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atiny-piratequeen · 2 months

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𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐶𝘩.𝟹 (𝟸/𝟸)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary: Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could’ve been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae’s way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren’t so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing, Miscommunications, Jealousy, Mentions of Homophobia, Light Instances of Unwanted Advances (from non mcs)

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Wet Dreams, Threesomes, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Risky Sex, Biting, Scenting, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Creampie, Cock Sharing, Dirty Talk, Bareback Sex, Riding, Doggystyle, Cum Swallowing

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 16+k

𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: This is the final part of @schone-lie’s commission! Thank you so much my dear! We're not gonna talk about how long it took me to post this, please remember to like AND reblog if you enjoyed, and have a great timezone!

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3pm

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“So…”

San blushed, looking over as Wooyoung emerged from working on their costumes. He could tell from the way Wooyoung’s sentence trailed off, he probably wanted to attempt having that aforementioned talk.

“So…” San parakeeted back, cheeks darkening at the way Wooyoung arched a single brow at him.

“‘So fucking pretty for us?’ I don’t think I’ve seen you with such a feral look in your eyes before.”

San let out an inhuman squeak and looked away after an unintelligible jumble fell from his mouth.

“Is that how we’re really going to lead this conversation off?”

Wooyoung’s eyebrow inched higher and San covered his face.

“I just…I think he’s neat.”

“...pfft.”

“WOOYOUNG!”

“I’m sorry! It was cute!”

San covered his face, absolutely flustered while Wooyoung snickered behind his hand, though he couldn’t deny the flutter in his chest as he teased his boyfriend.

“He’s…really nice to be around. In this quiet, kind of mysterious way. I’ve never met anyone like him before. So…I get it. I get why you like-or, rather, why you love him. At least, I see a bit of it. I think he’s walking a bit cautiously around me because we’re together.” He mused. Wooyoung hummed and nodded, his cheeks rose tinted.

“I see.”

“Yeah.”

The two stood in a flustered silence.

So they both liked him. Cool.

Now what?

Neither seemed to have the answer, if the long stretch of silence was anything to go by. Just because they liked him didn’t mean the three of them would run off into the sunset. Yeosang didn’t feel romantically for either of them.

Right?

Clearly the long stretch of silence had become unbearable, and San was the first to break it, clearing his throat.

“How about we go check out the pop up shop near Yeji’s book store? We passed it yesterday and it looked like it had some cute things inside.”

Wooyoung perked, smiling as he turned on his heel, disappearing down the hall shouting about wearing ‘couple’s outfits.’

San let out a small exhale and headed down the hall, a small smile tugging at his lips.

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“With this limited edition plushie, you’ll be entered in a raffle for-”

“If you buy all of the albums, you have a higher chance at getting your bias and-”

“Wait, let’s open them here and then we can trade-”

The duo walked through the pop up shop, the idle chatter and murmur of the room melting into the background as they admired their surroundings.

It ended up being for some boy group, and while San wasn’t sure who they were, he did appreciate the artistry that went into the popup. Apparently they had a comeback of some sort approaching and some of the pieces on display beyond the glass cases had been hand made by the leader of the group.

San stopped in front of a posted with all of the men on it, looking up. Wooyoung kept his arm looped in his, putting his chin on San’s shoulder and looking up with him.

“Do you know them?” San inquired. Wooyoung made a sound of confirmation behind him, hugging him to his chest. The move made San glance back shyly, though he didn’t try to shift out of his grip.

“I actually designed our halloween fits after one of their comebacks.” He murmured, head cocked to the side. San’s lips parted as he looked up, seeing some of them wearing crop tops and leather pants, while others were decked out in pants that hugged every curve of their lower regions.

“Is that so?” he inquired. He could feel the way Wooyoung’s lips curved up in delight at the cautious edge in his tone.

“Wooyoung, I don’t know if I can pull off somethin’ all fancy like that-”

Wooyoung looked at him like he’d grown a second head, narrowing his eyes for a moment to see if San was playing. When he saw that he wasn’t-as evidenced by the tiny, innocent blink he was met with-Wooyoung let out a small exhale through his nose.

“Boy, what the hell-” He shook his head and grabbed San’s shoulders, tugging him over to a mirror.

“You are the most attractive person to ever walk out of Namhae, look at you.” He cupped San’s jaw as he stood beside him, turning the older man’s face until he made eye contact with his own reflection.

“You can easily pass as an idol yourself. You can sing, you have a soothing smile, and you’re literally my happy vitamin.” He smiled and kissed his cheek before pulling him away, lacing their hands together as they exited the pop up.

San wasn’t sure if his feet were actually carrying him, or if he was floating at this point. He wanted to know where Wooyoung learned to be so…smooth with his words.

As they left the pop up, they watched a pair of young women leave the book store, giggling amongst themselves about the ‘hot man’ being back again. The two exchanged a look before glancing through the window.

There, with an apron tied around his waist, was Yeosang, his hair a fluffed lion’s mane around his head and his eyes holding a distinctly soft look in them as he sat down in a half circle, reading something from a picture book to a small group of kids, all while Yunho sat at his side, occasionally ducking his head down to let a child pet him.

Before they realized, the two of them slowed to a stop, staring through the window at Yeosang.

“He has a nice smile, doesn’t he?” San murmured, the chill of the autumn air making him press a bit closer to Wooyoung. He let out a soft laugh, nodding.

“He always used to do that when he wasn’t training. Smiled in this soft, air headed way that made his cheeks bulge like…a cute little hamster.” he laughed to himself and San felt his own smile falling a bit.

Again, his mouth worked a bit faster than his brain.

“When did that change?”

Wooyoung looked at him, pursing his lips for a moment before he looked at the ground.

“Before I left for Namhae. He didn’t tell me if anything had gone awry at home. I offered for him to come with me to Namhae, but he declined and ever since I’ve gotten back there’s been this…air around him.” He sighed. San rubbed his back and kissed his temple.

“Well, let’s give him something to smile about. The Halloween party is a good place to start, yeah? It’s not my place to pry into his life, especially since he’s only known me for only but so long, but I can certainly get someone to crack a smile. That’s the first step to healin’, right? A good smile and a laugh?” He inquired. Wooyoung smiled and stole a kiss from his lips, grabbing his arm and guiding him down the block.

“My boyfriend’s got the biggest, sexiest brain, I swear~”

San rolled his eyes playfully and let Wooyoung drag him down the block so they could grab ingredients for dinner.

Neither noticed Yeosang glance up from the circle of kids he was sitting in, his brow furrowing as he watched their backs disappear down the block.

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October 31st

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“Holy shit, your hair.”

Yeosang blushed and paused, his hair bleached and dyed to be platinum blonde. San let him in and looked at him, lips parted.

“It’s so…fluffy.”

His own hair was back to black, with a pattern shaved into the back of his fresh undercut that looked like moon phases.

Yeosang shifted from foot to foot slightly as he slipped into a pair of house slippers. San was looking at him like he’d seen people look at Yunho’s head.

‘Does he want…to pet me?’

Before Yeosang could say anything, Wooyoung appeared behind San, his hair a brilliant shade red as he let out a loud, fox-like yip that startled San and made him jump nearly a foot in the air.

“Hehehe! Happy Halloween, boys! Oh wow, that color looks even better on you than I had in my head.” Wooyoung paused, looking at Yeosang with eyes full of admiration.

Yeosang found himself bowing his head without a second thought, humming as Wooyoung stepped in front of him, running his hands through his hair and grinning.

“You used the conditioner I recommended.”

“I don’t know if you know, but you tend to be a diva if I don’t go along with your schemes.”

Wooyoung gasped and paused, his fingers tangled in Yeosang’s locks as he looked him in the eye.

“How dare you, I am not scheming, I am simply…plotting for us to look the sexiest in the entire place.”

Yeosang sent him a deadpan look.

“Not only are ‘scheming’ and ‘plotting’ synonyms, I doubt I’m going to look better than anyone else at a party that literally has fashion models at it.” Yeosang muttered flatly.

San spoke next.

“Why not? You’re really handsome.”

Yeosang blushed. He blushed.

“I-”

“Which one of you wants to start first?” He interrupted the car crash happening in Yeosang’s mind with a bright smile, gesturing to the impromptu dressing room he’d turned his living room into.

San smiled, seemingly wanting to spare Yeosang of more fussing as soon as he walked in, and made his way to the living room, his footsteps nearly silent.

“I’ll go first. What do we need to start with-”

“Go change into this and wash your face with the products I put on our bathroom sink. Yeosangie, go on and sit down and I’ll brush your hair so I can figure out how to style it.”

Yeosang’s feet moved on their own and he found himself seated on the couch, scrolling on his phone as Wooyoung carefully brushed his hair, muttering to himself about styling.

“Your hair has gotten so long…” Wooyoung muttered, catching a tangle while he mused and tugging Yeosang’s hair. Yeosang let out a sound akin to a growl, inhaling sharply.

Wooyoung froze.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

Yeosang felt his head get engulfed in warmth as Wooyoung hugged him from behind. The familiar scent of his cologne filled Yeosang’s senses and he nearly closed his eyes to sink into the feeling, even if it was laced with a new, interesting scent.

Must be San’s.

They…complimented each other well.

Yeosang’s musing was cut off by Wooyoung placing a kiss to his head in apology. Yeosang inhaled sharply for the briefest of moments, fingers twitching slightly.

“I’m back.”

Wooyoung took his time looking up, though when he did and Yeosang followed suit, both of them were at a loss for words.

“Crop top.” Yeosang muttered without thinking. Sure enough, San had on a black cop top, his lean abdomen in full view. His pants clung to every curve and muscle of his legs and-

And…?

And he’s been staring at his best friend’s boyfriend for way too long.

“God, I’m a genius.” Wooyoung nodded, standing and walking over, admiring him openly, grinning from ear to ear. Yeosang watched them, glancing between the two.

“Isn’t the crop top going to be cold? Are you going to be okay? Don’t catch a cold.”

Smooth, Yeosang. Surely, that’s what they’re concerned about. Especially after Wooyoung worked so hard on this and-

“Are you worried about me?” San sent him a charming smile and sat in the dining room table across the room.

“I promise I won’t get sick.”

“If he does, help me take care of him, yeah? He’s pouty when he’s sick.”

“I am not.”

“You’re pouting right now. Sit down, babe.”

San playfully rolled his eyes and sat down, letting Wooyoung get started with his makeup. Yeosang turned half way on the couch, watching as Wooyoung began applying makeup to San.

Watching Wooyoung work was an…experience.

He focused, whether it was cooking or fashion, he always narrowed his gaze in this…intense manner that made Yeosang pay close attention.

He was…so handsome.

“We’re going with a black and pink look for you, Sannie. Tilt your head up, baby.” Wooyoung spoke under his breath, his fingers diligently working.

“Keep your eyes closed, I’m doing your lids.”

Yeosang walked over, his feet carrying him without a second thought. He stood beside Wooyoung, watching as he added a shimmery pink to the smoky eye he was doing for San.

“He looks like an idol…” Yeosang spoke before realizing what he was saying and went beet red when San opened his eyes half way, sending him a slight smoldering look as he locked eyes with him.

Yeosang froze.

“Thank you-”

“Close your eyes so help me god if you mess up my hard work-” Wooyoung hissed, lightly nudging his leg with his knee. San chuckled and closed his eyes again, relaxing back in the chair.

Yeosang tried to keep himself still while he watched, but he found his gaze wandering.

San’s face, the curve of his jaw, and the upturn of his lips as he tried to hold back a laugh when Wooyoung began putting lipstick on him, his hands idly coming to rest on Wooyoung’s hips as he stood between his legs.

Yeosang’s attention shifted over to Wooyoung, watching the subtle way he shifted from foot to foot, his eyes scanning San’s face. A gentle smile came to his own the more he worked and got closer to completing, muttering small praises under his breath and thank yous for San sitting still for him.

He didn’t have any makeup on himself, but Yeosang couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, his leg bouncing ever so slightly as he watched Wooyoung stand to his full height.

“Okay, we’re done here. We’ll wait for the ears and tail till the end when I do everyone’s hair. Yeosang, you’re next darling, go wash your face, your facial care products are to the left. Your skin is a bit too sensitive to use the one San and I use. There’s a light yellow towel in there, too, you can use that to dry your face.”

Yeosang smiled and nodded, trudging down the hall. Wooyoung watched him leave, smiling before he turned to San, admiring him with his finger tapping to his own lips.

“God, you really do look irresistible. I’m gonna have to beat folks off of you with a stick.”

San arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow and chuckled, tilting his head to the side.

“Everyone?”

Wooyoung blushed, glancing behind him, where he still heard running water from the half bathroom down the hallway.

“You little pervert- what if he hears you?”

“Makes it a bit easier for us to get to seeing if it’ll work, no?”

Wooyoung stared at him, baffled at how bold the country boy was. San didn’t break his gaze, brows going up as he waited for Wooyoung to contest his train of thought.

“Behave yourself, you can’t just go hey, my boyfriend and I kind of like you.”

San slow blinked at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Wooyoung nodded, seemingly in the process of relaxing.

“-I would say we definitely like you.”

“CHOI SAN.”

“I’m done-hm?” Yeosang looked back and forth between the two men, blinking as they stopped immediately, looking at him.

“Everything okay?” He inquired. They smiled in an instant, sparkling and charming as they nodded nearly in unison.

“Yep”/”Uh-huh.”

Yeosang narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn’t prove it, but they were definitely scheming. At least his gut told him they were.

“Nevermind that! Sangie, you’re in the seat next!”

Yeosang moved and sat down where San was before, looking up at Wooyoung as he came closer, leaning down into his space.

San wasn’t too far off, leaning on the kitchen counter beside them, watching in the same manner Yeosang had done previously. Yeosang glanced at him, meeting his gaze for a moment.

San sent him a boy next door smile, eyes turning into crescents. Yeosang felt something in his chest flutter for a moment before his chin was grabbed and turned, his eyes widening for a moment as Wooyoung made him look up.

His lips parted, he didn’t say a word, just keeping his eyes fixated on Wooyoung’s.

He’s so close. Really, just a gentle brush and they’d be kissing-

“Close your eyes, Sangie.”

Yeosang’s hands shook in his lap as he closed his eyes, letting Wooyoung get to work on him. San didn’t miss the way Wooyoung’s eyes longingly drifted down to Yeosang’s lips before he bit his own, getting to work on his best friend’s makeup.

“San will be pink…you’re green…and I’ll be red.” He whispered, the faint scent of something sweet still lingering on his breath. Yeosang tried not to laugh or move as one of the brushes ran over his skin gently, though he perked when he felt Wooyoung touch his thigh.

“Can you spread your legs for me?”

Keep your mind out of the gutter, Yeosang.

Its makeup, Yeosang.

He doesn’t mean it like that, Yeosang.

Yeosang parted his legs, willing himself to keep his eyes closed as Wooyoung came closer, his warmth once again flooding Yeosang’s senses.

“Like that, good. Keep your head up.” Wooyoung murmured under his breath, his fingers brushing along Yeosang’s neck for a brief moment as he adjusted the angle of his head, not wanting to smudge the foundation on his face.

Wooyoung, despite his calm breaths, was just as dizzy as Yeosang was. He didn’t do Yeosang’s makeup often-he often went natural whenever they went out with friends or together- so he hadn’t had too many instances of him being in this very position.

Now that he was here, he was worried he’d fucked up.

He was too close. Yeosang could probably hear his heart, hear the erratic and frantic beating nearly tumbling out of his chest. Or worse yet, the occasional way his breath caught as he and Yeosang’s thighs brushed against each other.

“Okay, can you open your eyes?”

Yeosang did as he was told and San leaned close, nodding enthusiastically.

“Holy fuck that looks amazing.”

Yeosang’s makeup was less intense compared to San’s, though his eyes stood out boldly thanks to the green and gold smoky eye Wooyoung had given him.

“I like that you left his birthmark out.” San mused, smiling sweetly. Yeosang felt his cheeks darken as he looked over at Wooyoung. Wouldn’t one want to cover a blemish like that when doing makeup?

“Yeah, it’s cute and accents his face. I’m not gonna cover it.” He huffed, adamant. Yeosang picked at his sweatpants, shyly glancing away as he smiled despite himself.

Wooyoung, satisfied, moved away from him and down the hall to finally wash his own face and get started on his own makeup.

“Have you been to a party like this before?” San caught his attention and Yeosang shook his head, rubbing his neck gently.

“I’m…not the extroverted one out of the two of us. Wooyoung usually starts the conversations, makes the friends, and I get…invited along, and if we get along well, then we become friends.” He admitted, rubbing his arm. San looked at him and walked around the counter, grabbing something from the fridge behind Yeosang.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. With you being more reserved. It…makes it really nice from the outside in when you smile at them, consider them a friend, go out and about with them. At least, that’s how I feel.” San hummed, washing something in the sink. Yeosang looked over his shoulder, hearing something getting slid across the counter.

A bowl of fruit.

“We asked you to come early…I don’t know if you’ve eaten. Here.”

Yeosang looked down at the bowl and reached, smiling softly.

If…if…anyone had to be the one to have Wooyoung…Yeosang was glad it was San.

He bit down on a strawberry, mind wandering while San tossed a chunk of pineapple in his mouth. The two stood in silence for a bit, until the sound of boots coming down the hall drew their attention.

If there was a thought in either of their heads, it was gone. Packed up and rolling a suitcase down the block, gone.

“Can someone tie me up?”

In the time spent away, Wooyoung had put on a button-up shirt on, tucked into a pair of tight dress pants that hugged his ass.

He wasn’t wearing underwear, was he? There wasn’t a single outline for anything underneath as he turned his back to them, the strings to the corset dangling down. San glanced at Yeosang and shied.

“I uh, I don’t really know how to tie one of those up.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. San had never tied a corset before. It probably wasn’t the hardest to learn. He would’ve offered if it wasn’t for him catching the way Yeosang’s eyes had clearly trailed down to Wooyoung’s ass.

He was helping, surely.

“I h-have hand tremors.” Yeosang tossed the ball back, the tips of his ears red. Wooyoung glanced between the two of them and rolled his eyes.

“If neither of you want to tie it, I’ll just call Yeonjun to-”

“No, I- I got it.”

