demanded you to follow them. You had no choice, so you did. They took you to a dorm like place and settled you in a room, you knew one stars didn’t get treated like such, they weren’t given special treatment.

The special treatment didn’t stop there though, you were allowed to join the tennis team without a tryout, got great quality food, and got to tour the place.

The captain of the tennis team, Hakodate, wasn’t too fond of you. She’d always pick on you in front of other team members but was so close when she told you to stay for extra practice. She’d always pull on your braids or flip up your skirt, even going as far as to pinch your nipples, she enjoyed torturing you.

She didn’t know that Kiryūin had her eyes on you. Every time she’d flip your skirt up or get a little too close into your personal space, it would send Kiryūin into overdrive, but she couldn’t act on her actions. However, she did make an observation, you enjoyed the torture. With every after-school practice you stayed with Hakodate, you’d inch closer and wouldn’t cower from her torture on you as much as you use to. She even caught Hakodate looking at your breast while you were changing.

Hakodate wanted to act on her actions desperately, she just wanted to fold you up and eat your adorable pussy, but she knew she’d have to get you alone, which would usually be easy, if the higher ups weren’t coming to collect you for dinner with them every time you two were alone.

One evening she noticed they weren’t there waiting outside for you and acted on her actions quickly. While you were stripping to head into the showers, she followed behind you. You felt her warm breath behind your ear and knew it was her, she grabbed your waist and bent you over, she was so desperate to taste, even just to see, how good your pussy was.

She immediately latched her mouth onto your clit, pushing her fingers deep into your cunny causing you to cry out. You wanted to tell her stop, that you’d get in trouble if the higher ups did catch you, but it felt too good. You caught yourself bouncing back on her face, begging her to let you cum. In response you’d get a “why should I let your sloppy cunt cum?” Or “I’m doing it for my pleasure and if you end up getting your fill good for you.” She was so mean, and it turned you on so much, you ended up squirting in her mouth.

She drunk it all up and continued her assault on your pussy, switching between her finger and tongue as to which she was fucking you with.

She soon finished up and started licking up your body. She played with your breast for a while, twisting and nipping on them to get a reaction from you. After she finished she gave you a sloppy kiss and walked out the shower.

After the whole incident went down she pretended it never happened, she barely even looks at you anymore. Kiryūin has been showing up to the court more though, she’d always watch you and make sure the blonde was no where near you. She knew what happened, it made her furious, she was just waiting for the right moment to bring it up.

“Hello” Kiryūin Said walking behind you from training, instead of letting the guards get you, she decided to get you herself.

“Hi” You said in a questioning tone.

“There’s something we need to discuss.” She said looking down at you, then walking ahead of you.

Taking that as an order, you trailed behind her thinking of all the things you may have done to piss her off, you hadn’t seen her in weeks, so why did she need to see you? What wasn’t clicking in your dumb little brain?

“Is there something you need to tell me?” She said as she sat down in her office seat.

“Not that I know of?” You said in a question like tone, is something wrong with Kiryūin? why does she seem angry?

“Hm, come here.” She said in a calm tone. As you walked behind her desk, she pulled you down onto her lap.

“Did someone touch you in the past few weeks?” She asked directly this time.

“No, no one has touched me.” You lied.

“Yeah?” She questioned.

“Mhm” You groaned out in response. She had placed her thigh between your legs, you instantly felt her bulge on your ass, and she could most likely feel your almost bare pussy since you were wearing thin flimsy panties.

“Is this not you and Hakodate, in the locker room?” She said, pulling up the footage she had recorded with her phone. There, you sat and watch the video of you begging Hakodate for more.

Your pussy immediately reacted, seeing yourself on camera turned you on so much.

Kiryūin could feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. She placed you on the table and flipped your skirt up, she sat back down in her seat and observed your pussy. It was so pretty to her she wanted to immediately taste but she couldn’t, she wanted to tease you first.

She stripped you of the rest of your clothing and opened a draw filled with toys. She pulled out a bunny tail butt plug, a blue dildo and some lube. Your eyes widened while hers remained neutral, if she could, she’d take you in the office over the table, however the walls weren’t soundproof and you’d be quite loud.

She licked her thumb and began rubbing your clit, you were really sensitive and any touch had you begging for more, and with your pleas she gave you more, she secured her mouth around your clit as you began to cry, it was becoming too much, her tongue was warm and would constantly flick horizontally and vertically.

She removed her head after your third time cumming, she didn’t do it for your pleasure, she really enjoyed your taste and couldn’t resist making you cum over and over again. She switched your position and placed you on the floor between her legs, with your ass facing her direction and your back arched.

She spat on your ass, the cool liquid landed on your hole and sent a shiver up your spine. She grabbed the plug and the lube and lathered it on. After you felt her fingers prodding into your back hole, you want to stop her but it felt, good?

“Are you putting that in there?” You stuttered out. She simply ignore you. Why would she give you an explanation? You didn’t give her one for the video. She began pushing it in.

“It’s too much!” You yelped out. She continued pushing it in and then started rubbing on your clit with her thumb. The amount of pain a pleasure at the moment was delicious, the stretch burned perfectly.

After she got it completely in you started pushing it back out, it was too filling. She grabbed it and began pumping it in and out of your hole, it felt good, so good that you began to spasm. She pushed your legs apart to make room for herself.

"Look at you, making a mess on my floors." She

scolded. She then laid between your legs, finally latching her mouth onto your clit.

You moaned out in pleasure, humping her mouth trying to get your release. She spanked you and stuck her tongue between your folds, tongue fucking you until you finally came on her tongue.

She continued to tongue fuck you until you were crying. After you came for the last time, for her satisfaction, she cleaned you with her tongue and took some wipes out of her desk and cleaned you off as well.

She then carried you to her room and kissed your forehead before whispering praises into your ears as you fell asleep.

"You did so good for me darling."

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This is a repost of my own original fiction. It's a short story romance in 2nd person POV (not a reader insert). Rated T. Word Count: 2817

SMART MOUTH

“I love your dirty mouth.”

Your smile drops a tick when he murmurs the words, his gaze unnaturally luminescent from the shots he’s been knocking back tonight. You’ve heard this come-on before in all its iterations—wicked tongue, smart mouth—but the meaning is always the same. He loves the assumption he’s made about you, about how the rest of this night will go. In those too-bright eyes, you’re low hanging fruit, a reckless harlot on whom he can play out a fantasy or two for a few hours before he returns to the real world. Because a girl who lets crass words fall from her lips as easily and thoughtlessly as an exhaled breath—words that have grandmothers clutching pearls—surely that girl is up for anything.

