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risuola · 9 months

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PROMISE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

You felt sick watching your husband fighting for his life, but your unborn daughter seemed to sleep just fine despite your complete distress. Little that you know, Satoru made some promises to her.

cw: manga spoilers!!! (chapters 223-235 with not much of specific details, but it’s resolved around the events), reader is pregnant — 0,8k words

a/n: this piece has TWO alternative endings — FLUFFY & SWEET & ANGSTY & DEPRESSING — choose your fighter, I guess

Sick. You felt sick, sitting in the room full of people, most of which you didn’t even recognize. You felt sick watching the screens that showcased live what was happening in the middle of Shinjuku. You felt dizzy and nauseous, and so overwhelmingly sick when you heard people betting money, trying to make profit of something that was so painful for you to watch.

“You think he’s gonna win that?” “Nah, he’s dead.” Some men were talking, chuckling like it was entertainment of the highest level for them. And maybe it was, maybe some sorcerers could benefit from the outcome that you considered the worst one, but you felt like the world was crumbling down in real time. Your world was fighting for his life right in front of your eyes.

You sat there paralyzed, unable to move as all of the voices around you slowly became distant. Yuji’s rambling, Kusakabe’s comments and Yuta’s notes all blurred into one, incoherent noise in the background and you wondered what happened, what went so wrong to lead to all of this. Why it felt like you’ll never see Megumi again? You raised that boy, you talked down his teachers in middle school from expelling him when he beat the hell out of other students, you encouraged him to train harder when he felt down, overwhelmed by the comparison to Gojo’s strength. Why now it felt, like you’ll never get to force another hug out of him, like you’ll never see his grumpy face again? You’ve already lost Tsumiki, the tears from that still felt fresh on your face and now you had to watch your husband on the battlefield, being wounded time after time by a cursed spirit that should have been dead thousand years ago.

You felt your insides turning and twisting into a very tight knot, every time Satoru got hit by Sukuna’s attack, every time you saw blood staining his light skin, you felt a little closer to heart attack. It was a sight you could never familiarize yourself with, Gojo never bled. He never was cut, not even punched and now, all of his body was covered in slits. Just once in your life you saw him in a puddle of blood, decade ago while still in high school and after that, never again. Until today.

You were scared. Petrified with the thought that he might not come back, that you might never feel his warmth again. The idea of going further in your life without him spread out in your mind in the colors of the worst kind of nightmare, your throat clenched, tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched his domain shatter. Infinite void fell down in pieces and the reds and blues were not effective either. It’s worse than nightmare. It was torture.

You felt the pain, deep in your heart, spreading in waves to every cell of your body. You wanted to go there, to jump in and help him, to shield him from the attack even if it would cost you your own life. You wanted to go there and slap Sukuna out of Megumi, to hold the boy to your heart and tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that everything’s gonna be alright. But you couldn’t do either of those things. You knew you’d only be an obstacle, a limiting factor to your husband’s abilities. You knew your tears wouldn’t bring Fushiguro back. You were strong on your own, but now, you were helpless just as everyone else. And you had a life to protect.

And so, you sat there, rubbing soft circles into the bump of your stomach that held the little girl that was yet to come to this world, wondering if she’ll get to know her father. She will, you knew that, deep down underneath all of the layers of fear and worry, you knew that Satoru will win, because he has to win. He has to be there with you, he has to know if his daughter has the same blue eyes as him and the same cute nose as you, because he bet on that. He has to be there to take all of those goofy selfies with the newborn, he has to be there to showoff the miracle that he’s created with you, to be able to put new title to his name – the best dad.

The baby seemed to be sleeping, calm in your stomach despite the utter distress that consumed you. She probably knew better than you not to worry about Satoru. She probably knew that her daddy will never leave her. He promised that to her, when before leaving to the Shinjuku district he pressed his lips to the curve of your bump, whispering things you barely heard.

He made a promise so he had to keep it.

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arcadian-vampire · 2 years

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It’s bc I’m a man

#pikaposts #pikaplays fea #my unit got all angy w him and i'm like. nah he's right i'm not a lady

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unofficialgayawakening · 5 months

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Version 6 Release

After a long wait, I'm happy to finally present the next big update as the year comes to a close! The changelog for this one is long, so I'll include it under a Read More, but first...