San glanced over at Yeosang as he spoke up, clearing his throat and moving over to Wooyoung, standing on a few centimeters taller than the man. Wooyoung looked at him, meeting his gaze with a small, almost flirty smile before he turned and left his back to him. He realized his shirt was see through and Yeosang’s eyes landed on the dark letters at the base of his neck.

‘I am never alone, and I will never be.’

Yeosang’s gaze softened as he looked at the dark lines, his fingers moving without him thinking, tracing. He’d been there when Wooyoung had it done. Held his hand and rubbed his knuckles every time he squeezed from the pain.

“We’re gonna be late, Sangie. Unless you wanted to stay in instead?” Wooyoung quietly reminded him. Yeosang startled and cleared his throat, slightly shaking hands grabbing the string of Wooyoung’s corset vest, tying it carefully.

“You’ll have to give it a good tug at the end, okay? I don’t need it coming unlaced in the middle of the party.

Yeosang didn’t want that either, didn’t like the idea of him being stared at too intensely by a bunch of people who didn’t know him.

Wooyoung was so much more than his looks.

Yeosang huffed, annoyed at the idea as soon as it popped up, and pulled, tightening the strings with a sharp tug. Wooyoung let out a sound of surprise and stumbled ever so slightly, backing into him.

“Eh-”

“Sorry-”

Don’t think about his ass against you, Yeosang. Don’t think about it, don’t focus on it, leave those thoughts alone-

“I’m glad you’re so well-built or my clumsy ass would’ve knocked us both over.” Wooyoung joked, still pressed up against him. Yeosang swallowed shakily and blushed, glancing down to see no space between them.

He should probably move before he gets hard.

“It was my fault for pulling so suddenly. S-sorry.”

He took a half step back, glancing over and blushing as San stared at them, still leaning on the island counter, feline eyes calm and half lidded as he combed them up and down Yeosang’s form.

Yeosang, then Wooyoung.

The dog trainer could only describe it as ‘that one look in romantic dramas where one person is eyeing their partner from the bed and clearly is thinking of dragging them back into it to show them euphoria’.

Or maybe Yeosang is already entirely too flustered and he’s seeing things. There’s no way Wooyoung’s boyfriend would look at him like that. He didn’t even know why the idea of him doing so made a pleasant shiver run down his spine.

He’s losing it, that’s the only reasonable response.

“Okay~ both of you sit still while I get the ears on you and we’re all set!”

Yeosang shyly moved away, watching as Wooyoung carefully pulled out the three sets of ears and tails he’d made to go with their outfits.

Deep orange with black tipped fox ears for himself, blonde with soft pastel blue accents for Yeosang’s cat fit, and dark, midnight black rabbit ears with hot pink accents for San.

They all looked…quite stunning.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” San mused, looking at himself in his phone’s camera, eyes up in surprise at the end result of Wooyoung’s handiwork. Wooyoung grinned from ear to ear, hands on his hips.

“Probably not. I am pretty damn great.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes and playfully nudged him.

“Let’s just go before his head gets any bigger.”

The three of them pour out into the night, piling into Wooyoung’s car and heading deep into the heart of the city, the light conversation and impromptu karaoke in the vehicle helping settle Yeosang’s erratic heartbeat.

They met up with their friends outside of the venue, with Yeji, Chan, and Changbin dressed up as Miruko, Hawks, and Dabi, from BNHA, respectively. Yeji perked as soon as she laid eyes on San, pointing energetically.

“Hello my fellow bunny friend, join the club!” She grinned, looping arms with Soobin and pulling him in. He blushed, his hands obscured by large rabbit paw shaped gloves as he shyly waved.

“Oh? So you and Yeonjun ended up doing One Piece after all?” Wooyoung piped up beside San and Soobin nodded, his ears bouncing with the movement.

“He’s Zoro…I don’t know why he wouldn’t let me be Luffy. Or Ace. Or literally anyone who didn’t require me to wear a dress. I had to fight for my life to convince him I would not survive the night with a dress on and to let me just gender bend it and wear pants.”

San blinked and looked over, finding Yeonjun pouting not too far off, his hair a deep green color and three swords strapped to his hips.

“Because you look cute as shit as Carrot. Also I only gave up because I will literally use these swords if someone tries playing grab ass with you.” He grumbled. Soobin pursed his lips, crossing his arms.

“All of the dress shops stop at a medium anyway and I don’t know if you remember this or not, but I am very tall and dresses intended for feminine bodies that are about three sizes too small would only lead to my ass and balls being out.”

“And then I’d go to jail for stabbing someone.”/”And then you’d go to jail for stabbing someone.” both of them chimed at the same time. San and Yeosang blinked while Wooyoung snorted beside them.

“Some things never change. They finish each other’s sentences.” He chuckled before turning towards the entrance of the venue Jiyong had rented out for them.

When they got inside, they found the group of guests a lot smaller than expected. San even recognized a few of them as some of the workers who would occasionally drop by Namhae to bring gifts to the little ones or have lunch dates with Chaerin and Jiyong.

It looked less like a high stakes social gathering where everyone was at each other’s throats, trying to become the ‘next big thing’, and more like a larger-than-average Halloween themed house party.

Unfortunately for Yeosang, he tended to be a wallflower at parties his friends didn’t throw, so he found himself trailing after Wooyoung and San instead, smiling politely and greeting others when he was greeted first.

Everyone here looked…stunning.

He hadn’t noticed he’d been falling behind his friend group until his attention snapped into focus, feeling a warm arm lace under his, squeezing in reassurance.

When he looked to his left, Wooyoung smiled at him, nose scrunching ever so slightly.

“Hey, you alright?”

Yeosang flushed, looking over and seeing San had walked over to Jiyong and Chaerin, chatting to them as they stood dressed like Morticia and Gomez Addams. Beside them were Jongho, Eric, and Gahyeon, dressed as Sora, Riku, and Kairi, respectively.

In a way, it comforted Yeosang, to see the little ones looking around with their wide, doey-eyed smiling faces, running around between the adults-all of which they assumed were close friends of the two throwing the party.

That, and Wooyoung’s warmth at his side, grinning at him from ear to ear as he guided him through the crowd, greeting people and introducing his introverted friend as he went.

Yeosang could see a few wandering eyes as they passed, some that combed over Wooyoung’s frame in appreciation a bit too long.

Without thinking, he tensed his arm, pulling Wooyoung closer to him, until not even a silk thread could squeeze between their bodies.

If Wooyoung noticed the way his body began to wind itself tight, he politely didn’t tease him, simply stepping with him as he guided Yeosang back to their friends, the fur of his tail occasionally brushing against Yeoang’s pants, tickling through the material.

“Hyung! Oh-”

The two looked down, finding Eric staring up at them with big eyes. He looked left, then right, then left again.

“Puppy.” He pointed at Wooyoung and the man grinned, nodding.

“Mhm. And you look so cool, Eric!”

Eric nodded, still looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Hyung?”

“Yes, Eric?”

“Did you break up with Sannie-Hyung?”

The sound that left both Wooyoung and Yeosang was truly beyond human comprehension. The two stared at him, slack jawed and flabbergasted. Eric snorted himself at their responses, rocking to and fro on his heels, his temporary silver dye making his hair stand out more than ever.

“Wha- Eric??? No?” Wooyoung recovered, eyes as wide as saucers. Eric hummed and nodded, looking over at Yeosang.

“So you gots two boyfriends like Yeji-Noona? That’s cool! Can I pet your puppy again, Hyung?”

Wooyoung went beet red, Yeosang blinked in surprise, stammering as Eric looked around, seemingly for Yunho. When he realized the mastiff was nowhere to be found, he pouted and turned on his heels.

“Aw…no Yuyu…that's too bad he would've been a cool Arcanine!” He toddled off, seemingly bouncing back from the heartbreak of Yunho’s absence fairly quickly, if the way he took off towards Changbin and Yeiji as they sipped on brightly colored drinks made to look like lab experiments.

“WOAH YOU LOOK SO COOL-”

The two men stood in silence for a moment before looking at one another.

Both were cherry red.

Yeosang didn't make any flustered denials to the child.

Wooyoung didn't correct him, either.

Both men seemed to realize this, if the way they shifted from foot before opening their mouth in unison was anything to go by.

“I-”

“Do you-”

They stopped instantly, peering at one another before Wooyoung coughed and shied more.

“I'm gonna head to the bathroom.”

And there he went, his tail swaying with every step as he maneuvered through people. Yeosang rubbed his neck and shied, clearing his throat and looking around.

Chan, Changbin, and Yeji were entertaining the children a ways away from him.

Soobin and Yeonjun appeared to be in a deep conversation about modeling prospects.

And San was….

“Seriously, you look really good. Are you sure you don't want to buy us a drink and chat more?”

San looked flustered, glancing between a group of three women who clearly were not afraid of the interest in their eyes.

“No thank you, I have a partner already.”

“And~? She left you all alone at this party looking like that? Clearly she doesn't know the catch she's got in front of her.”

San smiled politely, though there was the telltale pull in his eyebrow that Yeosang could read clear with the rest of his body language.

Confusion. Perplexion. Damn near panic.

He found his feet carrying him without a thought, the bodies in the room mere blurs as he took step after step, eyes fixed on San.

“I think I should go-”

“Aw, but we're having fun teasing you~ Surely one night won't be the worst thing, right?”

“There you are, darling. I've been looking for you.”

San perked, turning his head and finding Yeosang standing just past the crescent the three women had mad around San. They all blinked in surprise, but Yeosang stared past him, eyes locked onto San’s.

“I went to get us a drink but it looks like you wandered off while I was being indecisive. Can we choose together?” He extended his hand to him, waiting.

San moved instantly, lacing their fingers together and clearing his throat.

“Sorry about that, Sangie. Let's go.” He let Yeosang take his hand, pressing flush against him and quickly ejecting himself from the area.

Yeosang didn’t let his hand go instantly, instead giving him a reassuring squeeze and pulling him to the table that had various juices and sodas laid out for people to take on their own.

San looked at their hands, gently squeezing back as he followed the outline of Yeosang’s tone arm all the way up past his shoulder and to the back of his head.

He was tense.

“Thank you…I have a hard time being rude to people and I’ve never…had that happen to me before…” He rubbed his arm. The folks back in Namhae didn’t look on him too fondly after he’d been outed to the entire village. San wasn’t going to go into it right now, though. Yeosang probably wasn’t interested in his life like that anyway-

“It’s not rude. They made you uncomfortable.” His tone was on the more even side, his jaw set firmly before he sighed a bit harsher through his nose and looked at San.

“....do you want that drink now? Are you sure you’re okay?” He inquired. San blushed slightly, nodding before he glanced down between them.

They were still holding hands.

Yeosang realized where his line of sight had gone and quickly let go, clearing his throat and turning towards the table.

“Banana Milk….ramune, sikye, citron tea, cola,McCol-”

“Tea…I’d like the citron tea, please.” San politely pointed and smiled in thanks when Yeosang handed him over the prepackaged tea that had been sitting in a tub of ice along with the other drinks.

“Ah, I found you. I knew making those ears neon colors would come in handy.”

The two turned and found Wooyoung standing victoriously with his hands on his hips, smiling from ear to ear at them. San-and Yeosang’s-shoulders both relaxed as the man sauntered over, draping himself over both of their shoulders and glancing at the table.

“Anything good?”

“There’s Cola, but it’s not your favorite brand.” Yeosang muttered, broadening his stance so Wooyoung wouldn’t fall. The man pouted a bit before shrugging and grabbing a can.

“It’ll work. Are you two having fun?” He inquired. Yeosang pursed his lips and San shifted from foot to foot.

“Some women were saying some really uncomfortable and flirtatious things to me a second ago but Yeosang got me the hell out of there. Thank you again, I really appreciate it.” San sent Yeosang a grateful look and the man cleared his throat, flustered.

“I-”

“Who was it?”

Both heads snapped over to Wooyoung, an air of annoyance and rage dripping off of him. They glanced at one another before shaking their heads in unison.

“Wooyoung, my baby, it’s okay. Really, it’s over.” San rubbed his shoulder encouragingly.

Yeosang shook his head.

“It was shameless but I got him out of there. Don’t let it ruin your night.” He told him softly, the tightness in his jaw loosening the moment he saw how pissed Wooyoung had gotten.

The man narrowed his eyes before straightening his back.

“There’s music playing. Let’s go dancing. See if anyone wants to try some shit now that I’m here.”

Yeosang’s smile faltered. Oh…it made sense, that Wooyoung would make it know that San was his and his alone. He hated his brain, though, unable to shake the disappointment of being left here to dry while the two danced-

Oh, oh that’s Wooyoung’s hand in his.

Oh, there they go, both of them getting dragged to the dancefloor with Wooyoung leading the charge, marching to the beat of his own drum.

Yeosang stumbled for but a moment before he caught his balance, following Wooyoung. San recovered quickly, too, smiling so brightly, his eyes disappeared into joyful crescents, his dimples deep and pronounced.

“The music is good, cmon boys. Can’t have anyone else getting bold with my two favorite boys, right?” Wooyoung grinned, moving with the music as if it were a song he’d heard time and time again. San and Yeosang looked flustered, but the former recovered first, dancing with Wooyoung amongst the small crowd of party goers that had gathered on the dancefloor at the center of the hall.

Wooyoung noticed Yeosang hadn’t budged a minute into his mini dance session and made a point to twirl over to him, his tail spinning along with him before he settled with his hands around his best friend’s shoulders, sending him an inviting smile.

“C’mon Sangie. I know you can dance. You’re one of the best I know.” He swayed with him, hips moving in a near hypnotic fashion.

Yeosang wondered if this was going to be the end of him. Right here, in the middle of a dancefloor on Halloween. In front of his best friend and his best friend’s boyfriend.

Yeosang looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder at San, but just like all of the previous times he’d found himself unconsciously doing so, he was only met with San’s gentle, inviting features.

A gentle smile, a step closer, his hands on Wooyoung’s hips, dancing intimately, yet respectfully (they did have three little ones scurrying around…somewhere).

He never seemed to hold any…uncomfortable or self conscious air around Yeosang, even during times like these.

So…Yeosang finally put some of his apprehension aside, and just…went with the music.

His fingers brushed against San’s as he held Wooyoung’s waist, eyes locking with him while they danced, moving to the rhythm. A brilliant smile stretched across Wooyoung’s face as he continued to dance, alternating between facing Yeosang and facing San.

“Mmm, the three of them are getting along well.” Chaerin muttered over her glass of sparkling cider, watching the way Wooyoung brought both her son and the soft spoken dog trainer they had met the other day out of their respective shells.

“Looks like it. Hope it goes well.” Jiyong chimed in, watching as his daughter learned some Kpop dance with the help of Yeonjun and Yeji.

The party lasted longer than expected, with no incidents past the initial trio of women trying to romance San. San and co stayed behind long after the party-goers had left, making sure the place was tidy and carrying the little ones out to Chaerin’s car.

Yeosang yawned, taking a look at his watch and grunting at the ‘12:50am’ staring back at him. He was impressed they stayed up so late, but wondered if him staying out for so long was wise in it’s own right.

He’d had a pretty consistent sleep schedule and by this time usually, he would have been asleep. The way he nodded off was a dead giveaway for Wooyoung, and he gently nudged San.

“Sangie is all tired.” He whispered, smiling as Yeosang let out another yawn.

“Should head home…”Yeosang rubbed his eye and Wooyoung laughed gently.

“How about you come back to our place, I help you with the makeup, and you crash there? It’s kind of late and you look like you’re going to fall asleep standing.” Wooyoung teased him. Yeosang opened his mouth like he was going to refute the statement but inevitably he nodded, simply following them to Wooyoung’s car after waving goodbye to everyone else.

The ride back to Wooyoung and San’s home was quiet, the silence padded out only with the sounds of the vehicle in motion and Yeosang snoring in the back seat.

Wooyoung held San’s hand as he drove, thumb brushing along his knuckles. Neither filled the silence with conversation, only each other’s presence, while occasionally smiling to one another or laughing softly when Yeosang’s snores got a bit louder than usual.

By time they’d arrived home, Yeosang was in a deep sleep, and not even San bending to pick him up bridal style roused him. Wooyoung looked at them, head tilted.

“A buff bunny and a buff cat, mm?”

“Fanasize later, I don’t want him to catch a cold.” San lightly scolded, hustling over to the door. Wooyoung moved ahead, passing him to unlock the door.

“Take him to the guest room. I’ll be there in a second, I just need to get some things.”

San nodded, carrying Yeosang down the hall to the aforementioned room. He stood in the center of the room holding him, however, when he realized the small conundrum he was in.

Was he to…just put him in bed? It was inappropriate to change him, right?

“Oh sweetheart, you look flustered.”

San looked over his shoulder at Wooyoung as the man pulled back the covers.

“I'll leave some clothes aside for him and he can change into them if he wakes up in the middle of the night.” he calmly instructed, removing Yeosang’s shoes as San passed with him.

“You really are overworking yourself, mmm?” He tutted, watching as his friend didn't rouse in the slightest with all the movements and jostling of San carrying him.

Once he was in bed, Wooyoung pulled the blankets up his chest, taking out some of the makeup wipes he’d brought with him and meticulously taking off the makeup he’d applied to Yeosang.

He hovered over him, hands steady and breath fanning over his face as he made sure every bit was gone. San leaned against the doorframe, quietly watching the two with his arms crossed.

“Sleep well, you little hardass. I can’t have you collapsing from exhaustion, y’know.” Wooyoung murmured, reaching to grab the small rag he’d brought in along with the wipes. It was in a small bowl of warm water and once he wrang it out, he returned to Yeosang’s face, gently washing it with the warm rag.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open part ways through the pampering, half lidded and unfocused with sleep as Wooyoung hovered over him, cupping his cheek.

He looked up, meeting Wooyoung’s gaze.

“Hey sleepy head. You up?” The younger man whispered. Yeosang made a noise akin to a grunt in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, pressing his cheek into his hand, nuzzling. Wooyoung exhaled softly, kissing his forehead and guiding his head back to the center of the pillow.

“Right, of course. Good night, darling.” he muttered, standing and taking the items out, leaving with San as the two spoke in hushed tones.

Yeosang slept on, until he felt the call of nature tugging at him an hour later. His brows furrowed and he sat up, rubbing his eye and looking around the room.

He found the pile of clothes sitting at the foot of the bed and blushed, realizing someone carried him in.

