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dukeofriven · 9 months
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So I haven't watched Spy Kids for probably 20 years? It came out in 2001, I never saw in theatres, but my stepbrother had it on VHS. I remember watching it several times when my step-mum and father first started dating but never after they moved into a house together, which I think cannot have been any later than 2003. The podcast How Did This Get Made just got me to watch 2004's Sleepover staring Spy Kids' Alex Vega, and it had me going 'man, I should rewatch Spy Kids, a film I used to love—hell I should watch all the Spy Kids movies because I've only ever seen the first and Robert Rodriguez is a director whose work I want to dive into' and since its 2023, with a little bit of effort I can easily do that. (Also, I always thought, based on a vague knowledge of their similar poster design, that Spy Kids 3D and The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl were the same movie, but apparently not! Also, Sharkboy et al. had a 2021 sequel? That was popular? And is getting its own sequel? Will have to investigate.) Thoughts on the opening ten minutes of my Spy Kids rewatch:
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This production logo is so ugly it causes me physical pain. I hate this boy with his Kate Moss arms (Miraculous Ladybug arms, for you youngsters out there), his ugly beanie, and unbearable smirk.
Also, the telecine weave on the production logos is very noticeable, they're bouncing all over the place and it got me idly musing as to when more modern image stabilization techniques simply took that away. Not that we really noticed in 2001 because even with auto-tracking, gate-weave and other playback artifacts were just accepted as a given on your eight hundred pound convex CRT TV with 480 Ps of resolution that output enough radiation to kill grandma with a Jeopardy marathon. Do young people know about VHS tracking, auto or otherwise? Does the above paragraph make any sense to them at all? Do they know the pleasures of laying your hand on a still-warm television screen and having your whole body shiver as the static discharge runs through your unresistant flesh? Kids today with their big pants and their blue-tooth hula-hoops and their fancy PSPs just can't understand.
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The opening shot of the movie is so under-exposed (or, more likely, over-exposed and then over-corrected in post) that Rodiguez's 'written and directed' credit is unreadable. You can see its blur to the right of the red 'FILM' there. It's so bad I thought there was something wrong with my copy so I... uh... found a new copy with a larger file size and it turns out that, nope, it actually just looks like that. Even in fancy 1080p this is just a terrible ærial shot. There's some fantastic shots and cuts in this film so to open with such a stinker is bizarre. Was it bad coverage that day, only one good shot in the can, did somebody fuck-up the film in the lab? I am curious.
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Carla Gugino is so cute in this movie it's criminal. Not to be a lesbian but oh my god oh my fucking god. 12 year-old me was all about Carmen but adult me just wants 90 straight minutes of Carla Gugino in casualwear wandering around her lovely home smiling coyly. I would buy a BluRay player to own that movie on BluRay. I'd not picked-up that she played the mom on The Haunting of Hill House because she had long styled hair instead of this absolutely flawless textured pixie cut. 10/10, no notes.
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I would like to spend an hour talking about the incredible tilework in that bathroom and nothing but the incredible tilework in that bathroom. I will update you if the film has any further shots of the incredible tilework in that bathroom but I fear it does not. As as an aside, kind of furious that this film was not more influential in the field of home decor. Two decades of effing shiplap and cold grey suburban blandness—what if we'd given up on bloated cookie cutter micro-mcmansion shitboxes and instead gone all-in on brightly coloured Andalusian rough plaster and stonework? What if we all had great tilework in our bathrooms, like the kitchen sink in Howl's Moving Castle?
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You know what I mean, you depraved tile nerds.
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I don't want you to think Antonio Banderas is not also a total smokeshow in this movie. Because boy howdy. He's a goddamn hunk.
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There's a four-second long shot of Banderas flicking this ring box along the coping of the Eiffel Tower balustrade, and all I can think of how hard it was to get to get that box to stay in a straight line, how completely frictionless the box must be (did he shellac it?), and if his marriage prospects would have been ruined had it—in all rational likelihood—gone flying off the railing and smashed into the Champs de Mars.
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You know you're in for a rollicking good time when the helicopter perfectly slices-off the stone heads of the two statues, but it's the padre giving the benediction while attack choppers go roaring over head that gives you chills.
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A particular shout-out to this lovely unnamed bridesmaid on the left here who not only takes 'putting a parachute on the bride' in stride but looks gleeful and fabulous doing it. Where's her movie?
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In 2001 we really thought computers were going to be cool and fun instead of machines that sold our personal lives to corporations and gave children crippling anxiety disorders.
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Carla Gugino has a track built into the floor so that her vanity-computer chair can slide backwards across the room so she can have face-to-face chats with her husband. From this we learn two things: 1) she does this so often she's automated it for maximum efficiency, and 2) Banderos, in an ordinary desk chair, never attempts (or knows better than to attempt?) the reverse. To be continued?
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So i saw the one with Sanzu, where he has an omega mate and kids and i was thinking if you could do that but the male reader is in his 9 month and close to due date and maybe called his alpha because his water broke
(With Ran and Rindou there my favorite also can be together or not you decide)
Sorry if my grammar is bad because it is.
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If it wasn't for auto correct my spelling would be tragic, I type reaaally fast so it's nonsensical half the time
And what do you mean by the haitanis being together?
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(Name)s due date was close.
Like scarily close.
And Sanzu was across the city at a shitty dinner party with people whom he personally wanted to beat the shit out of...all they spoke about was nothing, just ass kissing to get in Bontens favor.
The Alpha was antsy as his phone was on full sound and everything as Ran and Rindō looked at him with curiosity "why so stressed pinky?" Rindō asked as he ate from the vegetable platters on a large table nearby and Sanzu was just teetering at the end of his rope "I'm fine, let's just get this shit over with." His voice clipped and stressed as both haitanis gave him a raised eyebrow but decided to not press on it as frankly they didn't care enough.
The night continued as some Omega tried to woo the Bonten second who just stared at her with a cold blank expression as the Haitanis tried to get with two millionaire Omegan heirs who were very into it when Sanzu felt his phone vibrate.
Two missed calls from (name)
"Shit--" Sanzu stepped out and away from the crowd and called his mate who was frantic to say the least "alpha?!" "Baby what's wrong!" Sanzu said worried as the sound of (name) groaning in pain rang through the speaker "baby is coming, I-I called my parents to watch the pups but I need to get to the hospital, I-I called an ambulance please get here--fuck!"
Sanzu was frantic as (name) hung up to presumably call an ambulance and the Alpha marched into the building and towards the elder Haitani "I need your keys" the three ride shared as they were all at Bonten headquarters before this, an oversight now that Sanzu thought about it "oh? Why? How are we supposed to get home?"
"Don't care, (name)s in labor and I need to get to him"
"Oh? Your angel is in labor? Come now rinny! Lets go get this daddy to his mate!" Ran was being a complete dick as the slightly drunk man walked to the entrance, the two following "I'm not letting your drunk ass drive us" Rindō said as they stepped out and took the keys from the valet before Ran could and the three got into the expensive car "university of Tokyo hospital. Go."
The three drove there in record time, the three being led to the vip area where (name)s cries could be heard as Sanzu ran into the room where (name) lay, not quite ready to give birth but he was getting there "H-haru!" (Name) cried out as Sanzu went to his mates side "I'm never letting you fuck me agaaah!" Another contraction rolled through, poor (name) crushing his mates hand in pain "the contractions are getting closer, Mr. Haruchiyo I believe it's time to start pushing" the doctor said as he and the nurses began preparing for a birth.
Six hours.
Six hours and a healthy baby girl came into the world, resting on her dams chest as Sanzu spoke so softly to his mate "you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you... Look at how beautiful she is"
"You two have visitors, are you willing to see them at this moment?" A nurse asked gently and (name) nodded as Sanzu gently took his pup and bursting in was their sons, (name)s parents and surprisingly the haitanis "what the fuck are you two doing here" "language Haru..." (Name) mumbled as Rindō stuck his tongue out to Sanzu "and miss our god kids birth? Absolutely not" ran said confidently and Sanzu looked disgusted at the thought "you're not his god dad, either of you"
"Then uncles"
"Absolutely not"
"Uncle ran and uncle Rindō sound nice" (name) murmured teasingly as his two pups crawled up into the bed to cuddle (name) "don't entertain them..." Sanzu said turning to look at his family "you two, this is your baby sister take care of her yeah?" Sanzu said with a weird amount of softness to his sons who looked at the sleeping pup who was eventually passed to (name)s parents and somehow the haitanis.
When everyone eventually left and it was just the two and their newborn Sanzu watched him feed their baby before Sanzu took the pup back "now sleep Omega, I will be here with pup" Sanzu said gently and watched the love of his life fall asleep.
Life was good for sanzu, better than he deserved.
But he wouldn't exchange it for anything.
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ohyoufool · 9 months
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I love supporting journalism but NYT is paywalled and we all need some GOOD NEW QUEER COMICS so posting the full article under the read more!
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By George Gene Gustines
June 9, 2023
‘The Dog Knight’
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Frankie Jude Bryant is a nonbinary middle school student who is dealing with identity, the usual academic challenges and, oh yes, trying to become the Dog Knight, a champion for humans and canines. Despite the presence of magical talking pooches, this journey of heroism and self-discovery feels grounded thanks to captions that get into the head of Frankie, who prefers they/them pronouns. On the first page, they think, “Do you ever feel like you don’t make sense?” Later, Frankie muses about their frenemy Dallas, who misgenders them: “She gets it wrong on purpose just to make a big deal about correcting it.” And when Frankie finds their tribe, “For the first time in a long time, I look in the mirror and I don’t feel a pain in the pit of my stomach.” Written by Jeremy Whitley, drawn by Bre Indigo and colored by Melissa Capriglione.
‘Marry Me a Little: A Graphic Memoir’
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The cartoonist Rob Kirby chronicles his 2013 march down the aisle in Minnesota with his longtime partner, John Capecci. The story highlights where gay marriage stood at the time (each state was making its own rules before same-sex unions became the law of the land in 2015) and looks back at Jack Baker and Michael McConnell, who somehow were able to obtain a marriage license in Minneapolis in 1971. The personal recollections are powerful and honest: Rob remembers when he first casually used the word “husband,” which felt like “a small but genuine political act.” He also acknowledges the white, middle-class privilege that allowed him ambivalence about getting married. His ultimate conclusion: “Marriage does not define a relationship. Unless you want it to.”
‘Gatsby’
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The messages of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” — about social status, love and chasing dreams — are revisited in the present with a racially and sexually diverse set of characters in their 20s. Gatsby is a Black tech millionaire looking for a love who got away, and Lu Zhao, the stand-in for Nick Carraway, is visiting from Singapore and summering on Long Island (where a $5,000-plus afternoon shopping spree highlights the casual wealth). The main characters are refreshingly blasé about their sexuality: Lu’s girlfriend, Alexis, asks, “How do you identify?” But Lu’s answer does not really matter as Alexis says, “I love being on this journey with you. I’m here for you no matter what.” Written by Jeremy Holt, drawn by Felipe Cunha and colored by Dearbhla Kelly. 
‘Hex Americana’
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The cartoonist Bree Wolf spins a tale about auto racing, teen romance, monsters and ghosts. Flesh-and-blood Ken forms an unlikely alliance with Dante, who died in a previous race and haunts his car as a ghost. A successful partnership will allow Ken to compete in the annual Grand Prix and help Dante move on to the afterlife. The more than 300-page story packs in a lot of character growth, action, flashbacks and drama. The relationship between Ken and Karen, his mother, is particularly nuanced. Karen is supportive of her son, who is gay, but she struggles with how to correct her overbearing friend James when he makes thoughtless jokes about Ken. (Iron Circus Comics. Aug. 30.)
‘Death Drop: Drag Assassin’
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The Gayborhood, as it is called in this five-part series, has seen better days. Thugs feel empowered to assault young gay men, and a drag queen named Lunaira has gone missing from the club Posterior Delusions. Residents have little faith in the local police. Enter Death Drop, a former hit man and current drag queen, who is pushed by Mother Henny, the hostess of the club, to find Lunaira. “She’s a queen of color who has been missing for more than two days,” Mother Henny says. “You do the math.” It helps that Death Drop and Mother Henny used to date. Let the investigation begin. Written by David Hazan and drawn and colored by Alex Moore. (Scout Comics. June 14.)
‘Turtle Bread’
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Kim-Joy, a British baker and cookbook writer, teams up with the artist Alti Firmansyah for this story about Yan, who is struggling with low self-esteem and social anxiety. When Yan finds a local baking club, she is plagued by doubts about whether she will fit in or be liked, but she soon learns that everyone struggles in different ways. Yan eventually becomes confident enough to rally the club members to seek out and support one of their fellow bakers who needs it. Yan would qualify as an ally, but there are characters with significant roles in the story who are gay and lesbian. And there are recipes, including one that gives this story its title. (Comixology Originals. Available now.)
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Would you be willing to write a kiba x make ready with fluff and maybe some smut 💙💙
I assume this was supposed to say male reader and auto correct said ✨no✨
I know this said maybe some smut but it kinda got away from me and went full horny. So enjoy this fluff appetizer with a fine meal containing some rough sex on a countertop.
18+ NSFW. Kiba/Male!Reader. Tob!Kiba. Bottom!Reader. Some fluff followed by spontaneous sex. Kitchen sex. Countertop sex. Rough. Creampie. Both characters are over 18 I feel I gotta disclose that when writing for the younger gen characters.
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This is quite unexpected. When you invited Kiba over it wasn’t supposed to be anything other than to.. maybe feel things out? Get over the awkward phase of a new relationship by laying things out on the table and talking about it so it can get on into the much more comfortable stage of dating.
Kiba has been rather nice so far. Kind. Bold. He challenges you to get involved where you normally don’t. Like playing games with his friends or even learning a ninja art. He lets you play with Akamaru and even let you ride the huge dog like a horse. The whole time he was behind you to guide his pup around. So close behind you. His hands on your hips. His lips against your ear. That’s when you knew you were in trouble. You like him a whole lot and wanted to take this a little slow. At the same time you can’t get enough of him.
Alas…
Here you are. The dog boy is making out with you in your kitchen. Maybe it’s a shinobi thing. More likely it’s just a Kiba thing. He’s not overtly patient. He’s keen to get things over with. Before today you haven’t even kissed him. Now you are holding onto his jacket with your ass pressed against the countertop. His hips against yours. His mouth devouring yours in hard demanding kisses that dominated you.
“Kiba!..” You could get out occasionally between them.
A firm squeeze to your ass informed you of how he loved hearing it. Kiba pushed you down flat against the counter and his hand undid the button of your pants. He can’t wait any longer. He has to see more of you. You groan when the tight prison of your pants was loosened. He pulled your shirt off too and grins at the sight.
“You look so cute all flustered like this.” Kiba compliments. “I think we’re going to make a great couple!”
“Kiba! Touch me please!” You beg.
Kiba quickly and roughly pulled your right leg out of your pants and let the article of clothing slide down your other leg without a care. With one free of the confinements he could spread you wide and stand comfortably in between. He forced his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them and run your tongue over every inch he gave you. As a reward his other hand rubbed your stiffening cock.
“You’d make a good puppy! Playful but still obedient to your master.” He teases you.
“Mmm!”
Kiba pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He wasted no time pressing them against your asshole. He was slow to push one in. But he’s riled you up so much your ass was eager to accept it. He added the second and could easily pump them in and out of you in a few short moments.
“Oh… so eager.” He notes with a smile.
You whine. Kiba bends over and his lips rest on the head of your cock. He laps at it but refuses to put it in his mouth. Which he knows you desperately want. His palm gently massages your balls as he holds the base. You can’t control yourself, moaning and crying out in pleasure as he draws out what you really want.
“I thought you said we should take things slow?” He asks.
“I-I don’t care anymore about that! Fuck me!”
Well if you insist! Kiba pulled back leaving you writhing and begging for him. Your cock leaking cum. Your hands running along your body with the desire to touch yourself but resisting it in anticipation. He pulls his pants down and lines up.
“Ah!! Nn!” You cry out.
It’s a tad painful with no lube other than a little spit. But he got it inside of you. You are full but far from satisfied. Kiba grips your hips so hard his nails dig into your skin. Most of his family is brash and proactive and he’s no exception. The frantic desperate begging you were giving certainly egged him on too. He fucks you fast.
It’s everything your body was craving! Your head throws back with a throaty wail as he fucks you hard. His cock ramming your insides and pulverizing your prostate. You couldn’t even adjust as he flipped you over. Your face hit the counter and you barely manage to find the edge to grip onto. Your feet barely reached the floor.
You let your top half rest on the hard surface. What else can you do? You take the full brunt of Kiba’s unrelenting stamina. He bends over you. His hand found yours and held it. His tongue lapped over your ear. Kisses are laid all over your shoulder and neck.
A firm grip wraps around your neglected cock. He jerks you off to a complimentary beat to his thrusts.
“I’m close! I want you to finish with me!” Kiba whispers into your ear.
“Kiba!”
He groans. You didn’t think it possible but he sped up. His fingers intertwined with yours. You quiver as the pleasure builds and builds like a winding coil in your body. With barely any room to breathe the pressure feels intense enough to implode.
Kiba inhales between clenched teeth. You’ve clenched up a bit as it hit you. You squeeze his cock in a tight wonderful fit so damn good he doesn’t want to leave it to thrust again. He grinds into you and focuses on how fucking hot it makes you. Your scent is intoxicating with the mix of sex and sweat. Your short breaths and gasps. Hot thick ropes of cum decorates his fingers and the cupboards. He growls your name and is overwhelmed with bliss.
It’s still for a few moments. Neither you nor him wanted the high to end. Eventually it did. It sucked. You quivered and whimpered. Kiba pulled his spend dick out of you. A moment later you feel his cum trail out of you, following the curve of your ass and down your thighs.
After taking all that you are barely articulate enough to sit upright. It hurts as Kiba rolled you over and supported you against the countertop. Your ass didn’t appreciate the pressure against it. He moves in quickly to make up for it. His lips are against yours again.
You wrap your arms around him and kiss him. Kiba holds you tightly in turn. He won’t let you go.
Not for a long long time.
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Again and Again
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52607677
Companion piece to Again and this time Ilmo experiences some déjà vu.
Drabble below as well
The night seemed to be endless. It just kept fucking going and going. And yet at the same time it felt like the world had frozen in time. After Jaakko’s body had hit the ground it was over. Ilmo could only watch in terror, like watching a train crash he couldn’t stop. As soon as the cell doors were opened, he had ran over to the adjacent cell and crashed down at his brother’s lifeless body. He bent over, cradled Jaakko and cried and cried and cried until his face was no longer wet with tears nor blood. On auto-pilot, he had covered his brother’s face. In his hands now, Jaakko’s beanie. The one he had gifted him many years ago. The one, Jaakko was inseparable from since then. Ilmo’s fingers fidgeted with the soft fabric, a nail got stuck in a thread of wool. He cursed God, he cursed the writer, he cursed himself. The world, now blackened forever. More sobs came out of the surviving Koskela brother. Ilmo held the beanie to his face, letting fresh tears flow into the material. He squeezed his eyes shut and wondered if maybe that would make everything alright. For a brief moment, he wondered if he could hear Jaakko call out for him or if he was already losing it.