The trope has become threadbare, unoriginal. Even if he didn’t look at you with every erotic thought flashing across his features like a neon “Girls! Girls! Girls!” sign at seedy strip club, at best, you’d be quirky, a novelty, an “acquired taste.” You’re the saucy best friend, sister, cousin, whatever. Never the lead in an epic romance, but the comic relief that other women love and men only want a taste of out of salacious curiosity. After all, happily-ever-after for a cheeky, brazen girl doesn’t include white picket fences and a mommy blog, right?

Except for you, it does.

There are men, rough around the edges, who would gladly take on “until death do us part” with someone just a hairsbreadth too inappropriately honest like you. But it’s the clean-cut good boys who make your skin tingle like champagne bubbles skittering through your veins. You’ve tried to change, tried to be an Eliza Doolittle to someone’s Henry Higgins, but the truth of you couldn’t be bottled long before it blew up in spectacular fashion, leaving no one unscathed—least of all you. You’ve also tried to find a connection with another “unpolished gem,” but the spark has always been a dim, pitiful thing, slow to come alive, quick to die.

You look your date over, a handsome grown-up frat boy, and pat his sculpted cheek. “You can’t handle this dirty mouth,” you say with a wink. He can’t. None of the ones you want can, and you push away the ubiquitous thought that this has never been about finding your other half, but an exercise in self-loathing.

You excuse yourself, ignoring his half-hearted protests; you aren’t lonely enough to take him up on his unspoken offer of a casual dalliance. Sometimes you are, but the encounters never do more than appease that physical need. They’re all devoid of the real communion you secretly yearn for.

You ride a taxi home, head resting against the window. Maybe you’ll take a break, say “thanks, but no thanks” to the next boy-next-door who wants to dabble with an impish Reddit troll before he chases after a poised Instagram goddess. Maybe you’ll lie on a therapist’s couch and dissect why your heart despises you by demanding what you’ll never have. Or maybe you’ll get brunch with the girls, drink too many mimosas and have them roaring with laughter. The same ol’. Always the same.

You pay the cabbie and take a deep breath as you enter your building. It’s quiet inside, though it’s not late. After three flights of your clacking heels echoing in the stairwell, you push the door open to your floor and grind your teeth to keep from scowling. He is there—your neighbor, recently returned from his latest cross-continent adventure. The man who is the pinnacle of everything you want but doesn’t want you. Oh, he adores you, laughs at your unchecked tongue—from the safe distance of naming you a “best friend.” (Your collection of those rivals the hutch full of tiny glass-blown figurines at your great aunt’s home.)

You hate him. You hate how carelessly kind he is. You hate that he works for a non-profit organization that provides food and water and shelter to those in desperate need. You hate more that your pulse stumbles and your stomach somersaults when he aims one of his genuine smiles at you. You wish he was still on the other side of the world, bringing modern irrigation technology to third-world villages, not standing by his door opposite yours, frowning at his phone.

You think if you walk quietly enough, you can slip into your apartment unnoticed. But no, the jangle of your keys betrays you when you unlock the deadbolt. He says your name, and you close your eyes before turning around. He’s not in his usual attire of jeans and Henley, sleeves pushed to the elbows. This evening, he’s in grey slacks, a white button-down with a red tie tugged loose at his neck. Face shaved smooth, hair tamed, he looks like a cover model for Cosmo’s special edition on sexy bachelors—if they had one.

“Got yourself a lady-love?” you ask, though the question is sour on your tongue. “She inside already, slipping into something more comfortable? Did you bust out the candles and rose petals? That’s how you nice boys do it, right? Or are you smooth in the streets and a freak in the sheets?” The words tumble in rapid fire from your mouth, warning shots against the charisma he unconsciously exudes. You wish you were capable of simply giving him a demur smile before gliding into your place with an air of mystery.

(But you don’t, really. You’ve played that role and it chafed.)

He breathes a whispering laugh, shaking his head. “I wish my night was that exciting,” he says. “Just dinner with the board. Boring work stuff.”

“Ugh,” you agree with an exaggerated eye roll. “The worst.”

He leans against the wall, gaze dipping briefly to take you in. “What about you? Hot date?” he asks with a glance down the empty hallway. “Is he parking the car?”

You make a face. “Lukewarm at best,” you confess. “I’m going to have to take a scalding shower just to wake up my withering libido.” You finish with an excessive sigh for effect.

Your neighbor hums in understanding. “He couldn’t handle that smart mouth.”

The truth stings like a barb in your chest, but you keep your tone light as you say, “He wanted to try.” They all do. As if you’re the flashy, high-octane showroom car they want to test drive before buying something sensible. “Goodnight.”

You open your door without waiting for a response.

A knock comes an hour later while you’re halfway through an episode of some show you’re not even sure you like. You grumble under your breath as you leave your cozy spot on the couch.

He’s on the other side of the threshold, holding up a box of microwave popcorn and a bottle of wine. He whistles as he takes in your hair piled on top of your head in a tangled knot, the old Def Leppard t-shirt you cut up into a loose tank top that hardly covers your favorite well-worn sports bra, the joggers with one leg scrunched up to your knee, and a pair of fluffy socks.

“Shut up,” you grouse, snatching the wine bottle. You make a rude gesture with your hand as you head toward the kitchen. Because while he’s changed into pajamas too, he looks more like he stepped out of a Macy’s catalogue.

His hip is against the counter as the microwave pop, pop, pops. He’s too familiar here, knows the inside of your place as well as you know his. You open the wine, pour him a glass, then take a swig directly from the bottle.

“Your night’s going that bad, huh?” He’s smiling, but there’s a tinge of concern in his eyes.

You ignore it because you don’t want the sunshine-and-rainbow platitudes he’ll offer you if he knows the defeated trail your thoughts are cantering down. There’s someone for everyone. Don’t give up hope. Nice boy lies.

You leave him to finish preparing your gourmet snack and queue up a raunchy comedy you know will have him trying not to curl his lip in distaste. It’s revenge for that artsy independent film he made you watch last time—the one you nicknamed “Everyone’s Sad All the Time.” That, and for this friendship that feels like a relentless purgatory of closeted hopes and unrequited infatuation.

Bowl of puffed kernels in hand, he joins you on the couch, settling in the middle instead of the opposite end. You shove at him with your feet, annoyed at his nearness. You don’t want to imagine what it would be like to have him in the ephemeral way you’ve had the rare others when isolation and melancholy suffocate you. Would he leave you feeling as empty? Yes, but worse. Because the interlude would be meaningless to him while it would be everything to you.