PLEASE delete the files from the previous update and do a fresh installation with this one. I accidentally included WIP files for a mod I'm working on that currently isn't in a releasable state. Keeping these files will likely cause errors.

Changelog

Bugfixes/Improvements

Fixed support gain for Cordelia/Anna

Rainbow Naga for EU version

Included screenshots of filepaths for easier installation

Minor dialogue/support edits for quality and consistency

Support log functional for all non-Spotpass characters (CITRA ONLY)

New Content

Compatibility with LJ's Gender Lock Removal. Download the UGGLR file in addition to the regular UGA download.

Hug animation ported from female to male animation set

Unique dialogue for all of Lucina's possible fathers in chapter 13

New Supports

30 New Romantic Supports: M!Robin/Walhart, M!Robin/Laurent, F!Robin/Anna, F!Robin/Emmeryn, Chrom/Stahl, Chrom/Kellam, Chrom/Panne, Chrom/Tharja, Lissa/Sully, Lissa/Sumia, Lissa/Nowi, Frederick/Virion, Frederick/Vaike, Frederick/Henry, Sully/Miriel, Sully/Cherche, Maribelle/Panne, Panne/Nowi, Cordelia/Olivia, Nowi/Cherche, Tharja/Cherche, Tharja/Aversa, Cherche/Say'ri, Lucina/F!Morgan, Lucina/Noire, Inigo/Laurent, Brady/M!Morgan, Gangrel/Walhart

12 PC Supports: Lucina&Gaius, Brady&Panne, Owain&Nowi, Gerome&Tharja, Gerome&Say'ri, F!Morgan&Walhart, Yarne&Maribelle, Yarne&Nowi, Noire&Olivia, Noire&Cherche, Nah&Lissa, Nah&Panne

4 Sibling Supports: Lucina&Noire, Gerome&Noire, Gerome&Nah, Yarne&Nah

New Lissa+Tharja support. The support is currently platonic within the mod, but the S support IS coded if you want to edit your files to make it available. Didn't know where to fit this one.

#fe uga #uga releases #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening

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real-fire-emblem-takes · 2 months

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Not exactly a take, but just something that I hope people can help me with - I'm writing a FEA fic that tells (a variation of) events (with crossover stuff) from Lucina's perspective. So I of course gotta address the point of the parents of the other character from the second generation in some way... which means Nowi as well.

So question is, does anyone have an idea on how to make any pairing involving Nowi just not. Gross? I'm already thinking about having her with Donnel (or maybe Ricken, idk), but that's only a start, and doesn't really getting to the bigger point of her becoming a mother. Rewriting her as an actual adult I think also wouldn't really work, because that'd encroach on Tiki's territory. So, does anyone got any idea?

Mitosis. or Nah is Nowi's younger sibling, cousin or niece.

#fe #fire emblem #nowi fire emblem #nah fire emblem #fe13 #fire emblem awakening

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ilovemykpopblog2 · 5 months

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Watching the double date episode of Betty, La Fea, my thoughts in no particular order:

1. Betty's date acting like he's in danger because of Betty when she was only making very polite, very boring conversation

2. The car scene where Aura Maria's date is all over her and Aura Maria calls out to Betty that he's about to "violarla" but Betty doesn't act - my question is whether Betty thought Aura Maria was enjoying it? Her tone when calling out wasn't giggly. To me it seemed she was not enjoying the way he had her pinned down in her car seat; although as soon as they started driving again, Aura Maria was back to bring flirty and giggly.

3. Don Hermes goes over the top with being overprotective as usual, but the way he talked to Dona Julia ... nah, I didn't like that at all.

4. Marcela is soft-spoken and a bit passive-aggressive (like Betty later in the show), and Armando responds by staying with her.. I guess she forgets this works late in the show?

#yo soy betty la fea #ysblf #betty la fea

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curatoroffiction · 2 years

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MC Has Allergies/Physical Intolerances But Is Chill About It

This one came to me while reading this cute post by @obeymefictionwriting about the brothers from Obey Me! reacting to an MC with allergies to cats.

Because, I love cats, but I'm also very allergic to them.

So this MC would be one who maybe has allergies that aren't immediately life-threatening, but will cause significant discomfort and possibly hives if the contact with the allergen isn't contained and washed and meds taken.