Wooyoung was strong, but he was almost certain it would have been San, if anyone.

Yeosang’s heart squeezed, a flutter of something making him shiver at the thought of San carrying him.

Has he finally lost it? What’s gotten into him?

Shaking his head, Yeosang grabbed the clothes, changing and making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. He knew Wooyoung’s home like the back of his hand. Guest room was furthest from the stairs while the bathroom was across the hall from the Master bedr-

“N-nn wait, slow down-”

Yeosang blinked, hand pausing on the door handle of the bathroom, looking at the closed door to his best friend’s room. It took all of two seconds for him to realize what was happening beyond, and he felt his heart nearly tumble roll down his chest.

He should probably go, he was sure this wasn’t appropriate for him to be watching-

“Pretty baby. Did it feel good? Having Yeosangie come to your rescue? Holding your hand? It felt nice having both of your hands on me. Wah~ Sannie, are you paying attention?”

Yeosang’s eyes grew. He turned and stared at the door, as if the longer he did, he could see inside. It was Wooyoung, clear as day.

What on Earth….?

“H-hot…nn it was hot I liked it-Ah! Fuck, right there please!”

Yeosang thought it was silly, all the media he’d consumed in his life mentioning pinching in order to make sure one was not dreaming, but he suddenly understood the sentiment as he heard San’s moans increase in volume before suddenly they were muffled.

Beyond the door, Wooyoung covered his mouth, eyes narrowed in delight at the way San trembled below him, his rabbit ears still situated on his ears, albeit a bit haphazardly. He couldn’t settle on where his gaze would stay, switching between watching his flustered face, and watching the way his cock slid in and out of the country man. He practically purred at the way San clenched, desperate to keep him from slipping out of him.

Wooyoung rolled his hips, speeding up as he growled sweet nothings and filth into dimly let room.

“You look so pretty like this, darling. All splayed out, taking cock like the cute little rabbit I made you into. I wanna share this sight with Yeosang, y’know.”

“Please, Wooyoung. I c-can’t take it-”

“You can, baby. I know it. Look at how excited you are, gripping me tighter every time I thrust in. Do you think Yeosangie would take his time with you? Or would he claim you, make sure those chicks from the party know exactly who you belong to?” he shuddered, having to adjust himself before his desire got ahead of him and he ended up accidentally pulling out.

Wooyoung moved his hand away from San’s mouth, running his fingers down San’s throat, admiring the little bites he had placed all over the tanned canvas.

“You’re so pretty, baby. You wear my love bites well. I wonder how many Yeosangie would leave on you if we told him how we felt. He does have such pretty canines~”

San clenched, back arching as he held onto Wooyoung’s wrist, grinding down to meet Wooyoung half way with each thrust.

Outside, Yeosang stared at the door slack jawed, his heart beating nearly out of his chest as he heard the two have sex, his name being dropped quite liberally between the two of them as they got closer and closer to their collective climax.

He startled into focus and quietly made his way downstairs to the guest bathroom, eyes wide as the situation rolled around in his mind.

His best friend, and the man he’d been in love with for years had been having sex with his boyfriend, and both of them had tossed his name around in the bedroom.

Yeosang stood over the sink after he washed his hands, staring at his reflection for a moment before he peeked out of the bathroom, straining his ears to see if the men were still going at it.

Both of them were quite energetic…were they the types who preferred to go for multiple rounds?

Yeosang blushed and shook his head, trying to knock the inappropriate thoughts out of his head.

He quietly made his way back upstairs, casting a sidelong glance at the master bedroom as he passed.

He could hear muffled talking, thought it wasn’t nearly as loud and clear as it had been before. Perhaps they’d settled down. The dog trainer found himself staring at the door for much longer than he’d intended to, fidgeting for a moment before he quickly made his way back down to the guest room, the small part in his brain that was afraid of the door spontaneously opening while he was there carrying his feet much faster than they had been going before.

Inside the room, however, Wooyoung lay with his arms draped around San, exchanging slow, languid kisses and tired smiles.

“You alright? Do you need any water or anything? You were a lot more vocal tonight than usual when you’re bottoming~” he teased. San hid his face in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, his face hot with embarrassment.

“‘M fine.”

Wooyoung grinned and pressed a kiss to his head, closing his eyes and nuzzling him. His brain was full of domestic and warm thoughts of what he’d make tomorrow morning, something to see his two favorite men smile.

Before he could settle on breakfast, he felt the tug of sleep dragging him under. Somewhere, in his tired haze, he could have sworn he heard the faint creak of a door opening and closing.

Must have been more tired than he thought. Probably nothing.

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November 1st

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“Yeosangie~ Darling~”

Yeosang’s eyes opened in an instant, with him startling for a brief moment when he realized he wasn’t in his home. It took him a few moments still for everything to flood back into his mind, clicking into place.

The party, the women hitting on San, his hand in his, their hands on Wooyoung-

Wooyoung growling his name into the air as he and San made love and the pleased purrs he’d gotten in response.

Yeosang blushed, felt his blood rushing even through his sleep addled brain, when suddenly the door opened and a blur of furr entered.

A pair of cocoa brown eyes stared at him and he looked up in surprise as Yunho sat at the end of the guest bed.

“How did you-”

“I woke up really early and figured your baby missed you so I got up before sunrise and went to your house to bring Yuyu here. I took him for a walk and cleaned up already, so don’t worry! I’m making breakfast for everyone so take your time and rest more if you need to do so. You were dead asleep when San brought you in so sleep more if you need to, baby.” Wooyoung stood in the doorway, speaking to him in what can only be considered a ‘sweetheart’s voice’.

Yeosang blushed slightly and nodded, watching as Wooyoung turned and walked away after that, leaving the door cracked so Yunho could come and go as he pleased.

Yunho glanced at his master, tail wagging as he subtly scooched closer, lowering his head for pets. He got them as Yeosang continued to gather his bearings.

Once he did and begun to make his way down to the kitchen, he was met with San at the stove, stirring something with his bare back to him. Yeosang felt ridiculous at the way his eyes instantly locked onto the telltale bites he could see at the sides of his neck.

“You’re so pretty, baby. You wear my love bites well. I wonder how many Yeosangie would leave on you if we told him how we felt. He does have such pretty canines~”

Yeosang found himself unconsciously licking at his canines, blushing once he realized what he was doing moments later. His eyes drifted down to San’s ass, a pair of nefarious sweatpants hiding the true shape of it from view, unlike the outfit from yesterday Wooyoung had put him in.

“G-good morning, San.”

San perked and turned around, sending him a dazzling smile, though Yeosang could see a clear dusting of pink across his cheekbones as he cleared his throat.

“Good morning. How did you sleep? Are my clothes comfy? We’re around the same size so I wanted to grab something comfortable.”

Yeosang looked down at his own attire, nodding once. So it was San’s clothes they’d given him.

“It’s comfortable. Thank you.” He muttered, looking back at the ex farm hand. San smiled at him and turned back around to the stove, seemingly fine with Yeosang seeing him half nude like he was.

Then again, they were moaning for him last night, it was seeming less and less likely for them to actually mind him seeing them in any state of undress.

“Ah, both of my babies are here, perfect. One of you come taste my cake.”

Wooyoung cut into a small, flan-shaped cake, and the two watched as warm chocolate oozed out of it, much to his delight. San put a hand on his hip, sending him a gentle, good natured, yet exasperated look.

“We’re supposed to have dessert after we eat.”

Yeosang walked over despite the pout on Wooyoung’s face. The move seemed to make him perk in delight. He smiled at his friend, moving to hand him the dessert fork.

Yeosang grabbed his wrist, instead.

He wanted to blame his actions on sleep. On the grogginess of his mind with all the emotions swirling around him.

The man could unpack that later. For now, he leaned in, lips closing along the prongs of the fork and almost agonizingly slow, pulling the slice of cake off of it, a dribble of chocolate running down his bottom of his lip.

Wooyoung, for his credit, stayed still, looking into Yeosang’s eyes with a smile on his face.

“How is it you make a mess even when I’m holding the fork?” He teased, moving his hand up to wipe the chocolate off with his thumb.

Deciding to press a bit more, Yeosang flicked his tongue out, licking him in the process and licking off the chocolate as soon as Wooyoung’s hand got close enough.

“You know I’m a messy eater.”

Wooyoung looked slightly taken aback, blinking owlishly, his hand stuttering uselessly midair before he brought it down, shyly searching Yeosang’s face.

Without a doubt, his mind went somewhere southward.

“Alright, messy eating or no, no one needs to go spoiling their appetite by eating chocolate before the actual bulk of breakfast.” San scolded, turning the stove off and pointing his cooking chopsticks over to the duo.

“We already fed Yunho, you two go sit down and no more chocolate until you eat breakfast.” He lectured, going into the cabinet to get bowls. Wooyoung glances at Yeosang, curiously searching his face and body language before he put the lava cake on a heated plate in the center of the table, moving to help San with distributing breakfast.

Yeosang sat down, pulling his hair back into a low ponytail so his bangs were out of his face, watching the two move about subtly.

Whereas San had plenty of skin to show this morning, Wooyoung was in an overgrown t shirt and pj pants, his neck also littered with bites and marks, along with the faint lines of nail marks Yeosang could see thanks to the ill fitted shirt whenever it shifted to show more of his back and shoulders.

Yeosang found himself picking up on everything now that he was actually looking for it. Wooyoung had always been the touchy feely type of man, but Yeosang found San also touching him a lot as they got everything situated on the table.

A brush against his arm as he leaned over to set a cup of tea down, a graze across his shoulders in passing, his hand touching his back as he rested it there to ask how much of what he wanted for side dishes.

The two of them touched him as much as they touched each other and he found his mind wandering easily.

“Okay, everyone eat up and enjoy~” Wooyoung encouraged, eagerly digging in. San and Yeosang followed suit, with the three of them eating in comfortable silence.

Yeosang only wished his mind would be as quiet as his mouth.

Instead, it kept bringing him back to what he’d heard. What he’d seen. It made him think back to past behaviors, have the two of then honesty been seeing him in this light, or had it been some kind of…one off roleplay?

“Your brows are furrowing, Sangie. You alright?” Wooyoung voice called his mind into focus and he looked up. He’d been sitting with his chopsticks hovering near his mouth, zoned out. He blinked. Once, twice, before clearing his throat.

“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” he apologized and both of their expressions soured.

“Is there anything we can help with?” San offered. Wooyoung pursed his lips, leaning on the table to eye him closely.

“I saw your eye bags when I washed your face last night. You’re not sleeping well, do you want us to make you dinner so you don’t have to stay up cooking after training? Or deliver it to you for lunch?” He spoke a mile a minute while San nodded from beside him, rubbing his thigh and staring at Yeosang.

….fuck it, right?

“I would like that, actually.”

The two of them blinked, seemingly not expecting him actually to take the offer. It took only a moment before they nodded, chattering quickly to themselves.

“San, darling, I think I can come up with a nutritional meal plan for the next three weeks and we can alternate lunches and dinners and work around our schedules at the kitchen to make this work.” Wooyoung murmured, tapping his chin. San nodded, smiling as he looked over at Yeosang.

“Just let me know what your favorite foods are, and I’ll do my best, okay? I still have plenty of garlic that's ready for use, I just hope you don’t get tired of it in the dishes…” He trailed off, tapping his chin. Yeosang spoke softly.

“I don’t think that will be a problem.” He gently offered. The two of them looked at each other before grinning.

“Great!”

Yeosang would be the first to admit he was often too aloof for his own good when it came to anything not regarding his trainees.

However, when he focused, his mind and eyes were as sharp as they came.

When San and Wooyoung would stop by to see him training, eyes fixed on his every move, perking as he gave orders to both dog and human trainees, he noticed.

When they stopped by the bookstore on his days in and would occasionally peer at him while pretending they were engrossed in a book they hadn’t turned the page of in five minutes, he noticed.

When Wooyoung would plop down halfway in his lap after bringing over dinner and San would put his arm over the back of the couch, fingers gently touching the nape of Yeosang’s neck every time he stretched his arm, he noticed.

The way their eyes followed him on days their friend group had time off to work out in the gym Chan, Changbin, and Soobin worked in, he noticed.

And here, with Wooyoung’s arms crossed as he stared Lee down, eyes narrowed as an unamused look settled on his face, hostility rolling off of him in quiet waves while San stood at his side, lips pursed, displeasure on his face, Yeosang noticed. Lee didn’t back down, narrowing his own gaze right back at him.

“I don’t know why it is you two always pop up when I’m trying to talk to him, but it’s getting on my nerves, if I can be brutally honest. Who even are you two? His friends? That’s kind of toxic. Can’t you see I’m trying to talk to him privately?” Lee glared and San slightly put his body between Wooyoung and the man, seeing Wooyoung perk in agitation.

“We’re sorry-”

“No, the fuck we are not.”

San cleared his throat. “-but we’re just trying to keep Yeosang on schedule.”

Lee looked at him incredulously.

“By cock blocking him? Unless the two of you are his boyfriends, why are you so up his ass huh? Not a dog in sight and yet here you are every other day, pining after him like a bunch of school girls. Don’t you feel embarrassed?”

Even San took offense this time, his brows twitching and his lips pursing.

Wooyoung grit his teeth, pushing past him and opening his mouth to tear into Lee when a loud, resounding bark startled the three of them (and the pomeranian in Lee’s arms).

Their attention turned to the left, finding Yeosang’s quiet, yet angered gaze fixed in their direction with Yunho standing on giard, eyes fixed on them and tail straight up, alert. Wooyoung looked away first. Lee puffed his chest up and huffed.

“Oh good, you’re here. These guys picked a fight with me and-”

“Everyone is dismissed today. Lee, I will be speaking to you before our next class, so be there early. San, Wooyoung, come.” Yeosang jutted his chin towards the door and turned on his heel, not waiting for any response from any of the men. Lee blinked in surprise, seemingly baffled that he was getting scolded while Wooyoung and San sent him a sidelong glare before falling in line behind Yeosang.

They walked all the way to Yeosang’s house, in a tense silence that made the men feel more and more like they were kids in trouble.

San squeezed Wooyoung’s hand, watching Yeosang’s back as he walked ahead with Yunho right at his side. Wooyoung glared at the sidewalk, face flush with embarrassed.

They didnt pick a fight…mostly. They simply…stopped him from bullshitting. That’s all.

….maybe it was a bit fight-picky.

But also fuck him, he was trying to slink up and steal Yeosang.

Wooyoung’s head tumble rolled in agitation. Yeosang wasn’t his, but he was his best friend and at the very least he would be damned if he let some sleazy asshole slink in and-

“Wooyoung. San.”

Both of them perked, looking up as Yeosang opened the door to his home. They came inside, avoiding his gaze and toeing their shoes off.

Wooyoung took a deep breath once the front door was closed and locked up.

“I wasn’t picking a fight with him, I just don’t fucking like him.”

San rubbed his arm. He didn’t seem to have any explanation for his side. Yeosang stared at the two of them for a long while, crossing his arms.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“Because! He’s fucking weird.”

His eyes narrowed at his friend and his boyfriend, face betraying none of the thoughts in his head.

“And?”

“And he’s always flirting with you and that’s so inappropriate and fuck him, Yeosang.” Wooyoung hissed. San rubbed his back.

“Maybe we should calm down a bit-”

“I don’t very much think either of you would appreciate me fucking him.”

The silence that stretched between the three of them was palpable. Yunho looked up at the men before making a gruff noise in the back of his throat and disappearing deeper into the home, seemingly sensing this was not a conversation his presence was needed for.

San went beet red and Wooyoung nearly choked. Yeosang looked from either man and then dropped his arms.

None of this really had a ‘smooth’ way of transitioning into conversation wise, did it?

“You both are sexually attracted to me, right? And Lee’s constant flirting bothers you?”

He didn’t think their eyes could grow any wider. If it weren’t for the severity of the situation, he might have broken face and laughed at the expressions on their faces.

“We…Yeosang-” San tried to recover first but ended up stumbling, his eyes darting all across Yeosang’s face, seemingly searching for disgust or anger in the man’s expression.

On the contrary, Yeosang’s face was a perfect poker-worthy one as he looked at them both. Wooyoung shifted from foot to foot, stammering before he tightened his jaw.

Well, if it’s all going to go down in flames, it might as well have some fireworks, right?

“I have been in love with you for years. If this is how it comes out, I’d like you to get that one part right, please. I am not just sexually attracted to you. I have been in love with you for as long as I can actually remember, thank you very much.”

Yeosang’s expression finally shifted, brows going up in surprise before he looked to San.

“I…s’pose you could say I’ve gotten sweet for ya, too. It’s not just a physical thing, I swear it-”

Yeosang moved to stand in front of them both, looking for any signs of deception, but of course, there was none. Just the understandably panicked expressions of the two men in front of him.

“Is it going to be a problem, Yeosang?” Wooyoung quietly asked, his voice much softer than his normal tone was. Yeosang shook his head and let out a shaky laugh.

“No, it makes it easier for me, actually.”

Wooyoung blinked and felt the cogs in his mind grind to a stop when Yeosang cupped his face. His eyes grew once more and his lips parted as he looked up at him.

“Is it okay? Can I finally kiss you instead of wishing I could?” He spoke softly himself and Wooyoung found himself nodding numbly, closing his eyes when Yeosang leaned in.

He was grateful for both Yeosang and San, in all honestly. Had they not have been there, he was sure his knees would have given out and he would have folded the moment he felt lips against his own.

Yeosang put an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, subconsciously keeping him from backing away and falling. When they broke the kiss, Wooyoung touched his lips, stunned into silence. Yeosang glanced beside them at the deer-in-headlights expression on San.

“Come on. We might as well lay all of our emotions on the table tonight so we’re not misunderstanding, right?”

San moved without needing to be told twice, leaning in and initiating the kiss with Yeosang, cupping the back of his neck with a callused hand, kneading and squeezing. Yeosang softly groaned, his free hand finding its way to San’s hip, now touching both of them, keeping the three of them tethered.

When the kiss broke, Yeosang hummed and smiled softly, as if a weight had been lifted.

“Well, that was a lot easier than expected.” he laughed, clearly the nerves he hadn’t been showing them before pouring out with his giggles.

“C’mon. We can eat the leftovers from dinner yesterday and talk.” he offered, moving into the home and leaving the couple stunned. Wooyoung glanced at San and the country man looked just as dumbfounded as he did.