He captures your legs, lays them in his lap, and glowers at you when he sees the television screen. “You’re joking.”

You give him a puckish grin before you start the film. “I’m expanding your horizons.”

It’s halfway through the movie, and you’re snorting laughter. In your periphery, he glances at you for the tenth time in the last hour—or is it the twelfth? (You’ve lost count.) And his silent judgment is sandpaper on that raw nerve you’ve been pretending doesn’t exist. Yes, maybe you’re a bit more dumpster fire than hot mess, but you like yourself as you are. Why can’t anyone else? Why can’t he? You bristle but redouble your focus on the television.

You laugh at another vulgar joke, this one referring to nice guys in the bedroom, and his eyes are on you once more. You push pause, scowling at him.

“What?” you ask in a tight voice. “I like what I like, and I’m not going to apologize for it. You have a problem with that, then you can take your popcorn and go. I’m keeping the wine.” In fact, he can leave right now. You’ve had your fill of rejection for one night—for a lifetime.

You pick up the half-empty bottle and scramble off the couch, pointed toward your personal sanctuary. It’s silly, but you’ve never let a man into your room. You’ve been saving that for the one who looks at you—ugly bits and all—and somehow thinks you’re everything he could possibly want for the rest of his life. (Apparently such a person does not exist, at least one who is everything you could possibly want.) Your neighbor knows this, thanks to a drunken confession just before he went on his latest humanitarian excursion.

He stops in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, watching you as you set the wine on your nightstand. You throw back your covers and climb into bed.

“Lock the door on your way out,” you say. “Oh, and be a dear and turn out the lights. Thanks.” You roll over, pulling the comforter up to your ear. You’re not going to cry if you can help it. Crying gives you headaches. Crying doesn’t change reality.

The room goes dark with a flip of a switch, and you blow out a sigh. You didn’t expect him to stay, not really. A sweet gesture like that is reserved for equally sweet ingenues. Girls who can make sailors blush are supposed to be satisfied with an occasional bout of inebriated hate-sex.

You roll your eyes at these melodramatic thoughts. You’re not usually this pessimistic, but tonight, you’ll allow yourself to indulge in a little hyperbole. Soon, your neighbor will get a new assignment that will take him halfway across the world again, and you’ll have a reprieve from your intractable crush. You’ll go on a man-fast, spend more time with the girls, throw yourself into work, and the sun will rise once more.

The bed dips on the other side, and you sit up with a surprised squeak. Your neighbor’s face is painted in soft grey and pale yellow in the moonlight. You can’t decipher the expression he wears as his gaze holds yours. A beat passes, then another in absolute stillness, and you clutch the corner of your blanket to your chest, feeling uncomfortably exposed.

“You forget something?” you ask in a whisper, as if any sound might fracture this strange moment between the two of you.

The corner of his mouth curves up in a half-smile. “We didn’t talk. We usually talk.”

Your brow furrows. He’s not wrong. Communication while he’s away is sporadic at best, so when he comes home, you spend every available minute together, filling in the gaps. He regales you with anecdotes from his travels, the kind of humorous, touching stories that inspire you to volunteer at a nearby shelter every week. You tell him about the latest shenanigans from work, the recent failed attempts at yoga, and when he laughs, you feel like a queen. But maybe that’s the problem. Your heart is feasting on this semblance of a relationship, and you can’t move on. Maybe it’s time to pull away in increments so when he eventually falls head-over-heels for a doctor-without-borders, the slash in your chest will feel like a paring knife rather than a machete.

Tomorrow. You’ll begin the slow goodbye tomorrow.

For now, you nod at him. “So talk.”

He glances away as if unsure how to start. “I was offered a job tonight,” he says. “And I took it.”

“Oh.” You don’t know why this news anneals the air in your lungs. It was only a minute ago that you decided your friendship with him has become a slow-acting poison. Him gallivanting off to some remote corner of the world is exactly what you need. “Congratulations. Where are they sending you?”

“Here.” He tips his head up, studies the ceiling as if it holds unearthed truths about the universe. “Director of New Project Development. I’ll still travel occasionally, but not for months at a time.”

You can’t tell if he’s happy about the change in his career. You’re not certain you are, either. “And that’s what you want?”

“Yes.” He meets your gaze, and it’s different than before, painfully electric. Like he wants—needs—something from you, and you can’t begin to guess what it is. “I can handle it, you know. I’ve always been able to.”

You swallow at the tension strangling in your throat. Because you think he’s not talking about the new job anymore. “Handle what?”

He reaches toward you, cups your cheek, and you resist the instinct to lean into his touch. This can’t be real. His thumb brushes over your lips. “This smart mouth,” he murmurs. “I think about it every day when I’m gone.” His hand falls away, shoulders slumping. “I know ‘nice guys’ probably seem boring to you, but I…” He conveys the rest with the tentative hope written in his features.

You blink at him as you repeat his admission in your mind, examining it from all sides. What? What? “How long?”

He frowns, not understanding.

“How long have you felt like this?” You clarify for him, not daring to give into the giddiness that begs to overwhelm you.

“The truth?” He runs a hand over his face with a sigh. “I’ve been a little crazy about you since you welcomed me to the building and told me to beware of the poltergeist in the pipes.” He gives you a rueful look. “But I was gone so much, and girls like you don’t date guys like me.” He finishes with a pitiful shrug as if he’s been as tortured by unfulfilled dreams as you have been.

You stare at him. How is it possible to be full of both anger and joy at the same time. “You idiot,” you say, though you’re unsure if you’re speaking to him or yourself. “You stupid, stupid idiot.”

Before he can attribute the wrong meaning to your insult, you grab the front of his shirt and yank him toward you. You plant your mouth on his, and his hands are instantly at the sides of your head, angling it so he can get a better taste. He tells you with his lips, with his tongue how desperately he’s wanted this—wanted you. You’d cry out in bliss if you could breathe.

He pulls back too soon, but your half-formed complaint dies before you can give it a voice. Because he sees you like no one ever has, and he’s utterly captivated. Is this what people call love? Could that all belong to you—the sassy sidekick? The possibility is beautiful and terrifying and too much of both at once. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls the blanket away from you. There’s no more thinking.

You lay on his chest afterward, drawing lines in the thin sheen of sweat on his skin. He wraps his arms around you, kisses your forehead tenderly.

“So,” he says, “about that movie…”

You laugh. Yes, this is love.

~FIN~

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 21: Radiant Bride

Chapter warnings: mentions of starvation, questionable food choices, drugs, violent crime Series Warnings: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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“You okay, Baby Mega? Gundark didn’t get you, did it?” Shiani poked her head into the girl’s room. They’d been on a pickup mission for Cid, and the drop zone had been swarming with the creatures.