I often find that I’m not strong enough to resist the allure of a cute kitty. If I find myself in a house with a cat, I won’t go out of my way to touch the cat, but if the cat comes to me... I’ll shower the little kitty with love and affection, and pets and just warmly gush about the kitty

And then I'll promptly get up once I've had my fill and look to the nearest person and announce "I must go wash myself and change my clothes, because I'm very allergic to cats." and the amount of times I've had people yell at me is a little funny.

I always take my allergy meds in anticipation that friends have pets, and bring extras in case my allergies are more intense than I anticipate, so I'm never in danger, but it does sometimes freak people out who don't know how to handle people with allergies that aren't life-threatening.

Would work for animal allergies - MC cuddles and loves on the animals and then lets the room know about their allergy. Could also work for substance allergies (MC is allergic to latex, so they go to touch a foam weapon prop used for LARPing which has latex paint, and is gushing about it and then promptly is like "I gotta wash my hands and change my clothes because the latex is starting to make my lungs hurt, but that was awesome!" and chaos ensues. (I have asthma, so when my allergies kick in, my lungs like to be dramatic. It hurts, but it’s not an actual physical danger symptom for me specifically.)

Could also have intolerances that their body struggles with which they know is gonna hurt them, but they love those things too much to not partake. Like an MC who loves apple juice but is intolerant to it and will down a whole bottle and turn to the person next to them like "Man, that was awesome. It's gonna suck in an hour when the pain kicks in."

I just love the idea of an MC who is a little unhinged in funny ways, not entirely on purpose, freaking out everyone around them.

Friendly characters shouting their name like "MC- WHAT THE FUCK" as they panic and either dote on them while panicking and almost crying, or like, hoisting them up over their shoulder to carry MC to 'safety' (aka; A more responsible character LMFAO)

Responsible characters staring at them with great concern, trying to figure out what to do because they didn't expect MC to be so unhinged today.

Wild characters delighting because that's hilarious. Saying things like "MC, why-" and "MC, are you gonna like, die now? Was that how you wanted to go out?" amidst laughs.

Grouchy characters taken aback and shocked because "Wait MC you're not supposed to be THAT big of a dumbass, what the fuck-" and "Why would you pick it up if you knew it was dangerous you freak"

Shy/anti-social characters panicking because they were the one that introduced the allergen to MC. Exasperated "MC why didn't you tell me-"s as they try to help MC handle the allergy situation.

Dramatic characters being over-the-top dramatic that MC's gonna die, which in turn freaks out the Pure-Of-Heart/Dumb-Of-Ass characters and you just get a moment of everyone really showing how they handle operating under pressure.

All the while MC's like "Nah nah it's fine, I just gotta wash up and change my clothes, it's fiiine" --- Another unhinged concept is like, that post where the person ate peanut butter and popped an epi-pen and was like “Please get me to the hospital” “Why did you do that” “I wanted to know what it’d taste like”

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Another option for a fun dynamic to draw from is like when I interact with stuff I'm allergic to completely by accident.

"Wait, does this comforter have feathers in it?"

".. Yeah"

"Ooh, I'm very allergic. Can already feel my lungs being pissed about that."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I had no idea-"

"Nah it's cool. It's very soft."

"We gotta get you a different blanket!!"

"That'd be nice."

"Oh my god I've killed you how can you be allergic to feathers they're so soft"

"They really are, it's a shame." MC gently cuddling into the blanket still.

"Stop cuddling into the blanket and get to safety"

"But I'm comfy"

MC just accepting that they've already come into contact with the allergen and they're not in immediate danger, so they might as well enjoy it. Characters panicking because aren’t allergies life-threatening?

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And if we did want some life-threatening drama, there's inspiration from the times where I've had really big allergy incidents and I've had to stay awake for a few hours to make sure my hives aren't about to kill me in my sleep. MC just walking into a room and sitting down. It's really late at night. The characters are like "What's goin' on MC? Why're you awake so late?"

"Gotta make sure I'm not gonna die in my sleep."

"Excuse me what"

"Yeah, if the hives don't hit my throat by the time they've stopped spreading, then I'm fine, but if it does, someone's gotta take me to the hospital because my airways will close up soon after."

"WHAT"

Extra points if MC's a human and the characters around them aren't human and they've got no fucking clue how to handle this and it makes them panic for more reasons than one.