They quickly recovered, darting deeper into the home and following behind Yeosang.

“S-so….this is….sudden….?” Wooyoung tried to sift around and figure out what had brought this on. Yeosang dipped into the fridge, passing them all a bottle of package tea before leaning on the counter in his kitchen.

“Halloween.”

They looked back at him in confusion.

“H…alloween?” San parroted.

“You two were having sex and talking about me.”

This time, Yeosang did laugh at the comical way both of them tensed, eyes wide as they stared at him. Wooyoung was the one to stutter through the response first.

“Y-You were awake-”

“I had to go to the bathroom and I overheard you both. And it made me think back. All the touches, gazes, the way you kiss my cheeks and my face, Wooyoung. The way you didn’t tell Eric he was wrong you with having ‘two boyfriends like Yeji’, the hostility towards Yeji…I started noticing, paying attention better. You both want me.”

They simply stared back, cheeks beet red, flushed and flustered. Yeosang could feel himself blushing too, his hands shaking more than his usual tremors could be blamed for. But, he had to continue. He had to proceed.

“So…I’ll ask you upfront with no uncertainty, no miscommunication, do you two of you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Holy fucking shit is this real-”/”Absoutely, yes.”

Wooyoung and San responded instantly. Yeosang blushed and cleared his throat, smiling softly despite the blush creeping all the way to his ears.

“It’s real, Wooyoung. That’s not a response, d-darling.” the term of endearment left his lips with a flustered stammer, though that didn’t seem to turn Wooyoung off. He smiled softly, seeming to recover much faster than the other two.

“A response? I’d love to call you both my boyfriend, darling. Is that better?” He inquired. Yeosang rolled his eyes, blushing slightly.

“Whatever, just help me with warming the things up so we can have dinner.”

The two of them moved instantly, and Yeosang realized fairly quickly, they were a dangerous duo.

Suddenly he was treated to kisses to his jaw as Wooyoung passed, San’s calloused hands on his hips and his chest to his back when he turned to the counter to slice some fresh fruit for dessert, hands combing through his fluffy blonde locks, roaming over his arms and the chuckles that came after the goosebumps.

They were going to be the end of him. He was sure of it.

Even when he sat down to enjoy tv and unwind with….his new boyfriends (he was going to have to get used to that), he found that Wooyoung was a lot more devious when he wasn’t holding back.

He had plopped down with Yeosang in the middle. He grabbed his hand, squeezing and holding it, tracing his fingers over his knuckles, running his thumb along the outline of the veins. San sat on the other side of him, head on his shoulder, seemingly already relaxed and acclimated to the new dynamic, his body tucked under the blanket that had been on the couch.

Wooyoung’s hand found its way to his thigh eventually, kneading him like a cat as he pressed kisses along the right side of his neck, smiling at every little groan and gasp that had left his lips when he did.

“You’re n-not watching the tv-”

“I’m not.” Wooyoung affirmed, squeezing his thigh even more, purring at him. Yeosang looked at him, heart thrumming in his chest. Wooyoung met his gaze and smiled softly.

“Want me to stop?”

Yeosang glanced down, his excitement had manifested itself clear as day.

“...we should probably move to a more comfortable room.” was the response. San perked from beside them and sat up, the drowsiness that was in his body suddenly gone.

Yeosang stood first, hissing at the telltale throbbing between his legs, and took the first step towards his room.

Wooyoung and San were right behind him, and from the occasional bump into furniture and the sound of kissing, he could tell they had already started behind him. He opened the door to his room, turning and hooking his fingers into the waistband of their pants, pushing them both to the bed.

“You two are insatiable.” He muttered, though he didn’t seem to mind when San turned, running a hand up the underside of his shirt, feeling his abs up before kissing him.

“Can you really blame me when Wooyoung is our boyfriend? You’ll understand soon enough.” he chuckled against his lips before coaxing him into a deeper kiss. Yeosang groaned softly, pressing back and kissing him enthusiastically, though he choked when he felt the cool air of the room touch his dick.

His eyes dropped down towards the bed, flustered as Wooyoung grabbed him, stroking him slowly while pressing kisses up the length.

“Just give me a moment. Poor baby~ Must’ve been cold, mm?” He inquired, alternating between stroking fast and slow, a victorious smile stretching across his face.

San knelt down beside him, kissing and nibbling at his abdomen.

“H-How long…mmm…how long have you two wanted to do this with me?” Yeosang inquired. Wooyoung looked up at him, responding only by sinking down on his cock, holding his gaze. Yeosang growled, fingers twitching as Wooyoung slowly bobbed his head.

San glanced beside him and then tutted.

“Good luck focusing. He’s really greedy, y’know.” He moved around behind Yeosang, taking his hands and pinning them lightly behind his back, pressing against him. Yeosang didn’t tense, in face he leaned back in his grip, using the other man as a crutch while they both watched Wooyoung bob his head, working his way lower and lower.

“W-Wooyoung-” Yeosang moaned, thighs flexing as the man sunk lower, kneading and fondling his thighs before reaching to cup the back of them. It was to ground himself as he pulled himself forward, bobbing his head faster to take him deeper down his throat.

“Can I touch you more, too?” San murmured into his ear, his free hand running over Yeosang’s arm. He nodded, shuddering as the lewd noises coming from between his legs from Wooyoung increased in volume.

Wooyoung was making quite the mess, spittle running down his chin as he worked to take Yeosang further down his throat, eyelids fluttering closed despite his occasional gags. San ran his hand down Yeosang’s chest, fingers brushing over his nipples and smiling when he heard the sharp inhale come from him.

“Here? Does it feel good?” He whispered, lips trailing over the shell of his ear, circling his nipple teasingly before lightly pinching, his dimples appearing when he drew a shuddering “fuck, yes” from the older man.

“Can you promise to keep your hands here so I can use both of mine on you?” San coaxed, his cock undeniably hard against Yeosang’s ass as he flexed his fingers along his wrists. Yeosang nodded, deciding to let the two of them explore his body however they liked.

San gently removed his hand from his wrists, turning his head to the side to kiss him languidly, pressing his bare chest to Yeosang’s back.

Yeosang grabbed his own forearms as he kept his arms behind him, his body swaying as Wooyoung pulled his thighs, making him thrust and hit the back of his throat. San fondled his pectorals, lightly raking blunt nails down his chest, pulling soft, raspy groans out of him.

“S-slow down, Wooyoung. You'll c-choke.” He stuttered, knees wobbling as Wooyoung looked up at him in defiance. He moved his hands from Yeosang’s thighs and cupped his balls with one, grabbing the base with the other as he pumped him in time with the bobs of his heaf, his eyes dark and focused.

San looked over his shoulder, eyes half lidded as he continued teasing Yeosang’s nipples and chest.

“There's no stopping him when he has that look in his eye.” San let out a faux sigh, though Yeosang was in no condition to respond to him, his breathing increasing in frequency until he was panting, grabbing his arms so tightly it left indents in his arms.

“W-Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung eagerly swallowed every drop of cum, a pleased spark of chaos in his eye as he pulled up with a slow, lewd ‘pop’.

“I've been wanting to do that for years, my love.”

Yeosang opened his mouth to say something, but it fell short when San's callused hand reached around, stroking his messy cock as he spoke to Wooyoung, his satoori dripping into his speech.

“You’re still hard. Have you been pent up, Yeosang-ah? Mmm? When was the last time you got to let it out?” He inquired, nibbling and kissing the soft spot behind his ear. Yeosang’s knees buckled and he slipped from his grip, thankfully landing on the bed.

Wooyoung sat up and pulled him closer, kissing him and sharing the taste of his release with him. Yeosang growled and kissed him feverishly, pushing him back and crawling on top of him.

Wooyoung purred and smiled devilishly at him, licking at his lips.

“Turn around for us, Yeosangie.”

Yeosang held his gaze for a long, heated moment, and nodded, turning around. He soon found out why when Wooyoung made himself comfortable, hugging him from behind as San knelt down to nuzzle Yeosang’s cock, looking up at him.

“Can I have it?”

God, these two are going to make him fall apart, aren’t they? This is how he was going to die.

Yeosang nodded, watching the smile that stretched over San’s face as he sat back on his haunches.

“Do you have lube?”

He blinked. His face went beet red and Wooyoung made a small noise behind him, clearly pouting.

“I will go to the store right fucking now”

“I-its in the drawer behind San.”

San moved in a flash, opening the drawer and shying when he saw a few…interesting toys in the drawer, as well.

“So you have toys, you just haven’t been using them?”

“I-I’ve been busy!”

Wooyoung reached down and stroked him, pouting against his ear.

“My poor baby….Our poor baby. We can fix it baby. Don’t worry, your pretty cock won’t be pent up by time we’re done with you.”

Yeosang’s heart thrummed in excitement as San came back, biting his lip.

“He’s kind of…big, isn’t he?” He mused, eyeing Yeosang’s cock. It throbbed in response, and he inhaled sharply. Wooyoung didn’t seem perturbed, squeezing his cock and thumbing the head, smearing spittle and precum over it shamelessly.

“Hung like a horse, yes. If you’re worried, I can go first. You can have my mouth.”

“Wooyoung, oh my god-”

Wooyoung grinned victoriously at the shy outburst, Yeosang’s lisp more pronounced. The two of them traded places and Wooyung got himself situated, putting a pillow under his own hips and perking his ass up high, going nearly cross eyed as San stood in front of him, his cock in his face. Wooyoung grabbed and stroked his cock, teasing his head with his tongue as San reached over him to pour the lube directly over his rim.

Yeosang watched the two of them, eyes fixated on Wooyoung’s hole as San pushed two fingers into him, purring praises above him as Wooyoung clenched around them.

“C’mon baby, make sure to loosen up for our Yeosangie. Be a good boy for him, yeah?” San purred, his hands steady as one worked him open and the other spread his cheek so Yeosang could see every lewd detail.

Wooyoung’s muffled moans went straight to his cock, the lube running down past his rim and down his balls as San gradually sped his fingers up, scissoring him open.

“Come closer, Sangie. Touch him, he loves having someone touch and caress him.” He purred, though he jolted and swore under his breath when Wooyoung swallowed hard around his cock.

Yeosang obeyed, coming closer and running his hands over Wooyoung’s thighs, up to the globes of his cheeks, and then moving down past his spine.

He gripped one of his shoulders, kneading the muscle there firmly as his cock sat flush against his ass.

“Good boy. Are you almost there? Is Sannie’s stretching you so good, isn’t he?” He purred, leaning in to kiss San, chasing his lips. Wooyoung whimpered below them, rolling his hips back to try and grind his ass on Yeosang.

When Wooyoung kissed him, Yeosang felt like it was a battle for who was controlling the kiss. One pushes, the other pushes back, it had years of repressed emotions in it, unleashed in a not so silent clash between the two.

When he and San kissed, the trainer felt the tentative feeling behind it, the cautious, yet eager exploration, feeling out the new man while leaving himself open for Yeosang to do the same.

Yeosang felt like a pervert for thinking it, but the two of them made him want to ruin them.

That would…probably be a conversation for a different night. Tonight had been more adventurous than Yeosang ever expected his sexual encounters to go already.

“H-Hurry, fuck, please hurry.” Wooyoung complained, popping his mouth off and whimpering. Yeosang broke the kiss with San and moved to slick himself up properly, looking down at him with an affectionate, quiet gaze.

Wooyoung looked back at him, giving his hips a shake.

“I love you.”

Yeosang held his waist with one hand, purring in gratitude at San for holding Wooyoung’s cheeks spread.

“I love you too.”

Finally sinking into Wooyoung nearly made him fall apart in an instant. The smaller man moaned loudly, clenching the blanket tight in his fist before he shuddered, back arched tight like a bow.

“You okay baby?” San whispered, gently kneading and massaging his cheeks. Wooyoung nodded and tried to move his hips desperately.

“Move, move, move please I need it.”

Yeosang slowly rolled his hips, grinding deep into him. San smiled when he heard the way Wooyoung sighed in delight, kneading his thighs and moaning for Yeosang.

The dog trainer reaffirmed his grip on his hips and set a deep, rhythmic pace, watching the way Wooyoung clung to San for dear life.

“R-right there nn like that, please, please-” He moaned looking up when San cupped his face, tilting his face up.

“Go on, tell me how good he feels. You’ve been waiting so long for him, tell us.” He encouraged, licking at his lips. Wooyoung shuddered, eyes fluttering as Yeosang began grinding faster, perking in interest.

“Cmon, Woo. Tell me. You had so much to say to San on Halloween. Let me hear it.” He reached between his legs stroking him as he kissed over his tattoo.

“Fuck! N-Nnn feels…fuck he feels so good I’ve wanted it for so long. S-Sannie he’s so good, y-you and him make me feel so fucking good I’m going to go nnn-mmm~!” Wooyoung’s babbling was cut short by a feverish kiss, San’s hand threaded in his hair, tugging his head back as he kissed him.

Yeosang watched the two of them, not realizing he’d left finger-sized indents on his hips as he sped up, rocking the bed as he thrusted faster into him.

“Good. T-that’s good baby, I hear you. I’m sorry for making you wait. Hold onto Sannie. Let him ground you.” He spread his knees apart, hooking his hands around Wooyoung’s thighs, pulling him back to meet his powerful thrusts. Wooyoung cried out and shuddered, mouth falling open, eyes unfocused as Yeosang’s cock pressed even deeper.

“Yes! Yes, please, please nn hold me S-San fuck, ah!” Wooyoung clung to him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. San smiled, looking over at Yeosang, holding his gaze.

“D-don’t think I’m leaving you out. You mm…can have my mouth, o-okay? I’m not as good as-fuck, don’t clench like that-mmmm…fuck, I’m not as good as Wooyoung but I can t-tryyyy oh fuck-” Yeosang grit his teeth, brows furrowed as Wooyoung moved his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Yeosang’s cock, eager to milk another orgasm out of him.

“You don’t have to be Wooyoung. You just have to be you. You’re my boyfriend, too.” San let Wooyoung lean on him and scooted forward, pinning him between the two of them before kissing Yeosang, this time with a more claiming urgency in them.

“Your mouth feels good as it is. Just…mm like you are~” he smiled.

Yeosang shuddered, though he stilled when Wooyoung tugged at his hand, shakily muttering a ‘w-wait-’ under his breath. He paused instantly, panting like a wild animal before he looked at Wooyoung in confusion.

“D-Did I hurt you?” He inquired. Wooyoung shook his head.

“Mmm, no baby, I just want to ride you.”

Yeosang felt his heart skip. He moved around to lie down, holding Wooyoung steady as he came over to straddle him, knees at either side of his hips. He purred, running his hands over Yeosang’s body.

“Much better. Now you and I can both share Sannie’s cock. He’s been such a good kitten for us, right?” He grinned. Yeosang panted and pressed into him, groaning and letting his head fall back, licking his lips.

“I mm…seem to remember him being a rabbit.”

Wooyoung sat fully, grinding his hips in a circle.

“He certainly fucks like one, isn’t that right, Sannie?” He purred, grinding and bouncing on his cock after getting his bearings. San scooted closer, standing beside them and yelping when the two childhood friends yanked him closer, each with a hand on his thigh.

Yeosang leaned in first, gently rubbing his cheek along the heated length of San’s dick, nuzzling before he slowly looked up at him, eyes dark with newly unlocked want. San swallowed thickly, biting his lip when Yeosang took an experimental lick. He held his gaze and continued his licks, eventually turning into kisses that lasted longer, and longer, until he wrapped his lips around the crown of his cock.

San shuddered, seeing Wooyoung grin wildly, his hands splayed across Yeosang’s abs, riding him at his own pace. The bed creaked and shook, though it held firm while Yeosang closed his eyes, slowly bobbing his head. He took his time, realizing he wouldn’t be able to slide San fully down his throat quite yet. San didn’t rush him, instead drawling sweet nothings to the two of them, his and finding a place on the back of Yeosang’s head.

Not pushing, just grounding himself.

Wooyoung purred and bent down, his chest flush against Yeosang’s, as he licked around the seal of his lips, looking up at San before leaving messy tongue kisses to the length of San’s cock Yeosang couldn’t fit, his ass still slapping against Yeosang’s thighs to the beat of some unheard song.

The two city boys alternated between Yeosang blowing San and Wooyoung doing so, then both of them sharing a sloppy kiss with the head of San’s cock between their lips.

All of it was…nearly desperate, uncoordinated, yet the most electrifying situation any of them had been through.

The climax was, by all intents and purposes, messy.

Both Wooyoung and Yeosang panted, their faces covered in San’s cum. Wooyoung sat firmly, having milked Yeosang’s second orgasm out, a pleased shudder running up and down his spine before he made a mess of Yeosang’s abdomen, a few pearls of cum even landing on his chest.

The three took a bit longer than they were each used to to focus back on reality. When they did, Wooyoung let out a tired laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

“There we mm…go. Holy shit if I knew that was going to go so well, I would have asked you to be our boyfriend sooner.” He chuckled. Yeosang ran a hand through his hair and laughed tiredly.

“I…I don’t think it would have quite gone the same without all of the lead up but sure.”

San blushed and leaned down to gently move Yeosang’s bangs out of his face, kissing at his birthmark.

“T-Thank you. I’m sorry I made such a mess of you two. I-I’m sorry, where is the bathroom, I should clean ya up and-”

Yeosang pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up with a quiet, deep claim. When he finally broke the kiss, he purred, smiling softly.

“Let’s take it easy. One step then the other. We can clean up with a shower, change the sheets, and we’ll be okay.” he smiled and looked over at Wooyoung, smiling at the adoring look in his eyes as he quietly ran his hands over Yeosang’s abdomen.

“Yeah, let’s do that and hurry back. I want Yeosang in the middle tonight.” He suggested, slowly raising his hips and groaning at the mess that spilled from him. Yeosang went beet red and picked him up, arms flexing.

“Y-You should have stayed there, y-you’re gonna make a mess!”

“You can always put it back inside of me~”

“Shut the f-”

The two bickered as Yeosang rushed him down the hall, a chuckling San following right behind them.

It took a while to make sure everyone-namely Wooyoung-was clean and it was made no easier in part because of the roaming hands-again, Wooyoung- but once the trio had returned and changed the sheets, they climbed back inside, situating themselves with Yeosang in the middle, his arm around Wooyoung and San’s leg tossed around his waist.