“No, I’m okay. Are you?” Omega had Lula in her lap, looking out at the stars as they headed back to Ord Mantell.

“Mad I couldn’t catch that little one.” Shiani laughed, climbing up to sit beside her. “Ran out of time, or I’d have had it as a snack.”

“You’d eat a gundark? Eeew!” Omega laughed.

Shiani scooped her up in her tentacles and lifted her up in the air, giggling too as she turned her upside down. “Not ew! I’d eat anything that didn’t eat me first!”

“Really?” Omega blinked. “Even gross stuff?”

“I’ve eaten plenty of gross stuff. I lived in the trash.” Shiani shrugged. “Hunting was bad. Sometimes, you do what you have to do. But some things you think are gross turn out to be tasty.” She set Omega in her lap and cuddled her. “I wasn’t a great hunter when I lived in Acopit, but I got better when I was in exile. I had to.”

“Is it weird to eat something you killed?” Omega looked up at her.

“I don’t think so. There’s honor in doing it yourself, and surviving by your own power.” She booped the girl’s nose with a delicate claw. “It does taste better when you cook it though.”

“You ate stuff raw?” Omega blinked.

“The nearest thermal vent was two klicks into Acopit territory, and every siren on Kamino wants to kill me.” Shiani shrugged.

Omega turned around and cuddled back. “I don’t understand why they don’t like you. You’re great.”

Shiani nuzzled into Omega’s hair gently. “I think you’re great too. My favorite girl in the galaxy.”

Omega grinned at her. “Tech’s your favorite guy, isn’t he?”

“Tech’s my favorite everything.” Shiani giggled.

“Would you ever marry him? Wrecker and I were watching a holo-show and some of the people in it got married.”

Shiani pondered thoughtfully. “I never thought about it before… but yeah. If he gave me the gift, I’d accept it.”

“Gift?” Omega blinked.

Shiani laughed. “When you want to get married, you give a gift. Something you make yourself, that they wear on their chests over their hearts.” She smiled fondly. “Males are supposed to ask, though.”

“Like the armor Tech’s making for you?” Omega flopped dramatically across the siren’s lap. “I saw it on the worktable. It’s too small for any of the guys.”

Shiani froze, eyes wide. “He’s making me armor?” Her hearts picked up with a delight that spread like warm sunlight throughout her entire body. Armor, like he and his brothers wore, marked them as a part of the squad. It was the ultimate symbol of love, to build something by hand that was so hard to make but so protective.

“I hope I didn’t spoil the surprise.” Omega whispered.

“I’ll still act surprised.” Shiani assured her. “Promise.”

Omega grinned and nodded. “How much longer til we land?”

“Not much longer.” Shiani nodded. “Want to come view the landing? Tech said I could do it this time.”

“Yeah!”

The two of them climbed out of the gunner’s seat and headed to the cockpit, where Tech and Echo were sitting and talking. Well, mostly Tech was talking, but Echo didn’t mind listening as he cleaned his pistol. Tech looked back and smiled faintly. “Right on time, cyar’ika.” She leaned over the back of his chair and nuzzled his face with her own, which made Echo snicker and Omega beam. Tech ignored both of them, patting the arm rest. “Come around here and take the controls.”

Shiani nodded and they swapped spots, so he was standing behind her. Echo let Omega sit in his lap to watch, watching the siren as she went through the landing processes. She was efficient with it, using tentacles to flip dials and pedals as her hands stayed steady on the controls.

“Very good.” Tech praised as they entered the atmosphere and headed for their usual hangar spot.

She grinned, engaging the landing gear and bringing them down gently, landing with barely a wobble. Echo smirked. “She lands better than you.”

Tech huffed. “This is a controlled environment. You have experienced my landings in a combat zone, those are not comparable.”

Omega giggled. Shaini just smiled and reached back for Tech’s hand. He took it and pulled her out of the seat. “Come along. I have a gift for you before we step out.”

“Gift?” Her eyes sparkled as he walked her back to the work bench, glancing over her shoulder at Omega. The girl gave her a thumbs up.

Tech stood her in front of the work table, adjusting his goggles and turning her so she was facing away. “Hold your arms out, let me make sure it fits.”

She blinked, lifting her arms obediently. Tech dropped a chestplate over her head, with flexible vest-like shoulder pieces similar to his own. It covered her gills but sat high enough not to impede her tentacles, with extended plates that went low on her stomach and sat above her belt in the back. It latched on the sides, and was much lighter than his armor that she’d picked up once or twice.

“I have vambraces for you as well. I considered leg cover as well, but I thought it may irritate your tentacles or be too heavy for you.” Tech adjusted the latches carefully, making sure they were secure. “Is this comfortable? I can make adjustments as needed.”

Shiani’s eyes sparkled with absolute delight as she turned around, checking the fit. “And you made this?”

“Yes. I should have made it sooner, and I apologize for waiting so long. Do you like it?” He startled when she threw herself into his arms.

“I love it. Love you.” She grinned, nuzzling into his chest happily. “I’ll wear it on every mission, promise.”

“Good.” He smiled, hands on her hips squeezing his familiar set of three. “You can paint it as you see fit, when we have time.”

Shinani nodded with delight, touching the metal when he let her go. Holy tides and stars… he’d put the armor on her himself. All she had to do was make him a gift in return and they would be married!

“Come along, we need to get our payment from Cid.” Tech waved for her to follow him down the ramp after his brothers.

“Cid could have mentioned the gundarks.” Echo complained as soon as his boots touched the ground.

“We made it out okay.” Wrecker grinned, scooping Omega up and setting her on his shoulder. She had a box of Mantell Mix, smiling as she tossed a couple pieces in her mouth. “How’s it this time?” He grinned

“Better than ever.” She beamed and gave him a piece.

They headed for the Parlor, all of them immediately noticing a crowd of armored figures they didn’t recognize. Shiani tucked herself a little closer to Tech, frowning,. “Who are they?”

“I am unsure.” He frowned, hand moving to her opposite shoulder firmly and giving her a comforting three squeezes. Wrecker carefully set Omega down and carefully put her in the middle of the formation to keep her safe. They ducked into the Parlor, finding it much more crowded than they remembered.

“Since when is this place so popular?” Echo frowned.

Shiani scrunched her face. “The appeal of the Parlor is it’s normally empty.”

“Let’s just get paid and go.” Hunter sighed, heading for the office. He hated the eyes on them, especially Omega.