A firm hand on his shoulder, jolts him awake. Ilmo blinks with his eyes and has to adjust to the sudden brightness of the scenery.  “Earth to Ilmo. Hello, earth to Ilmo?!” A familiar voice is calling his name. Ilmo’s eyes widen when he sees Jaakko stand in front of him. In the flesh, alive. There’s a lump in Ilmo’s throat. He can’t speak. If he does, he might spill the painful truth to a seemingly blissfully unaware Jaakko. Jaakko. He bites his lower lip until he tastes iron. His older brother is giving him a puzzled, even frustrated look. “Ilmo? What’s gotten into you?” Before Jaakko can see the tears form in his eyes, Ilmo bridges the distance between them and hugs him. Tightly. Not letting go. Never letting go again.
 “Ilmo?” Jaakko repeats in a softer tone.
The younger brother gets his fists full of the leather jacket that’s now totally fine. Not splattered in blood at al. Not worn by that monster. Was it all just a dream? “I’m just… glad you’re alive,” Ilmo manages to say under a shaky breath. He can feel Jaakko chuckle by the way his shoulders shake.
 “Eh…Yes I am?” Jaakko slowly pushes Ilmo off of him and makes him look into his eyes. They’re full of life and innocence. Ilmo throws a look at the calendar that’s pinned to their fridge. It’s no longer September the 14th. In fact, it’s a day earlier. The unlucky number burns into the younger Koskela’s brain like a whiplash. The interrogation, the storming of the lodge, trying to capture and kill the writer and then… Oh god, no. No, no, no, no, no.Ilmo takes a few steps back. His head is spinning. He’s nauseous. He wants to throw up but his stomach is empty. He barely registered his brother sitting him down. “You’re not looking well. Maybe you should rest today.” As if they’re in two different dimensions, Ilmo glares at Jaakko. “I can go to Coffee World on my own.”
 “No!” Ilmo exclaims, jumping back up. “No, I mean… I’ll go with you. I’m fine.” He’s lying. He’s clearly not fine. Jaakko had been brutally murdered just minutes ago or so it had felt. And now they’re back at the beginning of the day. Ilmo readjusts his cap, takes a deep breath and exhales. He nods, convincing himself: “I’ll go with you, brother. But can you please promise me something?”
 “What?” Jaakko remains confused.
“Please, whatever might happen today, don’t shit talk anybody. Okay?”
 “Okaay??” Jaakko hesitatingly replies.
Ilmo throws him a weak smile of fragile relief before heading out to Watery. If Ilmo’s suspicions are correct, then in a few hours they’ll be interrogated by the feds.
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lylalovescartoons · 7 months
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Sigma Naki gets a massage.
I hate the auto correct when it comes to "foreign" stuff.
⛔Warning!⛔
May make you feel uncomfortable.
(A beautiful female named Emily approached him after been called for this appointment.) Hello, Naki, Sir. I am going to be massaging your back today. Please report if you experience pain. 😊 (the woman smiled sweetly as sigkin lay down on his front. The lady applied Lube onto her hands.) Don't worry, this won't hurt you.😊 He sighed and lay down on the table
Sigma: Whatever you say…I guess, I guess I've never had a massage in many years….
Ah. Oh really? That's so sad. Everybody deserved to be loved 😔. (she gently massaged his back, being fairly rough but so tender at the same time. She carressed his back kneading her soft knuckles against him.) Ooh. Someone's very strong😳😊
(Sigma Naki sighed as his muscles relaxed, letting out a relieved groan.)
Sigma: Oh, god…That feels so good…I've literally never felt this good for so-so many years.
(he was beginning to fall asleep until he remembered what she said, he opened his eyes and looked at her)
Sigma: …Excuse me, did you say I deserve to be loved?
Emily: Yes, sir. Massages are meant to calm one down and relieve them of stress. It can even give the person the feeling of being loved, even to a shy introvert… (she said, then kneading her soft knuckles against his good-spot on his back where the wings would sprout during battle.)
(He groaned as his good-spot was massaged)
Sigma: Oh..Oh my god….you are the best masseuse I have ever seen in my life…This is…this is amazing..
(He chuckled shyly and blushed, he was becoming a bit overwhelmed by the sensation) Emily: Why, thank you😊. (she kneaded into it more, not really noticing his pants and moans getting heavier and actually louder.) 🎶🎶
(Sigma Naki blushed even more, but also enjoyed the sensations, he even started to blush a bit more.)
Sigma: Oh my god…I've been needing this for-for so long…My back feels so…so smooth and relieved…
(He started to sound a bit more like he was struggling to not moan or whine in bliss as he enjoyed her touch) (Emily then massaged right into his good-spot, kneading into his very sensitive areA. His whines and moans and groans made her realise he loved it so she continued. She didn't realise how much he loved it though, nor did she noticed his expressions.)
(He was completely overwhelmed by the sensations, he was trying to remain calm and maintain dignity but it was near impossible to do so…The massaging felt like he was in heaven, and he loved every single moment of it)
Sigma: Oooh…ooooh…Oohhhh..Hnngh…That's it…That's the spot…Ohhhhh…
(she smiled gently, deciding to massage into where each wing would sprout, not knowing that sigkin would be driven almost crazy by the sensation. It took a lot to him to not scream from pleasure.)
(Sigma couldn't hold it anymore, his resistance had been defeated by the pleasuring sensations, he finally gave up and screamed from the waves of pleasure that she had finally given him after so long of being deprived from it, it was as though he was finally being given what he deserved, he had tears in his eyes.)
Sigma: Hn-Hnngh, Oh my god…T--That feels incredible…Oh my god… Emily: Oh! Oh, my!
(she got a tissue for him. And gently wiped the drool from his mouth, after gently wiping the tears that were dripped down his cheek.)
(He caught his breath, still experiencing the after-effects of the intense massaging, but then he turned back to face her to say the words he needed to.)
Sigma:Thank…thank for relieving me of all of that stress…that was so incredibly relieving…I mean it…You are the best masseuse I've ever met and…and this might be even more relieving than the last time I had a massage many years ago…
(He blushed deeply, still trying to catch his breath)
Sigma: I think I'll call you again....(He said sleepily)
*took me 20 minutes to write but I hope you enjoy💗*
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We’re doing music on this blog too now. Todays album:
Let Her Burn
By Rebecca Black
Rating 4/10. Maybe 3. TLDR: Overall the songs are mostly very short and all blend in just a little too much, I could play the entire album and almost not know when one songs ends and another begins. The lyrics are truly nothing to write home about. The production was very basic (assuming professional producers were hired), like there was no pushing the limits or actually trying to find something unique apart from some poorly executed tempo variations. Doe Eyed is probably the most well done, the production is tight, the lyrics are ok, vocals fine. I’d give this album a skip. If you’re really into keeping up with celebrities and want to know all about RB then I reckon just read the lyrics and you’ll be fine? FYI this mini review is only focussing on the tracks, I’m not sending any negativity toward RB the person.
1. “Erase You” - This one might grow on me? It’s very basic though. Terribly basic. I totally get the appeal some gays might have to it, it’s very “typical long bass with higher freq synth arpeggiations”, which I think is the reason ‘Into You’ (Ariana grande) was so popular with the white American gays. The vocals are lacking for the style she’s apparently trying to go for. But she definitely can sing, if there’s any pitch correction it’s hardly noticeable (except for where they intentionally went for an auto-tuney effect).
2. “Destroy Me” - not a big fan of this one. Sounds like something grimes would’ve written/produced back in the mid 2010’s. Actually song 1 also sounds like something from the producers of Grimes earlier songs. The lyrics are honestly.. they sound like something a very young musician would’ve written. The (Amen Break?) is not doing anything for this track, it’s a great rhythm dgmw, but I would’ve gone for something else because it’s clashing too much and not helping achieve whatever serious vibe I think they were going for?? Again her vocals are ok, in the times there’s less background sounds that take away from them.
3. “Misery Loves Company” - overproduced, but somehow underproduced at the same time. Way too many conflicting layers. The descending drone thing is really clashing with those fat juicy chords, and other elements sound like they’re just being added to account for an emptiness that would’ve been better left alone. Again the lyrics… “I got a graveyard of all the failed loves that I’ve paid in blood” :\ it sounds like the only effort put into this song was spent on the chorus.
4. “Crumbs” - catchy actually. So far this is the only song with time synced lyrics. There’s a high pitched static noise that comes frequently (again when you’re just trying to add little pieces you end up with way too much noise) and it’s physically painful, it doesn’t serve the track, the way it’s currently being used. I would’ve used it maybe during just certain sections of the song, novelty is also nice. The “bad bad bad bad bad” (refrain?) is just.. man I don’t even know. It sounds like a first year arts major was experimenting in a new DAW. It’s so jarring, it comes out of nowhere and then we just go back into the normal bop vibe.
5. “Doe Eyed” - oh I like the way this one was done. Oh yes. Someone fucked up though. From around 13 seconds in, “maybe you (weird fast forward) feel the same”, I thought it was the connection to my headphones but nah. Ignoring who RB is as a person (as far as I know, which isn’t a lot), this track is tight, and consistent. The lyrics are mostly pretty good, the production is nice and simple, there are less ‘beat experiments’, whatever they add (in terms of layering etc) fits well and really helps pace the track and give it a direction. Not a fan, but this track is pretty well done.
6. “Sick To My Stomach” - oh yay more time synced lyrics. *sigh*. It’s just safe. Some of the previous songs at least tried something (even though it probably could’ve been implemented better), but this just… some “ooh ooh” background vocals, simple synths and bass. It feels like I’m drinking room temperature water that’s been left out for a few days.
7. “What Am I Gonna Do With You” - weak lyrics. Things like “why don’t you slip inside .. my mind .. if you can find your way out I promise there’ll be a prize” it comes off as if she’s singing for a carnival but she doesn’t know it. Ok production though, mostly. But again it’s just the standard drums, guitar, some vocal stacking. This song could not exist and it wouldn’t do anything to the album.
8. “Cry Hard Enough” - interesting vox. Ok.. ok…. I swear to god that’s the Amen Break again.. or modified at least. Yea this is nicely done I like this track I’ll probably give it another listen. When they repeat the chorus though there’s too much occupying the same frequency range as her vocals though it kinda takes away. I think filling out maybe the bass a bit more would’ve served it better. Ugh but then again the lyrics bring it down it sounds like parts of it were written by a wannabe YA author “the thought of myself FEELING broken makes my heart sink and I FEEL small. As though I’m stranded in an airport (?????) I really thought that you should know”. Um.
9. “Look At You” - More TSL. Sounds like the previous songs. Actually all of them sound the same.. Nice vocals in this one though. Oh nice synths, very Stranger Things. It sounds like this was produced by whoever did that flash in the pan girl “I got my drivers license yesterday, just like you said we would” etc. It seems like that’s the vibe they’re trying to go for, but there’s elements which pull it in other directions completely. Very nice outro piano.
10. “Performer” - “I’m a performer (guitar strumming) got myself cornered”. Girl what. Oh hey Lauren Aquilina helped with this too, you should check out some of her songs they’re really neat. Oh no this song is really not it. I completely understand that many songwriters use this medium to relay what they’d write in their personal diaries, but a truly talented and skilled artist is able to transform their diary entries into powerful songs. This is not that. This is like someone giving a powerpoint presentation and reading every single word off the slide behind them. God it ends so abruptly, there was no variation (mainly vocally), it felt like the same one line being sung for 3 minutes.
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1:32 am pdt 28 Jan u ary 2023 Saturday 🪐
The neighbor is playing music 🎼 loud again it’s got a booming loud bass speaker 🔊 it’s providing very dramatic 🎭 background sound as if I were in a thriller movie 🎥 like Jurassic park. 1:36 am pdt I had very strong painful cramps when I woke up after midnight 🕛. More diarrhea. Mom gave me medicine from the hospital 🏥 but it feels a little painful to drink. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if it’s the medicine or the incubus. 1:38 am pdt I drank it b4 midnight 🕛 b4 falling asleep 😴 I think 🤔 getting difficult 😞 2 remember. Need to write ✍️ it down next time. But I probably won’t take it again. 1:39 am pdt
tired. And hot flash. Exhaling hot 🥵 air. Nothing feels hot 🥵 on the surface. It might be inside closer to the lungs 🫁. 😞😖😭😫 ow my left ear 👂. Incubus wants me paranoid about the music. It’s more distant sounding this time than all the previous times. 1:42 am pdt maybe 🤔 the guy has a car 🚗 now and took it to his car 🚗???? 1:43 am pdt idk 🤷🏻‍♀️.
1:45 am pdt when I went to toilet 🚽 several minutes ago I saw 👀 something that looked like a vitamin I took b4 falling asleep 😴. 1:47 am pdt
1:47 am pdt I I saw 👀 in auto correct devil seven . Did not notice what was in the first square. Feels like he’s calling me those. 1:50 am pdt
29 Jan u ary 2023 Sunday ☀️ 12:12 pm pdt
HOT 🥵. My family doesn’t want me around. I have been too much trouble 4 them I guess all these years. From being too afraid 2 get a job when I was 16 years old and chatting online... and when I was 9 years old? I wasn’t understanding of my mom using my birthday 🎂 money from my grandparents to buy a microwave which I complained 2 my dad and it seemed 2 open a can of worms 🪱 I guess with my dad. I think 🤔 he might have used it as a reason 2 take my mom 2 court. I don’t know how that makes any sense to him 2 do that in retrospect. Maybe 🤔 my mom made more money 💰 than she let on and did not need 2 spend my birthday money 💰 (butt cheeks flesh PAIN 😖😭😖😭😤🥵😤🥵) I felt guilty about that for years. When my sister was in middle school 🏫 and I was in high school 🏫 my mom told her 2 ask me 4 money 💰 2 buy yearbooks. I think I took it from my own money 💰 I saved from dad. Usually dad gave equally to both of us? I think? So she could have easily bought it herself if she saved it. She went out with friends a lot and I usually stayed home 🏠. 12:21 pm pdt so she probably spent it then. From 2011- almost end of 2012 I didn’t go out often 4 fun. I had little time outside. 12:27 pm pdt my aunt is acting crazy to me for barricading the door 🚪 to make it more difficult for incubus to come in. She’s telling me I’m powerful and stubborn and telling me to pay the rent. I couldn’t breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ since 2019 but everyone ignored me. I was crawling on the floor when I had difficulty breathing in 2019/2020. She’s behaving like this after I confided in her about Scott. Same thing happened when I confided in my cousin. They both turned against me. 12:31 pm pdt
12:34 pm pdt my friend double checked her messages to Jane page Herman. It looks like Jane didn’t feel comfortable answering any questions and blocked her. It looks like incubus tormented Jane, too. 12:35 pm pdt
12:41 pm pdt incubus tore down my bones 🦴 a lot. My body looks very unattractive and absurd. I once thought 💭 I was falling in love with a former classmate who found me on MySpace. We hung out with out becoming physically intimate. He allowed me to take photos of him for a class project on Halloween 🎃. We went out a few times to eat. There was a moment I was ridiculously? Happy. I question now if it was natural. But he is a really nice guy. He feels like a safe person. And sometimes I wonder 💭 if I had committed to him if I would be happy now. When I decided to stop 🛑 seeing him I felt love 💕 sick in bed 🛌. 12:48 pm pdt oh I felt pain and difficulty breathing my thoughts 💭 lost the train 🚂. I asked once both mom and sister if I should marry him when he was in his way to pick me up 🆙 to go out to eat. I don’t remember him saying if it was a date and I didn’t say it was a date, but after I asked that, he arrived wearing a tie. 12:51 pm pdt shamefully, I didn’t think I could commit bcz I wasn’t attracted to him the way he was, but it didn’t stop 🛑 me from hanging out with him. I like having platonic? Friendships with guys - nice, fun guys; and if I wasn’t very attracted to them it made it easier to hang out with them for clean fun bcz of my curses. I once played drums 🪘 with drummers and I got a good beat going and we played together. When I was 11 years old and got kicked out of a bedroom for the way I played with Barbie dolls (I took something I should not have) I was kindly told to play video games with the stepbrother, and I think that was probably more fun than the Barbie dolls, and I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if he was pretending to have fun with me, but he begged me to play video games more. 12:58 pm pdt my ex and I watched anime together in his bedroom a lot, bcz it was what he wanted to do 😅 and then 2015 I was hooked on inuyasha, and after the breakup I marathon watched sailor moon 🌙 he gave me while I waited out my bleeding 🩸 nose 👃 that easily broke open every day that summer. 1 pm I have a lot of cramps diarrhea pain ever since she unbarricaded that door and I haven’t rebarricaded it. 1:01 pm pdt the incubus makes me hotter 🥵 than I ever been in my life. I don’t think it’s necessary to make me this hot 🥵 I feel like I’m going to die from the heat. I’ve been living in hot apartments all my life. Rarely I use air conditioning yet my mom gave my sister money 💰 to buy an air conditioner but she won’t buy one for us. 1:03 pm pdt
1:04 pm pdt 1:07 pm pdt heart pain incubus has intentions to kill me. I noticed yesterday my right eye looks a little dark as if it’s been bruised. What it is though is he’s been scratching the inside, the white part. 1:10 pm pdt I think he’s giving me the run around and the ring of fire. It burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire 🎶🎼🎵🎤 1:11 pm pdt
Bcz I was shy and probably bcz of chronic eczema and a lot of head trauma, it was difficult for me 2 interact with a lot of people. Usually i got a little more comfortable with specific types of people but I won’t say what types here. From ≈2010 I relied more and more on my mom. She didn’t like me relying on her. When we visited my sister in New York after she had the baby, my mom told me to go out by myself to find more food. And when we were out together sometimes she was stingy even though it was my money. At the airport I wanted more than 1 slice of pizza, but she wouldn’t ask 4 me for more than 1 slice. And then I let her have the chair at the table and then people ran to me to give me chairs. I typed this in (chest getting hot exhaling HOT air 1:19 pm pdt). I don’t know why everyone was being mean to me including incubus. 1:20 pm pdt my eczema (and probably my head trauma ) made living in my body feel like a torture chamber I could never escape. 1:21 pm pdt 1:22 pm pdt. I remember once we shared a large? Pizza with my cousin when she was 9 years old. She wanted 2 eat half of it by herself. I told her she had to share and that I wanted a slice of the other toppings and she could have a slice of the other topping combination. She didn’t want it bcz it was vegetarian? And claimed she got diarrhea from eating vegetables. I think bcz of this I suggested that her dad take her to dinner b4 bringing her to our place. After that happened she bragged she ate a whole big pizza by herself. It probably wasn’t long after this? That she punched me very strongly in the head and my performance capabilities started 2 decline at work. 1:27 pm pdt
1:30 pm pdt when I was about 4 years old I borrowed a girl’s (neighbor) Barbie doll clothing without asking. But always had the intentions of returning all the clothing and I did. She noticed probably but didn’t like it probably bcz I didn’t ask and stopped playing with me. 1:32 pm pdt
1:37 pm pdt I started watching sailor moon when I was in middle school grade 7. I try to learn how to use the vcr to record it so I don’t miss it. 1:38 pm pdt heart pains 1:39 pm pdt
1:40 pm pdt on the phone after we were home from our trip to New York I told my sis I lost a l lot of weight during our visitation there. She tells me maybe I wasn’t a walking enough b4, and when she’s telling this to me she sounds like she hates me. I probably wasn’t friendly enough to her during the trip but it was bcz probably mostly that I had a lot of shame and guilt about past stufff and was trying to distance myself from her to keep myself out of trouble, so I don’t accidentally do something or so people cannot blame me for future bad stuff. But b4 she got married? (Brain/skull pain 1:44) they visited us at my apartment and she’s extremely distant to me and avoids talking to me and being alone with me and I don’t know why. 1:46 pm pdt(she came for a friend’s dads funeral 1:51 pm pdt) incubus makes every one distant and mean to me? 1:46 pm pdt she had her kids after she got married. It’s ironic she told me I don’t walk enough, when I wore myself extremely thin that trip and did 3 seasons of running sports. Diarrhea cramps. 1:48 pm pdt