MC's just more annoyed than anything because of the lack of sleep. Like, sure, their life hangs in the balance or whatever, but they wanted to get in their 8 hours.

#MC Concepts #Writing #Gn!MC #Gender Neutral MC #Obey Me #Obey Me MC #Obey Me!#Obey Me! MC #Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland MC #Twst #Twst MC #Unhinged MC #MC No #MC Why #MC Ideas #MC Musings

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kaihuntrr · 6 months

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part six: early bird.

Martyn and Scott spend time together. :D

The sun rose from the sea, bleeding sunlight staining the blue waters with red and orange hues. Wisps of air gently flowed from the waters, blowing the cold winds into the sleepy town. Birdsongs signaled the start of the morning, but only a few started so early.

Martyn was one of some early risers. He just couldn’t sleep in for too long.

He yawned, stretching his arms as he sat up on the soft bed, feeling the chill air in the room. The Canaries had purchased rooms for themselves at their usual inn; it wouldn’t be long until they left the solid ground and returned to the chaotic ocean to hunt something truly vicious and wild.

Martyn got out of bed, pulling on his boots and coat before he grabbed his satchel, rummaging around for his sketchbook. He liked spending his waking moments idly writing or sketching something, anything to get his mind running.

He couldn’t find it. Right. It got stolen by those Kestrels yesterday.

Martyn groaned, but put his satchel on and left his room, locking the door with its key. He walked slowly so as to not wake the other Canaries or guests, heading downstairs to wave at the innkeeper as he left.

Definitely still chilly.

Martyn listened to the birdsongs and thought about the bird from last night, dumb little thing. In fact, he swore he could hear that same canary singing again. He walked to the townsquare, wanting to sit by the fountain to organize his thoughts, but as he passed by a couple of people getting their days ready. He stopped.

Scott was awake, sitting on the edge of the fountain, and surrounded by birds.

Scott threw seeds on the ground, a flock of birds pecked at the scattered seeds while some fed straight out of his hand. The ginger was in his own world as he cooed at the birds. Martyn felt his heart speed up, watching as Scott pet one of the birds and giggled. He approached Scott, a sheepish grin forming on his face.

“Hey, Scott,” Martyn called out. The birds flew away. Scott blinked before he looked at the blonde. Martyn tilted his head, “Good morning.”

Scott smiled, “Good morning,” he patted the edge of the fountain beside him, inviting Martyn to sit down. “You scared my feathered friends away.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Martyn shot an apologetic glance at him. “Besides, that one is still here.”

The little canary eating out of Scott’s hand had remained, and it seemed adamant to continue eating instead of flying away like the other birds. Perhaps Scott had domesticated this one while the others were wild birds.

“Curious little thing, isn’t he?” Scott brushed his hand over the canary’s feathers, the bird chirping contentedly in response. He smiled fondly, “He’s been at my side for some time now.”

The canary looked at Martyn, tilting its head from side to side before continuing to eat from Scott’s hand.

Wasn’t that the same bird he saw last night?

Scott turned to his bag, pulling out Martyn’s sketchbook, “Oh, and I got this back,” he passed it to the blonde. “It wasn’t a problem. I didn’t look inside it either.”

Martyn raised his eyebrow, “You’re sure?” Scott nodded. Martyn sighed, “Thank you. It’s… personal.”

Martyn’s sketchbook was a journal of sorts for him. Drawings and notes from whatever excited him that day, idle sketches of his crew, and most importantly, pages with Scott all over it.

He did not want Scott to see those pages, for obvious reasons.

“I can see that,” Scott hummed. Martyn’s stomach growled, causing Scott to glance at it before looking back at the blonde, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Nah, just woke up,” Martyn shrugged. “You?”

Scott paused. He looked away, a sheepish smile on his face, “...yes, I ate.” Scott turned back to Martyn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

The canary chirped, finishing the seeds on Scott’s hand and flew up to sit on his shoulder. Scott smiled as the bird nuzzled his cheek, the ginger ruffling its feathers as he stood up. He reached a hand out to Martyn. Martyn took it with a smile, standing up and placing his sketchbook in his satchel, properly closing it this time.

Martyn smelled something sweet in the air. Something baked, possibly bread.

It smelled good.

Martyn motioned to the direction of the baked goods and Scott nodded. Martyn was the hungry one here, and Scott didn’t seem to want to eat in his presence.