Tech was thinking much the same thought about Shiani, the siren’s unique appearance catching lots of attention. She just looked annoyed by all of it, crossing her arms and tentacles tightly. She’d gained some confidence about sticking up for herself with strangers now, but stares still made her uncomfortable. An unusual looking hooded figure in a mask passed as they approached the office door, and she lightly tugged Tech’s vambrace. “Pyke?” She murmured. Now that she was well versed in most sentient races, Tech had suggested she study common group affiliations and their symbols.

“It appears to be.” He nodded. “That is not a good sign.”

Omega frowned. “What’s a Pyke?”

“Spice trader. They’re a very violent gang.” Shiani patted her hair gently. “Nothing for you to worry about though. They’re leaving, and Cid’s not stupid enough to make deals with Pykes.”

Omega nodded, looking over at Hunter as a guard tried to stop him from getting into the office. “Appointment only.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes and gave Wrecker a nod. The big clone quickly seized the guard by the chest plate and threw him out of the way. Shiani leaned over and picked the office lock with her claw quickly. When they walked in, a green devaronian male with a familiar looking lizard purring in his lap came into view.

“It’s quite rude to barge into someone’s office unannounced.” He raised an eyebrow at them curiously, waving down the group of other enforcers who moved to intercept the group.

“It isn’t your office.” Hunter frowned.

“I beg to differ.” The man chuckled.

Omega spotted the lizard and blinked. “Ruby? What are you doing with her?”

“I paid Cid for her, and she delivered. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.” He scratched the creature gently with his long nails, making her roll over on her back to get her belly rubbed.

“Where is Cid?” Shiani narrowed her eyes, head cocking to the side to examine his face. She usually tried to keep from being confrontational at the first meeting, but something was amiss and her family had just walked into it. “And who are you?”

“Cid is out. Permanently. The Parlor and surrounding territory are mine now… you all look like competent mercenaries. Well…. Most of you.” He eyed Shiani and Omega. “If you’re looking for employment, I might have some work for you.”

“We’ll think about it.” Hunter huffed.

“You didn’t answer my question. Who are you?” The little siren puffed up a little, standing her ground when the devaronian got up and walked to her side of the desk.

“I am Roland Durand.” He curiously examined her. “I’ve never seen anything like you. I’m a purveyor of oddities, Miss. You would be much better paid as my assistant than whatever you make with them.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m very happy with my family. Thank you.”

“Let’s just go.” Omega pulled at Shiani’s arm gently, trying to get out of the office quickly. Tech’s eyes were burning holes in Durand, and she was slightly concerned about a fight.

Shiani nodded, putting her arm around the girl. The followed the guys out of both office and Parlor, Hunter immediately shaking his head. “He’s a gangster. We’re not equipped to deal with anything like that. We need to leave Ord Mantell. Tech, get the ship ready and we’ll start supplying to leave.”

Omega frowned. “But what about Cid?”

Tech shook his head, arm firmly around Shiani’s waist now. “She was likely eliminated or forced out of the area, if Durand’s tone is anything to go by.”

Omega looked horrified. “Would they really kill her? We need to look for her, she could be in trouble! She’s our friend.”

“She is our employer.” Shiani shook her head. “You have a good heart, Baby Mega. But that care doesn’t go both ways.”

The girl dug her heels in. “She’s helped us. It’s only right to do the same in return.”

Hunter sighed, starting to kneel and try to explain for the millionth time why everyone wasn't their friend, when Cid's voice caught his attention from behind. “At least someone was worried about me.”

Cid was standing in the doorway of the Havoc Marauder, arms crossed. Shiani matched her stance. “What did you do to make Durand take your Parlor?”

“We'll talk about it in private, Suckers. Come in.”

Tech cleared his throat. “Are you inviting us onto our own ship?”

“You're catching on, Goggles.”

“Rude.” Shiani grumbled, but walked up the hatch with an extremely displeased look.

They gathered around and Cid offered an explanation. “I see you met Roland Durand. He used to be a client of mine… he's the son of crime boss Isa Durand. I guess he's trying to make a name for himself out from under his mother's shadow, so he's making a deal with the Pykes.”

“Stupid.” Shiani shook her head.

“Yeah. But he had enough goons to run me out of my bar.” Cid huffed.

“Why would he want a bar on Ord Mantell anyway?” Hunter raised a tattooed eyebrow.

“Ord Mantell sits in the crossing of multiple hyperspace lanes. Ideal for smugglers, and my parlor is right in the middle of all the action.” Cid explained. “He saw the value, but I'm going to get it back.”

“And how do you intend to do that?” Echo's native sass had been mostly repressed by Cid's absolute audacity thus far, but he was finding it again.

“You're going to help me. We're all in this together.” Cid threw her arms over Hunter and Wrecker’s shoulders. “We've been through a lot together so far, and I've done right by you boys. I'm good with secrets.”

Tech narrowed his eyes. “You are blackmailing us into compliance.”

“You catch on quick.” Cid nodded.

Shiani bared her teeth and hissed softly, making the trandoshan take a step back and give her blue rings and split jaw an uneasy look. “Threatening people you need help from is a bad idea.” She growled. She usually didn’t let Cid

Omega immediately got between them. “I'm sure Cid didn't mean to make that sound like a threat. She's just scared and needs help. She helped us when we needed it.” Her little hands pushed gently at Shiani's chest plate. “You're sorry, aren't you Cid?”

Cid nodded immediately. “Yeah. Sorry, Suckers. Like Tiny said, I'm just in over my head.” She tried to placate the siren.

“We should help. She's helped us, and her Parlor is her home and livelihood.” Omega pleaded. “It's the right thing to do. How would we feel if we lost the Marauder?”

“We do not interact with gangsters.” Tech sighed, patting Shiani on the arm to get her to relax, until she covered her mouth with her hand and stared daggers at Cid. “But I see your point, as much as I disagree.”

Hunter grumbled and looked at Cid. He really couldn't afford to be on Cid's bad side, and Omega looked so adorably sure they'd make the altruistic choice. Even Shiani, who he was sure was about to bite Cid, softened a little at her big brown eyes. “Fine. What's your plan?” He sighed.

“There's an access point to the old mining tunnels that goes right under my office. My sources say Durand has a shipment of 6 cases of spice in my office right now.”

Shiani nodded. “Saw it. Big boxes.”

“We'll go into the tunnels and steal the shipment. Then when Durand can't deliver, the Pykes will take care of him for us.” Cid tapped the holo table with a claw.

“Why don't we just go in directly? I hate sneaking around.” Wrecker grumbled. “We could take his guards.”