It was…comfortable, warm. And in a weird way, the three of them slotted together like puzzle pieces. Yeosang felt gentle nibbles to his neck and glanced over at San, surprised that he found him tiredly biting and kissing him.

“San?”

“Mm…didn’t leave enough…mm…marks….”He trailed off, clearly nodding off. Yeosang smiled and closed his eyes, lifting his neck up. Wooyoung seemed to get the message, too, and both of them began to gently kiss and nibble at his neck.

The door opened a crack on its own, and moments later, there was the sound of audible hiffles. Yeosang glanced up and found a pair of familiar eyes staring at him. He laughed tiredly.

“Yes, Yunho. Coast is clear. Sleep.”

The three shared tired chuckles as the bear of a dog climbed up, situating himself at the foot of the bed.

After one last round of gentle kisses, the three fell into a comfortable night’s rest, the first one of many.

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November 26th

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“Happy birthday!”

Wooyoung smiled at the center of the table, his cheeks hurting from how much he had been smiling. San finished lighting the candles on the cake before him. Yeosang shifted from foot, anxiety reading clear on his face.

The cake before them was something he and San had come together to make without Wooyoung’s help. Both of them were worried, but Yeosang more than him.

He wasn’t…the greatest cook and he certainly couldn’t touch Wooyoung’s cooking.

Eric, Gahyeon, and Jongho peeked up from the other side of the table, wiggling in their seats as Wooyoung blew his candles out.

The was met with a series of clapping and cheers. Chaerin came over cut the cake, taking her time and handing Wooyoung the first slice of his chocolate hazelnut cake.

They waited in anticipation while he nibbled.

Then his eyes lit up, sparkling.

“It’s so good!”

The two let out a relieved sigh, exchanging kisses and a smile.

“We did it! It’s not horrible!”

Wooyoung smiled and beckoned them closer, kissing each of them, grateful for their effort. They were surrounded by their friends and a few coworkers, and the moment the cake was cut, the music began to play, a light, whimsical atmosphere falling over the dining room.

Two hours later, when the festivities died down, Jongho made his way over to Wooyoung, face covered in chocolate as he looked up, holding his dragon plushie close.

“Hyung? Did you make a wish on your candle?” he inquired softly. Wooyoung blinked, having been in the middle of condensing his presents into as few boxes and bags as possible. He blushed and rubbed his head.

“Yeah.”

Jongho rocked back and forth on his heels.

“What did you wish for?” He inquired.

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, finding San petting Yunho, ruffling his fur before he stood up straight and grinned at Yeosang, kissing him before motioning to something for Yeosang to help him with in the kitchen. Wooyoung exhaled softly and stood, his hands on his hips.

“For my love to find it’s way home. I think I got what I wished for long before I blew out those candles, though.” He ruffled Jongho’s hair and walked away, smiling from ear to ear.

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Chapter47: Epilogue Katsu settles in in Azuchi. Plus kittens.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

Azuchi, Six weeks later…

The maids were going to kill me. Having been one myself, I understood the frustration of someone dripping mud across a freshly cleaned floor. But even though I left my mucky geta at the entry, there was no way to stop the rest of my clothing from scattering dirty water all the way down the corridor.

“You should just let Katsuko decide.” Though I’d intended to go change into dry clothes, I ended up halting by the door to Mitsuhide’s office area when I heard Toshiie’s voice.

What is this all about?

Before I could hide behind the door to eavesdrop, Mitsuhide called out. “I hear you out there, Brat, you might as well come in.”

As I entered, both took in my barefoot and soaked appearance with varying levels of concern (Toshiie) and amusement (Mitsuhide). I sighed. “Yes. My horse dumped me in a puddle again. Yes, in front of Nobunaga.”

On the bright side it had been after the afternoon of negotiations with a contingent of Nanban merchants, so at least I hadn’t spent the day messy and uncomfortable. Far from being insulted that one of his entourage had suffered an embarrassing splat, Nobunaga had been amused by the whole thing. Though he was still an imposing authority figure, and a stern boss, I suspected that below all that was an inner troll.

Mitsuhide took off his socks and passed them to me.

“Funny. That horse never does that to Ieyasu.” Toshiie’s comment confirmed to me that Ieyasu had continued to secretly ride her on the days where I was occupied with my duties as Nobunaga’s translator.

Eager to move the conversation away from my latest riding mishap, I turned to Toshiie. “What are you doing here?”

Usually at this time of day, he was in Ieyasu’s manor, while the two spent the afternoons exchanging medical knowledge. Now looking much more like the brother I remembered, he’d been enthusiastically training in feudal medicine. To everyone’s surprise, Ieyasu appeared not only to tolerate his company, but actually enjoy it.

Immediately Toshiie clammed up, looking furtive. Mitsuhide simply raised his eyebrow. Oh. Another romantic gesture was incoming. Mitsuhide had taken to love bombing me with just-because gifts. The gestures were always thoughtful, though occasionally embarrassingly timed, such as when he had Keiji perform a K-pop ballad in the middle of a banquet. (“How did you remember all the lyrics and teach it to him?” “I have my ways.”)

Hm. I would get nothing out of Toshiie with Mitsuhide around – I would have to privately interrogate my brother later.

“Come over here – I haven’t seen my darling fiancée all day.” Mitsuhide patted a spot on the floor next to him. I was soaked and muddy, but… details. If Mitsuhide wanted to be covered with ambient muck, who was I to stop him? After kissing me thoroughly (much to Toshiie’s embarrassment) Mitsuhide easily switched to business mode. “Was your day a success?”

“Yes to the negotiation, no to the drawing.” Before leaving modern Japan, I had printed out a screencap of Father Slappy Hands, and Mai had tried to draw him wearing period appropriate costume. I’d taken the drawing with me to show it to the Nanban merchants, but none of them recognized him. Nor had I been able to locate Francisco to question him about the man (or the gun). He was still playing least-in-sight, and his business had been shuttered all winter.

Removing the drawing from the leather tube that had protected it when I splashed down, I unrolled it and showed it to Toshiie. “Do you remember this guy?” It was unlikely he would recognize the man who had spied on the gymnastics meet. It had been nearly fifteen years and Toshiie only had him on camera for a few seconds. So I was surprised when Toshiie said, “Nuno da Guerra. Why is he dressed as a missionary?”

Mitsuhide pulled our original screencap out of his desk and passed it to Toshiie. “Same man?”

Toshiie squinted at it. “Could be. What is this about?”

“He attacked us in Sakai. Once when we were investigating a slave auctions, and then a couple weeks after that.” At my selective edit (Toshiie did not need to know exactly how I had been investigating that) Mitsuhide raised his eyebrow, but let the omission go. “How do you know him?”

“I don’t know much about him at all. He would sometimes visit the herbalist.” Toshiie gave a bit of a shrug. “But… there are rumors that he’s bringing in opium from Goa.”

“That would certainly be a deviation from history.” A new voice came from the ceiling, then a moment later, Sasuke popped into the room with a graceful flip.”

“Dear me. Are you at all aware of a concept called… a door?” Mitsuhide gestured to his rifle, which was within reaching distance. “One of these days someone is going to hear you scrabbling around up there, shoot first, then question later.”

“If I ever made enough noise to, um, scrabble, Kenshin would skewer me before I lever left Kasugayama.” Sasuke turned and bowed to Toshiie. “Greetings and salutations. I take it you are Katsu’s brother.” He raised his hand in a Vulcan salute.

Since Sasuke’s greeting had only served to confuse Toshiie, I introduced the two of them and explained the future connection.

“Before this conversation can degenerate into a litany of modern Japanese cultural touchstones-,” MItsuhide’s eyebrow raise was in full force, “will you please expand on what it is you were talking about when you so charmingly… dropped in.”

Sasuke pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Historically, Japan never had the type of … issue… with opium that the Chinese empire did. Although its use medicinally dates from this period, it was rarely used recreationally, and by the nineteenth century the Tokugawa shogunate proactively banned it. Therefore, a foreign merchant attempting to disseminate it as a drug in this era, could theoretically do a fair amount of damage to a culture that has not been inoculated by China’s bad example.” Having dropped that lecture on us, Sasuke turned to Toshiie. “Did I hear you say you were working with the one and only Tokugawa Ieyasu? Would you mind if I accompanied you back? I’m eager to hear your impressions of that man.”

Seeming bemused by the torrent of words, Toshiie simply nodded.

“Wait, Sasuke. Were you just in the ceiling to spy?” Seemed like a rather large risk, especially when he could easily have just walked in through the entry.

“Ah. It escaped my mind when I heard him mention Ieyasu.” Sasuke dug a letter out of his kimono. “Yoshimoto sent this.”

Moving quickly, I grabbed the letter before Mitsuhide could confiscate it. “Thanks, Sasuke.”

He and Toshiie were already on their way out, with Sasuke eagerly listing his favorite Ieyasu accomplishments.

“It’s probably for both of us,” I said to Mitsuhide, hoping to prevent a sarcastic-

“Ah yes. Of course. I am accustomed to receiving love letters from a resident of Kasugayama.” He pulled me closer to him. “Hm, you are indeed quite damp.”

“There’s a thing called rain that you may have heard about.” Then, because I doubted he would let me leave with an unopened letter, I unsealed it and held it up so that we could both read it. “Save you the trouble of stealing it later.”

“Pity. I quite enjoy your attempts to ransom back your belongings.” He rested his chin on my shoulder and began narrating the letter. “’Dear Katsuko.’ Hrm. Inauspicious beginning. I would think you’d rate a darling at least.”

“If you’re going to snark all the way through this-“

“I make no promises.”

Sigh.

“I hope this letter finds you well. Thank you for the letter you sent via Sasuke. I shall cherish it always.” Mitsuhide tapped my forehead with his finger. “You wrote to him?”

“He did see me go over the wall. I thought he at least deserved to know that I survived… and deserved thanks for helping me out.” I elbowed him. “May I finish or are you going to continue to be a yandere about it.”

“Carry on.” He tickled the back of my neck. “He may have a paper from you, but I have the real thing.”

“’I am relieved to know that you survived your journeys through time, and if you are indeed settled in Azuchi, I wish for all your happiness. However, be assured there will always be a place for you wherever I am.’”

Hm, maybe I shouldn’t have let Mitsuhide read over my shoulder after all.

Luckily for the sake of peace in our relationship, Yoshimoto’s letter quickly switched gears to catch us up on politics. “You maybe be aware that Yoshiaki has entered a Buddhist temple. He will not be leaving it, as he recently suffered a brain storm that has left him rather incapacitated.”

Brain storm? Stroke? Yoshiaki was a little young for that, although I supposed it was possible.

“I thought that might occur.” MItsuhide sounded a bit… disappointed. “Although I do wish that could be confirmed.” Ok, not disappointed. Suspicious.

“As for your young friends, Sho and Hiko, they have settled in nicely at Kasugayama. Hiko has been all but adopted by Kanetsugu, who prizes education and has a school in the city. Our lovely flower Sho has a string of lovelorn vassals following her every step, although she does seem to prefer arguing with Yukimura. Shingen and I are amused by how easily they annoy each other. Meanwhile, I have returned to my passionate patronage of the arts. Come the Spring, I do believe I shall make the journey to Azuchi in order to explore the wares of your local artisans. I hope to encounter you then. Yoshimoto.”

“Is he warning us of an attack on Azuchi in the Spring? Or does he really plan to go shopping?” With Yoshimoto, it could go either way.

“I suspect the latter. Kenshin may be battle crazy, but he prefers to fight in a more open territory. Terrorizing civilians is not his style.” Mitsuhide made a move to confiscate the letter again, but I quickly folded it up. “It’s rather disappointing he wasn’t specific on the timing of his travel plans, in order for me to ensure you and I are elsewhere.”

I decided to ignore that bait. If we got into an argument, I never would get to the bathhouse, and I had become more uncomfortably damp as the afternoon wore on. A hot bath, and then maybe I could convince Mitsuhide to make an early night of… drat.

A long discussion of any of the things we had just learned had to wait. I’d forgotten that Mai had arranged the often-threatened “double date” for this evening. True, I liked Mai and Hideyoshi, and a meal cooked by Masamune was almost enough to make me forget my preference for a quiet night in. But given the already late hour, I rushed through my clean up, then had to press Mitsuhide into service to help me control my hair.

“Are you sure it’s going to stay?” I gently touched the series of knots behind my head, all held in place by a mass of hairsticks, including my beloved bellflower lockpicks.

He placed his hand on his heart. “I am devestated to hear you question my abilities as a hairstylist. It will last as long as it needs to last.”

With that cryptic statement, he led me into Hideyoshi’s manor… where I discovered that the hairstyle was meant to last until I bowed, at which point, the structural integrity disintegrated, gravity took over, and everything landed on the floor in a clatter of hairsticks. I cleared my bangs from my vision in time to see Hideyoshi wince.

Yep, I had already heard his opinions of how an employee of the Oda ought to look in public. It was similar to his opinions on running in the hallway, allowing Nobunaga to purchase a large quantity of konpieto in Saiki (as if I could have stopped him), and general tardiness.

To his credit, aside from flinching, Hideyoshi easily moved things along, becoming a perfect dinner host. Though Mai was the only one of us who had ever been on a double date, the evening proceeded smoothly enough, especially when Mitsuhide brought up Yoshiaki’s reported illness and the conversation turned to politics.

It was nice to be able to sit back in a relaxed setting and watch Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide interact. Though on the surface, Mitsuhide subjected Hideyoshi to as much teasing as he did me, I could see there was deep respect and admiration between the two of them. I recalled Mai mentioning that Mitsuhide only teased when he was serious, and I mentally amended that to the fact that he only teased where he loved.

Yep, his love language was snark.

As I continued to watch the two of them, Mitsuhide’s expression radiating relaxation and contentment, even as he good naturedly disagreed with something Hideyoshi had said, I realized that contentment was mirrored inside myself. I … was … happy. It was unexpected. Though I had spent most of my life running from unhappiness and my mother’s example, I had never run toward happiness. Instead, I’d had a hard-fought equilibrium, a balanced life that I enjoyed, and I’d been fine with my lot.

But this all was new. And… lovely.

Catching my gaze… and the direction of my thoughts, Mitsuhide smiled at me. “Happy?”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine anything that would make this moment better.” If I could have frozen everything in time, I might have chosen this exact point.

Although Mai did have a suggestion that was intriguing. “Mitsunari and a basket of kittens.”

“Ok, that might just-“

“No.” Her voice was full of wonder and amusement. “Mitsunari has a basket of kittens.” She sighed and gestured to a point behind me.

I turned and… Mitsunari stood at the door, holding a basket of kittens. A little grey one had already escaped containment and was climbing his arm.

@($^()*!(&*^

“My response was perfectly normal given the situation. He had a basket of kittens.” I took one of the hoodies I had smuggled back to the Sengoku and used it to create a makeshift bed for the new feline members of our household – Hawkeye and Natasha.

It turned out that Toshiie’s ‘secret’ meeting with Mitsuhide had been to determine which kitten I might like. They’d decided to let me choose for myself, hence Mitsunari’s sudden appearance (he’d gotten the message confused) with his cat’s recently weaned offspring. “Thank you for the gift. It was very thoughtful.”

I stood up and gave him a kiss.

“To be clear, the gift was the cats themselves, and not the man holding them.” He picked up Natasha, tickled her grey striped fur, then held her against his chest. “Until I saw you and Mai melt that way, I had not realized that women become that weak when presented with the sight of a man holding a miniature cat.” He set the other kitten on his shoulder then smirked at me.

It didn’t have quite the effect that Mitsunari had, but he looked handsome none the less, especially when he tapped his finger over his sensual lips.

“A basket of kittens. Not that he held onto that that long.” Mitsunari’s attempt to keep the kittens in the basket had met with certain failure, resulting in seven furry bullets ricocheting all over Hideyoshi’s quarters. By the time the five of us managed to round them all up, the double date was well and truly over.

Mitsuhide seemed to have ‘the touch’ with them, and he settled them onto the hoodie. They instantly curled into each other, and dropped into sleep. “Tomorrow, I’ll introduce them to Chimaki and ensure she understands they are friends. But for now…” He turned, scooped me up, and carried me to our own bed (he seemed to like doing that, and I was getting used to it). “I believe we should follow their example.”

In moments, we had created our own ‘cuddle puddle,’ our arms and legs entangled. “The fact that you remembered I still miss my old cat. It was… I’m…” Too many words struggled for supremacy. This was beyond happiness.

“I know.” He pushed my hair out of my eyes. “I remember every moment of that night. The best and the worst parts of it. I wanted to love you slowly and thoroughly, but I told myself that was not something I could have. Still… there was a part of me that pretended it was the first night of many. That we would return to Azuchi together, I would find a cat for you, and you would-“

“Give you everything. I have. And I will.” No more words were needed. He made good on his promise and began to make love to me, slowly, tenderly, taking time to assuage both of our needs, rocking against me as gently as a boat rode upon the waves.

Maybe it had been a longer route to get here… but we had made it.

The tenth thing I hate about Mitsuhide. The fact that everything about him makes it impossible to avoid loving him.

Coda: Sasuke

“Status update?” Aki, still looking frail and slightly feverish, settled behind the massive European style desk in his office.

Sasuke considered telling his part-time employer to take a few days off, but he settled for handing the man a bottle of antibiotics stolen from the hospital pharmacy. Though Aki had wanted to return to the Sengoku era immediately, Sasuke and Kayten convinced him to wait at least a week to ensure his infection would not recur. Instead, they had used the prototype to laterally jump to Sasuke and Kayten’s primary timeline, where at least the police (not to mention Shingen and their alternates) could not follow.

Now, after very little rest, the three were in the modern version of Aki’s manor in the Togakushi mountains, trying piece together the strands of the known timelines. While Aki was often out of communication range, as he hopped around the multiverse, he usually had let them know where he was going. The trips to 1578 and 1586 had been unplanned, leaving Kayten and Sasuke scrambling to not only manage the timelines, but also search for Aki.

“To borrow a phrase, would you prefer hearing good news or bad news?” Sasuke did at least like to prepare people first.

In this case, though, Kayten was clearly feeling less polite and her hiss of frustration suggested she didn’t appreciate his attempt to soften the blow. “One of the Katsukos was executed.”