Or anyone’s, he’d noticed.

The two walked in relative silence, basking in the warm sunlight and cool air as the distant sounds of engines whirred away in the distance. Some transport and cargo ships were arriving just in time for early marketplaces to prepare for the day. That was one of the things Martyn planned on doing before the others woke up, maybe he could go with Scott after he got a bite to eat.

Scott stared up at the sky, his arms behind his head, “What are you doing today?”

“We’re preparing for the hunt. Gathering supplies, sharpening weapons, fixing the ship in general…,” Martyn enumerated with his fingers, mentally tallying up the chores in his mind, “...those things. We’ll be leaving in a few days from now.”

“Ah, I see,” Scott glanced to the side, furrowing his eyebrows, “Do you know where to start looking?”

Martyn glanced at the ginger, “Mumbo suggests we search near the world border. It's a good place to start the search. It's a hard area to navigate, so maybe we can find something other hunters missed.”

Like a sea prince.

Scott stayed quiet, likely thinking of some remark at the thought of the Canaries investigating that place. It was a viable option, wasn’t it? So long as they don’t get swarmed, they could investigate the area more. Besides, if they don’t find a sea prince there, they could always come home with a fresh batch of trophies.

The two walked alongside a stone path, their footsteps echoing against the hard earth. The canary hasn’t chirped much, perhaps it was too sleepy or too full to be singing.

“I’ll be gone for a week or two while you’re away,” Scott broke the silence, his eyes now focused on the path, “Friends of mine want to spend time with me again.”

Martyn tilted his head, “...Does that include those Kestrels?”

Martyn didn’t really want to mention it, or ever mention those people to Scott, but he needed to know.

“No,” Scott’s eyes narrowed. His arms moved to his sides, his hands forming tight fists before he released them with a sigh, “Other friends.”

Good.

Another resounding silence followed, Scott’s expression remained sour before they arrived at the bakery. Scott gave Martyn a small nudge.

“Go get your breakfast, hunter,” Scott crossed his arms and shrugged. He smiled, raising an eyebrow, “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Martyn rolled his eyes, but smiled. Scott giggled, shaking his head as he followed Martyn inside.

The bakery smelled of fresh bread and other baked goodies. A bell rang as Martyn pushed the door open, showing all the pastries and other items by a display of baskets by the entrance. The floors in front were made of oak wood, creaking as the two walked inside, while the back had stone flooring. A grand oven was behind the display baskets, an elderly woman pulling a fresh set of bread onto a table. The place was warmly lit by the stoking fires of the oven and the morning sunlight shining through the windows.

“Welcome, dearies,” the old lady smiled. “There’s a fresh batch of bread and other goodies in the baskets. Take your pick.”

Scott leaned against the wall, lifting his hand so that the canary could hop onto his finger. He motioned to the bread and smiled before placing all of his attention to the bird. The little thing was so needy.

Martyn walked forward, eyeing each of the delicious treats and settling on some of the freshly baked cinnamon rolls, still warm as he picked the basket up. He had a foldable bag he kept inside his satchel to put the goods inside after he bought them.

The old woman approached, her eyes squinted as she readjusted her glasses to get a good look at Martyn. “That outfit, those scars…,” she trailed off. She looked at him from head to toe before nodding, “You’re a hunter, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, ma’am. My crew and I are preparing for a hunt in a few days.” Martyn smiled, the woman clapped her hands together with a grin.

It might’ve been a brag to add that he was a Canary, but just telling her he was a hunter was enough.

“Ah… wonderful! Those beasts have been such a bother,” she sighed. She glanced at the sacks stacked on top of each other, next to the wall, “I’m glad they haven’t destroyed any of the grain I’ve been buying off shore….”

The old woman’s voice trailed off, placing one of her hands under her chin, recounting a memory as she hummed. Martyn glanced at Scott, the ginger shrugged with an eyebrow raised. The old woman laughed, looking at Martyn once more.

“Take the basket, dearie. You hunters have done much to protect us all, so no need for payment,” she pushed the basket of baked goods towards Martyn, smiling widely.

Free cinnamon rolls, nice.

The canary chirped loudly, the woman’s eyes gazed at the bird before looking at Scott.

“Does your friend want anything?”