“No one can know we're involved.” Cid said it too fast, and Shiani felt fear bubbling up around her like an underwater steam vent. “The Pykes are no one you want to cross. They'll make you wish you were dead a long time before they kill you.”

Shiani sighed, drumming her claws together. “And how will you distract Durand? If he's in the office, we can't steal the spice without being seen.”

“I've got Bolo and Ketch on it.” Cid smiled. “They'll steal the lizard. He's nuts about that thing, he'll go looking for it.”

“They won't hurt Ruby, will they?” Omega fretted.

“Ruby’s got teeth and claws. She’ll be fine.” Shiani patted her head. “Don’t worry. Go get your bow.”

Omega nodded and headed to her room to get her gear, and Shiani followed Tech to the cockpit to double check the ground security protocol. He didn't like Cid getting into the ship uninvited.

“Were you actually going to bite her?” He asked after a moment.

“It crossed my mind.” She said firmly. “She threatened my family.”

“You are the most remarkable woman in the galaxy.” He dipped his head against hers, arms around her waist as he squeezed his little siren three times. “Loyalty means everything to clones. Yours means everything to me.”

Shiani smiled. “I’d follow you anywhere, Tech.”

He picked up his helmet and nodded. “Then let us make this quick. I have no interest in running into the Pykes.”

She followed him back out, rubbing her thumb against her chest plate. She didn't relish a fight with notorious gangsters either… but she'd follow Tech anywhere he led her.

No one was thrilled about going into a manhole, but the group followed Cid to the old mining tunnels she’d indicated. It was creepy and musty smelling inside, with a set of mining carts hanging from a cable that wound its way through the cavernous abandoned mine. Shiani investigated them curiously, then scrunched her face and looked at Tech. “Rusty.”

“They are in poor condition.” He agreed. “But given a little time, the two of us could reasonably get the motors running.”

Cid shook her head. “The motors are too loud. This is a stealth mission.”

Wrecker pouted immediately. He hated stealth missions.

Shiani patted his arm. “Into the cart. We’ll have to work the levers.”

He sighed. “Okay… but a fight would have been more fun.”

“I’ll wrestle with you when we get done.”

Cid eyed the petite siren as she swung into a cart next to Tech and the two of them broke the rusty lever free. Wrecker was doing the same in the next one, Hunter and Echo working the third loose. “Doesn’t seem like your style to beat up on a little woman like Suckers, big guy.”

Wrecker laughed. “She’s a lot stronger than she looks, Cid.”

“She wins more than 90 percent of the time.” Hunter chuckled.

“She is strategic. And it is 92.67 percent.” Tech sounded amused too.

Shiani smiled at the praise and started helping Tech work the lever to push them along the overhead track. The cavern was narrow here, and it reminded her of when she was first exiled, before she’d made the little cavern in the belly of the inactive volcano her home. It had been just a dark and lonely cave, only safe by comparison to an execution. That was before Tech had filled it with light and his voice, and she found her place in the galaxy beside him.

She wasn’t alone anymore. Someone would face the dark places with her.

They got to a large door and Cid gave them a sharp look. “Once this is open, not a peep out of any of you. You’ll wake the hive.”

“Hive?” Hunter frowned.

“The tunnels have a little… pest infestation problem.” Cid said quickly. “But it won’t be a problem if you all keep your traps shut. That means no humming, Suckers.”

Shiani looked unimpressed. “I hum when I’m happy. Don’t see how this is a happy time.”

“We’re not scared of a few bugs.” Wrecker grinned. “Right, Shiani?”

“The closest thing I know to bugs is a crab. I can eat those.” She shrugged. “Can I eat these bugs, Cid?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Cid shook her head, and waved for Wrecker to come shove the door open. “Remember. Not a sound.”

Past the door, the tunnels were full of giant cobwebs. Shiani held her flashlight tightly, the only sign she was any bit uncomfortable was a tentacle wrapped around Tech’s ankle. Behind her, Wrecker was just as deeply uncomfortable at the distance between them and the bottom of the cavern, so far below he couldn’t see it even when he pointed his own flashlight downward into the dark. When it slipped from his fingers, every one of them froze and watched in silent horror as it bounced down against the webbing and went out, out of sight in a turning depression underneath them. Cid looked like she was about to crumple, shaking and staring, so Shiani lightly patted her arm. “Nothing woke up.” She whispered gently. A low, animal cry from below echoed as she spoke, but seemed to be the groan of something rolling over in its sleep.

Cid nodded and swallowed hard before giving Wrecker a murderous look. “Nice going.”

“It was an accident.” He looked a little red-faced, but it was hard to tell in the dark of the caverns.

“Just keep moving.” Hunter grumbled, shaking his head. Tech went back to his lever, Shiani helping him. Not that he needed her help, but he liked having it. This entire adventure seemed entirely ill-advised, but having her cut down on the bickering that usually came up between his brothers… and himself, if he was honest. He and Wrecker bickered a lot.

When they arrived up under the office, Shiani held her tentacles up like railing to make sure all the clones got out safely. Hunter sighed at the stairs going up, then looked at Cid. “He out of the office yet?”

“Ketch just commed, he’s out. Let’s go, quick.” Cid urged, pushing them up the stairs. “He won’t be gone for long.”

The top of the staircase led to a trapdoor, which they pushed up. A rug slid off the top, and Echo made a face at the skittering of rodents out of their path. Before he could complain too much, Cid admonished him to be quiet and started counting the crates of spice to be sure they were all accounted for. Hunter gave a couple quick hand signals, and the clones set themselves in a line to start passing the crates back efficiently. Shiani and Omega remained near the bottom, the siren taking each crate and loading it into the carts while the girl tied them down as securely as she could. “What even is this stuff, Shiani?” She grumbled. “Why’s it worth so much?”

“Drugs.” Shiani set another crate down. “Illegal drugs. People pay lots of credits to get it, because they’re not supposed to have it.”

“But why do they want it?”

“Sometimes life feels so bad, people want to escape.” Shiani sighed. “Drugs make an easy escape. Can’t be sad or stressed when they’re high.” She shook her head and patted Omega’s head. “Doesn’t fix the problem though. It’s still there when you wake up.”

“How do you know so much about it?” Omega blinked at her as the siren took another crate from Wrecker.

“Sirens are not that different. When some sirens get tired of life, they suck on puffer fishes.” Shiani chuckled. “Looks stupid. Makes them act stupid, too.”

Omega giggled and finished securing the crates as Wrecker came down with the last one. The guys looked to be in a hurry, Cid rushing them from behind. Hunter pulled a quick strap over the last crate. “Secure enough. Let’s go.”

“Durand coming back?” Shiani frowned as Tech waved her and Omega to the carts.