1:52 pm pdt I guess I’m too selfish and I suck. No one likes me. Incubus hates me. I feel it on the inside that I’m wicked and selfish. I feel I emit bad vibes like Elsa in frozen. mom’s best friend for Christmas 2002? I think she gave an Elsa photo frame with pink roses painted on. Rise rising risen rose 🌹🥀🏵 I’m probably going to lose my hips and pelvis bone now. Incubus is giving me a lot of diarrhea cramps painful for the past 2 hours that’s been going fast. 1:57 pm pdt
2:01 pm pdt one evening I stayed at work extra hours in the evening to get work done, and everyone else was going out for dinner. She decided to come into the office and meets my boss. She acts as if she’s disappointed that I’m not going out to dinner with them even though she seems 2 disrespect me and avoided me beforehand. 2:03 pm pdt there are times we talked on the phone and she would say she will talk to me more next time. Next time she’s on the phone she doesn’t seem to ask to talk to me. I don’t know if it’s my blunder. (Sometimes we have a nice time talking. I don’t remember if I was trying too hard like I usually do 2:08 pm pdt) 2:05 pm pdt there’s something I was. Going to type but cannot remember again. This happens all the time. 2:06 pm pdt I don’t think they are going to let me remember it this time. 2:06 pm pdt oh I remember now. 2:09 pm pdt about adnan. I think I didn’t learn until after my wrist was broken that my sister actually had a crush on him. I met adnan first I think bcz he was in my class. They combined 2nd and third grades into one class. He was 2nd grade and I was third. I remember he was in my group after I came back to school from having the chicken pox. 2:11 pm pdt they let me name our group when I returned. 2:12 pmpdt incubus is trying to trick me again. Too much is going on with my body to believe anything he promises is anything good for me. Bcz he keeps saying marriage, wedding, rings, but all I get is flamed until I feel like I’m dying. No thanks incubus, no false promises necessary 2:14 pm pdt my sister had said one thing to adnan that made him angry that I never said. And she innocently told me later that she was like “ I like playing with you, too” to adnan, and even though I no longer had a class with adnan after that year and completely forgot about him the following year, she blamed me that they couldn’t be together. I guess she didn’t care that he broke my wrist and likes someone who might become a future wife beater. 2:18 pm pdt she was able to see him while I was stuck inside with chickenpox. She gave him my drawing. I did make her promise though to not date anyone my age or older than me at that time. But we were too young to be dating? I don’t really remember keeping her from him, or him from her. She dated a guy 11 years older than her that she met days b4 turning 18 years old. She has a lot of power. My mom empowered her probably for along time. 2:22 pm pdt there were times she locked me out of the bedroom and my mom allowed it. When we moved to blossom hill I remember allowing her decorate the bedroom however she wanted to. She did sleep on the top bunk. Maybe she didn’t like that... it’s hard being in a weird divorced family. It’s weird bcz I think when we were kids we maybe used to argue about who would get the top bunk (2:57 pm pdt b4 we ever got a bunk bed ? Hypothetically? we talked in case we would get one?? 2:58 pm pdt) but I got the bottom bunk with the fold out futon. It actually wasn’t good for my back it was all bumpy. 2:27 pm pdt but I used that bed for many years. From 2000? To end of 2014? No it was ≈ 2012/2013. I think I easily forgot about that. 2:29 pm pdt my sister almost caught up to me in height when she was 6th grade. 2:30 pm pdt I gave my nice twin mattress to my friend. 2:31 pm pdt
3:02 pm pdt still cannot breathe. Coughed. Pain skull right front bone skull😖😭😖😭 I never punched anyone that I can recall but god incubus likes to get me punched in the head and ram my head into dense hard objects that are stainless steel? And dense wood? And it makes me pass out or almost pass out, and for years I feel like putting my head on people’s shoulders. I remember when my parents were still together once, when I’m probably 6 years old, my sister says she’s done with eating dinner and she said it sweetly. Yet she didn’t eat vegetables. I don’t want to eat vegetables either. She then says she wants ice cream and my dad gives it to her. I say I want ice cream, too, but he tells me to eat the vegetables. 3:08 pm pdt I screamed for the ice cream. 3:08 pm pdt
3:11 pm pdt I remember finding drawings my sister did that illustrated our mom was dying of debt. I’m trying to recall if I added to that grief. Shortly after those drawings she transferred to New York to go to an expensive art college on loans, and maybe a partial scholarship? I don’t recall it covering everything bcz I remember the loan payments were complained about and I think I remember a big number for the loans. I would have stayed at the coummunity college longer to figure out what I wanted to do but the grants were coming to an end. I did federal work study and was still very shy. When I applied to transfer to a 4 year I remember one of the teachers thought I would not be accepted at one of the colleges. Maybe bcz it’s really hard to get in, but I don’t recall. For some reason I felt probably a little pain? From the comment? Maybe he didn’t mean it that way. Maybe he didn’t intend for it to hurt. 3:20 pm pdt
============= going back to thinking about the twin who I felt unwelcomed by, I dont know if (heart pain) he intended to make me feel that way, or if he has an anxiety introversion problem. 3:22 pm pdt
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maybe the incubus did not like that I ate a lot of cookies or pizza when I was in middle school and high school. But my sister caught up to me and surpassed me in height anyway. I thought I remember not eating much 4 breakfast and lunch for years and so I sometimes was a little greedy around cookies and pizza. I don’t know if it was pure greed at this point bcz it was long time ago or if it was an addiction problem. There were a few times I didn’t pay someone in middle school back 4 ice cream. She was smaller than me and I don’t know what her financial situation was back then. In 8th grade ? I tried to help her on a drawing. She won the school’s mascot drawing competition and she took oil painting classes for her 8th grade project. I remember I made a lot of social mistakes. A lot of bad choices like that that probably made people not like me. 3:30 pm pdt in 2010 I thought about sending her a gift card but procrastinated on it. 3:31 pm pdt I remember I earned a lot of credit card rewards but it 99% expired b4 I thought about redeeming on one card. 3:33 pm pdt I still don’t know if I deserved all those head traumas though. In second grade I shared colored pencils and markers with the whole class. I don’t know if that’s who I really am. And even though I was jealous Of my sister I don’t really recall being very mean to her. We played Barbie dolls and video games and watched cartoons together? And we had to be well behaved while our mom slept b4 her work at the grocery store. I wasn’t perfect but I didn’t kill my sister. And I don’t remember hurting her? We shared a bedroom for @ least 18 years and she seemed to be idk maybe thriving? 3:39 pm pdt 3:41 pm pdt
9:42 pm pdt woke up to very bad acid burning feeling pain cramps in pelvis area. I don’t think me hitting her with a very thin Barbie cardboard box counts especially since she started crying b4 the box made impact. The box was about a foot above her head when she started crying. 9:45 pm pdt I am as probably still 8 years old. Wrote about it in an earlier post. 9:45 pm pdt
the incubus gas lights a lot = faking out. If you’re a real avid maroon 5/Adam Levine fan you will know what I’m talking about and why I say this. 9:47 pm pdt I’m so afraid of him wiping the memories of everyone of the things he’s lying of now. He already covered up his dove tattoo (9:48 urge toilet) which I read he got 6 days after 9/11/2001 bcz he was in New York when it happened. He was supposed to be going to classes in five towns college. I think he enrolled bcz it would be easy for him to earn credits. Why? Idk. 9:50 pm pdt
10:10 pm pdt I watched an interview that he took a cross country trip to get to Long Island New York. It might be true but I think he’s omitted something very important that I read probably 5+ years ago that he went with Jane Herman originally to New York because she was going to go to school there. Whether the oberlin stop over was true or not, prior to that I believe he probably went with her and chose to omit it? 10:13 pm pdt my friend tried asking questions to re-confirm what we read 5* years ago bcz we didn’t save the article and cannot find it anymore. If Jane page Herman is reading this, please know it appears you blocked my friend and left her questions unanswered. 10:16 pm pdt
10:24 pm pdt (pain right thigh bone? Flesh? 😖😭🥵😤🥵😤 near joint. Bleeding 🩸) 10:26 pm pdt on Friendster Brendan had girl friends I think I remember a Carly, collette, and a petite red head Katie who I think he wrote to saying she had moved like mj (probably Michael Jordan?) I think 🤔 I remember Carly put Brendan is a PIMP. Collete seemed to have a past affection (affectionate 11:08 pm pdt ) relationship? With him but they are still friends? Katie looks like she’s unrequited love 💕. 10:29 pm pdt a pimp, huh 🤔? 10:30 pm pdt on spokeo it showed that he lived at least once with a heather. And there might have been a Ryan?? I am trying to recall heather’s astrological sign 🪧. 10:32 pm pdt
11:08 pm pdt when I was 8/9 years old I thought 💭 I got diarrhea from Raisin Bran cereal 🥣 after I tried it again at my dad’s. It took a few days for me to think 🤔 this, but I also observed my dad ate the same cereal 🥣 straight out of the box 📦 with his hands 🙌 in the box 📦 but I didn’t make that connection until years later I think 🤔 about the hands 🙌 to the foods. And now it (brain stabbing pain 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵) it doesn’t matter anymore. 11:13 pm pdt
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Short Scene 20.1 (I love you more than my money!)
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Type Of Story: Short Scene, Continuous, Unfinished
Genre: Love, Romance, Drama
(#Author long Hiatus Notes: Please read previous previous scenes before this scene and heads up for awkward writing :3 I just get back to life!)
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At Takamina’s Luxury Condominium…
Around 2 PM….
“Haaiissskkkkk….Hiiskkkk.....”
As I said while trying to get myself up. I’m not sure, but I think, I was sleeping on the couch. My head feels really hurt. I hold hard on my head while still shutting my eyes tightly. Once, I’m sitting, I could feel that someone gets closer to me and hands me a glass of water. Without looking or asking, I quickly take the drink and drank it in one shot. Once I finished it, I put the glass beside me and slowly watching on the clock above the LED tv..
It's 2.05 PM…
I bet Jurina and Sae already went to their part-time work at the moment. I noticed that I’m wearing a singlet. I might remove my working shirt last night due to feeling really hot.
I’m slowly rubbing my forehead but then, suddenly someone grabs my right hand.
“It’s bleeding…”
Hearing the voice, I quickly move my head to my left side because I recognize this voice!
“Ehhh?!! Acchan?!! What are you doing in here?!!”
I got really surprised and widened my eyes…
“I mean…. How can you be in here?! How did you get in?!”
I corrected my words.
“Well… you don’t need to know how I get in here…. The thing is….Do you know how worried I am about you last night?”
As she asked while softly squeeze on my bleeding wound.
“Ahh!! Ittaii!!”
Half-shouted from my voice when feeling the pain. I tried to pull my hand from her but seems failed. She holds hard onto it. As I continued my words…
“How did you know that I’m here?!”
“It doesn’t matter Minami! Were you drunk last night?”
She asked.
“No…”
Short answer from me, making she cuts off my word,
“Liar! You called me last night! I could sense that you were drunk!”
“It doesn’t matter whether I'm drunk or not! Why do you want to be bothered about it?!”
I accidentally louder my voice while furiously standing up from my seat.
“Because I want to know the truth!”
As she said and this time, she’s also standing up from her place. She’s facing with me.
“Truth about what? Whether I’m drunk or not…?”
I asked with confused face.
“Truth about this….”
As she suddenly takes out her cellphone and play a voice call from her phone.
“I’m not okay, Atsuko….I love you so much… Why are you doing this to me…I cannot even hate you...shhh…”
“Fuck me….”
I accidentally mumbling when hearing the voice call. Then, she turns her view to me making me quickly deny on it.
“That is not me! I don’t even call you last night!”
“It was your number, Minami…. And it is your voice…. Your husky voice…”
She said while showing her phone screen to me. As she continued her words,
“You know… my phone has auto recording whenever someone called me. And I have a full conversation between you and me last night… you wanna hear it?”
Hearing her statement, making me quickly said,
“No thanks! I think there has a misunderstanding last night…”
“Ohh, really? So, you wanna say…. You wrongly confessed to me?”
“I don’t love you though…..”
Quick answer from me while turning my face to another side.
“Oh really?”
She asked in a curious tone.
“Yeah of course… who wanna love an arrogant, selfish rich lady…?”
I said with a mocking tone, making her talk back to me,
“What about the door lock password? Do you still want to deny it, Minami?”
“Please don’t be misunderstood, it was just random numbers! Why do you think I’m gonna use your birthday as my door password?!”
“I never said that number is my birthday date…”
Gosh! Now she really got me! Me and my foul mouth!
“Whatever…”
I quickly want to move my body from her, but then,
“Please let me treat your wound, the bandage needs to be changed!”
She’s suddenly grabbing my hand again. I could see the bandage is getting redder than before. She was right. My hand is bleeding again. I guess I slam the table too hard last night.
“It was nothing…. I can change it by myself. You can leave the house now. It’s making me have a headache to see your face again today…”
I said with a cold voice while pulling my hand from her.
“Do you hate me, Minami?”
Her voice is suddenly changing, and I can see her face is getting sad now.
“Ugh, you should leave. I’ll see you on Monday...”
I said in tiring voice. I don’t wanna answer her question. However, she’s on the other side still doesn’t want to leave.
“No, I won’t leave. I heard that Rena and Yukirin are staying here. So, I will be waiting for them to come back.”
“What?!”
As I replied in a shocked face. I continued my words,
“So you know this place from them?!”
“No…”
Short answer from her.
“Then how do you know I’m here? How do you know this place?!”
I asked with curious tone, making she’s slowly taking out something from her handbag.
“Someone gave me this…..”
She shows me an access card that is very similar with mine, which is Gold colour. That is so weird because I’m the only one who owns that card! The others only have black colour because it’s a copy card from my original card.
“How did you get my card?!”
I quickly searching my wallet inside my pants. I start searching my card in my wallet, but then,
“Ehhh?!! I still have my card with me! How did you get that card?!”
I’m feeling really shocked when knowing that she has another similar card with mine!
“You don’t need to know, Minami~”
As she said while grinning to me. She made that grin again! The crinkle nose grin! Oh my God, it’s so beautiful….
“I could guess that was from my mama, right…?”
With half open eyes, I’m saying to her. I knew whatever I do, wherever I went, my mom will be knowing about my activity. She always hired someone to spy on me. This started when the time Miyazawa-ojiisan’s incident. Urgh… that nightmare that making all of us still remember forever! I guess my mom knows this condo including the password. Tsk!
But then, she tried to change the topic,
“Can I help you change the bandage, Minami? It’s no use to chase me out from here. I won’t leave the house!”
“Urgh… fine! Just leave me alone after you change the bandage because I’m still having a hangover…”
My foul mouth again is always giving me trouble!
“I thought you said you are not drunk!”
Her voice sounds mad.
“Ahh…  where’s the first aid kit before… I thought I put here somewhere…”
I just ignore her words while faking searching the first aid kit in a drawer. She’s on the other side just watching my movement silently.
“Here, change it fast. No talking!”
I gave command to her while handing her the first aid kit. Hearing my command, we’re both sitting back again on the couch. She’s slowly unwrapping the bandage on my hand. I could see that there has cold blood around my wound. She keeps focusing on my hand while me on the other side, start focusing on her face down to her appearance.
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“She’s so beautiful today, as usual….”
I said in mind while keep watching on her body. She wears a simple silky blouse with knee-length skirt. And of course, she smells good. I really love her perfume. Smells mix berries fruity. It’s very soft smell and making me like wanna kiss her on her neck. I didn't realize nor feel about my hand anymore. Whether it hurts or not, I don’t feel it…
What do I feel right now is…
I want to nuzzle my face on her neck. I must be crazy because suddenly, I move my hand and flip her hair above her ear, revealing her beautiful neck besides me. Feeling my movement, she’s suddenly turning her view to me. I quickly ignore her views while faking feeling hurt in front of her,
“Ah, ittai!”
I could see that she had finished her job.
“Ah, gomen-ne.. is it hurt?”
She keeps squeezing my hand softly.
“Umm….not anymore..”
I just keep looking on my hand.
“You know what, Minami… I don’t like you to drink alone…”
She starts the conversation again.
“I was not drinking alone. I drink with my friends….”
I protested with her.
“Well… I don’t like you drink when I’m not beside you!”
She’s suddenly saying the word while moving her face closer to mine. We’re still sitting on the couch. That’s why she can get really close to me right now. I wonder why her sudden changing behavior. Before this, she was acting very cold towards me. But today… she seems different…
“I never drink at the outside you know…”
As I explained to her. Then, I continued my words,
“I will always drink at home, usually at our hideout place…”
“But I don’t like you to get drunk in front of other people. I don’t like you to act weird in front of them when you were drunk!”
I don’t know why she’s suddenly become sensitive right now, and yet, very controlling on me... ? It doesn't even her problem!
“They are not just people, you know. They are my friends! Yet, my very close friend! And why should I be drunk in front of you? You are not my lover! Not even my friend!”
There it goes again. Another foul mouth from me, making her suddenly saying,
“What did you say…? I’m not your lover?”
She tilted her head while looking sharply to my face.
“Yeah, you are not my lover! Not my friend! Why did you care about me if I'm being drunk in front of other people or not?!”
Hearing my statement, making her suddenly becomes mad as she grabs my singlet’s collar and drag my body closer to hers.
“Then, if that so… should I be your lover so that you won’t be allowed to get drunk in front of your friends anymore, Minami…?”
She’s saying the words before she crashed her lips on mine! She’s kissing me deeply right now!
“Umpphh! Atsuko! What are you doing?!”
As I pushed her and broke the kiss…
“Making you to be my lover of course!”
She said while this time she grabs on my back hair and gently squeeze on it. She tried to kiss me for the second time, but I quickly stop her,
“If you are trying to tease me, please stop! I’m not in the mood to play teasing game right now!”
As I warned her because I thought she’s teasing me now. I furrowed my eyebrows while looking sharply into her beautiful brown eyes.
“I’m not teasing…. and I’m not kidding…. ”
She’s suddenly explained in soft voice. Her face reaction is changing right now. She looks me in the eyes like she’s very sincere with her words! Does she really like me now? I’m so confused! How I wish she could confess it clearly! We both look at each other for a while, until she tried to make another movement as want to kiss me on the lips again. However, I stop her by saying,
“My breath still stinks…”
I said while closing my mouth.
“Who cares about it anyway?!”
As she harshly pushes my hand away from my mouth and kiss me for the second time again, for real this time! I’m feeling weak at the moment because I’m still having a headache and hang over. I don’t have any energy to push her away from me. Besides, her scent smells good, making my heart beating so fast and out of control again. I start to get very excited with her kissing. Without my notice, my right hand is suddenly gone wild, as I slip my hand inside her blouse and gently squeeze on her right mound, making she moans in kissing.