Scott shook his head, raising his free hand and waved with an awkward smile, “I’m alright, ma’am, I’ve eaten.”

The old woman hummed, nodding her head, “You two have a wonderful day, then. Take care!”

Martyn took the basket and turned towards the door, following Scott outside. Martyn waved at the old woman and closed the door gently behind him. The smell of cinnamon rolls wafted up his nose, his mouth watered.

It was probably best to head back. The others should be awake by now.

The morning sun hung high in the skies above while Martyn and Scott walked back to the fountain. Martyn took a bite out of his cinnamon roll on their walk, savoring the taste. He had a bit of a sweet tooth, eating something sweet and freshly baked was delicious. The soft textures melting into his mouth, the smell of the treat, and the fading warmth radiating from the food was to die for. Martyn hummed, closing his eyes to savor the taste. He heard the canary chirping, as if the bird was complaining about something.

He could hear a small laugh come out of Scott.

Martyn’s eyes opened, Scott was laughing but he shook his head. All in good fun. Martyn swallowed, holding up a cinnamon roll and holding it out to Scott, “You want some?”

Scott shook his head, pushing the food back to the blonde, “I said I’m not hungry, I’m fine.”

“Do you not like people watching you eat?” Martyn took another bite from the cinnamon roll.

Scott shifted his eyes to the ground, “...You could say that.”

Martyn raised his eyebrow as he swallowed and took a bite of a different cinnamon roll. Scott sighed.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m a messy eater and… extremely picky,” Scott crossed his arms. He raised his eyebrows, “You wouldn’t like it.”

Martyn shrugged, “I won’t mind, it’s just a part of who you are.” He walked closer to Scott. The ginger rolled his eyes. Martyn sighed, “I’m a mess when I drink, and I can’t even drink much! You being a messy eater won’t really change anything.”

Or how I feel about you.

“You flatter me, hunter, but I’m serious.”

Martyn laughed, “Not with that look!” Scott pushed Martyn with one hand, nearly causing the cinnamon rolls to fall out of the basket. Martyn rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face, “Alright, alright, you’re serious.”

“Eat your cinnamon roll.”

“I am!” Martyn’s mouth was partially full, causing Scott to giggle as he shook his head.

Why couldn’t it always be like this?

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The afternoon sun blazed bright above the town. The town was back to its bustling, crowded self as the Canaries began to move barrels and crates into the lower sections of the deck. It was tiring work, but it was essential. They needed all the food, medication, and weaponry they could get. The Canaries wanted to get more than usual, spending more and packing more just to ensure everyone was on their top shape to capture a sea prince.

No. Proof first.

Still. Those words stuck to Martyn’s head like it was nailed to him.

Capturing a sea prince.

People who passed by the hunters loading the ship wished them good luck and gave them small trinkets and gifts as thanks for protecting their waters for all these years. They were like heroes to them, and Martyn understood that.

Martyn hoisted a barrel up and over his shoulder and carried it to the ship. He walked down the steps, nodding at his fellow Canaries and plopped it down on the stack of similar barrels on the lower deck. He wiped his forehead, his bandana soaked with enough sweat already.

Another barrel down, a lot more to go.

Martyn descended down the ship’s gangplank once more. He lifted another barrel with a deep breath and carried it onto the ship. It was going to be repetitive–

“Hey!” Scar’s sudden voice caused Martyn to flinch, “Look who’s here.” He giggled, nudging Martyn as he carried a crate into the ship.

Martyn turned around.

Oh!

“Hey, Scott!” Martyn called out, grinning. “I thought you’d be at work.”

Scott shrugged, “Wasn’t feeling like it today. I wanted to see the famous hunting ship for myself.” He walked forward, looking at the Canaries. “It looks like you’re all quite busy though.” The canary chirped as it sat on Scott’s shoulder, the bird eyeing the hunters as it moved its head around.

Martyn and Scar were lifting barrels and crates into the ship’s store room, Bdubs and Cleo were taking a break leaning on the ship’s railing, and Lizzie and Joel were in one of the lower decks sorting medicines while Grian and Mumbo were out buying more supplies.

They were pretty busy.

Cleo walked down the ship’s ramp, “We can spare some time for you, Scott,” she stopped. The two gingers smiled at each other, “You’re a wonderful friend to us.”