A harsh way to put it, but Sasuke remembered the look on Kayten’s face when they arrived in timeline G a few days after her alternate had been put to death. He’d never wanted to see that look again.

Aki closed his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, he said (in Sasuke’s opinion) the worst thing possible. “And Hikosane?”

“He’s fine. Dad. Adopted by one of Nobunaga’s vassals.” She got to her feet, glaring at them both under a fringe of violet bangs. “I know there’s a bunch of us… versions of myself scattered across the multiverse … maybe to you, it doesn’t matter if one of us dies. But it feels like little pieces of me are being chipped away.” For a moment it looked like she was about to say more, perhaps even include Sasuke in her blast of anger. But instead, she simply left the room, without even a slammed door to punctuate her outburst.

Unsure of whether to try to comfort his friend or continue to keep Aki company, Sasuke stayed frozen in indecision.

“She’s wrong.” Aki’s voice was so quiet, Sasuke might have thought he imagined it. “I lost them both once, and my response to that almost destroyed the multiverse.”

Coming next winter… As Yuki Likes It

Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Bodyguard? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan, and she’s found a certain satisfaction working for Akihira. Then an accidental encounter with an alternate timeline gives her a glimpse of a blissful future with a handsome grey-eyed warlord.

To ensure that future for herself, Katsu accepts a mission guiding a young prince and princess to Kasugayama. But a series of betrayals endangers that mission, and only by accepting the escort of Sanada Yukimura do they have any chance of reaching their destination. Meanwhile, Katsu’s wish for that once-glimpsed future is tested by her growing friendship with Yukimura. Not that it matters, as Yukimura is fascinated by the beautiful Princess Shohime… a girl already betrothed to the Dragon of Echigo.

Only time can sort out this entanglement of mismatched lovers. And time… is the one thing that is quickly running out.

… Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's As You Like It

Excerpt

I handed Shohime my arrows, knowing her aim was nearly as good as mine. “You know what to do.” I nudged her toward the cover of trees. “Wait… give you your shawl.”

While she and Hikosane vanished in the undergrowth, I pulled my hair out of the braid, and wrapped her shawl around my shoulders. It would fool no one at close range, but hopefully I could lead our attackers out of the area until the Kanamori vassals could bring reinforcements.

Then I leaped on my horse, and making as much noise as I could, cantered out to the crossroads, where the mercenaries were still searching for us. Moonlight wasn’t fast, but in this mountainous territory, a surefooted horse was more valuable anyway. To ensure I had their attention, I shrieked in fear, then took off through the trees.

Behind me, I could hear the pounding of hoofbeats, and the occasional yelps as one of the ronin got too personal with a low-hanging branch. Taking a meandering path, I zig-zagged through the area, until I was sure the men behind me were thoroughly lost.

After that, it was simply a matter of finding my way back to the others. I love it when a plan comes togeth-

In the midst of my anachronistic celebration, I heard another horse behind me. “Hey! Stop!”

Yeah, that would be a big old no. I spurred Moonlight into action again, but this pursuer was a bit more competent than the others, and no matter how sharply I turned, I could not lose him.

Plan B.

I cut back around, across his path, and took Moonlight directly toward a puddle of water. As expected, as soon as her feet got wet, she reared up, and dumped me off.

Shit, this is going to hurt.

I thudded to the ground, rolled, and, as the rider approached, I pulled Shohime’s shawl over my face, pretending to be overcome with terror. Whoever wanted to kidnap her would be surprised to discover they had the wrong girl, but the longer I could string this out, the better chance I had to learn why he wanted her. As footsteps reached the spot where I had ‘fallen’ off my horse, I added a couple of theatrical sobs.

“Ah… geez. Don’t cry. Are you hurt?”

The voice was vaguely familiar. I risked peeking up at the man who was raking his hands through his hair in frustration… Sasuke’s friend? Yuki? What did Yuki want with the Princess? And how could I make his life a misery for grabbing me instead?

Another story has come to an end, and it's always hard for me to say goodbye to the characters - that snarky kitsune just worms his way into the soul, doesn't he? We will of course see these characters again in other longfics, and I'm actually in a few weeks going to do a follower celebration here, with one of the options being "suggest or vote" on a scene to go with a fic in the Katsuverse.

As you can see, Yukimura will be our next hero in longfic #4, and, despite the angsty coda of this story, I'm hoping it will be heavier on the comedy side (more in tone to Mitsunari's story than Shingen's).

Until then, I want to once again thank everyone who read this story, whether you were a Unicorn commenter, or left a comment sometimes or just quietly came in to read. I'm so grateful for everyone - I love this community, both here and on Ao3.

In the meanwhile, as I try to get Yuki's story written, I'll be bringing back a throwback Thursday fic, so starting in April, keep a lookout for A Mitsunari Night's Dream.

@lorei-writes @bestbryn @lyds323 @tele86 @akitsuneswife @selenacosmic

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lattefanficcafe · 2 years

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Twisted Wonderland Anya Like MC Faints Because Of Magicam Monsters

Spoilers for Halloween event!

Diasomnia members know about Anya Like MC’s power here!

You thought that your first Halloween in Twisted Wonderland would be fun.

It was your first time celebrating Halloween actually.

You had your very own dragon costume like Lilia and Malleus.

First day of Halloween week was so much fun for you.

But…

When magicam monsters showed up…

You weren’t sure anymore.

You sure attracted those magicam freaks with your cuteness.

They thought that a photo of you would bring lots of likes.

A huge crow was surrounding you wherever you go.

Those freaks made you feel uncomfortable.

As a telepath you weren’t on good terms with crowds.

Especially very crowded ones…

You tried to bear with it.

Your father Lilia and Malleus was busy with the Ramshackle attraction. So you were with your big brother Silver and Sebek, checking the situation in the other attractions.

“Those magicam monsters… Everyone is literally suffering because of them.”

“Hmph! Lowly humans..!”

“MC hates them too.”

“Don’t worry little lady! I will protect you from those lowly human beings!”

Then you suddenly heard a loud rumble behind you.

“Oh my god! Look at that girl!”

“Is she a NRC student too?!”

“She looks so young though. Is she a prodigy?!”

“I need to take a photo with her!”

“Hey! I saw her first! I will take a photo with her first!”

“That photo would get thousands of likes!”

Oh no…Magicam monsters.

Unfortunately before you could run away they already surrounded you with cellphones in their hands.

“Big brother! Sebek! Save me!”

Sebek and Silver tried their best to take you away from the crowd but they failed.

“You lowly humans! Leave little lady alone!”

Sebek was about to take out his magipen when Silver stopped him.

“We are not allowed to hurt them Sebek.”

“But little lady..!”

“We have to find another way. And your magic can harm MC in this crowd. So it’s not a safe option.”

You started to feel dizzy from all of the peoples thoughts.

It was so noisy and disturbing for you.

Your nose started to bleed and you felt sick.

When Silver and Sebek managed to get you out of the crowd you were about to faint.

“MC! You are bleeding!”

“Big brother…. MC doesn’t feel so good.”

Silver used a napkin to cover your nose and carried you.

“Sebek we need to get her to infirmary.”

“Yes! Quickly!”

You fainted in Silver’s arms when he was carrying you to infirmary.

When you opened your eyes you found yourself in one of the infirmary beds.

Your family was sitting beside you with a worried expression on their faces.

“MC! Thanks seven you are awake!”

“Chi chi…”

It was the first time you saw Lilia’s face like that. You could tell that he was worried sick for you.

“MC is okay now chi chi! It doesn’t hurt anywhere.”

“I am so glad that you are okay.”

“Little lady I apologize! I failed to protect you from those magicam monsters!”

“But big brother and you saved MC from them! MC would be in worse condition if you didn’t. Thank you big brother! Thank you Sebek!”

“Little lady… I won’t let you down in the future!”

“MC… we were really worried when you lost your consciousness. Did they do something to you?”

“Not at all big brother. But… their thoughts was so loud and noisy. MC couldn’t handle it.”

“I see. So your nose bleed as a side effect?”

“Yup.”

“So that’s what happened huh… Those magicam monsters… How bold of them to mess with my daughter.”(I will make them suffer. Peace won’t be an option.)

(Chi chi can be really scary…)”Um… Chi chi. Where is Tsunotarou?”

“He is in a meeting with the headmaster and all other dorm leaders. He is also worried about you a lot so he promised that he will come to visit you once the meeting is over.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to go back to Diasomnia? Can you walk?”

“Yes. I want to go back to Diasomnia chi chi.”

“Very well. Let’s go everyone.”

Meanwhile in the meeting…:

“Principal Dire! Those Magicam monsters actually harmed a student! This is unacceptable!”

“Dorm Leader Rosehearts I know you are angry but-“

“Oh wow… Seriously? Are we just gonna ignore how those normies harass plus harms the students?”

“Wait… What did I miss? Who did they harm again?”

“MC fainted because of them Al-Asim-san.”

“Say what now?!”

“Uh… This meeting is pointless. We just need to punish them right? End of the discussion.”

“We certainly cannot do that Dorm Leader Kingscholar!”

“But they have no right to do that too. Maybe we should solve this with a contract.”

“No we can’t!”

“Principal Dire I understand that you are worried about the reputation of NRC. But are you really going to pretend that none of this happened.”

“Of course not! They made MC faint after all! And… Crewel would beat me to death if I ignore the fact that MC was harmed. He really adores her.”

“Dire Crowley… MC is my beloved friend. If you ignore the fact that she was harmed I think I could do something so much worse than that. And I think you would feel Lilia’s wrath as well and trust me it’s not a pretty sight. I hope I made myself clear.”

Silence filled the room. Surprisingly Idia was the one who broke this silence.

“Wow… Um… So technically if principal doesn’t do anything about it NRC might not exist anymore? Now that I think about it. Ortho always considered MC as his little sister so… we are lucky he hasn’t heard anything about this yet.”

“Maybe we should cancel the Halloween party…”

“No! MC looks forward to that party!”

“We shall make this party happen!”

And that is how dorm leaders came up with a genius plan of scaring Magicam monsters away.

You can be sure that Lilia and Malleus got your revenge.

And Lilia insisted you to stay in bed for a day.

You didn’t got bored in that day because you had lots of visitors such as Ortho.

“MC. I heard that you fainted! Are you okay?”

“I am okay big brother Ortho!”

“Your health data seems very good indeed! I am glad that you are okay! Don’t worry! My big brother and everyone else is scaring off those Magicam monsters! They won’t bother us again!”

You had lots of fun at the Halloween party.

Walking at the parade was your favorite part of it.

“Chi chi! MC loved Halloween!”

“Fufufu… I am glad that you enjoyed it!”

“Happy Halloween chi chi!”

“Happy Halloween my daughter.”

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absentia-if · 1 year

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For the headcanons, can we get the first letter of their names? Like K for K, M for M, etc.

Kade/Kara:

K = Kiss(Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

They are a good kisser, yes. Though kissing isn't something they actively think about liking or not, they definitely don't mind it and find it one of the easiest ways to showcase their affection for you. How often do they do it? They tend to bestow good morning cheek kisses every day, and a forehead kiss when they get home from work, with a bunch of other ones littered throughout, so it's truly up in the air.

Michael/Margot:

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Most definitely. They truly wish to get married and have everything that it entails. As for the ceremony? Or should I say ceremonies? The first would definitely be a low-key affair, meant for close friends and family, and the second one would be the definition of a Steele Family Event. Something that would more than likely happen at one of the Estates that the Steele Family owns (like in France or Ireland).

Blaine/Blaire:

B = Breath(What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

If you want the B answer-- if you surprise tackle them. That'll definitely knock the wind out of their lungs. If you want a different answer? Teasing/flirting with them will definitely cause their breath to catch at times. It just reminds them of how different things are now.

Wren/Wynn:

W = Wild Card(Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

When spending time with their nephew, Scott, W will dress up in Star Trek costumes. It's something they're super protective about when it comes to spending time with him, and it's something they don't let just anyone lose, so when the MC is first invited to do so? It's definitely a special moment. (Because the last person that was invited was Heather.)

Nicholas/Natalie:

N = Night out(What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

They really enjoy low-key nights. Not that a night on the town is completely out of the question, but a picnic underneath the stars, a hike in the forests of Aurora, or a day on the lake, is what they naturally gravitate towards. They'd try to go on them as much as they can because it combines their love for nature with their love for you.

#absentia #kade lewis #kara lewis #michael steele #margot steele #blaine ellis #blaire ellis #wren cassidy #wynn cassidy #nicholas paxton #natalie paxton #anonymous #asks #ask #ask game

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slashesotron · 2 years

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Let’s play a little game…

Through October and November, I’ll post a total of FOUR of these ballots- and you get to vote on what happens to poor Patchouli- or Atlas- next! 🩸

Welcome to the third annual Hurt My MC! Read on to see how this works, and to vote!

HOW TO PLAY

You MUST be 18+, NO EXCEPTIONS

Pick a character from the grid (Note - don’t choose between Patchouli and Atlas - see #5)

Pick prompts by NUMBER ONLY from the lists under the cut - This year, you can either pick ONE gore prompt and TWO kink prompts, or TWO gore prompts and NO kink prompts instead!

Reply to this post with your choice - For example, E-2-22-25 (gore & kink) or E-2-14 (gore only)

I use a random number generator to determine the winning prompt, flip a coin to decide which MC will be subjected to it, and draw!

Please only play once per ballot to keep things fair! If you’re worried about your main showing up in the notes, you can send me an anon with your vote- but please be sure to include what round it’s for.

PROMPT LIST UNDER THE CUT + image credits 💖

My prompt list is an amalgamation of several different ones because I like to keep things flexible- if one is yours, and you’d like it removed, please contact me!

I’ve included some OCs I love who belong to friends (who you’ve seen here before)! You can click on the character name for a profile! The ballot will change on round three, so keep that in mind!

▶ CHARACTER LIST - CHOOSE ONE

▶ LIST PROMPTS BY LETTER ONLY

A. Avery - Art by @quiescentlunacy

B. Shattered!Dondon

C. Juniper

D. Subject 701 / ‘Johnny’

E. Jacob Alden © @carnivorekitty

F. Avit © @beetle-drip

G. Esmee © @puppy-kitten

H. Claire © @holdmehurtme

I. The Executioner / Pyramid Head - Silent Hill / Dead By Daylight

J. Lawrence © Gatobob

K. Komodo & Dragon © Gatobob

L. Jak Harasi © @ffishstickks

▶ GORE PROMPTS

▶ LIST PROMPTS BY NUMBER ONLY

Cannibalism // Feast // Consensual gore

Bear trap // Teeth // The romantic full moon

Battle // Bones // Blood Bath

Bandages // Ow, my head // Reverse bear trap

Zombie // Skewered // Hunter becomes hunted

Sick // Ribcage // Surreal gore

Ritualistic Sacrifice // Excessive Gashes // Dark magic

Decapitation // The experiment // Impaled

Cuts / Lacerations // Under the skin // Segmentation

Stitches // Autopsy // Body modification

Execution / Mori // Mouth trauma // Keeping a trophy

CHAINSAW // The chase scene // Just like in the movies

Excessive blood // Barbed wire // Chest cavity

Is this a hallucination? // Father forgive me // Gunshot

Surgery // Amputation // Scars // It burns

It’s just a shadow // Body horror // The murder weapon

Rearranged // Extra Limbs / Eyes / Etc // Knife

Power tools // Torture // Dripping blood

Monster Form // Robotic Parts / Prosthetics // Arrows

A message on the glass // Monster-like features

Machines // Distorted Body / Broken Bone // Beaten

Bruises // Animal / beast wounds // Backstabbed

Medical treatment // Light from beneath // Nosebleed

Kill for me! // Possession / Corruption // Meat hook

▶ KINK PROMPTS

▶ LIST PROMPTS BY NUMBER ONLY

25. Degradation | Hair pulling

26. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Stockings

27. Creampie | Threesome

28. Role Reversal | Humiliation

29. Bondage | Wound fucking

30. Drool | Necrophilia

31. Power imbalance | Mirror Sex

32. Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs

33. Master/Slave | Masturbation

34. Uniforms | Glasses

35. Collaring | Stripping

36. Shotgunning | Seduction

37. Spit-roasting | Shibari

38. Cock Worship | Dacryphilia

39. Fucking Machine | Begging

40. Pet Play | Somnophilia

41. Licking | Costume

42. Against a wall | Toys

43. Sensory Deprivation | Face-Sitting

44. Knife Play | Object Insertion

45. Deep-Throating | Dirty talk

46. Shower/Bath | Fingers in mouth

47. Lingerie | Intercrural

48. Masks | Corset

49. Public | Cross-dressing

50. Gags | Omorashi

51. Teeth | Overstimulation

52. Formal Wear | Size Difference

53. Glory hole | Gun Play

54. Double+ Penetration | Handjobs

55. Biting | Spanking

56. Sadism/Masochism | Daddy

57. Fisting | Boot Worship

▶ Please make sure you have ONE LETTER and THREE NUMBERS if you're using gore & kink prompts! ▶ Please make sure you have ONE LETTER and TWO NUMBERS if you're ONLY using gore prompts! ▶ Gore & Kink prompts: Character - Gore prompt - Kink prompt 1 - Kink prompt 2 ▶ Gore prompts ONLY: Character - Gore prompt 1 - Gore prompt 2 ▶ Post them in this format: A-1-2-3 OR A-1-2 ▶ Thank you! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

#goretober #whumptober #guro #gore #btd #tpof #loverstrophy #murderoc #yandere #male yandere #hurt my mc #hmmc #hmmc voting ballot #hmmc 2022 #minors dni #unlisted age dni #dead dove do not eat

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takeachillpillshawty · 1 year

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Here's a part 2 with my personal headcannons.

A\n: these are headcannon these are not cannon to the story what so ever. Thanks

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Listens to Mitsuki

Loves spongebob, Mr. Crabs made him the man he is today.

Mentally ill gay theatre kid. # 2

When Azul was a first year he researched what people or humans find attractive, and poof! Octavinelle's dorm uniform. But, the funny thing about his glasses, he wore fake glasses to look smart ya know, that backfired quickly.

Jade: hmmm, I didn't know you wore glasses Azul.

Azul: oh, no they are for show. I'll have you know I have great eyesight!

Jade: okay....can you read that poster for me?

Azul:....ok.....