“Unn~~ Minami….”
She squeezed hard on my back hair and this time, she starts to slip her tongue inside my mouth and explore every each of it. I let her win at the moment.  I give permission to her while my hand is till squeezing on her breast. I could feel that bra’s fabric is covering her breast and make me feel unsatisfied with it. I want to feel the softness of her mound. Due to the excitement, I decided to make another move again, as I push my hand harder to slip inside her bra and feeling her harden nipple. Once I feel it, I twist around my index finger on her harden nipple and start to play with it. Feeling with my movement, she’s suddenly broke the kiss. As she moans my name without stopping, making me becomes wild towards her. I don’t know what’s happening to me right now! I think I’m still drunk!
“Unnn~ Hyann~ Mina~mi….”
Her husky voice is so sexy. I could guess that she’s also feeling excited that the moment. Once she broke the kiss, I didn’t stop myself, as I move my kiss to her neck and nuzzle my face on her neck at the same time. My hand is still moving as still playing with her nipple while gently squeeze on it. I keep kissing her neck and after that, I move my kiss back to her lips. I wrap my other hand around her torso and pull her closer to my body. She really loves it when I’m this wild towards her.
I keep doing what I’m doing to her right now, until…
*Click! (door open)*
“Tadaima~”
It’s Yukirin’s voice! She just come back with Rena! They enter inside the living room very fast as I cannot even pull my body yet from Acchan! Once they are in the living room, they both are standing in front of us with surprising face!
“Takamina?! Acchan?!!”
Half-shouted from Yukirin voice with overreaction surprising face. She saw both of us quickly broke the kiss when seeing them together in the living room right now. On the other side, Rena is feeling shocked too, but she was just standing there without saying anything. She just widens her eyes, and I could see that she starts blushing when saw that my hand is inside Acchan’s blouse! Noticed with her view, I furiously pull my hand out of Acchan’s blouse. With fast movement, I’m standing up from my seat.
“Ohh, you guys are back?! I—I think I’m gonna take shower now! It feels very hot in here!”
I said in awkward while slowly moving my body away from here. After that, I’m walking fast and heading to my room which is the master bedroom. I can’t even looking back at them!
It’s really embarrassing right now! How can I face with them after this?!
My gosh!
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Violet Evergarden Ever After: Chapter 3
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No one would imagine that a single drop could be the start of something so big. However, it would earn itself great meaning after a while passed. Should it continue pouring, it could also summon boundless blessings and curses.
Love was almost like rain.
   The Journey and the Auto-Memories Doll
   That one was a rain of betrayal.
It started with a calm morning, the sky unfolding without any hints of being enshrouded in dark clouds. Regardless, it did not take too long for the capricious rain brought by the heavens to turn into a downpour rarely seen in recent years.
There was no longer any sign of the rain that had started to fall like gentle kisses from paradise on the black hats of gentlemen walking around town, over the backs of cats dozing under the sun or onto the cheeks of children who opened their mouths and burst into laughter. The current season was the end of summer, and it was raining for the first in a long while in Leidenschaftlich, where the skies were constantly clear in summer, but had the god that controlled weather gone crazy? With time, as if a bucket had turned over, the city was hit by a flood.
This story is about an uneventful day, which did nothing but pass, in the lives of people who worked at a certain postal company.
   The rain and wind struck the entire building as if attacking it. The doorbell rang loudly because of this, a man standing in place and staring at it with unease.
Creak-creak, the door moved. Ring-ring, the bell resounded. Since it was ringing despite there being no customers, he had become concerned and found himself coming down from his residence in the top floor.
In the previous year, the building had been shot with rocket artillery, and not only had it earned an enormous hole but a fire had also occurred – however, thanks to the quick skills of workmen, the hole was now closed and the walls had been neatly rebuilt.
The man was a stylish redhead. He was the president of this company, which he had named after himself.
Claudia Hodgins had been left all alone in the empty postal office. Still, it was normal for him to be there, as it was both his home and workplace. However, since he was by himself at a time that would usually still be within business hours, no matter what, he looked like he had been abandoned.
The postal office had been in great turmoil because of the storm. Surely, so had its peers. With the deliveries stagnated, complaints were coming from the clients. Nevertheless, the transportation was not carried out by machines devoid of feelings. It was something done by humans, who had been given birth to by someone and who had families waiting for them when they returned home. In lieu of the unpreceded disaster, as the president, he had notified all employees that business would be closed for today.
To begin with, the customers had stopped coming in the middle of the day. If he had to say so himself, this might be the expected. Deliberately going outside amidst such strong wind and torrential rain was an act of sheer madness.
Curious about what was going on outside, Hodgins had approached the entrance from the side. He felt like attempting to open the large doors just a little. He wanted to see how inundated the ground was. Just when he slow and carefully reached a hand towards it, the door opened with force despite him not doing anything.
“Ow...!”
“Oh, my bad. More importantly, we’re screwed; it’s just impossible, Old Man!”
Hodgins was teary-eyed as his precious nose took a hit. He was lightheaded for an instant due to the pain, but soon regained consciousness. After all, one of his employees had come back dripping-wet. Hodgins pulled him – whole body wrapped in rain gear – by the arm, bringing him inside and closing the door. Although it was only open for a few seconds, the entrance was already drenched.
The visitor took off the hood over his head, allowing his face to be seen. He was a splendidly handsome and fine man of sky-blue eyes and sandy-blond hair.
“Benedict...!”
Benedict Blue. One of the postal company’s postmen, who had been working in it ever since its founding.
“It’s impossible – actually, it’s absurd! Working under this rain is absurd! I look like I’m in the bath already. I wouldn’t have come here if I weren’t soaked... Making the staff pull out was the right choice,” Benedict said as if angry-yelling, shaking his head in the same way that a dog or cat would and splattering water splashes at Hodgins.
This wetted most of Hodgins’s shirt and face, but he was unable to reprimand his employee, who had been doing strenuous effort. He accepted it in resignation, wiping Benedict’s face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Okay, stay put.”
“Uoh, what’s with you? Stop.”
“Welcome home. I was worried. Good thing you’re all right.”
“O-Oh. What, hum... I’m back... You were worried about me?”
“Of course,” Hodgins said, to which Benedict turned away with an obviously embarrassed attitude after a moment of bewilderment.
Outside, vases and planters that may have been at the eaves of people’s houses, as well as shop signs, had been turning into weapons for a while now, dancing around the city along with the wind. Managing to come back unharmed and safely amidst this weather, where one could not know what would come flying their way, was something to be happy about.
“I’m just fine. This job’s easier than running around shooting guns. Anyway, I was left with the letters and packages of a guy who fell from his motorcycle and came back by myself. Was best to do that, right?”
“Aah, so someone got hurt?”
“That newbie, Clark. But he only scrapped his knees. He fell lots of times when he was learning how to ride, but for real, it’s surprisingly depressing when you fall off other than during practice. He was crying, y’see.”
“Aah~.”
Knowing who the person in question was, Hodgins pitied him. He was the youngest postman to join the company as of late. It was difficult to find human resources for postmen as they were quick to quit.
“He’s young, after all...”
“You call him young but... he’s already a grown man. I wonder if he ain’t lying to us about his age... I thought he was a baby or something.”
“You can’t compare him to a city boy fresh from the battlefield like yourself. I’m gonna get you a towel and a change of clothes now, so don’t move from there.”
“Why?”
“You’d wet the floor. Don’t tell me to go around cleaning up where you walked.”
“Clean it up,” he said while laughing, to which Hodgins’s shoulders slumped. He was a reliable companion, but also a young man who knew not how to show respect for his elders.
——Well, guess I’m a so-called doting parent for thinking that’s cute – no, doting boss.
Anyhow, they needed towels, Hodgins thought as he went back to his room. He grabbed a few large towels and held a pair of trousers and shirt that Benedict would apparently fit into under his arm. Then returned to the ground floor. By the time he did so, the number of people had increased.
“Uwah... Amazing, it’s like squeezing a rag.”
There were three more other than Benedict. If they were to be separated by types, one of them had evacuated after receiving a report of work, one had evacuated after finishing work, and one had been ordered to clock out, but all had come back halfway through, as their bodies were about to be blown off by the overwhelming storm.
“Please stop.” There was Violet Evergarden, whose golden hair was in Benedict’s grasp.
“Why? You said your hair was wet.”
“You just want to touch Violet’s hair, Benedict. Isn’t that right?” Lux Sibyl, who had given up on wiping her glasses and was glaring at the empty space.
“That’s not it. Don’t say weird stuff, Lux.”
“You knooow, my hair’s just as long as Violet’s.” And Cattleya Baudelaire, who scowled at Benedict with her arms crossed.
The members who had been there ever since the founding were Violet, Cattleya and Benedict, but Lux, having joined midway, was now a skillful secretary who covered up the schedule of the employees and president and moved them around like chess pieces. As the four people whose ages were close to each other’s came together, the conversation naturally livened up.
“You—You’re that kinda thing. If I touch you in a place like this, it’d be that kinda thing. This is our workplace, so there’s all that kinda thing. Morally speaking, it’s that kinda thing.”
“What do you mean ‘morally speaking’?!”
“I wish you wouldn’t say those things even if you think about them. Right, Violet?”
“‘Public morals’...? Benedict, what am I from your point of view?”
“V, you’re like a little sister to me... Aah, Old Man, gimme another towel.”
It was a terribly joyful thing that the company’s young aces had returned to it safe and sound.
“Everyone, don’t move from that spot no matter what. Hey, Cattleya! Don’t move!”
However, wiping all the water off the bodies of those four turned out to be a bone-breaking work.
   Out of kindness, Hodgins invited the four people who had gathered up at the postal company to his residence in the top floor.
The whole floor was his apartment, thus it was quite large. A family of five could live comfortably in it. The furnishings were arranged in wooden items and serene shades of dark brown and green. It was a relaxed, adult atmosphere, where was nothing particularly funny. It had a faint scent of the perfume that Hodgins always wore.
The invited four let out sighs of relief. The biggest reason for it, although there was also the fact that this was Hodgins’s apartment, was that they were able to escape the horrible situation outdoors. With the exception of Lux, three of them were tough enough to take part in the act of physically crushing other postal companies, but human beings could not win against natural disasters.
“Hey, what do we do? We can’t go home anymore, can we?”
“There’s nothing we can do. We got no choice but stay in Old Man’s place.”
“First time something like this happens, huh. But we’re all together, so... might be imprudent of me to say this, but... it’s a bit fun. Violet, are you worried about your home?”
“Yes, about the flowerbeds.”
“You should say ‘about the people back home’, V.”
“The two went on a trip, so they are away. I promised that I would take care of the flowers in their absence, which is why... I am worried about the flowerbeds. Besides, if that house were to be destroyed by this storm, this place would meet its end much sooner... We have little time left to live.”
“Don’t go from talking about your family to destroying the company, Little Violet. Hey, hey, everyone, you’ll catch a cold so get changed first. Put the towels in the laundry basket. Benedict, don’t throw the towels wherever!”
As told by Hodgins, the employees firstly decided to change their clothes.
Violet and Cattleya had just returned from a work trip of two days and one night, thus they had a change of nightclothes in their bags, but Benedict and Lux did not. Although there was a height difference between them, Hodgins had no issues with lending clothes to Benedict, who was also a man, but there was a need for careful selection when it came to Lux.
“Shirt... shirt, shirt; all I have is shirts.”
“Hum, President, I’m fine with anything.”
“Eeh... that okay?”
As a result, the boy and girl came into the scene wearing baggy clothes. Benedict looked almost the same as when he and Hodgins first met. When he was left to chance completely naked in a desert, he had borrowed a shirt and trousers just as he was doing now. He seemed pleased with it, however...
“Feels kinda naughty...”
...the problem was Lux.
“Benedict’s fine, but maybe it won’t do for Little Lux? Is this okay?” Hodgins asked everyone with a meek face.
They all had at last settled down, each seated in a place of their preference while sipping tea. The employees were relaxing as if they were in their own homes. Contrary to the peaceful state of the situation inside, there was still a sound of rain hitting the windows and a troubled noise of something colliding against the building outside.
“What is ‘okay’ supposed to mean?” Sitting on the sofa, Violet tilted her head. Being comfortably dressed in a dusty-pink nightwear gave her usually disciplined self a slightly soft and gentle air.
“Little Violet.”
“Yes.”
“Your nightgown is cute, huh.”
“The people from the household bought it for me. Well, what is ‘okay’ supposed to mean? Was there any problem?”
“Little Lux’s clothes.”
For whatever reason, they had the person in question standing in the center of the room. With everyone’s eyes on her, she seemed uneasy.
“Hum... why do I have to stand in the middle?”
“Little Lux, stay like that and don’t move.”
“All right.”
“What is wrong with Lux’s look? You mean to say it lacks adornment?”
“Why would that be the case, Little Violet?”
“You are the one who chooses attires for us Dolls and you have particularities regarding the clothing and accessories, so I concluded that you might deem the plain shirt as not enough.”
“No, no.” Hodgins flailed both hands. The things he was saying had a moral value to them, out of fear that her outfit was perhaps vulgar.
Benedict had dealt with it by securing her trousers with a belt, but as Lux had too thin a waist, the outcome was the belt falling off. In short, she was not wearing pants. Inevitably, she was dressed in nothing but a shirt. However, her short stature fortunately made it look like a shirt-dress.
As Hodgins explained his concern, everyone said, “I see.”
Showered with their stares more and more, Lux began to blush.
“It gives off a dangerous feeling when you think she ain’t wearing any, but on second thought, isn’t that the same for skirts? There’s actually an open hole in them, but it’s not visible, so they’re classified as clothes. No big deal, is it?” Benedict had been standing with his back against the wall just a moment ago, yet had suddenly drawn close to her and started examining her fixatedly.
“Don’t say ‘not wearing any’!”
“Well, I mean, you really ain’t wearing any... but that’s okay. No biggie. You’re probably not an option for Old Man, so no worries. Right?”
“That’s rude!”
“I’m saying you don’t need to worry about that kinda thing... Should I take mine off, then? I see; I’m fine with it. I’ll be the same as you. That all right? I’m gonna take it off.”
“Stop, stop, stop!” As Benedict put a hand to his belt while laughing, Lux repeatedly hit his chest with her fists to stop him. Lux was red up to her ears. “I can’t take this anymore! Violet! Take Benedict to over there!”
“Understood.”
“Owowowow, V, ouch, that’s not it; it was the Old Man who said weird stuff first. We’re friends, so I was showing that she doesn’t have to get hung up over something like...”
Caught in Violet’s arms, Benedict obediently sat on the sofa. Perhaps in order not to allow him to escape, she gripped his hands and sat next to him.
Cattleya cut through the silence, “The tea is delicious.” She was scattered over the bed. She must have been tired from returning from the Doll business trip. Her eyes were downcast. She might be sleepy.
“Cattleya, do you not have any comments to make? I want to hear lots of opinions.”
“Eeeh, me?” Cattleya joined the needless debate as if it were a bother. “Hmmm... if someone were making her wear this because it’s their taste, it’d be gross indeed, but there’s no other clothes for her... It’d also be horrible to leave her with just a towel wrap, so I think it’s valid. Speaking of which, President...”
“Hm?”
“You’re saying that even though you pick open-chested clothes for my Doll outfits? And the times you were choosing Doll attires for me, y’knooow, you were never so considerate to say ‘not this, not this either’ when discussing it with the people from the made-to-order store...”
Her manner of speech was somewhat thorny, but Hodgins did not make much out of it. “That’s because they look good on you.” Rather, he said decisively, with an earnest gaze and excessive confidence, “Because they look good on you. Is my judgement wrong?”
“E-Eh?” Being replied to so unapologetically, Cattleya’s reasoning jumbled up, to the point she found herself wondering if she was the one in the wrong.
The Doll outfit that Cattleya usually wore was composed mainly of a crimson dress-coat, so there was no mistaking that one could not wear it unless the person was remarkably stylish. In addition, there was also no doubt that it was lascivious. Whoever looked at her would find their line of sight momentarily going to her chest. Still, whoever looked at her would remember the woman named Cattleya Baudelaire at once.
“No... it’s not like your choices are wrong... but I only forgive you because you’re the boss. I was shocked when you first showed me that outfit! I didn’t use to wear something like that before.”
“Well, but y’see, an hourglass-shaped person looks more slender when the area around their collarbone is exposed, and it’s pretty.”
An evident question mark floated above Violet’s head at the unfamiliar word. Benedict pointed a finger at the tea set arranged on the nearby table. An hourglass used to measure the time it took to steam the tealeaves was lying there. Perhaps finding the similarity between it and a plump chest and dainty hips, Violet nodded as if convinced.
“You’ve got an hourglass-shaped figure with that slim waist, so I gave you a coat-dress that puts this on display. You can adjust it with the ribbon, so it’s not a pain, right? It has a wonderful line in mathematical terms, y’know? Plus, you also have a cheerful character, so it doesn’t look vulgar. That’s important. It means that outfit takes into consideration even the personality of the one wearing it. And the owner of that made-to-order store is famous not just in this country but abroad. The outfits of our Dolls are on a whole different level in comparison to other companies, aren’t they?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“I don’t want to bring this up, but they’re very expensive.”
“Eh, I’m sorry. S-Should I pay you back? Either that or you can dock my salary...”
“No, you’re my Doll, after all. Nobody waters a flower to get money off it, right? It’s fine, Cattleya. Just stay pretty. It’s exactly because I have obsessions over clothes that I don’t want to make a girl look vulgar. And it’s exactly because I like girls that I want to have them shine wonderfully. That’s also why I have a few complaints about Little Lux’s usual plain clothes, though...”
“I don’t know why you decided to run a mail service, President, but I accept that passion of yours. I’ll wear those clothes with care. But, President, I’m doing my best, so I want a new outfit. A cute one.”
Listening to the conversation of the two in silence, perhaps tired of going along with her superior, Lux looked at Violet and Benedict’s direction with a gaze that quietly asked for help. There was a gap on the sofa that seemed enough for one person to sit. Having locked eyes with her, Violet told Benedict to scoot over after a brief moment and patted the open spot. Lux sat next to them, looking happy.
“Violet, what’re you drinking?” Lux peeked at the teacup that Violet was holding.
“I wonder. I took the tealeaves that were in the kitchen. I do not know what type of tea it is.”
“Darjeeling.”
“Benedict, how did you know?”
“‘Cause that guy likes Darjeeling. All the tea cans he has are nothing but that.”
“Guess I’m gonna drink that too; my body got cold from the long time under the rain.”
“Heeey, the three of you who ended the talk before we noticed! Listen to what I have to say.” Hodgins put his hands on his hips, pretending to be angry.
“We were deviating from the main subject. We deemed that it was not a necessary conversation and took action prioritizing Lux’s rest,” Violet expressed with a clear voice tone.
“Besides, this talk’s about bedroom wear, ain’t it?” Benedict added a two-fold retort. The blond, blue-eyed duo that looked like siblings stared at Hodgins with questioning eyes.
“Ugh, I comply with you two no matter what you say when you both look at me at the same time, so cut it out. But I’m not giving up. I think she needs one more article of clothing.”
“Hum... President, I’m okay with this. I’m already thankful that I could borrow your clothes. Besides, when you make such a big fuss about it, things that weren’t lewd in the first place start to seem lewd, so to say,” Lux said, wanting to end this topic as fast as possible.