“Aw, thanks Cleo, you sap,” Scott tilted his head, Cleo put her hand on top of his head and ruffled his hair, the two sharing a laugh. Scott brushed some of his hair to the side, staring up at the armored vessel, “Honestly, I’ve never seen a ship this close before.”

Martyn blinked, confused. Had Scott never been close to the ships? Sure, one could get a good glimpse of the ships from Scott’s tavern, but it wasn’t as impressive as seeing these massive ships for themselves.

These were the ships that could take down larger beasts.

People would usually marvel at all the dents and scars before they get sent in for repairs. All those marks told stories of their own.

Scar raised an eyebrow, “You live in a port town, you’ve never come to the docks?” Scott shook his head. Scar hummed, “Huh. First I’ve heard of it.”

Cleo walked past Scott and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before picking up a barrel and coming to stand beside Scar and Martyn. She must have figured that since she was down there already, might as well help carry the load into the ship.

Scott shrugged. “The sea breeze is nice, and the patrons of the tavern are very sweet,” he glanced at Martyn with a smirk, “But I never had an excuse to come here before.”

“Maybe you should come here often! You could even see us off when we leave too.” Bdubs smiled. Scott nodded in return.

“I’ll do that. I just hope you all won’t die to whatever’s out there,” Scott looked at everyone, but his eyes landed on Martyn. “Especially you, hunter.”

“Me? I’m special?” Martyn smirked. Scott giggled, making the blonde blush.

“Of course you are. All these scars, yet you still live,” Scott gazed at Martyn’s scars, his hand pressed on the blonde’s chest. Martyn’s blush deepened as the ginger’s fingers brushed against his bare chest. Scott looked up and smirked, “All that muscle, too.”

Gears turned in Martyn’s head, “You like this, huh?” He slowly dropped the barrel and closed the distance between him and Scott. Scott raised an eyebrow as Martyn placed his hands on the ginger’s waist. Scott looked down and back at Martyn, a small smirk on his face.

“So what if I just…” Martyn leaned into Scott.

In one swift motion, Martyn lifted Scott by the waist. Scott appeared dazed, his eyes wide. Martyn swore it was the first time Scott had been flustered by anything the blonde did. Scott wrapped his arms around Martyn’s neck. They were both so close to each other. Martyn adjusted, one arm moved under Scott while the other was wrapped around the ginger’s waist.

Was everything suddenly getting hot or was that just the weather?

“Do you like this?” Martyn’s breathing quickened.

“I do,” Scott moved Martyn’s chin up with his hand, his thumb rubbing the hunter’s cheek. He moved in close, his voice a whisper, “Do you think this is appropriate in front of your fellow hunters, though?”

Oh.

…OH.

…They were watching them, weren’t they? Martyn heard the giggles coming from his crew.

“You’re right,” Martyn quickly put Scott down, raising his hands, “I am so, so sorry for doing that all of a sudden, I didn’t–”

Scott laughed. “It’s alright,” he shook his head, taking one of Martyn’s hands. “I thought it was cute.”

Martyn’s blush deepened as he glanced to the side. Scott leaned up to whisper in Marytn’s ear, “...just do that trick when we’re alone next time, yeah?”

Martyn could hear the other Canaries struggle to hold in their laughter. He wanted to scold them, but Scott’s words burned in his mind. The ginger giggled as if playing innocent.

Martyn’s words fell out of his mouth. “You want us to be alone?”

“Maybe, but you’re far too busy to be worrying about that,” Scott sighed, winking at Martyn. He shrugged as his smirk grew, “I might be distracting you from your work.”

Martyn stammered, “I can take a break, granted the others don’t mind.” He turned to look at Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs, who were on the ship, watching the scene unfold.

“Unwind for a bit, Martyn,” Scar smiled, turning around to pick up a crate on the deck to carry down to the lower deck, “You won’t be able to see him for too much longer!”

Martyn sighed, “Right….” He looked at Scott. Martyn motioned to the ship, an encouraging smile on his face, “Do you want to check out the ship? It looks different when you’re actually on it.”

“I’d love to,” Scott nodded. Martyn took him up the ramp. At the top, Scott paused to look around him. The canary on his shoulder chirped, nuzzling into Scott’s neck. He gazed at the crows nest, “You and the Canaries spend so much time here, I wouldn’t survive being in one place for so long.”