Jade: well?

Azul: ........Jade...don't laugh.

Jade grinning: yes.

Azul: the...the poster is blurry.

Jade: good to know. Booking you an eye appointment now.

Azul: please don't Floyd.

Jade told Floyd.

Floyd never let Azul live it down.

" So...You fucked up you eyes because you wanted to look cool? " " SHUT UP! GET BACK TO WORK! "

Probably sucked in his gut and looked in the mirror flexing his musles. Jade walked in many times.

Azul shirtless looking in the mirror: aww yes. Look at you, sexy. The hoes gonna love this.

Jade walking in: Azul, I got your laundry.

Azul putting his shirt on: GET THE FUCK OUT!

Was disgusted by somethings humans do, especially with their feet.

Probably got asked out for a joke. ( same man)

Leg cramps and toe stubs are the most painful thing he felt having human legs.

After his overbolt Yuu \ Yasty\ MC \ Y\N, being the person they are helped him with his body image.

Yuu(Yasty): Look Azul, you're a good looking guy.

Azul: but.

Yuu( Yasty): Azul let me show you something * pulls out phone*

Azul: what is that?

Yuu(Yasty): In my world, Like how you admire the Great Seven we have our own great seven. They are Sans, Nagito, The Onceler, Ingo, Black hat, Loki, and Bill.

Azul: A human in a suit, a skeleton, a triangle, another human- look what are you trying to say?

Yuu(Yasty): if people could find all of them attractive, there might be people who would find you attractive!

Azul: for my personality right?

Yuu(Yasty): for your overbolt form.

Azul: what. Why!

Yuu(Yasty): have you ever heard of the term, Monster fuckers?

Plays splatoon

C H U B B Y C H E E K S

Can't snap his fingers, how do you humans do it?!

Has fought Ruggie bare fist and knuckles during black friday deals. Update: he won, Jade got his potted mushroom and Floyd got his squishmellows.

Jade Leech

Play cookie run kingdom just for mushroom cookie, was jumping up and down like he won the lottery when mushroom cookie was announced for oven break. Azul and Floyd were low-key scared of his sudden out burst.

Has cursive writing, the one that looks like doctor writing.

Made Floyd and Azul remember the team rocket moto.

Octavinelle student running away from the tweels and Azul.

Student A: good I lost them.

Jade and Azul in team rocket attire.

Azul: prepare for trouble!

Jade: and make it double!

Azul: to protect the world from devastation!

Jade: to unite all people within our nation!

Azul: to denounce the evils of truth and love!

Jade: to extend our reach to the stars above!

Azul: Azul!

Jade: Jade!

Azul: team Octavinelle blast off at the speed of light!

Jade: Surrender now, or prepare to fight!

Floyd in a cat costume : Yeah, that's right!

Azul's therapist #1 ( number two is prefect-)

Also finds human things weird.

A mentally ill theatre kid questioning their sexuality.

Would purposely sneak up behind you and wait for you to turn around, then boom! Jade Jumpscare. Most people think he can teleport, No Jade just like scaring people.

Tried the " which twin is which" with student as a joke, at the end of the day he realise SOME people genuinely don't find a different between the two.

Floyd Leech

Menace, evil man, stinky boi. I love him.

Adhd

Due to his...nature he is banned from the following: every dorm except Diasomnia, Octavinelle, and sometimes Scarabia, school after hours, RSA, McDonald, the state of Florida, Ohio and Twitter.

Banned from playing his playlist on the Monstro lounge speakers, ( the daycare theme from fnaf security breach was funny the two times. PLEASE STOP.)

List of songs he's banned from playing: CPR, Squidward nose, cbat, any song from spattoon, never gonna give you up, world star, gansta paradise, the cursed howl moving castle theme, cpr x misery x Reese puff, baby shark, the lollipop song, welcome to the black parade, any heavy metal, Wii theme, the daycare theme, Monster Inc theme

Spelt his name wrong until he was 12, No Floyd just be cause phone sounds like an f when said doesn't mean your name starts with a P. Now stop spelling it as Ployd.

Low-key wanted a little brother or sister.

Man single handedly made Riddle write more rules for Floyd's bafoonary .

Has delayed reactions, like those babies who falls down takes a few minutes and cry.

Has terrible taste in food and clothing part 2. Got banned from Pomifoire for wearing crocks with socks, with tiger print tights and a Garfield t shirt. Vil died a bit that day.

Has one of the most intense patty cake fight? With Jade.

It was a sunny afternoon in Octavinelle and the tweets were bored business was slow, so that has a patty cake match.

Floyd: aww, common just one match for old time sake.

Jade: Floyd, you know how competitive we can be.

Floyd with puppy eyes: pleasssse.

Jade: fine, you start.

Jade and Floyd prepared their hands as Floyd started

Floyd : mama, mama, I feel sick call the doctor quick quick quick, sister fell down don't show a frown, she'll feel better, but if you laugh you might get a smack, starting right now.

They both kept the rythm, going faster. Not a single word said.

Azul curious walked in seeing the situation.

'Oh no' he thought as he looked at the intense match in front of him, the tweels while bodies frozen of that of a statue arms and hands kept moving at a alarming rate. Not even blinking.

Jamil, soon walked in: hey can I borrow.

Azul covered Jamil's mouth as he points at the twins.

Azul: they are linking their brain cells together for this match.

I will lose it if he doesn't have a Brooklyn or New Yorken accent in the English dub.

Throws a hissy fit if he doesn't get what he want.

Aail tired of Floyd's shit: WHAT IS THE JIGGLE JIGGLE SKIN?!

Floyd being a menace: glizzy~

Azul: that's it! Now I'm not giving it to you for that!

Floyd: give me it. NOW!

Azul: IM NOT GIVING IT TO YOU!

Floyd: you're gonna make me scream loud as fuck!

Azul: I GUESS I AM!

Floyd: grrrrr!

Azul: GET LOUDER!

Floyd: grRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!

Azul: I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOU SCREAM I'M NOT GIVING IT TO YOU!

Floyd: MEOW!MEOW! AAAAARGHAH!

Jade: * humming to the tune of No surprises while cleaning*

Bit someone.

Can contort his body to do weird shit. Imagine the bitch walking like that girl from the ring to you at full speed! God help you if he on the ceiling.

Kalim Al- Asim

Got to get it off my chest. He counts with his fingers.

Cries when doing math home work with Jamil.

Plays pokemon. Loves hau and hop.

Watched the Pokemon anime with Jade and Idia.

Can sleep through anything but Jamil just saying his name makes him jump out of bed.

Kid with Autism and ADHD.

Please don't sneak up on him, man got reflexes.

Floyd: hey sea otter-

Kalim thinking it's a kidnapper: * Flips Floyd over*

Floyd blinks a few times then cries.

Kalim: OH! GOSH! FLOYD! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!

Likes using specific forks and spoons when eating.

Jamil: here you go Kalim.

Kalim: ......

Jamil: What?

Kalim:.... The spoon.

Jamil: what.

Kalim: Jamil! You know I don't use the big spoons for pudding!

Jamil: Ohfortheloveof. Here.

Kamil: yesh!

Either has an accent or not.

ruggies wallet

Sings in the shower.

I love Kalim but he'd be that kid that would always wanted to show you something.

Kalim at a playground approaching Yuu\Y\N: Hey! Hey! Wanna see how fast I can go on the monkey bars?!

* goes on monkey bars and falls off*

Kalim running back: wanna see me do it again?

Squishy cheeks

Not affected by horror movies that much. Will vomit or pass out to gore movies.

Legit cried for five minutes knowing the man isn't real.

Jamil Viper

Help this man. Needs a break.

Has a " tired older brother and annoying little brother" dynamic with Kalim.

Shares cooking tips with Trey.

Has special incense for stress relief he burns in his room.

Drinks black coffee.

Repressed anger issues.

Tired McDonald's employee

" I'm not depressed, but if God says it's my time to go, its my time to go."

The dorm have a code for Jamil, for when there is a bug in a certain room of the dorm, because that bitch will burn all of scarabia down for a spider. ( I mean same)

Hates the " Is it cake?" Show. He can't look at regular food any more.

Doesn't want anyone in the kitchen when he's working.

Insomnia, due to the paranoia of keeping Kalim safe from assassins.

#twisted wonderland shitpost #jamil viper #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #scaramouche #octavinelle #kalim al asim

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elodiesultanim · 2 years

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Magnificent Century Kösem: costume appreciation

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crimswnred · 2 years

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How would li’s have met outside of the villa?

OK, so, since my bff @i-boop-you already answered a pretty similar ask for every s2 and s4 islander, I’m doing my favorites for this one.

TIM

Tim is a DJ, so I’m leaning towards they meeting during one of his gigs. So, I’m thinking maybe during a party? An uni party, to be specific. MC catches his eyes instantly, she is, with no doubt, the hottest girl there and they keep stealing glances at each other. We know Tim is anything but shy, so he WILL shoot his shot, making his way to her as soon as he can leave his booth or maybe nodding his head at her with that cocky smile that shows his dimples.

They flirt like that all night and you know that he’s leaving with her contacts. I think MC would give him her Instagram handle and they would be liking each other’s pics before him get to slid into her DMs (not longer than the end of the week, that’s for sure.) And finally, he would ask her on a date.

TALIA

Ok, so, Talia says she likes going to music shops and I headcanon her to be a vinyl kinda gal, you know? So, picture this:

Man, is raining and cold outside, you just found this little shop that sells some old and rare vinyls and you had to check it out. Plus, it will keep you safe as the world is ending outside. There’s not too many costumers and a really soft song is playing in the background.

You found a really rare vinyl of a band you just can’t get enough off. You went to the band’s concerts, have signed shirts, cds, posters. You go to grab the vinyl and your hands brush with someone else. She’s she most gorgeous woman you have ever seen. You two laugh at the situation and talk about the band a little before changing info and agreeing for going to grab some coffee some day (meaning tomorrow.)

BOBBY

I truly had to keep myself from writing that the destiny made them meet because I’m a hopeless romantic, anon, but you deserve better than that, so…

As a hospital caterer, it makes me lean to MC being sick or recovering from a surgery or something and he’s the one bringing her food. She likes him and she keeps telling her friends about the cute and funny freckled boy. Soon enough they’ll be crushing on each other and he’s bringing her especial things.

Don’t tell anyone this, lass but I brought you a cupcake.

He makes her laugh, keeps her happy while she stays there and when she recovers he is kind of sad ‘cause he thinks they’ll never see each other again but that’s when she asks him for his number.

KASSAM

Since I made Tim the DJ gig, I’m giving Kassam a spin.

He’s really reserved, shy and quiet, so I cannot help but making his MCs sunshine on earth. I think she would be the one to drag him around if anything. I have two MCs for him and them both are so opposite to him that somehow they match perfectly. You know, that pic of the two houses, one pink the other black? That’s the vibe I’m going for.

So, since Kassam is a little more successful than Tim (assuming Tim never went to Love Island and blew up, that it) I think he’ll need a team and I’m making MC part of that team. She’s always talking with everyone, about everything and just being this ball of positivity that makes Kassam sick.

He really thinks she’s annoying and sooo fake but then she starts helping him. Some minions band-aids when he cuts his finger accidentally, some encouraging words before he hops on stage, some hot chocolate when it’s too cold and he needs to be warm because he’s sick… that makes his cold heart melt and he’s cheeks turn pink and the butterflies, man…

CARL

Ok, so many possibilities. Maybe his family is sending him in a bunch of blind dates (is that a thing, still, or did a watch too many k-dramas?) But here’s what I thought

Having a really full schedule, I think Carl would have little to no time for dating. Maybe he has an account on Tinder but I’m guessing he barely checks it. Even so, somehow, he always manage to sneak to his favorite coffee shop to work in peace without the others' commotion.

Is a really quiet place where he can hide in the same little spot in the corner. The same girl always takes his orders and with time she doesn’t even need to ask him what he wants anymore, she just brings him. She is quite chattery sometimes but he never minded her, even though normally he would hate that when he’s working. One day, he decides to ask her one of his hard level riddles and when, after an hour, she comes back with the right answer, he feels something.

My baby girl is a flirt. She’s always flirting with them other girls, making them giggle and twirl their hair. She’s also a ray of sunshine and has this Golden Retriever energy all around her.

I’m thinking a classic here. AJ plays hockey for her uni team, so she needs to keep her grades above average but god bless her, she’s a little behind in one of her classes, so her professor tells her she needs a tutor, and that’s when MC enters.

But MC is like so not like the other girls, you know? She doesn’t like the flirt (yeah, she does, but she keeps it to herself). She doesn’t like jocks (again, she is a terrible liar ‘cause of course she does). But even so, she ends up falling for it and AJ falling for her. God is a woman and AJ found her. (Love you King Princess)

ANGIE

ANGIE SCREAMS FRIENDS TO LOVERS. So, I’m thinking, a work colleague? Or maybe someone she partied with on one of her rare days off. What matters the most is that they were friends at first, definitely. And MC is the reason Angie has a full on gay crisis (quoting Heartstopper? Yeah I am) and goes, WELL MAYBE I LIKE GIRLS.

And soon enough it all makes sense, you know, why boys were never her thing to begin with. Why she’s always boycotting her relationships. And why she keeps daydreaming about kissing one of her best friends.

When she finally founds the courage to tell her, MC giggles and say “It took you too long” and they kiss and it’s fireworks, butterflies, angels singing.

Romance peaked.

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emberwood-if · 2 years

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An Emberwood Halloween: 2022 Special

Halloween has rolled into the sleepy town of Emberwood in the shape of a festive carnival. You and the Dufner residents (and E) have decided to take a break from the craziness in Emberwood for some well deserved reprieve.

Dress up in a costume (or don't) and hang out with the group or your favorite RO. Remember: be sure to have fun and enjoy the lighthearted atmosphere because it does not last :)

Features:

Go ferris-wheeling with Alex

Play a stall or two with Perry

Go on a swing ride with K

Go pumpkin carving with N

Get lost in a corn maze with Dani

Grab a bite to eat with F

Go to a haunted house with E

Or engage in a very mature and adult round of hide-and-seek with the Dufner residents, but be careful: you can lose.

(This is non-canon bonus content and isn't part of the main storyline.)

RELEASE: PLAY THE SPECIAL

Some notes:

Though the individual routes take place in a non-canon point in time in which romantic feelings have been established, I have added options that aren't so...overtly romantic? Of course, it is still romance-coded, but for those who do not enjoy romance, I feel it can still be enjoyable in some way or the other.

The stories are short and sweet (at least for me), as well as the group route. The group route works in a way that you can make one choice and lose, or you can go through more than one scene before you lose. You may or may not interact with the characters depending on what you choose. It's really just a fun side story for those who do not want to play any individual character scenes, but for full transparency: the individual routes have a bit more meat in them, mostly because some of their backstories are sprinkled in the conversations (very briefly, but yk). The group route is pretty brief, mostly because I accidentally deleted a third of it in writing like last minute and wanted to rip my hair out.

ALSO: the mc is…slightly pre-set. I was not thinking of diverse options but more of just how to propel the story forward. In future specials, I think I’ll stick to bold/shy and different types of MCs, but as this is my first, I decided to go with my gut haha

there’s really no trigger warnings except for quite a bit of cursing (and f-bombs) and F’s route has to do with eating. So there will be mentions of food and eating ! Please be wary of that! <3

As always, as I do not have beta testers (yet) if you find errors, typos or formatting problems or any of that sort, please let me know and I'll fix them asap. This is just a fun side piece I did, so please don't take it too seriously!

Hope you enjoy <3

#Halloween special stuff #emberwood #interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #interactive novel #if this doesn't release tomorrow #then the world has ended #hope you guys enjoy it!#choice script #dashing don

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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K here is a scary one. Unfortinately Halloween is over. Whatever. MC and and her brother pull a prank on the datables and brothers. MC suggest they should watch a supposedly haunted copy of Terrifier (2016). While the end credits start to roll after the ending the brother comes into the room dressed as Art the klown. Let's say that the brother looks exactly like him in costume. Boys reactions to the movie and to the prank.

Hi! Halloween is not over unless you want it to be ♡ I tried going to the family dinner in a halloween-inspired outfit last week. Anyways, on with the request, I hope you like it

mc and their brother prank the obey me cast

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: I didn't watch the movie but according to the summary on wikipedia, it has a lot of gore scenes (it's really bad according to me). Maybe don't watch this if you're like me and cry at the sight of blood. Also, no Luke in this because this movie isn't child-friendly.

content warnings: pranking, mentions of gore, mentions/implication of vomiting

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Lucifer

horror movies don't affect him too much, he knows it's fake and is the type of dude who could fall asleep while the characters on the screen are screaming

so, when he saw your brother in the clown costume, lucifer didn't really bat an eye

'very funny, now take the costume off, Diavolo is here'

Mammon

mammon can't handle horror very well, but he acts like he does to look cool (nobody buys it)

after the movie was over, he declared that it wasn't scary at all, and nobody would ever be spooked by it

however when your brother showed up, mammon screeched and ran out of the room, climbing over levi and belphie on the couch and knocking over two vases in the process

Leviathan

levi enjoys horror, and it does scare him but it's the kind of fear you'd feel after the bread comes out of the toaster with jumpscares (you're scared for 2 seconds only before realising it's just bread)

still, he'd like it more if the movie was animated, partly because the gore will not be realistic anymore

levi felt the same toaster-fear after seeing your brother in the clown costume

Satan

he honestly wanted to see more plot in the movie, but neither horror or gore disturb him too much

satan didn't even notice your brother walked in dressed as the clown until he heard mammon scream and a vase breaking

it didn't scare him, and honestly, his experience pranking lucifer made him think the prank was predictable

Asmodeus

asmo can enjoy some good horror movies, but this doesn't count for straight up slasher films, he feels like he has to sit in a bath for hours afterwards despite being a demon

when he sees your brother, he screams a little before getting mad at him for the petty joke

he's going to do some research on future movie night films

Beelzebub

beel loves watching movies because of the food that will be present, but he felt a little bit uneasy eating while something like this was playing on the screen

the prank didn't scare him, he was enjoying some candy bar and that deserved more of his attention than a dude in a clown costume

beel asks you if you're okay after everything, what if the movie was too much for a human to handle?