“The solution has come to me. Wouldn’t it be best if I took the shirt and trousers and had Lux wear this nightgown?”
However, Violet wound up rewinding it.
——Violet!
Lux hit Violet repeatedly in her mind.
“Ah~, that’s right. If that’s the case, I can do it too. But maybe my nightgown is too big? It’s a negligee just like Violet’s. The shoulder length might be the problem for this one...”
“Old Man, you gonna die if you don’t obsess over the stuff we wear? You ain’t. Give up.”
“No way. Days like this one don’t come by. All five of us are trapped in the company and we can’t get out. You’ve got no choice but stay here in my house, right? We’re having the best of parties, a pajama party. I want it to be a good one. But I can’t enjoy it when I’m worrying over Little Lux’s clothes.”
Benedict contemplated a reply to Hodgins’s words for a few seconds, but soon stopped. He was probably tired. He looked Violet’s way and asked, “Hey, you not hungry? I’m gonna take a look at the kitchen.
“Hey, don’t ignore me.” As Benedict stood up, Hodgins chased after him.
“Benedict’s gonna make something? Yay! You guys probably don’t know this, but he’s good at cooking.” Cattleya lined up behind them.
“I didn’t say I was gonna make anything, though... Well, if you’re hungry, I can do it.”
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“I shall assist you.” Violet raised her arms, rolling up her sleeves. Her prosthetics made a creaking noise.
“V, you can cook?”
“To some extent. In the military, I used to make preparations for the cooking. Mrs. Evergarden... Lady Tiffany also trained me on it.
“M-Me too... I can peel the potatoes, and stuff.” Lux hastily went after everyone. In a trail, a big move to the kitchen began to take place.
“Lux. You don’t usually cook, do you? I can already tell by just that statement. I’ll teach you.”
“Most things get solved just by peeling the potatoes... Benedict, you’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
“Am not, Potato Demigod.”
“Violet, Benedict insulted me!”
“Benedict.”
“Owowow! V—! Don’t poke my sides! A hit from those crazy-ass prosthetics of yours ain’t no cutesy way to poke anyone! It just hurts like it normally would!”
In the end, Hodgins was able to find a light feather-print sweater in his closet and gave it to Lux. As she put it on, with her short stature, its length became the same as that of a long cardigan, which Hodgins was awfully pleased with for how adorable it was.
   The madder-red sky was not visible at dusk, the outside morphing into evening with no changes in the rainy weather.
Benedict made a soup at random with the vegetables available in Hodgins’s kitchen, which had seasonings in abundance, while Violet and Cattleya supplied it with cookies that they had brought back as souvenirs from their ghostwriting business trip. Lux brought over small candy marbles that she kept stored in her desk at the company, and Benedict, instructed by Hodgins, reluctantly took an expensive bottle hidden on the liquor shelf of the latter’s room.
“Hey, let’s rummage through the desks of everyone in the company. There are probably gonna be other ingredients in them.”
“If it’s Mr. Anthony’s desk, I think there’s definitely something in it. Mr. Anthony always gives me sweets... We’re in a state of emergency so I’m sure he’ll forgive us for it.”
“There were sweets in the reception guys’ desks. Would they get mad if we took them?”
“Definitely seem like they would. But this sweet... is one of the tasty ones... I wanna eat it.”
Lux, who was still growing, and Benedict, who had missed lunch and did not have enough with just the vegetable soup, procured more food. The sweets that the hungry thieves sneaked from the company employees’ desks turned out as what could be considered a big catch, and so, the five people trapped inside during a day of usual rain commenced a night party.
The five of different ages, genders and positions were already at a state where they could be deemed as a single family through the many incidents they had overcome and the time they had spent together. They laughed a lot, talked a lot.
“You remember when Violet brought Lux over? She went to negotiate it directly with Old Man with so much might, like, ‘I have picked up a puppy. Please give me permission to raise it here. Now, hurry’. They were holding hands and she wouldn’t let go of Lux, explaining the situation all at length as if to say she wasn’t gonna move until he gave the permission. The way Old Man acted so suspicious back then was a real blast.”
“I remember~! He was like, ‘Eh, “demigod”? Eh, “abduction and confinement”? Have you told the military police about that?’... President was so troubled, walking in circles around the two. It was the funniest thing of that year.”
“Hum... I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologize, Little Lux. You’re our main player now, so you did what you could to get where you are. You really exerted yourself in this unfamiliar land. Work for us forever, ‘kay? Rather, for me. Little Violet does some unbelievable stuff sometimes, but she generally doesn’t do anything wrong, so back then, her first-time deed shook up even someone like me, with plenty of life experience. Saying no didn’t even cross my mind.”
“I knew that President Hodgins would give you a generous treatment. If I had not concluded so, I would not have done such a thing. Thank you very much for that time, President.”
“Little Violet... Little Violet’s all grown up too, huh; you’ve become a wonderful lady...”
“Well, she’s got you as her example of guardian figure, after all.”
“I was raised by both Benedict and President Hodgins. You are my examples.”
“Eh, so I’m Old Man’s son...? Gimme the whole company.”
“No way! Actually, you’re taking a part of the company in the future, so that much should be fine, right?”
“You were serious about that? If you split the company...”
“Yeah, I’ll be the vice-president. V, call me Vice-President Benedict.”
“Benedict will be... the vice-president?”
“Violet, you haven’t been to the company too often because of work, right? I’ll stay as President Hodgins’s secretary, but some of the employees will go to Benedict’s side. That’s gonna be pretty lonely... Still, the company will be built inside the country, so it’ll be close in terms of distance. But it won’t be the same building anymore.”
“Other people... will also be gone.”
“Did I tell you that my role’s gonna change too?”
“I have not heard about that.”
“I’ll be transferred to training the newcomers. Violet, you’ll stay as you are. Well, between you and me, if we were to debate on which one should be the instructor, it’d have to be me. I’m good at looking after others.”
“Cattleya will be... an instructor...”
“I’ll be here like always. The Doll department that Little Violet and the others are in will stay in the main office and you’re largely in charge of the numbers in our Doll department, so your role won’t change.”
“Sounds like I don’t make money when you put it like that.”
“No, it’s not like that... I’ve been keeping the right people in the right places since long ago, right? I asked you to do this because I thought you could be everyone’s big sis. Besides, wasn’t it you, Cattleya, who immediately replied that you’d to it when I said your pay would increase if you became an instructor?”
“Well, that’s because I don’t know how long I could keep on being a Doll. It’s a job you can do even when you get older, but walking up mountains has been hard lately. Probably because of my high heels.”
They truly laughed a lot and talked a lot.
In their feel-at-home looks, they played card games, discussed memories of their trips and laughed holding their stomachs at silly stories. The night went on and on and the heavy rain outside gradually subsided, but no one said, “Let’s go home, then”. Days like these were a rarity. They all knew this much.
“I’m having lots of fun today. It’d be great if it were always like this.” The words that Cattleya muttered with a big smile spoke for everyone’s feelings.
Whenever a fun feast reached its climax, the loneliness towards the fact that it was going to end would cross the corners of people’s heads. That applied not only to this day that God had granted them but also to matters in the long run.
Perhaps the company named CH Postal Company itself could also be considered a feast to the people gathered in it. “May this dream, this fun time go on forever,” they wished.
The dream had begun with Claudia Hodgins. He then picked up Cattleya Baudelaire, Benedict Blue and Violet Evergarden.
“Make sure to just lick it. So, how’s that?”
They had built the company office building in Leidenschaftlich and started it together. As the postal business was a privatized one and the competitors were many, nobody could predict at first for how long this company would continue to exist.
“This stings.”
A local customer then came, earning them a large-scale contract in the delivery business.
“Eh~, you okay, Violet? You’re better off as someone who can’t drink...”
Their Auto-Memories Doll activities began to stand out.
“But everyone is changing.”
“Doesn’t that have nothing to do with drinking alcohol? I drink ‘cause I like it. If you don’t, then stop.”
“That’s right, Violet.”
“No... Major has a taste for drinking during meals, so I had been thinking of learning to do it one day as well. You are all changing one after another whenever I blink. I have started eating with other people quite often at work as well. I, too, shall adapt...”
Along the way, a girl who would later become a brilliant secretary joined them.
“I see... Then I want to try drinking too. I’m a secretary, after all. I have to eat out with other people. What kind of taste is it, if you had to compare?”
Despite the major changes in the personal life of each, all of them had contributed to the development of the company, to the point that they spent every single day being busy.
“Close to that of a perfume. In that it is hard to swallow.”
There would surely be many, many more changes.
“Hey, I can’t approve that opinion. Big Sis here will introduce you to delicious drinks. Rather than being taught by a man, you should learn from me. Lux, you can’t yet.”
Surely, their fates would twist further.
“Eh~?!”
“Benedict, bring another one. And something to crack it open with.”
For people to gather up, an encounter had to have happened. That was what it meant.
“Aight, aight...” Benedict stood up from the sofa. He had been dragged into Cattleya’s scheme, in which she had planned the conspiracy of attempting to make Violet Evergarden consume alcohol, because he himself had complied with it.
“O-Owah. Old Man. You were here?”
“‘Were here,’ you ask... this is my house.”
As they came across each other in the kitchen, Benedict had let out a brash voice without thinking. The reason might be that he perhaps was seen grinning as he walked in. Despite his nihilistic attitude, he was happy to spend time with his friends.
“I-I know. I was thinking you were taking too long in the toilet...”
“Cigar.”
With the kitchen’s small window open, Hodgins was smoking a cigar. All of the women despised the smell, so he rarely ever let them see him smoking. Just when Benedict was thinking about how he had suddenly stood up and disappeared, there he was, smoking in secret.
——He only smokes when he can’t calm down, though.
There was no better day to relax with their companions, and yet.
“Hey, take a look outside. It’s so quiet after the storm... like the wind. Even though it was so loud before.” Perhaps due to him being a little drunk, Hodgins’s face was red.
“True... Hey, need more booze. Ain’t there anything easier to drink?”
“Eh, why? You can’t give it to Little Lux.”
“Cattleya wants to make V drink some. Well, ain’t it okay? I think it’s about time she learns the ropes. Dunno when we’ll get to drink with her again... and it’s better to have people you get along with teaching you this kinda thing, right?”
“Eeh... it’s still too soon. If you insist, isn’t it enough to drip a drop of rum into her tea?”
“Can you even call that a drink? Make it a degree higher.”
Hodgins gave a strained smile. “Hey, hey, her big brother figure shouldn’t be saying this...”
“I say it because I’m her big brother figure. I mean, we’re getting more rookies. She’s the highlight of our Doll department. Eating with people is part of having a big job. Before she gets involved with someone who wants to make her drink...”
“Does this have anything to do with me telling you to be the branch manager?”
Hearing a slightly icy voice coming from the president, Benedict blinked. “No... sorta.”
“She’s still a child, and I’ll definitely always be with her in those kinds of places, so it’s okay. It’s still early to teach her how to drink. Nope, nope.”
“A ‘child’, you say... well, she’s got a childish side, but she ain’t one anymore.”
“She is – you, Cattleya and Little Lux, too, are all kids to me. Because you’re quick to do this kind of thing if I don’t keep an eye on you... My, my,” Hodgins said, blowing out the tobacco smoke. Mismatched as it was for someone with such a mature appearance, Benedict could get a glimpse of childishness in him.
“You’ll keep trying to do that from now on too? That’s impossible; face the reality,” Benedict bit out incidentally.
Silence.
Benedict’s words were not wrong. The CH Postal Company was growing rapidly as a business. The fact that the postal company led by Salvatore Rinaudo had withdrawn from the postal industry in the previous year had a major influence in this. They now reigned at a pivotal position in Leidenschaftlich’s postal service. The CH Postal Company would soon account for nearly all of the commissions from the people living in Leidenschaftlich. Other than being busy with work affairs, there were even discussions about relocating the head office because of problems with waiting areas and break rooms due to securing new employees.
“Like, you and I are gonna get damn busy. The Auto-Memories Doll department is gonna be the main organ of the head office and my place will be ordinary mail, right? We’ll be teaching people how things go, and I’ll be doing deliveries too. You’re the one with the busiest role. Anything and everything’s gonna be relayed to you. Getting to be close to your employees like until now while doing all that is just...”
It was natural for a company that had become bigger to do a corporative split-off and for one of their employees to manage the branch office. Benedict was still young but had the power to bring people together. The task would not be an impossible one if they put a veteran of the head office in charge of taking over it. They could do this, Hodgins had decided, thus he came up with the proposal.
“The regular meetings and other stuff that I take part in happen in the head office... It’s not like we won’t get to see each other.”
“Everyone will have a different post and position. We won’t get to see each other. Same for you, Old Man.”
“If it’s work, I can adjust it. I’ll do my best to administrate everyone so that the employees can get a time every now and then to relax like this...”
“Old Man, even if you do your best, V’s dating that nasty-ass military officer, so won’t they get married someday? Dunno ‘bout it, but... that’s why it’s impossible to always watch over us in the first place...”
Silence.
“Hey, don’t clam up.”
What was being thrust at Hodgins now was something that he did not want to look straight at, despite thinking about and readying himself for it. That was what he was being told.
“Hodgins – hey, Old Man.”
It was something that Benedict Blue had the right to say, exactly because they had been doing everything together from the start.
“Hey, don’t take it in a weird way. I ain’t saying this to be malicious. You left the Auto-Memories Doll department in the head office ‘cause your wish to watch over V is a big deal, right? I get it. She’s special to you.”
“That’s not it; I—”
“But she won’t be a kid forever. She’s different from back when she started working, with you teaching her everything. She’s someone who’s gonna let go of your hand one day. She ain’t your real daughter or your girlfriend. Then, if you had to say what she is, at the end of the day, she’s your employee. You’ll part ways one day. If you don’t get ready for that now, will you manage to get over it if she marries into that bastard’s family and he makes her leave the company?”
“Will you manage to get over it?” The question ruminated in Hodgins’s heart.
Benedict had shot him where it hurt without mercy. He was a gun expert. His aim was precise and the bleeding made Hodgins want to hold his own chest down.
——Will I recover if I ever have to be separated from Violet Evergarden? Hodgins pondered earnestly over the question. ——I don’t know.
He truly did not know.
Bonds were things that could not easily break off once they had connected, yet reality, time and busyness unpityingly caused the existence of “friends” to grow far apart.
——To the point that I don’t know, I...
Surely, a day like this would not happen five years from now. Their place to return to amidst the rain would be somewhere else.
——It’s not just her, but also you and everyone else.
To begin with, they might not even be working in the company itself anymore until then. More of them would fall for someone, nurture their love and move their places to be in life to their “homes”.
Twenty, thirty years from now, it might be hard for them to even work. Or they would not be alive – there was also that possibility.
The one who was more aware of this than anybody else was Hodgins, the oldest of them all.
——I’m the one who’s farthest apart in age.
That was exactly why he did not know.
“I have no idea.”
He did not want to see it. Did not want to think about it.
“I have too many things that matter to me, so I can’t make a move anymore. Y’know, you... you might aught at this, but... rather than when you’re young, getting hurt becomes scarier when you grow older. You start losing the energy to do your best and heal. It’s tiring. Still...”
Hodgins had thought that the youth in front of him, who referred to him as “Old Man” on a daily basis, was probably going to laugh, yet Benedict was expressionless.
“Still...”
He did nothing but listen. His posture of properly listening at times like these somewhat...
——...looks like Little Violet.
“Still, I know I’m the one who has to get moving the most. I’m getting everyone involved in the things I wanna do. That’s why I do what I have to. I also counted on you, because I trust you. I left it in your care. But... that and my feelings for her and you guys...”
“I get it.”
“...are different things, right? Y’know, you’re... mean. I’m like a foster parent to you, and yet... Even if you understand my loneliness...”
While Hodgins spoke as if bursting out, Benedict put a hand to his mouth as though to stop him. “I get it.”
Time halted completely.
Was he supporting the flustered figure of the one who was like a parent to him?
“My bad.”
Before he had noticed, he was carrying a load of things he must protect. Was he doing this due to realizing that he had left Hodgins to chance, thinking, “That’s because it’s him”?
“My bad. That just now was on me.”
Silence.
“I didn’t have to pick today to say this. Isn’t that right?”
“You think I’m being lame right now, don’t you?”
“Nah, you ain’t all that cool in the first place.”
“That’s a lie; I’m a generally-acknowledged beautiful young man... no, beautiful middle-aged man.”
“You might not be cool, but well, that’s what’s good about you. Right?”
Silence.
“The cool thing about my Claudia Hodgins is his uncool side.”
Since Benedict was speaking as if to comfort a child, Hodgins told him to “shut up”, slightly annoyed, yet burst into laughter nevertheless.
   The rain caused all sorts of things to pour. The way that people were drowned by the drops trickling down from the sky inevitably made them think about something.
As dawn broke, Claudia Hodgins sat up, body heavy from not getting much sleep. When he peeked at his room’s bed, Violet and Cattleya were sleeping wrapped in the same blanket. On the sofa, Benedict was scattered about, snoring in a way that made him want to laugh.
Hodgins looked for where Lux Sibyl might be. He went down from the third to the second floor, and then from the second to the first floor. She was nowhere to be found.
While thinking it could not be possible, Hodgins opened the front door, and sure enough, he could see the figure of a girl walking down the street towards him.
The clothes she had put to dry yesterday were surely half-wet. What was it that she wanted to do outside so badly to the point of going this far? He understood when he saw what she had in her arms.
“Ah, President.”
Lux was holding a paper bag with a lot of bread in it. The amount was enough that the small girl’s face could not be seen.
“Little Lux... could it be you went to buy us breakfast?”
Thinking back, this young woman was the kind of person who was always quick to act when she was trying to do something for someone. That was all it took to be a considerate person, but without kindness in their heart, they would not turn out this way. The reason why Hodgins had nominated her his secretary was not just that she could do any sort of work.
“That’s so nice.”
“Yes, the bakery owner is very nice. I woke up a bit too early, and when I went on a walk to see how things were outside, the bakery was just about to open and they were getting ready... I went to take a look ‘cause it seemed so delicious and they told me to come in.”
“Ah, hm...”
“I was so touched when they said they baked bread for people who were hungry early in the morning, so I told them many thanks for selling them and bought lots of it. It’s the bakery from that street around the corner.”
“As expected of my secretary. Did you properly get the receipt?”
At those words, Lux showed him a smile that resembled a blooming flower. “Huhu, of course.”
For Hodgins, who had spent the night deep in thought about all sorts of things, that smile was a soothing one. It was like the water of a lake for someone who was feeling thirsty.
Hodgins wordlessly took the bag from Lux. “Little Lux, I’m seriously glad you came to us.”
“Only in this kind of situation, right?”
“All the time. Always. Little Lux, you’re still young, will probably keep working with us... and you’re such a good secretary... I’m the happiest CEO in Leidenschaftlich.”
“Are you going to hire me for life?”
“Eh?”
“Is that a no?”
“No, I could. But that’d mean working with me for life, y’know?”
“Is that bad? I have nowhere else to go.”
When asked with such an innocent look, Hodgins faltered.
“I won’t say the stuff Benedict does, like wanting the company for me.”