Tech nodded, pulling her in and securing the door as a blaster shot rang out. “That would be him shooting the door lock.”

“Oh no. Lever time.” She grabbed ahold of her side of it and they started their way through the tunnels as quickly as they could.

Hunter glanced back as a couple of the enforcers got into another cart behind them and got the engines working. “We’ve got company.”

“Blasters?” Shiani reached for the pistol on her hip. Tech insisted she carry it, though she frequently forgot it was there. She was a close combat kind of girl.

“You’ll wake the hive!” Cid hissed.

“This hive will be inconsequential if we are shot.” Tech ducked and pushed Shiani down before she could get hit. “I do not think, even with our accuracy, we can take them out quick enough to avoid being caught.”

Shiani blinked, peeking up. “Cover your ears!”

Hunter blinked, then activated the filters in his helmet and put his hands over Omega’s ears.

Shiani sucked in a deep breath and leaned over the cart edge, letting out a scream that blew their pursuers off the tracks and into the caverns below. She snapped her jaw shut and looked down, watching them vanish. “Sorry Cid.”

The trandoshan shuddered as another creepy animal cry echoed from beneath them. “... I don’t like this.”

Tech frowned. “Maybe we should activate the motors and get out of here as quickly as possible.”

“Good point.” Hunter frowned, crouching to examine the mechanism. Fortunately it wasn’t in as bad shape as they’d initially thought, and all three motors came to life after a moment. They started hurrying along the track, over where Wrecker had lost his flashlight, when a swarm of creatures came hurtling up towards them. Shiani squeaked when they started biting, tearing into her exposed head tentacles. Wrecker doubled over to protect Omega, and Cid started swearing and swatting at the monsters.

Shiani screamed again, a group of them falling out of the sky and back into the darkness, but more just replaced them. Tech threw an arm over her to try to protect her face, throwing his flashlight up in an attempt to aim his blaster. The creatures screeched, wheeling out of the way of the light. “Use your torches!” He called over the din of screeching insects and yelling clones. It was hectic, everyone clinging for dear life to the carts to avoid being thrown over the edges with the jostling monsters and blaster shots ringing out. One by one, the crates of spice were knocked over the edge and went hurtling to the ground below.

“The spice!” Cid wailed, watching her chance at a get rich quick scheme fade away.

“Forget it!” Hunter snapped, the group finally making it to the manhole door. Wrecker wrenched it open and everyone darted out, letting the big clone slam it shut aggressively hard.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, catching their breaths. “At least we got rid of the spice?” Omega gave an optimistic, tired smile.

Something squeaked behind her, and the clones and Cid turned around. Shiai was sitting on the ground, holding one of the creatures with her claws jammed into it as it squealed and fought against her and the light outside. She was grinning brightly, head cocking back and forth and heedless of the little bites and scratches all over her face and head. “Shiani…?” Tech frowned. “Cyar’ika, what are you doing with that?”

“Snack. Insects are like crabs, right?” She turned it, looking for a place to sink her fangs.

Hunter, Omega, and Cid looked disgusted. Wrecker just looked confused, watching her. “You’re gonna eat a bug?”

“No, she is not.” Tech grumbled, pulling the flapping and screeching monstrosity from her hands. It tried to bite him, still screaming, until he tossed it in the air and shot it before it could get its bearings.

Shiani made a sad little noise. “But Tech…”

“I will get you something to eat after this. I will find water and catch you a fish myself, or buy whatever you would like from a cantina. But please do not make me watch you eat an insect. I fully intend to kiss you later, and that would be detrimental to the experience.”

She scrunched her face. “They serve crab in cantinas on some planets we visit. What is the difference between crab and bug, except crab is wet and bug is dry?”

“A crab is served cooked, to begin with.” Tech gave her a hand up, and she sighed.

“Sushi isn’t cooked. Neither is cookie dough, and Baby Mega and I ate a whole bowl last week.”

Hunter gave Omega a stern look. “Really?”

“It was good.” She smiled sheepishly.

Cid sighed, nudging the dead insect out of the way with her foot. “C’mon. Let’s go wait for Bolo and Ketch to send the signal.”

Hunter sighed. Now he had to deal with her on his ship for even longer… “Fine.”

It didn’t take long for Cid to get the message from Bolo and Ketch saying the Pykes had arrived and come for Durand. “They don’t take kindly to unpaid debts, so they’ll fix our little problem for us.”

“Your problem.” Shiani raised an eyebrow. “We’re just helping clean up mess.”

Cid huffed. “And here I was thinking about giving you guys dinner on the house.”

“The least you can do, after I got bit by all those flying things.” The siren chuckled, dabbing bacta on her many scratches. “I didn’t even get to eat it.”

“Were you actually going to eat it?” Cid eyed her.

Shiani nodded. “I was. But I like kisses more than snacks..”

“How do you go from threatening to bite me or apex predator mode, to a teenager in love?” Cid huffed.

“I’m not a teenager. I’m twenty three standard years old.” The siren laughed. “Teenage years were terrible. All suckers and elbows, never knew how to fix my head to look pretty, and then got banished.”

Tech chuckled. “You looked fine when we met.”

They walked into the Parlor and found Durand’s armored enforcers laid on the floor dead. Omega’s eyes went wide before Shiani put her hands over them. Cid just grinned. “See. Told you it would take care of itself. Now we can clear this mess out and start over.”

“I guess you want our help with that too?” Wrecker grumbled.

Shiani and Hunter both turned their heads. “I don’t think the problem is all gone yet, Cid.” The sergeant muttered.

Coming out from the office, four Pykes were escorting a humble looking and handcuffed Roland Durand. He spotted them, and in a desperate bid to save his own skin nodded at them. “They’re the ones who stole the spice. I know she was involved, and she got them to help her.”

The Pyke leader turned, examining the group who all pushed Omega to the middle protectively in the face of danger. “Return the spice, and we will consider the matter between us resolved.”

“We don’t have it.” Cid frowned.

“Then you are of no further use to us.” The Pyke drawled. “Kill them.” The Batch all reached for their own weapons, and Shiani’s claws came up along with her bared teeth.

Hunter realized quickly they were in over their head, and slowly lowered his blaster. “We don’t have the spice, but we know where it is. We can retrieve it and bring it back to you, if you’ll let the matter die here.”

“My patience is wearing thin. You have until nightfall to retrieve the spice. But the child remains here.”

Hunter started to balk, but Shiani put a hand on his shoulder. “They won’t hurt Baby Mega, as long as we do what they say. If we don’t, everyone dies here.” Her eyes moved sharply to the Pyke leader. The gang was ruthless and legendary, but they kept their word… most of the time. She would have to hope this was one of those times.