Belphegor

he fell asleep right at the start of the movie, abd woke up during some violent scene in the middle

so it's this kind of movie? well, belphie's going straight back to sleep

also he would have slept through the prank if only it didn't cause a chaos, he just woke up and squinted his eyes to see what's happening

Diavolo

this man is always so happy to watch movies with everyone, but this is one of the cases where he goes in smiling and cones out questioning why he came

so these are human world movies? interesting to know

the prank didn't really scare him, if it did, it would have been like levi's toaster-fear, diavolo appreciates the effort but thinks it's not funny

Barbatos

to be honest, he's pretty disappointed

you got the whole devildom prince sitting here and this is the kind of quality of movie you decide to show him? and personally barbatos prefers films with more plot

the prank was the final blow he needed to leave, he made up some work related excuse and left

Simeon

he's never been happier with his choice to not bring luke to this movie night

simeon can handle horror and gore normally, but he had to look away from some scenes in this film for the sake of the food he just ate

and honestly, he too could see the prank coming

Solomon

solomon is kind of the same as simeon, though his tolerance for highly violent scenes is higher than the angel's

and the prank itself wasn't all too funny to him

the funniest parts to solomon were mammon's escape act, barbatos awkwardly leaving and asmo's yelling at your brother

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #gn!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #belphegor obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #tw vomit #tw gore

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txemrn · 1 year

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What was Ethan & your MC’s favorite movie when they were kids? Do they have one now? Mostly because their kid/s watches it a million times a day & they swear they’re sick of it but in their minds they’re like ok this is pretty good actually.

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for this adorable question! 🖤

Ethan is a quiet, closet Star Wars nerd in my HC (Tatum actually wore a Princess Leia costume at a Halloween party in med school and it drove him crazy). His father introduced him to the movies when he was young, and there is still something very comforting about them. He can't wait to introduce his son to the force.

Tatum wore her VHS copy of The Little Mermaid to shreds. She loved wearing a shirt over her head, pretending like it was Ariel's long, red hair while she sang loudly the tune that Ariel sings to Ursula. Tatum knew even back then that she had a thing for dark hair and crystal blue eyes.

I do have to point out... Before Cord was ever a twinkle in their eyes, the Ramseys babysat Gabriela "Gabi-Bug" Aveiros frequently... and she was addicted Frozen, thanks to Sienna introducing her to the movie. Tatum caught Ethan singing "Reindeer are Better than People" (complete with the different voices) while shaving one morning.

Baby Ramsey is more repetitious with books, which in the long-run, his parents are grateful for... but right now, he can't read, which means he needs Mommy or Daddy to help out. And when they're finished, you guessed it... "Again!"

When Cord shows interest in watching television, he usually wants to watch the National Geographic channel. He loves watching the veterinarian shows, which at first concerned Tatum because, well, should a 3-year-old be watching surgery? Ethan's response: *shrugs* why not?

When he starts attending pre-k, his interest really blossom including cartoons. lol

Thanks again for the Ask!

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Chapter 41: Phone Home - Has Katsu gotten Aki to the future in time to save him?

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

Please take me to the right Kyoto! To the right time. I hung on to Aki so tightly that I could imagine him groaning, though the sensory deprivation of the wormhole meant that any noise I heard was an auditory hallucination.

Then, slowly, I did hear sounds… sounds I hadn’t heard for seven years…

Cars…

Busses…

Honks…

The hum of electricity...

And the screaming of tourists who were shocked to see two people manifest in front of their eyes.

Modern Japan… it was familiar, but not really home. Not anymore.

Had I been alone I would have taken time to breathe it in, to readjust to the noise and the crowd and the people. But Aki needed immediate medical treatment, so I stepped forward and announced to the circle of freaked out tourists in my best 'I went to art school and this is the only job I am qualified for' voice. "Historical Reenactments. Daily at the Azuchi Castle Ruins."

The tourists all nodded sagely, as if they saw such stunts often. Once the initial crowd moved off, I took out the paper with Sasuke's phone number, and approached a girl about my age. "Excuse me. My phone battery just died." I waved Iekane's device at her as an explanation. "Can I borrow yours? I need to call my boss before I get marked late for my day job."

She bowed politely and handed over a phone about ten generations newer than the last one I had owned. It had a custom case with some K-Pop band on it. If I had never left this time, perhaps I would be a fan. But I had, and the band on the case, though all adorable, also looked impossibly young.

I almost felt like more of a fish out of water than I ever had in the Sengoku.

With any luck I was both in the right timeline and that my timeline’s Sasuke had the same phone number of the Sasuke I had just left. Mentally crossing my fingers, I entered the number and waited. While the phone continued to ring, I kept half my attention on Aki, who was slumped over on the bench. If Sasuke didn’t answer, I would need to try-

"Mikumo Sasuke." Sasuke's neutral tones directed towards what would be an unknown number.

"Sasuke. It's Katsuko." Not yet five minutes in modern Japan and I'd already reverted to the name of my childhood. "Katsu. I'm at Honno-ji."

I turned away from the girl and lowered my voice. "I've got Aki with me, and I need to get him to a hospital."

The quick-witted Sasuke didn’t ask questions. "We'll be right there."

"Thanks." He'd already hung up. I gave the phone back to the girl and repeated my thank you to her.

"No worries. Great costume. Looks really authentic." With a bow, she headed into the shrine.

Crouching next to Aki, I propped him up under my shoulder. "Don't you dare die on me now old man."

"I’ll do my best." The words were faint, and I could feel his fever radiating off him.

"I'm sure the hospital can fix you right up." I wasn't sure, but now that there was nothing to do but wait, I was babbling uselessly. Every once in a while, a concerned Samaritan would ask if Aki was ok, and I kept repeating that help was coming.

And eventually, a long shadow fell over both of us, and a familiar warm spiced voice said, "Sasuke didn’t tell me his friend was a forest Goddess."

Right. This Shingen hasn't met me.

I looked up at the modern version of the main I had just said goodbye to less than an hour (plus or minus 450 years) ago. The cargo pants, grey henley shirt and leather bomber jacket didn’t look out of place on him at all, although the barely healed surgical scar on his chest and flirtatious look he directed at me certainly did.

With my father half draped over me, it was not the time to go into that, so I introduced myself briefly, while Shingen helped Aki to his feet and propped himself under the uninjured shoulder. "Where is Sasuke?"

"Out front in his motorized palanquin." Shingen gave a little grunt as Aki dumped his entire weight on the taller man. Realizing that this Shingen was probably fresh out of the hospital himself, I hurried to Aki’s other side and carefully maneuvered myself around his wound.

Together we half carried Aki to the street, where an SUV was hovering near the bus stop. Leaving the motor idling, Sasuke leaped out. “Greetings and salutations, Katsu,” he said as he helped settle Aki across the back seat.

I don't remember much about the trek across town. Sasuke drove like a Yokai on acid, zipping through stoplights that turned red as we sped past. The streets blurred out the window, and now that the responsibility for Aki was divided up, the-time travel (and Sasuke’s driving) caught up to me.

Feeling vaguely sick to my stomach, I shut my eyes. No Mitsuhide to hold your hair if you barf here. Or put mint oil on – Weird… I could almost smell the mint.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Shingen was holding a tin of Mintia in front of me. "Try this. I keep them around just for these travels."

Ah. So Sasuke always drove like this. Good. To. Know. "Thanks." I popped a couple of the strong mints into my mouth, and indeed, it did help with the nausea, even when Sasuke whipped a turn so sharply that both Shingen and I grabbed onto the armrests for stability.

Thanks to Sasuke's University I. D., we managed to get Aki admitted through emergency services and by some miracle Aki's biometrics were already in the hospital system. The only real difficulty occurred when the admitting staff asked how he had managed to receive a gunshot wound, and why had it been allowed to go untreated for so long.

"I'm rather curious to know the answer to that myself." I heard Shingen tell Sasuke.

Yes, he would definitely want to know about the movement of battles in 1582 – he probably was even now wondering if Kasugayama had been under attack when I left that era.

To the doctors and nurses, I kept answering, "I don't know." Without any inside knowledge about present day Kyoto's crime scene, it would be hard to make up a good story. Any detail I created would be investigated by the police, "he only said he was attacked and robbed." I then drew on my now honed by Mitsuhide acting skills and put a sob into my voice. "Please, is my dad going to be ok?"

To my horror, I felt a real tear escape. Not completely acting. Unnerved by my tears, the hospital staff ended their interrogation and directed us to a family waiting area, while Aki was wheeled off to parts unknown in the bowels of the hospital.

Shingen liberated a box of tissues from the nurses’ station (by which I mean he flirted with the staff until they gave it to him) and set it on the table next to a seriously uncomfortable plastic chair.

Ok breathe. This is a University Hospital. It’s a top-rated trauma center. It will be fine. Breathe.

Once I had again composed myself, Sasuke, who had been typing on a tablet at warp speed, turned to me. "Are you interested in reading a library of protocols for treating gunshot wounds and blood poisoning?"

Timing, Sasuke. Timing.

I must have looked as appalled as I felt, for he hurried to add. "This is not from Dr Google, but actual medical journals... not that I've personally vetted them of course. I'm not a doctor I'm a physicist."

"That was funnier the first time you told it to me." Were we private enough to go into this here? There were other people in this room. Granted, they were likely dealing with their own issues, but...

"I do not recall making this joke in the past." Sasuke darted a quick look at the other people in the waiting room, then typed something into his tablet. My hypothesis seems too fantastical to mention.

I reached for the tablet. “May I?”

He nodded, so I began two finger typing a response. Ugh. I guess some skills you lose in seven years. Both Shingen and Sasuke leaned over me to watch my response form one letter at a time.

Aki shot in 1578. Took him through a wormhole to 1586 different timeline. You and that timeline’s Shingen helped me get him here.

“Holy crap on a cracker!” His exclamation, and the fact that he nearly shot out of his seat, earned us all dark looks from the others in the room. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Multiverses.”

I nodded. Hopefully that would satisfy him for now. At the moment, I didn’t have the mental capacity to explain more, either verbally, or on the tablet. Luckily, that set Sasuke off on another mad typing excursion, and Shingen, at least satisfied that he hadn’t missed an important battle, took another look at me, and offered to get some food. "What do you like to eat, Angel? The bistro in the lobby has very good pastry. I have tried it all.”

"Oh. Maybe just tea and soup." I had no urge to test a seven-years-in the- Sengoku digestive system on anything heavy (the shock to my intestines when I first arrived in 1575 had been a painful enough experience that I was in no hurry to repeat). Shingen nodded and made himself scarce.

With Sasuke still in mad scientist mode, I finally took a moment to glance through the paperwork I’d been given in intake and realized that Sasuke had pulled both academic and financial strings here.

"Thank you," I said to Sasuke when he had paused in his typing. "I don't know how I'll repay you--."

"It's not an issue." Sasuke gestured to his tablet. "You are making infinite contributions to my scientific knowledge." Wait until you get a look at this device. It was not the best location to show him that… not with all the witnesses about, let alone any closed circuit cameras that might be in the area.

Given my circumstances, I was going to have to rely on his charity for a day or so. While I did at least have the numbers and passcodes to Aki's accounts in that letter, without an I. D. I wouldn’t be able to access them. Granted, I could probably get a replacement for all my papers with a vague 'travelling, got robbed' excuse, but it wouldn't be immediate.

With those practicalities, and the trying-not-to-think-about-it concern over Aki circling in my mind, I gratefully accepted a comforting bowl of ramen when Shingen returned (also with a bag of pastry and a carrier containing three to-go cups). From the smell, it seemed like Sasuke was drinking a seriously dark roast coffee, which I guess also explained his typing speed. The smell reminded me of Francisco's office and for a moment I pictured myself back then all those weeks ago - when Francisco had offered Mitsuhide a cup of coff— and then an earlier memory superimposed over that one.

“You ought to be able to perform both at the same time.” Mitsuhide motioned me over to the writing desk, opened the drawer for like… three seconds… and then slammed it shut again. “What is in the drawer, brat?”—

My mental picture slid to when I searched Francisco's office to retrieve my letter. There... had been a gun in the drawer. I'd been so focused on Aki that it hadn't registered at the time. But it had not been in there when I was there last week (two weeks ago? Time flies when you’ve got wormholes). Sure, owning a gun would not be unusual for a Portuguese merchant. But I had never seen Francisco use a gun. Well… something just felt off.

Damn it. Not for the first time I wished Mitsuhide were around so that I could talk about this with him! (And wouldn't he tease me about it too!).

"Ms. Yamaoka?" A doctor entered the room with an electronic tablet in her hand. "I wanted to update you on your father's condition."

I jumped to my feet, aware that behind me, Shingen and Sasuke had done so as well, just to support me.

"We removed the bullet without any major complications." She hesitated and I realized that this was going to be one of those good news, bad news situation. "However, the infection at the site of the wound and the fever has put him at high risk for a cascading multi organ failure."

I felt a reassuring pat on my shoulder. Shingen. It was the pat of an authority figure to a subordinate, an 'I'm here to help if you want’ kind of thing, and I appreciated that he had dropped the flirtatious exterior. The slight clicking behind me suggested that Sasuke was already looking up all the potential treatments in the medical library. "We'll do everything we can to support his system, but to give the antibiotics a chance to work, we've put him into a medically induced coma." She paused, waiting for me to ask additional questions, but I had gotten the gist of it.

She handed me a few informative packets on their treatment and on patient family support options. The paperwork was a bit overwhelming, when all I wanted right now was, "Can I see him?"

The doctor frowned. "Visiting hours technically ended-"

Shingen edged closer to her. "Doctor. You are truly a Goddess of Healing. We're grateful for everything you do. All my young friend needs is a few minutes with her father, just to ease her mind."

Ha. Apparently that charisma could be deployed at will and with military precision. I was granted five minutes but warned that he wouldn't know I was there.

I was used to Aki seeming bigger than life, but now, hooked up to several machines, he looked drained and very old. As warned, he didn’t register my presence, so I simply sat and held his hand, as if that could be a conduit to transfer my energy to him.

When my time was up, I leaned over him and whispered, "Aki, if you don't recover, I am turning your spy network over to Takauji."

It was the smell of coffee that awoke me the following morning. I sat up on the futon and looked around the room, taking in details that I had been too tired to notice the night before. Sasuke's two-bedroom high rise condo was sleek and ultra-modern. Given how much of a history buff he was, I was surprised at how no-frills it was in terms of decor. It kind of seemed... not him.

In spite of the stark decor, it was comfortable, full of every imaginable convenience. I'd half slept through my first shower in seven years, then, with my hair still wet, I had fallen asleep almost instantly on the futon in the living room (both Sasuke and Shingen had offered to give up their bedrooms for me, but I had insisted that I would be fine on the futon for a few days).

Something clicked and beeped, and I finally located the smell of coffee as emanating from a complicated looking automatic espresso machine. It was the only visible appliance in the open kitchen. The thing beeped again, and, as if on cue Sasuke shuffled out of his room, hair flopping everywhere, glasses slightly askew, and made a beeline for the machine.

Recognizing a caffeine addict when I saw one, I waited for him to get a few sips into his system before engaging in conversation. "How in the world did you manage to survive in the Sengoku without coffee?"

"Indeed, it was one of the only thing I neglected to factor into my decision making when I initially went back in time. However the benefits of immersive historical and scientific research outweighed the inconvenience of the pre-Dutch explorer era." He finished his first coffee, poured another cup, then pulled an electric kettle out of some neat hidden cupboard, filled it with water, and plugged it in.

"Aki's friend Francisco had coffee - when we get back, I should connect the two of you.'' And also question Francisco about the gun. But that was something to worry about later. I had more pressing issues to deal with. “Did the hospital call with updates to Aki’s condition?” Sasuke had left his details with the hospital, since I was still without a phone.

Sasuke held up one finger, slipped back into his room at a much faster pace than he had left it, and returned with his phone. "No messages," He handed it to me. "I presume you want to call?"

He was correct in that, and once I had made it through the frustratingly complicated hospital voice system (yeesh, it was easier to get a message to someone in the Sengoku era than it was to get a live person on the phone) only to be told that Aki’s condition was unchanged, Sasuke had set out a bowl and whisk, and a packet of tea.

By the time I had prepared the tea, taking comfort in the fact that this at least had not changed from the Sengoku era, Shingen joined us. He had either slept in, or put on a kimono, and he looked a bit more like the Shingen I had met in 1586, although he was unhealthily thin; a condition that I imagined would change soon enough if he kept eating sweet pastry for breakfast.

Once we had all gathered our respective food and drink items to the table and taken a few bites to sate our hunger, Shingen asked again the question that I imagine had been nagging at him all night. "How did your father get shot?"

And so once again, I found myself explaining how and when I found Aki, but, not wanting him to question too much about 1586 (I was in no mind space to handle the awkwardness of explaining that his alternate was in love with an alternate version of me), I skipped right to the device, knowing that Sasuke would take over as soon as he saw it.

After explaining what Sasuke Mach 1586 had discovered about the thing so far, I turned it, and the letter he had written to himself over to him, and had the rare experience of seeing his face light up with scientific glee. "Holy crap on a cracker - it's a... I don't know what to call it."

"We were joking that it’s a mini-flux capacitor." Although who knows maybe that is what it was.

"Though I wouldn't dare question your scientific knowledge Sasuke," Shingen looked at the device warily. "I do not want you to accidentally transport us to yet another place in time."

"At the moment, it's coded to me, so we should be ok." Just to be extra safe, I folded my hands in my lap.

Sasuke scanned the letter to himself, making happy murmurs about science and multiverses. Then he set the letter down and sighed happily. “My day is complete. My alternate Sasuke has evidence of yet another alternate Sasuke.” He turned the device over and over in his hand.

“Yeah, according to Katsuko, there are at least four of us, so there are likely four of you too and-“

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The device vibrated violently, let out an electronic beep, and a tiny green light began blinking.

"Sasuke... what did you do?" Shingen's voice had gotten ominously quiet. I glanced around the room, looking for that odd ripple I had seen each time the device activated, but at least on that end things were normal.

"I have not begun any actions that would cause it to activate," Sasuke set the thing down. "Whatever just initiated was automatic."

"Like a self-destruct program?" Yeesh. And I'd been carrying that thing in my kimono.

"Perhaps. Or a homing beacon."

The blinking light intensified in speed, let out another SQUEE.

Then the light went out and it silenced.

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