“Well, I might... end up giving it to you if you say that, so don’t ever. Hahah... Of course, keep working for us forever and always at my place. Huh, this is kinda like a marriage vow... Wanna take this opportunity and marry me in the future? Just kidding...” Upon thinking that the jest that came out incidentally was an unsavory one right after saying it, Hodgins looked at Lux’s reaction, only to find her staring back at him blankly. He had made himself into a caricature of an old man bothering a girl. “No, it was a prank! But hey. Little Lux, you might be the only one who can go along with me, so having this kind of small talk is... I-I’m not looking at you with dirty eyes, really! We’re too far apart in age, after all! We’re c-close enough that we can crack this kind of joke to each other, right?”
Lux pretended to think for just a few seconds. “Huhu, I can tell. That it’s a joke, at least. But not happening. We’re not getting married.”
And then, she flat-out rejected him.
“Ah, yes.” Although Hodgins would have been at loss if she had accepted it, his shoulders dropped somewhat.
“But President, I’m prepared to nurse you if you ever become unable to work.”
“Don’t... suddenly thrust such a cruel reality at me.”
“Eh, is it? From my point of view... this is quite a deep form of love. President, you’re the first decent adult who accepted me. I’ll devote my whole life to you.”
“Little Lux, you sure like me a lot. Gonna marry me after all?”
This time, Lux actually grinned and replied, “I’ll take that one home and consider it.”
“Amazing; that answer’s like the business talk at the company.”
“Because you’re teasing me... even though you’re well-aware that I don’t even know love yet.”
“Don’t know love yet”. The destructive power of those words caused Hodgins to regret his lighthearted proposal a little.
“Then, I’ll ask again in about five years. I should be at a nice middle age by then.”
“You say that, President, but you’re going on a trip with some hottie next week. I know it.”
The duo, who somehow seemed like they would or other be hanging together for a long time, returned to the office with bouncing chatter.
   In order to make breakfast for everyone together, Hodgins and Lux stood in the kitchen by themselves.
Besides the already-baked bread, they would need drinks and vegetables. Those were merely simple preliminary preparations, but Hodgins felt that just this was somehow enjoyable, unlike doing the work on his own.
“President, you have yours with one sugar cube and a slice of lemon, right?”
“And for Little Lux, it’s two sugar cubes with milk, yeah? I know it.”
While arranging the bread on a plate, they also poured water over the tealeaves and left them to steam. Perhaps due to the scenery that could be seen from the kitchen’s small window being a blue sky with not a single cloud in it, it was awfully dazzling.
“Good morning.”
The next person who appeared amidst the morning sunlight was Violet. Her soft golden hair was just a bit disheveled. Hodgins’s hand naturally reached out to it.
“Morning... You’ve got a bedhead, Little Violet.”
“Excuse me...” Violet looked back at Hodgins as he caressed her head, seeming a little embarrassed. Her eyes were just slightly red. She might have not been able to sleep very well.
“Morning, Violet. Are Cattleya and Benedict also up?”
“Benedict was awake until a while ago, but when I got up from the bed, he began sleeping again by Cattleya’s side.”
“Morally speaking, it’s that kinda thing. I’ll go give him a warning.”
Hodgins laughed a little, seeing Lux off as she walked away while rotating her tiny shoulders. He then turned his gaze back to Violet. Her bedhead, which he had supposedly fixed with the caressing, had returned. For some reason, both of them being alone like this in a kitchen bathed in morning sunlight struck him as extremely peculiar.
Just the two of them, having such a tender time. How many more opportunities would they have for that?
They were already at it. He should talk about something. That was what Hodgins thought, but the words did not come out of him. Not because he had no topic to discuss. He could come up with as many things to talk about as he wanted, such wanting flowers to decorate the table or that they would surely have many customers today who were unable to come yesterday.
But he did not want to spoil this morning. He felt that it might crumble if he spoke even one sentence.
Violet was there. She had her blue eyes directed his way, looking at him. It was no longer awkward for the two of them to stay silent. That was their relationship.
Perhaps still sleepy, she was in a haze. He wanted to watch her standing amidst this gentle time for a little longer.
As she would usually always seem wide-awake, Hodgins believed that she was laidback to this extent due to being in the presence of people with whom she could be at ease from the bottom of her heart. That he had played a part in this feeling of security of hers.
——Will you forget one day?
One day, the position that Claudia Hodgins occupied in the life of Violet Evergarden would become smaller.
——She only gets bigger on my end, though.
Going to the hospital numerous times. Pushing her wheelchair. Giving her a notebook and teaching her how to write.
——I for sure can’t forget. These moments, days, everything like this with you.
The fact that he had not stopped her from fighting in the war. That he had thought they could use her.
——I can’t forget.
Delivering to Violet an outfit that could hide her prosthetic arms, yet that would also make her look her most beautiful.
——I’m sure I won’t forget about this morning either.
About that quiet morning, which was much like the one from before everyone was caught in the great storm and barged in.
Hodgins touched Violet’s hair again. Although she had told Benedict not to touch it, with Hodgins, she all but slightly left a strand in his hand’s care and let him take it, almost like how a cat would do.
——Aah, I want to hug you.
He was not in love with her. That would never be the case.
However, if she were his real daughter, on days like these, mornings like these, he would have easily said, “Good morning, precious” and embraced her.
“I had a dream, President Hodgins,” Violet whispered out of the blue with a freshly awake, faintly hoarse voice.
“Dream...?”
The stunning young woman, who was no longer a girl, talked about her dream like a child, “Yes; in the dream... you owned a clothing store.”
“Huhu, that so?”
“I cannot make clothes. You told me that you did not need me, President Hodgins, if I could not make clothes...”
“That’s horrible of me, huh.”
“Even when I said I could polish the shoes, clean up or do anything, you did not listen...”
Unlike the real one, the dream version of Hodgins had apparently chosen to part ways with Violet.
“Little Violet, what did you do about that?”
“I asked countless times. However, you rejected it countless times. I thought about standing in front of the shop until you allowed me in, but it started raining like yesterday.”
“Hm. And then?”
“Major Gilbert came to pick me up and told me to come home with him, but...”
“Hm.”
“I waited for President to come out of the store even as the lights went out.”
“Hm.”
“Despite waiting and waiting, President Hodgins did not come out, and at some point, a passerby told me, ‘This shop has moved’.”
“Even though it was open until just a moment ago?”
“It was a dream, after all... And then – and then, I asked where it was and went after it. Benedict and Cattleya also appeared in-between, but they seemed to have other things to do, saying they would come after me later... As for Lux, she was the only one who had been hired by you from the very beginning, so she also asked you to hire me again, but in the end, you said no could do.”
“Hm...” Suddenly, Hodgins felt so pained about everything that it was hard to breathe. “And then, Little Violet, what did you do...?” His hand reached out to Violet.
“I kept looking at the interior of the store beyond the shop window from outside.”
Not towards her head, but towards her eyes, where her golden lashes fluttered like the wings of a fairy.
“Inside it, many people – people that I know and do not know – came and left... showing how lively the shop was.”
A sea had silently formed in them, which dissolved and disappeared once Hodgins’s index finger touched it.
“Major came to pick me up for the nth time and said you had told him that my standing there was causing him problems. But, for whatever reason, I at the very least knew that if I stepped away from there even for a moment, you would never let me in... therefore, I could not comply. But I did not want to trouble you, President, so I was unable to make a decision... I attempted to ask Major for instructions, but he was also gone before I realized.”
The sea – the teardrop – turned into a pearl and slipped down her cheek.
“I... I... ended up crying.” Violet stared at the sky, the look in her eyes seeming almost as if the scene from her dream was there at this very moment. “To think I would cry like that...”
“Hm.”
“That was why President Hodgins would not hire me, I thought... And also why Major had grown tired and left.”
“Hm.”
“Then, without my notice, you came outside. You looked the same as that post-war day when you went to visit me at the hospital. You were very surprised with my appearance, as I was soaked with mud and rain. And so, you said this: ‘Guess we’ll start with how to hold a needle’. You told me that you had not invited me for the new job because it would surely be difficult with these hands of mine, so I was extremely relieved... Then, then...” Violet’s words cut off at once.
Unable to hold himself back, Hodgins pulled her into an embrace as if shoving her little head into his chest.
While being embraced, Violet said with eyes that looked as though she was still dreaming, “...with some effort, I could still be helpful. I was able to confirm this, after all.”
Hearing her let out a relieved sigh in his arms, Hodgins forgot about both his and Violet’s positions, clasping her to his chest very, very firmly. “You sure are helpful... Was there anything about me that made you feel uncertain?” Upon realizing that his voice sounded tearful, Hodgins allowed the tears to overflow at the truth.
——Aah, I’m such an idiot. Got caught up in it and ended up crying too.
As the girl whom he thought of as his own daughter, despite her being an actual adult, had shed tears, he found himself crying along with her. Almost like a child. Even though he was supposed to conduct himself as an elder in this situation.
“I do not know.”
“But, has anything like that ever happened until now...? You had that dream because you were uneasy.”
“‘Uneasy’... That might have been the case. Yesterday night, I came to know that many things were progressing while I was away, so I have the feeling that I was quite agitated.”
“Sorry; we were doing things on our own accord. Even though we’ve been together since the founding.”
“No, I am often absent, and it is only natural for some things to be decided in the meantime. I am an employee. I feel that your judgement is correct. Employees must correspond to the changes of a company. My surroundings are about to change significantly. I am grateful to you, President, for letting me be here like always. However...”
“‘However’...?”
“However, I do not know if I can cope with it. With the matters regarding Major, the ones regarding the company... with the fact that Benedict will be going to a different office building. When I think about these things...”
“It’s okay.”
“When I think about them, I realize that the number of things I should prioritize has increased too much.”
“Little Violet.”
“The order of priorities...”
“It’s all right.”
“I have to deal with situations of every kind as I live, and yet...”
——Surely, Violet Evergarden wouldn’t be alive if she didn’t do that.
Always, at all times.
She had been living through corresponding to her surroundings despite being at loss regarding its circumstances, putting everything she could do to use while looking for a place to belong and an adult who would take care of her. She was not allowed to waver. For beasts, hesitation was death.
Violet did not know unconditional love. She now had at last earned herself this warm place through her efforts, but it was about to suffer a rapid change with the course of time.
After running, running and running, Violet – previously one such beast – was watching the nest she had finally found crumble down. Even when people knew they had to prepare to start running again, there would come a time when they would be short of breath and unable to move.
Violet had gone from wild animal to person.
Her human parts and animal parts co-existed, occasionally revealing themselves. When she was the animal, she simply did not mind how much a place changed as long as she could live in it. However, it was difficult to live while holding something better, more important.
Now that she had become a person through the increasing of her emotions...
“I shall fight. I can always be of use. President Hodgins, please forget this aspect of me that I just showed you.”
...she had turned into just a girl who was a little bit scared of the future.
“Please... forget about it.”
Who had made her this way? Gilbert was likely the first, but the ones who had done the finishing touches were definitely all the people in this place.
“No way, I’m not forgetting.”
At Hodgins’s words, Violet lowered her eyebrows, looking troubled.
“Don’t make a face like that; I’m not teasing. I meant to say that you don’t need to worry about it. You indeed might’ve gotten weak. But is that a bad thing? You had nothing when you met me for the first time. Not even your brooch, right...? But now you have lots of things. You went on a journey for a long time and got more stuff to shoulder while you were at it, so it’s no wonder that you’d end up in a dilemma.” Albeit knowing that Cattleya, Benedict and Lux were looking at them in shock from the shadows at the doorway, Hodgins went on, “You know... life is a journey. Little Violet, you’ll go on this journey, won’t you?”
He had already forgotten about his anxiety. The feeling of frustration at such things and the overwhelming wish to cling to someone were now gone.
“You started your journey with a little less luggage than other people, so you’re staring at your bag now that it’s gotten a bit heavy, wondering what happened to it. You don’t know what to throw away anymore.”
He was able to think, from the depths of his heart, that he had returned to his usual self. While embracing her, who was indeed still young and confused in the middle of her journey, he was finally able to think so.
“You need clothes and money, of course, and good shoes are vital. Right, and an umbrella too. When you look into your bag and realize that you actually have nothing that you can get rid of, it’s indeed a problem. Even though it’s a hassle because it’s so heavy. What do you think you should do?”
He could still be useful.
“Train... my physical strength... No, calibrate my prosthetics...”
He was still needed.
“You’re such a fool... Either leave it in someone’s care and continue the journey or have someone take half of it.”
Even if it were only for a short while.
“Gilbert will probably take half of the luggage. I can take care of the rest that you can’t carry over here. I’ll be in Leidenschaftlich forever, after all. Little Violet, no matter where you go, I’ll stay here and wait for you to come back, and no matter when you come over, I’ll welcome you. I’ll take care of the contents of your bag with pleasure.”
——Even if you only remember me a few times a year someday...
“Listen up: whenever you’re troubled, remember that I’m here. And then you’ll be able to go on a journey again anytime.”
——...I’ll ready myself to welcome you at any time of the year.
“Am I really supposed to leave my luggage here?”
——I’m the kind of man who can do that, and you need it for sure.
“Hm-hm, that’s not it. Y’see, this is about memories. All you have to do is to know. That I’m here. This is the way to make your luggage lighter. Whenever you’re having problems, bam, remember me. If you do that, the worries you have now will definitely decrease a little. Y’know, at the end of the day... people’s place to come home to aren’t places, they’re ‘somebody’. You should know that much. You’d have gone to any battlefield if Gilbert was there, right? Someday, yes, you might quit being an Auto-Memories Doll. You might not come back to Leidenschaftlich.”
——It’ll be great if this “someday” never comes, though.
“But your current memories are with me. I’ll be a representation of them. So that you, my dear... will be able to open your memories anytime. When this moment right now becomes nostalgic to you, come see me. I’ll always be here. Waiting for you. You’re feeling ‘lonely’ right now. But... Little Violet. You have me. You’re not alone.”
——I want you to remember.
“I do not understand very well... However...”
——I’m always protecting you.
“...you have always guided me.”
——Waiting for your return.
“I never doubt your word.”
——I’ll be waiting here.
“But, President Hodgins, I have only one wish.”
——I want you to show up when your journey ends.
Deciding to deal with the sobbing coming from behind the door later, Hodgins opted for staying like this for just a bit longer. Her lover might get angry if he saw it, but he had the right to do it, at least to some extent. After all, she was Claudia Hodgins’s dear employee.
Hodgins asked with a particularly gentle tone, “What would it be, Little Violet?”
Violet blinked and looked up at Hodgins. The last drop spilled from her eyes.
“If, only if... there comes a time when you will quit the postal company and start doing something else...”
“Hm.”
“...please call me. No matter where you are, I will rush to you.”
“Hm.”
“I will definitely be of help... Even if not, should your luggage become too much, please call me when you need someone to carry it for you. I shall hasten to visit you.”
“For real?”
“Yes. I, too, will carry President’s luggage. You should know it. I am strong.”
“Huhu, yep, definitely. One day, you’ll understand what I mean by ‘luggage’. Hey...”
No one would imagine that a single drop could be the start of something so big. However, it would earn itself great meaning after a while passed. Should it continue pouring, it could also summon boundless blessings and curses.
   “Hiya, I’m Hodgins. What’s your name?”
Silence.
“This kid’s such a taciturn.”
“She... doesn’t have a name yet. She’s an orphan with no education. Can’t talk either.”
“That’s so terrible of you. She’s such a beauty. Just give a name worthy of her.”
   “Little Violet, thanks for meeting me.”
Love was almost like rain.
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kiegosbby · 3 years
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i was wondering if you write something with bakugou and female y/n going to a halloween party but she's wearing something kinda sexy she ends up teasing him all night, but when they get home bakugou let's them have it
Bakugo x reader | word count roughly 1.5k
Warnings: includes smut, slight drinking and just mature shit overall.
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You were getting ready for a Halloween Mina invited you to, you loved party but tonight feels like a stay in night, and you needed some much need time alone with bakugo.
but from what your costume was, you were very excited. You were going as a black cat, with a very short black mini skirt, fishnet leggings and a tight black top. You had your cat ears and a little tail.
you were going to fuck with him all night.
bakugo didn’t want to wear a costume, but you made him wear some dog ears, which took a lot of forcing to do if we’re being honest.
When you were both about to leave you saw bakugo eyeing you up and down, and you blushed slightly, tonight was gonna be a long night.
when you arrived to the party, Mina greeted you complimenting your costume and bakugos dog ears.
When you got in the party you immediately went for a drink, you needed to loosen up and gain some more confidence. You poured yourself some punch and looked over to see bakugo talking to kirishima, he looked like he was yelling at him but you knew bakugo was having a good time. ‘now to make that time even better...’
After a while of talking to everyone, and saying hello to everyone and seeing there costumes, you decided it was time.
You walked over to bakugo and started talking with him and denki, who was pickachu which you thought was hilarious as laughed about it for about ten minutes before you let up.
you were thinking of ways to tease bakugo and you noticed your drink was empty, and a thought came to your head.
“Hey kasiki can you fill my drink please?” You asked with a innocent smile.
“Fine but only because I want out of this dumbass conversation.” He went to grab your cup and you “accidentally” dropped it.
“Oh I’m sorry! Here let me pick it up for you” you smiled devilishly and bent over in front of him, your skirt riding up causing him to see the outline of the black lace panties you wore, and his eyes went wide and he pulled your shoulder making you come back up.
He pulled you away from denki, who was blushing and wide eyed, and pulled you over to where the punch bowl was.
“What the hell do you think your doing y/n?” He asked with a growl, making a shiver go up your spine.
“Sorry baby I was just picking up the cup I didn’t mean to do anything..” you looked up at him innocently, and pulled your bottom lip out at him.
he scoffed and put his arm on your thigh, slowly sliding it up and around to your ass, tightly grabbing it. You squeaked and he growled in your ear.
“I don’t know what your up to baby girl, but i don’t like it so stop. Got it?”
“Y-yes I’m sorry” you were blushing madly and wanted him to touch you more. Needed him to touch you more. But he let go and went to go find denki to make sure he didn’t see anything he wasn’t supposed to.
You smoothed your skirt down and fixed your slightly frizzy hair. You poured yourself some more punch, and went to go find Mina. You had a great idea.
“Hey mina do you think we could set up cup pong?” You asked with a wide smile.
“Of course! I’ll clear the table right now and set it up, find a partner and I’ll be on the other team!” She said and walked over to the table and cleared it off.
you smiled and walked over to bakugo tapping him on the shoulder and interrupting his conversation with deku.
“Bakugo will you pleaseeee play cup pong with me” you smiled up at him trying to not look suspicious, but he saw right through it.
“Of course y/n I’d love to.” He said and walked over to the table with you, Mina set it up, and made todoroki be her partner.
“So you go first y/n and then I’ll go.” You nodded and moved past bakugo. There was only you four there, as everyone else was enjoying the party and dancing, you were about to make bakugo crumble.
You made sure to stand right in front of him, and bent over making your skirt go up, showing your now, bare ass with only fishnets. While you were in the bathroom you took them off, and put them in your purse. You wanted to have a little more fun.
He looked down and his eyes almost popped out of his fucking head you swear. He kept staring until Mina noticed.
“Bakugo you ok? You look really red” Mina said a little concerned.
“Of course I’m fine why wouldn’t I be fine.” He said in a angry tone which made you turn around and smile at him.