The sergeant was backed into a corner with no option, and he hated it. Cid just nodded, looking terrified. “Suckers is right. It’s not a negotiation. We’ll all die here unless we get that spice.”

Shiani knelt, putting her hands on Omega’s shoulders. “Listen to me.” She whispered. “Be very brave, Baby Mega. We’ll be back for you. We’ll always come back for you. Stay quiet and safe, okay?”

Omega nodded shakily, glancing around. “I will.”

Shiani hugged her tightly and got up, running her tongue over her fangs as she looked at the Pyke leader. She wanted to puff up, make threats to bite and claw until they were all bleeding. But that would provoke them. Family didn’t provoke the enemy. They just protected their own. “By nightfall?”

The Pyke nodded and turned away, pointing for Omega to sit at a round table and shoving Durand over beside her. The Batch regretfully had to leave her and headed outside.

“How are we going to get the spice?” Wrecker frowned. “Do we have to go back in there with those things?”

“Irlings.” Tech looked up from his datapad. “They are called irlings. They are nocturnal and photosensitive, so I recommend finishing this before dark.”

Hunter rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Not much choice there. Tech, we need a plan.”

“Working on it.” Tech showed Shiani his datapad, and her eyes brightened.

“I love lights.”

Wrecker and Cid were lowered by the Marauder's outboard pulley system into the irling nest below the mining track. Hunter was waiting at the controls anxiously, pulling each crate of spice up and pushing it back inside to Shiani. “We could use a hand here, Tech.” He grumbled.

“I’m giving you six extra arms. Let him work..” The siren chuckled. “If we need it, you'll be glad he did.”

“It's almost dark. Those things are going to wake up.” Echo muttered tensely from the cockpit.

“I am preparing for the possibility.” Tech assured him.

“Four crates up.” Shiani chirped. “Cid and Wrecker can ride the last two up.”

Hunter nodded, touching his comm. “Got the last two secure, Wrecker?”

“Yeah. This place is creepy, pull us up.”

Hunter started the pulley once again and glanced back at the setting sun. Shiani patted his shoulder. “Baby Mega is strong, Hunter. She'll be okay.”

“I hate that she's in this mess. And for Cid of all people.”

Shiani sighed. “I don’t like Cid much either, but I do think she feels bad about getting Baby Mega into trouble. Cid’s selfish, not evil.”

“Maybe I should have let you bite her.” He huffed.

“Then Cid would be mad. Selfish means vindictive when crossed.”

He sighed. “Yeah, ye-”

“Hunter! Get us out of here! They're swarming!” Wrecker’s voice screamed through the comm, and blaster fire echoed below.

“Tech!” Shiani yelped. “The swarm’s coming up!”

Tech quickly tightened a screw and tossed her an oblong shaped device. “Twist counterclockwise on the left side! You have six seconds after.”

Shiani twisted the device sharply. “Tell Wrecker to close his eyes.” She leaned out and threw the invention straight down into the hole. “Incoming!”

Hunter hit the comm. “Eyes shut!”

Shaini shielded her face, listening to the swarm getting closer and the echo of Wrecker’s screaming. “Four. Five. Six.”

The cavern below lit up with an explosive flashbang, sending the irlings scattered and diving back to their silent and dark nest. Hunter hauled Cid and Wrecker to safety, he and Shiani pulling them up to the platform of the ship when they came into view.

“See Muscles? That wasn't so bad.” Cid's voice was shaky and her claws clutched Shiani's arm a little too tight.

Wrecker just groaned miserably.

Hunter patted his back. “C'mon. We gotta get the kid.”

Shiani darted back to Tech with happy eyes. “That was brighter than all the lights on Tipoca City!”

He chuckled and pulled her to him by the hips, so his chin rested against her stomach where he was seated and she stood. Her praising his invention was his favorite part of this mission. “Should I make you lights more often?”

“I like lights. It's dark underwater.” She smiled and traced a claw over his cheek. “Baby Mega lets me sit under her lights in her room sometimes.”

“Once we collect Omega, you can do that.” He let Echo pull the ship around, though, so he didn't have to let her go yet.

The Batch walked into the Parlor with six crates of spice and set them in front of the group of collected Pykes. “Here. We kept our end of the deal.”

The leader nodded. “Then the matter between us is resolved. The child is free to go.”

Omega ran straight to Hunter, who tucked her immediately to his side. She looked anxiously back at Durand, who was quickly realizing that the matter between Pykes and Batch was solved, but his life was still in danger. “What's going to happen to him?”

Shiani shook her head. “Don't look.”

“But he just made a mistake! He shouldn't have to die over it.” Omega turned pleading eyes to the Pykes. “Don't hurt him!”

Shiani winced as the Pykes forced Durand to his knees over a crate. “Killing one means their family comes for revenge.” She murmured, hand on Omega's hair. She was thinking of sirens, who'd swim halfway across the planet after a missing member of their clans, or who'd hunt the largest sea monsters on Kamino if it meant protecting their children.

Cid nodded. “Just call it a bad deal and move on.”

“We do not accept bad deals.” The Pyke sneered.

“If you kill him, you'll have a blood feud with Isa Durand. Do you really need that heat right now?”

Hunter moved to cover Omega's eyes as a knife came down, but instead of killing Roland Durand they only cut his horn at the scalp. He was dumped on the floor, and the Pyke leader pocketed his trophy. “Our business is concluded. See that our paths do not cross again.”

The other Pykes took the spice and filed out, leaving Durand humiliated but alive.

Omega crept over to him. “Are you okay?”

He touched his horn and winced. “It's a small price to pay…” Ruby hopped into his lap comfortingly, and he looked over at the group who were all checking on Omega. Shiani spotted his expression and stepped out of the family huddle to approach him.

“You're lonely.” She said matter-of-factly. “Miss you family?”

“I thought striking out on my own would earn my mother's respect.”

Shiani chuckled. “Go home to your mama. Love is more important than respect, and she loves you.”

“You don't even know my mother.” He frowned.

“I know mamas. They love, even the tough ones. Go home.”

He sighed and nodded. “... good idea.”

Once he'd shuffled out, Shiani went back to Tech's side. Cid smiled. “First round is on the house.”

“You owe us more than that.” Wrecker laughed.

“Don't push your luck.” The trandoshan chuckled. When she glanced over her shoulder, Tech and Shiani were already slipping into a back booth to look at datapad holos of Nabooian paper lantern festivals. “Those two are easily entertained.”

Hunter chuckled back. “Only when they're together.”

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