Martyn shrugged, looking at Scott. “It’s not too hard. We’re busy fending off monsters every other day, so it stays exciting.” He saw Scott’s eyebrows furrow.

Scott spoke, his voice unusually quiet, “Monsters… you kill so many in the span of a month,” he turned to Martyn. “Doesn’t it get tiring?”

“No, not really.”

“Are you going to expound on that, or…?”

“Well, it isn’t my place to say, but…,” Martyn looked around the ship, looking for any prying eyes. Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs were in the midst of some conversation, and the others were still nowhere to be seen, so he continued, “We quell the monsters for some retribution. One of our captains, Jimmy, died years ago, and we aren’t sure what killed him. We aren’t sure what killed Lizzie’s parents either.”

“What happened?”

“She doesn’t want to talk about it,” Martyn looked around the ship, checking if the others were listening in. Scott raised an eyebrow and Martyn shook his head. Martyn lowered his voice, “But she was the only survivor from a monster attack. It was weird too, they were guarded by a couple of hunting ships, and the beasts left with everything destroyed. No one really knows what got them.”

“Then there’s Jimmy, and….” Martyn looked away from Scott.

Martyn grit his teeth, closing his hands in two tight fists, “If I could, I would’ve been with them– I should’ve been with them when he died.” Scott looked at him, but Martyn stared at the floor, lowering his head, “Maybe he wouldn’t have died at all if I was there.”

Scott crossed his arms. “What would you being on the ship change? I thought you were always a Canary.” He shot a glance at Martyn.

“I used to be a Kestrel,” Martyn shook his head. He relaxed his hands, “But I’m not now. I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet.” He looked at Scott, seeing the worry on his face hurt. He forced a smile, trying to convince Scott he was fine.

He’s just not ready to open up about the Kestrels.

“Killing beasts drive us forward. One day, we’ll find out what demonic creature killed him and take it out of the seas for good. It’ll never harm us ever again.” Martyn put his hand to his chest like he was swearing an oath.

Scott was quiet.

“Being a hunter means we’ll ensure safety. People won’t need to be scared of the sea if there isn’t any monster left to scare them.” Martyn wanted to encourage Scott to speak up and say something, but he said nothing.

It didn’t feel right for Scott to be so quiet.

Scott looked at the waters, avoiding Martyn’s stare. “...Is that all there is to it?” His voice was in a low hiss. His hands gripped his arms tightly, “Constant killing, constant bloodshed? All for what, peace of mind?” The canary chirped again, but Scott didn’t focus on him.

Martyn shook his head, “Not just that! Sure, it gives us some relief but,” he stepped closer to Scott. “We’re helping people, too.”

“You heard what the old lady said earlier, right? The beasts didn’t attack those ships,” Scott stared at the floor and clenched his fists. “Maybe it’d be best if you left them alone.” He relaxed his hands, whispering his statement.

Martyn snapped. He stomped his foot on the ground and raised his voice, “Are you insane?! Leave them alone?!” Scott flinched. The canary chirped angrily at Martyn before nuzzling Scott. The ginger narrowed his eyes. Martyn blinked. He lowered his head, reaching his hand out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

Scott swatted Martyn’s hand away. Scott sighed, “No, no. Your reaction is understandable. Forget I said anything,” he looked back at Martyn. “The sea is as deep as the skies are vast. You may not know everything there is to what lies beneath.”

The two of them were caught in a staring match, Martyn wasn’t sure what to say and Scott wasn’t speaking at all.

Martyn didn’t know how many agonizing seconds or minutes it took for Scott to speak.

“Promise me something, hunter.” Scott looked at Martyn’s hands.

Martyn nodded, “Anything.”

Scott looked up at Martyn, holding one of his hands in a tight grip, “Promise me you’ll come back alive.”

“I promise I will. I’ll make you proud, too.” Martyn smiled, but Scott didn’t smile back, releasing his hold on the blonde. Was it a look of neutrality? Disbelief?

…Disappointment?

“We’ll see about that,” Scott turned and walked off the ramp, passing Cleo as she glanced at him and Martyn. She raised an eyebrow, Martyn looked away. Scott raised his voice, a smile on his face, “Goodluck, everyone. Stay alive out there.” He left, not turning back.

Scott seemed awfully distant, Martyn felt a piece of him crack.

Martyn shook his head. He had to get back to work.

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