“You sure baby? Seems like somethings wrong maybe we should go home and rest for a while.” You smiled and reached up to put a hand on his face, pretending to check his temperature.
“I’m fine dumbass let’s keep playing.” He looked down at you with a sadistic smile and you gulped. Maybe you went a little to far?
as the rounds went on you felt bakugo stare at you and you became nervous under his glare. He kept giving slight touches, and you started to crumble.
This isn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to crumble not you. Where had your plan backfired? You looked back and couldn’t decide. as the game came to a end, Mina and todoroki won, not a big surprise.
Bakugo walked you to the door and you turned around announcing to everyone that you were leaving and wished them a safe night.
when you got to the car door, out of everyone’s sight and to where they couldn’t hear, you got more nervous and slowly got in the car.
you looked down at your lap. The drive home was silent and you got more and more nervous as time went by. Soon enough you were pulling into your driveway and bakugo spoke out, “go inside, and I want you to lay on the bed leave your fishnets on and take everything else off. Got it?”
You gulped and let out a shaky sigh. “Y-yes sir”
You quickly went to the house unlocking and running into the bedroom. You quickly took everything off and laid on the bed. When you heard the door open and close you started shaking with anticipation, heat slowly looking at your core. you were so excited and nervous.
when he walked in you saw that he stripped himself of everything but his boxers, already half hard.
“Want to explain yourself baby girl before I punish you?” He asked walking over to you and running his hands over your breasts, slowly rubbing your nipples tugging and twisting them.
“I just wanted to tease you a little.. I’m sorry I went to far..” you said and looked away from him embarrassed and tried to cover your face.
He grabbed your jaw and made you look at him “Aww baby do you need that much attention? It’s ok because from why you pulled I’m gonna have to punish you. Hard. you’ve been bad and I can’t tolerate that understand?”
“Yes s-sir” you felt the slick begin to pool in between your legs and you rubbed them together desperate for any sort of friction.
“Tch Tch. Your acting all needy now.. you’ve been a bad girl your gonna have to wait baby girl. now get on your hands and knees over my lap baby. It’s time for your punishment.” Let let go and sat down on the bed waiting for you to follow his command.
You followed his command and you knew what was coming and you were ecstatic. he saw how happy you got and put his hand on your head and pulled it back. “This is a punishment you understand that you pain whore? I’m giving you 15 and your going to count after each spank and say thank you sir. you got that baby? Be a good girl for me.”
“Yes sir.” You felt your cunt throb with want. It needed something, anything.
His first spank went down and you yelped and tried to move away. He pulled you back and moved to whisper in your ear.
“Keep moving like that and we’re gonna have a problem. That’s two more spanks for not saying thank you. Make good decisions baby girl I could stay here all day. “
You nodded your head in understanding and got ready for the next spank.
His hand came down harshly and you let out a Yelp, the slap sending vibrations to your pussy and you moaned with pleasure, quick to say what he wanted.
“Two,Thank you sir!” You said quickly and he chuckled
“Good girl. Keep that up and this won’t go much longer.”
After that he gave you what he said he would, all the hits and your ass was now red. He rubbed it softly, and said praises into your ears. He lifted you up and pushed your head down into the bed with your ass up.. this was going to be a hell of a night...
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yukisflowergarden · 2 years
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Flowers 🌸 -chapter 2- Day 1
Mammon x Mc
⚠️Warnings⚠️
Hey honestly, just bad grammar and spelling 😅(you know your English is bad when even auto correct can’t save you)
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If anyone else wants to be tagged let me know ☺️
Previous🌸
^ Here is chapter one/ link to the previous chapter
Author note:
I remember reading something that was like this from a different fandom, however I can’t remember the original author who gave me this idea, so if anyone knows please let me know!
Also this is my first time writing a fic series, so I’d love the feed back, and feel free to be as harsh as you need to be, I want to become better at writing fics and stories, so then I can be better in future series!
(Also just for context to understand the story, just think about how you weren’t chosen for the exchange program, and instead you were the one to be the one to oversee the exchange student, *in this case mammon*) - Yes I’m adding this author note to every chapter, don’t question it.
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(Y/N’s POV)
Throughout my whole walk home, my wrist has had a burning sensation, it was right on my soulmate mark too. I checked and no, my soulmate didn’t write anything new on it...so why was it burning? Could it be Mammon? No. He’s just an exchange student it can’t be anything beyond that,... right?
(Mammon’s POV)
This human was dead silent the whole walk to the dorm, not a single peep, much different from living with all my brothers. So I simply ignored it, however there was one thing that I couldn’t ignore, it that burning sensation on my wrist, it wasn’t really painful, and it would go here and there, but it never burnt like this before.
Surly it couldn’t be because of them, this human, right? Why would my soulmate be a human if I were a demon huh? But not gonna lie, they seemed pretty cute, for a human anyway. Geez, now my heart is beating faster, what’s next?
(Y/N’s POV)
Before we knew it, we were already at the front door.
“So this is the place huh?” Mammon said, arms crossed and a slight, blush on his cheeks. “Hm? Oh yeah this is it, I know it’s not much but I hope it’s to your liking, please you go first.” I say as I move to the side letting him walk inside.
“Wow, not to bad human, you do have some sort of style.”
“My name is Y/N, not ‘human’, but thanks anyway.” Here I’ll show you where your room is,” I say leading him down the small hallway in the dorm room. (Note: just think of it as like something a little bigger than a hotel room). “If you need anything, just call out to me, I’m gonna star making lunch, you happy with,... biscuits and cheese?” (Yeah idk it’s the first this thing hat came to my mind). “What’s that?” He yelled out in confusion from his room.”
“You seriously don’t know what that is? You know what just let me make it and you’ll see.”
(Mammon’s POV)
The human had style, here I thought she’d be the old, classy type like a certain brother of mine.
When I got into my room I checked my wrist if my soulmate had drew something, but not even a single line, just the flower I drew this morning. Why was it burning like that for? But before I could deeply think about it, the human called out to me.
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(Mammon’s POV)
Not going to lie, the human was a pretty good cook, what did they call it again? Ugh whatever it was, it was amazing. I think this won’t be so bad after all, I’m glad Lucifer nominated me to stay here in the human world.
They were pretty nice too, they offered to help me with finding my way around campus, with homework I don’t understand, why where they so nice? To me a demon of all people...unless they don’t know I’m a demon...but surly they must know right?
There wasn’t any point in pondering the question any longer, they were asleep already, so I couldn’t ask them if I wanted.
(Y/N’s POV)
He was a nice guy, sure he was a tsundere saying stuff like “pfft, I don’t need a human like you to help me with homework”, and “I am fine! I don’t need you to show me mad drag me everywhere, I’ll find it myself!” But it might just be him, part of his personality to make him unique. It was better than being a complete ass, there are much worse people in the world than Someone like him denying everything that he actually wants and likes. Honestly, I did like him, sure he made my heart flutter, but he was just an exchange student, so he’d leave once school was finished this year.
Then my wrist began to burn again. Why is this happening?! It hurts yeah but not so bad I wanted to cry.
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(Y/N’s POV)
The sun quickly rose, and once again I was awoken from the burning on my wrist. Today it was a daisy, and it was really well drawn.
But I had no time to worry about that, I had to make breakfast, make a bento, get myself ready for school, and then get to school early to give Mammon a quick tour on where his classes are.
Not to mention I then have to report to the headmaster on how everything was settled. So let’s just hope nothing goes horrible today, I already know I’ll be tired by the start of school.
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(Mammon’s POV)
The humans super nice, they made pancakes for breakfast, made bentos for the both of us, showed me around school. This was a nice break from all the drama back at home, I could get loose to life he-...no, she’s a human. This is the human world, I can’t live here if I wanted, my life as a demon, and the Avatar of Greed was a...big duty. Even if I did learn to accept my feeling about them, they’d just disappear, faster than I can blink.
I just need to suppress my feelings, besides it’s not me to fall for a human, a human with no powers, no strength,...so fragile. They probably don’t even like me anyway...I mean they just handed me in their care, it’s not like they actually wanted to be around me, so they just deal with it, right?
(Y/N’s POV)
My wrist was burning all day today, it was annoying, I swear Mammon had something to do with this! But...that can’t be right? If I looked at his wrist I could...no, that would be invading his personal life. But, what if he was my soulmate? What if he was the one I waited forever for? Just thinking about that possibility made my mark burn again, was this a sign?
He was everything, he was cute in the face, his personality was,...interesting but I was drawn to it, he had the softest, fluffy hair,...everything. I loved his smile, but it felt like he was hiding something. But if I asked that would be intruding won’t it? Tomorrow I’ll ask him, I want to get to know him on a more personal level, and hopefully I don’t get seen as rude.
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(Y/N’s POV)
It’s been a whole week, and now it is Saturday, and I still have yet to get to know him personally. Maybe I could show him around the town, maybe stop by a cafe and chat, cliche, I know but, it works, doesn’t it?
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Trade ya
based on this ask
TW//Slight violence and a mention of blood
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Macaque slipped back into the theatre after his little chat with the Monkey Kid.
Boy howdy, that kid had some explaining to do, to his companions. If only he could stick around and watch that mess unfold. But he had to retrieve his lamp.
Honestly, that was easier than he thought it would be.
Wich was concerning.
As Macaque walked over to the stage he paused for a moment, where was (y/n) is all this?
The Monkey King was off doing his own thing for a while, and he'd assumed his kid would be hanging around Mk and his friends, yet the amber-furred monkey wasn't with them when they had entered the theatre.
Did Mk literally forget one of his friends? damn, he was starting to become like the Hero...
despite everything that's happened between them since the whole 'I stole the Monkey Kings powers from Mk and broke his trust leaving him emotionally distressed' thing, he actually wanted to get to know his kid(and maybe convince them to join him)the week of stalking wasn't enough for him to say the least.
Disregarding the thought (though not entirely) he make is way back to the remains of the lap.
And with a little magic it was good an new!
Fuck ya!
As he admirered his handy work for s little longer and sound of clapping caught is attention. Wiping his head around he saw the wired guy in a pin strip suit form the play, if Macaque remembered correctly this was the guy that game my the *Skeleton Key.
"My my, that was such a magnificent performance!"
"Ha, ya well it's over, t-this was the last show actually"
Oh he did not like this for a single second. His fur was standing on there ends screaming for him to just leave.
Just as Macaque was about to use the shadows to escape, in a flash of icy blue light the guy was now behind him, and the next thing he know he was being picked up by the neck and for some reason couldn't, fucking move.
What the actual hell is happening???
"Lady Bone Demon would like a word with you~"
In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed form the damaged auditorium he'd rented out to and underground cave with mechanical parts and machines everywhere.
Just one wif of the musty roten air and he knew he was in the Spider Queens lair. But it looked different then it had been that last time he was there.
Then again it's been centuries since he was last there.
He was shortly let go by the insane suite wareing guy and rubbed his neck where it had been grabbed. And just like that the guy disappeared, leaving the Lady Bone Demon in his stead.
"Why greetings Macaque, its beet long since we last spoke"
" not long enough if you ask me"
The white haired lady let out a hum of acknowledgement as she circled the monkey.
...
"Soo any particular reason why you got one of your brain dead servents to get me?" Macaque questioned, pulling back a bit not wanting to be in her immediate range.
Up purely tactical.
"Ah, well it's come to my attention that you poses something of grate use to me" her icy gaze fixed on the lamp.
"Ya not happening" Macaque said flatly, he went though a lot to get his hands on this thing and he wasn't going to part with it so easily. Besides what ever the Lady Bone Demon was planning, would spell doom for the world as they know it.
Macaque my be a bad guy in some sense, maby even be considered an antihero-that was just more of an ass on a good day- but he wasn't one for wold domination.
In the past he just wanted to wreck heaven with his dear beloved friend befor his change of heart, not enslave mankind. They just wanted to prove there worth nothing more. But this bitch, na she was jack shit crazy. It took the combined forces of Demons and celestials alike to seal her away, himself being one of said demons.
"Ohh what a shame, looks like I'll be keeping this little one then"
In a puff of smoke (y/n) collapses on the foor to her, there fur slightly matted with blood and a visible gash on the left eye.
Similar to where his was-
It wasn't deep and wouldn't cause damage, but it still needed treatment.
Holy hell is this where (y/n) was all this time?
Macaques mind was going a mile a minute but he kept his poker face.
"And I sould care about some random kid because?"
"Oh~ Don't play dumb with me, Six Eared Macaque. You know exactly who this little one is" she started using her powers for lift the amber-furred monkey off the ground there one good (color) eye glosed over and hazy.
"After all this is your child"
"Hate to brake it to ya, but I don't have a kid"
"My sources say other wise"
Several screens descended for the walls and around them, all flicked to like to reveal footage of Macaque during his little stalking mission when he first planed to steal the Monkey Kings powers and found out about his long lost kid, and then some other footage of his watching them from the shadows.
Oh, oh no.
"I had my suspension on the Luner New Years, but your reaction solidify's my assumption"
Wha- shit his poker face slipped! Shiiiit
"So I'll ask again, the lamp or your child- they won't die persay, but I think the underground market would pay a hefty sum for one of such unique lineage"
His heart was beating faster than he thought possible, wait why would it be doing that! He shouldn't care! Should he?
Glancing between the lamp and (y/n)'s beaten form Macaque made a decision he might soon come to regret.
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(Y/n) was having a good evening, well that was until the Spider Queens minions jumped them while on there way to the theater to meet up with the others(minus Sandy, what he had cats to take care of!)
When the first woke up it was in a dingy cell. And the next thing they knew the Spider Queen tried to get information about the Monkey Kings whereabouts.
"Ya right like the peach loving old man tells me anything! So if you could kindly let me on my marry way that would be fantastic"
You realy needed to know when to such your mouth or just give total bullshit information because Queeni had gotten pissed, and tried to beat the information out of you.
The Lady Bone Demon had to pry the spider off you. Saying you still had a use befor you blacking out.
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When they woke for a second time everything was hazy, and there was muffled talking almost like they where under water.
Water was nice, you should learn to swim! It seems like fun! Maby you could get Mk or Mai to teach you.
After all the Monkey King was a shitty swimmer- wait no he was crap as under water fights, but wouldn't that require swimming as well-
Uh oh, was you being moved? Nooo das no gooood stop!
Ughhh why won't the muffin voices stop! And why can't I feel my eye!
E-y-e
Y E S spelles yes
E Y E S spells eyes how did that one guy get that confused, and you is moving again ST 0 p
Wait this was more comfy than before, is that red? Oh my moons it is! It's so soft!
And soft it was and you drifted to a more comfortable rest this time.
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The third and final time (y/n) woke, they weren't in a cell, or had a hazy mindset. Areas not that hazy, but this time it was more so due to medicine than pain.
In fact they lay on a plush mattress, with equally soft pillows and nice heavy blankets tossed other them.
As (y/n) sat up they winced in pain slightly.
Looking down they take notice of the bandages, and a slitting head- and there are bandages on your eye as well fucking perfect.
"Good to see your up" a voice greated. Wiping their head to the side, there stood Macaques with a slight concerned look on his face.
Wha- owowowowowowowow
Probably shouldn't be moving so fast as (y/n) winced in pain again.
As (y/n) tried to steady themselves again and think of a retort, and side of the bed diped and a hand was placed oh your forehead, whilst the other heaped your arm.
"What are you-" "checking to see if you're fever spiked " "I has a heaver?" "Fever, and yes it set is last night after a particularly nasty infection" "oh"
"Wait, why are you-"
"The Bone bitch had you, i-i couldn't just let her harm you any more than she already had"
"That's dumb, you're dumb"
Sigh
"Okay back to sleep with you"
"Where am I?" "One of my safe houses, now sleep"
Sleep but what if...
"I-its okay, it'll be okay I'll be here when you wake again"
(y/n) blinked at him.
"I promise" he said softly as he guided you back down to the pillow, he retucked you in and was about to leave when (y/n) caught his hand.
Well fuck
Uhhh, you know what he's had a long fucking day himself he needs some sleep too.
So discarding his scarf to the side, as well as some armor plating and his shoes, Macaque got into the bed himself and just used himself. As he made himself comfortable, back tuned away for his pup a single thought echoed in his head.
'Im a fucking dad now, geat'
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*Skelton Keys are said to open any door, plus the cannon key had a skull on it so why not?
UwU Anon you have no idea what this means, you have water my crops cleared my skin and my mind is sane!
I was originally planing to have this thing where the spider queen captured the reader/oc and used the robo parasight to make them a follower, but this, this is so much better sksksksksksk
I did most of this on mobile and my auto correct is bitchy 🙃
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Call of the Ocean Chapter 39: Not The Moment For Sass
Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader
Word count: 5624
Chapter Summary: Dean and Roan learn what the king has been through all this time. Dean really needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut.
Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.
A/N: I need a new laptop :’v. This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva. Text dividers made by the awesome @talesmaniac89
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Dean closed his eyes as Roan's screams echoed along the halls. He winced in pain as he moved around the small cell. Michael had decided to take turns with each of them, torturing them, trying to get any information he could. But Dean wasn’t an idiot, he knew better. He could tell, Michael was insane. No different than the humans who were serial killers up on the surface. Dean made his way slowly towards the bars of the cell that looked into where the king was held captive.
“I take it,” He said with a wince. “You’re the real ruler of this kingdom?”
The merman was staring ahead, barely acknowledging Dean, hands shackled behind him.“Who are you?”
“I’m just a friend,” he said as he looked at the king. “Your daughter misses you.” he said in a soft whisper making sure that the guards couldn’t hear him.
“Is she safe?” The king whispered. “Just tell me that she is safe and away from here.”
“She is,” Dean assured quietly. “She’s been plotting a way to come home and rescue you for days now.”
“She needs to stay away,” the king muttered. His eyes fixed on a spot on the ocean floor. “She and Thasman are the only hope for this kingdom.” The king winced in pain as the shackles burned on his skin. “I can handle pain, but I cannot handle losing her to a monster like him.”
“She can’t stand the thought of losing you to him either.”
The sound of guards approaching made Dean move away from the bars. There was Roan bloodied and being dragged. Once they put him in the cell with Dean, the human rushed to merman and helped him to the small rock bench in the cell.
“What did they do to you, man?” Dean asked in a whisper. He tried to look for anything to help stop Roan’s bleeding.
“You don’t want to know.” He groaned.
Dean nodded and sighed. “I let the king know that Y/N is safe. Couldn’t tell him more, but at least he knows she’s safe.”
“Roan?” Nereus said as he swam to the bars. “Roan, tell me everything you know. What happened and what is the plan that this mer--” The king stopped mid sentence as he noticed the pendant around Dean’s neck. “Why do you have that?”
Dean wrapped his hand around the pendant and sighed. “Y/N let me keep it.”
“Your highness,” Roan said with a bow of his head. “I beg you pardon me, but I don’t know anything.” He turned his head to signal at the guard who seemed to swim by giving the king a knowing look.
The king nodded as he cast a suspicious glance at Dean. Nereus watched as the guard swam away and looked over at Roan.
“It is good to see you are alive, Roan,” The king said before moving back to his own rock bench in his cell.
The merman in question gave a pained laugh. “Wait until that leech gets tired of me.”
“We just need to hold on, buddy.” Dean whispered as he took in more of his and Roan’s injuries. The water surrounding him had begun to gain a red tint to it, barely noticeable before the blood disappeared into the salty water. He cast his eyes down, barely containing a hiss in pain as he saw how Roan’s tail was missing scales and the end of his tail was ripped on his right side. “By this time tomorrow it’ll be over.”
“I miss Thasman,” Roan whispered. He closed his eyes and hissed in pain as Dean tried to tend to his wounds. “I guess we shouldn’t have gone out of the cave.”
“I know, but, no use in dwelling on it now,” Dean said as he eyed the guard who seemed to swim in front of their cell.
There was something about the guard that made Dean look at him curiously. Leaning back against the coral wall Dean could only imagine how scared Y/N was. His fingers enclosed the pendant one more time before taking a deep breath. He had to have faith that everything would be okay.
“I want the stranger,” Michaels voice echoed.
Dean’s eyes shot open as he looked at Roan. “Looks like it’s my turn.” he muttered as he took in a deep breath.
"Dean--" Roan said as he held on to the human.
“I’ll be okay,” Dean breathed. “I just have to find my happy place right? My happy place is being with Y/N. So If I just--” he paused to lick his lips. The salty sea taste seemed to calm him. “If I just imagine I’m with her, I should be okay.”
Roan placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “stay strong Dean.”
“Let’s go!” the guard braked as he reached for Dean.
Roan could do nothing but watch as Dean was dragged away from the cell and out of sight.
“Thasman,” he whispered in a silent prayer. “Please hurry.”
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Dean glared at Michael as they had him strung up in the middle of the throne room.
“I don’t understand you,” Michael said. “You do not act like any merman I know. Where is your pod located?”
“Why? So you can do to my family what you’ve done to this place?” Dean huffed with a smirk. “No thanks.”
Dean sucked in a breath as Michael dragged the blade along his chest drawing a bit of blood.
“I can do this all day,” Michael sighed. “And it is of course natural that you are defiant, resisting and what not. But it’s only a matter of time. I know the dolphin trainer will break. And when I find the guard, I will slice the dolphin trainer’s throat right in front of him. ”
Dean gave him a small smirk, “From what I hear, Thasman was able to beat you fair and square.” he sneered. “You may have been a guard of Zenara, but look at yourself. You’re nothing more than a coward who cut down a fellow merman because of your own ego.”
“You don’t know me,” Michael huffed. He grabbed Dean's face and squeezed his cheeks. “That good for nothing orphan did not best me. There was no way he could best me. Even if I have to kill the entire royal court, the scroll keeper, the orphan guard,” Michale paused as he carved the dagger into Dean’s skin. “I will make sure that I end them all. And the princess, she will be my trophy.”
“My god you’re an asshole,” Dean huffed as Michael pulled the dagger away. “They aren’t trophies or playthings!” he hissed. “You don’t deserve to have the princess. She will never bow down to you.”
“You speak as if you know her?” Michael said as he raised his eyebrow at Dean. “You are a peasant. And the princess would never even look at an insignificant barnacle such as yourself.”
Dean yelled as electricity coursed through his body. The damn bastard had the eels ready to strike. Breathing heavily, Dean let out an agonizing laugh and looked at Michael.
“That tickled,” Dean said as he took in a deep ragged breath. “What is torturing me going to prove?”
“Oh,” Michael sighed with a shrug. “It’s just because I can. There’s something I don’t like about you. There is this--” he clicked his tongue and placed his hand on the back of Dean’s neck. “Defiance I see in your eyes. And I have a feeling I can find something to break you.”
“Buddy,” Dean huffed. “You don't know me. You won’t break me.”
“I do love a challenge,” Michael smiled.
Dean’s screams echoed through the castle’s halls as Michael began to do his worst.
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Dean groaned as he opened his eyes. Roan’s face came into view as he regained consciousness. He passed out somewhere in between Michael’s torture and thinking about Y/N. But what he didn’t count on was some of his injuries being almost healed.
“Dean?” Roan’s voice sounded far away, but there was evident relief in the merman’s tone. “Thank Poseidon you’re okay. I don’t think Y/N would have forgiven me if you had died.”
Dean wanted to laugh, but instead settled on just nodding. “Well, I’m still alive.” He mumbled groggily before stopping in his tracks. “How you feeling, man?”
“I’m more worried about you, jellyfish,” Roan muttered as he looked around to slowly pull out the healing balm he found. “This showed up not long after you were dragged away.”
The human cocked an eyebrow. “Out of nowhere?”
“Seemed like it.” Roan shrugged as he gently placed more balm on Dean’s injuries before wrapping them in kelp. “What did he do to you?”
Dean only gave a soft shake of his head as he eyed Roan from head to– uh, well, tail, to look how his injuries were going. He frowned at the sight of some of the merman’s scales still missing.
“Buddy, tell me you used the balm on yourself. Come on.” Dean said as he frowned at Roan.
“You would’ve done the same if you had seen the state they dragged you in.”
“Thas is going to go ballistic when he sees what that asshole did to you.” Dean pointed out. “How is the king holding up?”
Roan held up a finger, swimming slowly to the door of the cell before calling softly. “Your Majesty?”
“I’m fine, Roan.”
Dean looked around and carefully swam towards the connection to the king’s cell, “I never got to introduce myself, name’s Dean.”
“King Nereus of Sindarta. You are a rogue merman, I suppose?” Nereus tried to make himself more comfortable with his hands cuffed behind his back. “I would correct you on how to introduce yourself to royalty, but I’m not exactly in any position to do so at the moment.”
“Sorry,” Dean chuckled. “Don’t get to meet royalty much. I wish I had seen your kingdom under better circumstances.”
“I wish I had protected my kingdom better.” The king confessed.
“You were out for a long while, Dean. Michael had another turn with His Grace while you were unconscious.”
“Fuck,” Dean cursed. “We need to find a way out, Ro. That guy out there is just sick and twisted. I’ll be damned if I let Y/N anywhere near him.”
The sound of merpeople swimming nearby shut them up. A guard appeared in front of each of the cells, a tray containing what Dean thought was mermaid food in their hands. Roan and Dean’s guard pushed a tray containing two portions of food, one for each of them, Dean supposed. The tray was pushed inside with a muttered “you have five minutes” before the guard left again. Dean caught a glance of the guard in front of the king’s assigned guard, who was doing the same thing.
Dean looked at Roan and raised his eyebrow, “what is this?” he whispered. “Would kill for a burger instead.” he muttered.
“Dead coral and what I would guess,” Roan sniffed at one of the pieces of meat they were served. “Yeah. I used this with my dolphins all the time.”
“And that is…”
Roan only shook his head in response. “You need to eat. It’s better if you don’t know what it is.”
Dean sighed and ran a hand across his face, “guess he’s keeping all the good food for himself,” he groaned as he swam towards the bench with his food. “Five minutes, jeez. Guess that means he’s setting up for the next round.”
“Hey, you have my food there as well.” The merman complained softly as he followed. As he sat beside Dean, he took one of the pieces of dead coral and made a face before giving it a small bite. “If tastef bether awive.”
Dean stared at the merman and his own piece of dead coral reluctantly, murmuring. “Is it safe for me to eat this?”
“It’s not going to make Michael’s torture worst for you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Roan mumbled back. “It’ll just make you feel heavier, limp, if you’d like, you have less of a chance of fighting against the guards that way.”
That had Dean snatching Roan’s coral away from him, hissing outraged. “Why the fuck are you eating it if you know that?!”
“Because that is the only food we will get.” The merman explained. “It’s a tactic widely used amongst every kingdom I have heard of. War prisoners, traitors, enemies. They all get the same thing. Being with a royal guard has its advantages.”
“The dolphin food too?”
“That’s just a taunt towards me. Since, you know, dolphin trainer.”
Dean turned in the direction of the king’s cell. “And you’ve been eating this willingly for a month now?”
“It’s either that or not being alive if Michael is defeated and my daughter comes back.” Nereus spat.
That had Dean blushing in shame. The King had a point. “Sorry, Your Highness.”
And so, the three remaining minutes went by in an awkward silence as they all ate. As soon as the time was up, both guards returned, all stern faces and menacing stares. Dean could only wish that the torture was over soon. But he knew it wouldn’t happen. He looked up at the guards and glared back.
“What are you looking at rogue?” the guard growled. A few feet away, he heard the other guard talking to the King.
Dean gave their guard a sarcastic smile. “Oh nothing, just your stupid face.”
The guard swam up to Dean and quickly slammed his face against the coral wall. “Say that again, barnacle. I don’t think His Highness would mind me feeding parts of your fin to the sharks.”
He shut his eyes, trying to distract himself from the pain caused by the impact. “But he would, wouldn’t he? Because you’d be throwing away what he thinks is someone who will tell him where to find this Princess you all talk so much about.”
“I doubt you know anything,” the guard huffed. “You’re nothing but sea trash. Something tossed aside and worthless. I doubt you would even know what the princess looks like.” At that moment the guard slipped him a small container and made sure Dean had wrapped his fingers around it. “What would someone like you know about a princess who is nothing but a trophy to bear his highness’s children. And once she has made herself useful he will toss her aside and pick a better wife.”
The human struggled harder against the guard, rabid. “Seems I know her more than you do.”
“If you don’t learn to keep your mouth shut, I’ll make sure you don’t make it back from your next session.” the guard growled before leaning in to whisper. “You’re lucky Micheal never saw the necklace around the princess’s neck. Help is coming, you just need to hold on.” With that, he pushed back and gave Dean one punch in his ribs before swimming to the door of the cell.
As he struggled to regain his breath, Dean heard the King grunt in pain in his own cell, as well as the guards closing each door. He finally took a peek at the container the guard had smuggled into his fist. When Roan let him know they left, he made his way to the cell door. “King Nereus?”
The King’s breathless ‘yes’ filled him with relief. As soon as he caught sight of the King’s face, he raised the container, giving the King a questioning look. The King shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. Can’t exactly do much the way I’m chained.”
“Roan,” Dean breathed as he raised the container. “I think one of the guards is a double agent.”
“A what?” Roan asked and looked at the container.
“It means I think one of the guards is on our side, helping us,” Dean said. He gave Roan the container. “I bet you anything it’s balm. I think the king should get that, and you.”
“You need to heal more before Michael takes you again. You take it. Y/N wouldn’t like it if you were injured.”
Dean shook his head, “it would hurt her and Thas more if you and the King were hurt worse,” He breathed.
“There’s not much the King can do. His hands are tied behind him, remember?” he tried to joke. “As for me… I’ll be fine. What are a few missing scales for one day?”
“Shut the hell up and let me put this on you, then. I’m not arguing with you anymore; I’m telling ya: you’re fucking using this.”
“Dean--” Roan began.
“The human is right, Roan,” The king said as he looked into the cell from his own. “You need the balm, use it.”
Dean froze in fear at Nereus’ words. He gave Roan a nervous glance. “Did I talk while I was unconscious, by any chance? Or do we just speak that loudly?”
The king let out a dry laugh, “there is nothing that can escape me. Either way, you do not speak like someone from the outer pods. I should know, my wife was from one.” he breathed.
“You think Michael knows?”
The king growled his negative, “He may be cunning, but he is not the sharpest sea glass in the ocean,” he looked at the pendant before raising his gaze to Dean. “I know that belongs to her. And if she gave it to you, it means that you belong to each other.”
“Your Highness,” Roan said as he looked to the king. “I don’t think it wise to discuss this now. I suggest we try and stay alive until Thasman and Y/N come with the Zenarians.” Roan whispered as he looked to the king.
“It’s good it worked.” Nereus breathed. “I believe there are more merpeople from the resistance that have infiltrated the ranks. As you know Roan, patience is the best way to win.”
Dean stayed silent as he listened to the exchange. He swam to the small window looking out to the outskirts of the kingdom. He wondered what it would be like to swim with Y/N as she showed him where she grew up. Roan was right; dead coral hit hard. Moving seemed like a big task and even talking made him tired.The next thing Dean knew, he and Roan were allowed to sleep and it wasn’t long before the sound of fighting stirred him awake.
His limbs were still numb and heavy, causing his turning to be slow, but the commotion was loud enough to wake the three prisoners up. Hissing in slight pain, Dean turned slowly to the bars of the prison and watched as the guards from before swam into their cell and spoke to Roan. The next thing he knew, the guards were struggling to get the now weak-thrashing and grunting merman up.
The words were sluggish in his ears but he knew they were talking in Sindartan.
“Ro!” Dean muttered as he tried to get up. “Let him go, you assholes! You want to torture someone, torture me!” he slurred, trying to get up from the prison bed.
The guards shared a look before one gave Roan a punch in his face, leaving the merman defenceless for a couple of seconds as the second guard approached Dean. Unfortunately for the human, the effect of the dead coral was still in full swing and he barely had the strength to somewhat squirm as the guard tied his hands behind him.
“His Highness has something special planned for both of you.”
“Sick fucks.” He groaned.
The guard answered by turning him around harshly and punching Dean in the face before tugging on his arm. “Up you go, rogue. his Highness is not feeling patient.”
“He isn’t the real king,” Dean spat as the blood flowed into the salt water like a mist. “You all are following a liar and a thief!”
“You’ll bow sooner or later.” The guard grunted. In front of them, Roan had been dragged out of the cell, grunting for the guard to leave Dean alone. “Move.”
Dean struggled against his captures as he and Roan were dragged to the throne room.
“You are nothing but traitors.” he sneered weakly. “No one will ever trust a word you say for what you’ve done. How could you do this to your kingdom?” He remembered the stories Y/N and Thasman would tell about the kingdom and its people. “You’ve sucked the life out of it. Your kingdom is dying!”
“Silence rogue!” the guard said as he punched him in the ribs making Dean gasp at the impact. The guard leaned in close to his ear. “Brace yourself,” he whispered. “Tighten your muscles.”
Dean closed his eyes and groaned when the blow came. “Shit!”
“We have the rogue and the dolphin trainer, sire,” The guard said as they presented Dean and Roan to Michael.
There he sat on the King’s throne as two merwomen began to feed him. They seemed to be scared of him as he ran his hands across their tails. Dean could only imagine what he would do if he ever got his hands on Y/N. The thought made him growl in anger at the psychopath.
Michael cast a bored look on them. “Chain them up.”
Another pair of guards appeared at their sides, helping Roan and Dean’s respective guards to chain their hands and tails so they wouldn’t have room to try anything once the coral’s effect had ended.
With a heavy sigh, Michael got up from the throne and lazily swam towards a table full of weapons, “You know, I must admit,” he let out a chuckle. “You have very good weapons here, not as sophisticated as Zenara’s, but it is a good effort.” he let out a sigh and looked at the king. “I know the dolphin trainer is one of your former subjects. A traitor for helping the orphan escape with my princess.” Michael swam to the king grabbing a fist full of his hair and pullling his head back. “Which one do I start with, the lowly trainer? Or the degenerate rogue?”
The king stayed silent as he glared at Michael. With a growl, Michael let go of Nereus’s hair and turned to his guards.
“String him up with the other two,” he barked. “I’ll torture all three of them until one of them talks!”
“You… are one sick, disgusting son of a bitch,” Dean breathed, head almost hanging numbly due to that godforsaken coral. “We told you, we don’t know anything.”
Michael let out a laugh, “and I know you’re lying!” he walked over to Dean. “you and the trainer were caught near the human land. Those disgusting creatures.” Michael spat. “We are gods in our own right and they should bow down to us. And I know dear, sweet Y/N has a fascination with the human world.”
“So what? Too scared to go on land or too stupid to find her at sea?”
Micheal looked at one of the guards and snapped his fingers. Dean yelled as the jolt of electricity rushed through him.
“Want to say that again, rogue?” Michael laughed. “The only reason I won’t put a fin on land,” he grabbed a hold of Dean’s hair and pulled him back, “Is because it is too vast. I wouldn’t know where to look. But--” he swam over to Roan and smiled. “I think you would know. You and that orphan have a thing for one another, don’t you.” he chuckled. “Might as well, the orphan is not fit to be ruler, and you are only fit to be his toy. Something for him to play with when he can’t fulfill his duty to the kingdom.”
“I got it wrong, then. Too stupid to go on land.” Dean panted. “At least you can admit you wouldn’t have luck making your way up there. Gosh, what a jackass.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dean!” Roan screamed.
Michael turned to Dean and smirked evilly. “Maybe I should cut out your tongue and feed it to his dolphins.” Michael chuckled. “Or I can pull on the trainers scales for every time you open your mouth and insult me instead of giving me the information I need?”
“He’s useless, Michael.” Roan groaned. “You know how rogues are. They barely even have a sense of direction.”
“Maybe,” the psychopath snapped his fingers again. “But it is so entertaining to listen to him scream.”
This time, more than one eel was pressed against Dean, leaving him trembling and hoarse when finally, finally, the shocks had stopped.
“So your name is Dean. Are you sure you’re a rogue merman? Or do you belong to the kingdom the Princess is hiding in?”
“Rogue.”
Michael let out a small huff, “Let’s try that again.”
The eels were pressed on to Dean’s tail. The shocks are more painful now. He huffed and smirked at Michael.
“Not sure what answer you want,” Dean’s head bobbed forward but stayed up due to the buoyancy of the water. “I’m a rogue. I live in a pod.”
“Wrong answer.”
This time, Dean felt a sharp pain on his chest as Michael carved into it. Dean grit his teeth and looked right into Michael's eyes. The human was determined not to give the psycho merman the satisfaction of seeing how much pain he was in. But Dean could see his vision blurring as his eyes began to droop.
The merman raised a hand. “Don’t let him pass out.”
“Dean?” Roan’s voice sounded far away.
“I believe it is now the King’s turn.” Michael muttered. “Don’t let the rogue black out. I want him awake.”
Dean felt one of the guards slap him, lightly at first, but when he couldn’t respond with something other than drooping eyes and a slight moan, he got a full blown slap to the side of his face that had him groaning in pain and somewhat getting his consciousness back right on time to listen to Michael taunt both the King and Roan before having guards set electric eels on the King while a third one made cuts on his tail, even stopping to remove a few scales along the way.
Naturally, he struggled, but under the fucking influence of the coral he couldn’t do more than close his fists and shake his tail. How long did this fucking feeling last?
A hoarse shout shook him out of his little daydream. “You are fucking sick!”
“Oh no, Dolphin,” Michael tutted. “if only you told me what you know, the King would stop suffering. As would your waste of a friend and you.”
“You can stick your offer where the sun shines.” He heard his friend growl. Dean gave a small huff and a smile. He felt so proud now when he, Thas or Y/N would use human slang and he even felt prouder when he remembered how he himself had begun to use their merpeople slang. Fuck, not the time. Don’t cry, Dean.
“Don’t shine, Ro,” Dean wheezed. “The saying is where the sun don’t shine.” he let out a mock laugh at Michael. “You are never getting what you want.”
“I already did. The only thing left is to get the Princess and the stupid orphan guard out of the way. And it will be slow, and painful, and I will do it right in front of you so you don’t miss a single second of it.”
“You are never going to get your fins on them,” Dean chuckled hoarsely. “If you haven’t found them by now, and we have no idea where they are,” he licked his lips and looked up at the merman. “You’ll never really get what you want.”
“Oh but they’ll come. You see, I have her father, now I have that guard’s chew toy and apparently, their new friend.” Michael smiled. “They’ll come, and I’ll get them.”
“I already told you, you jellyfish!” Dean spat. “I don’t know who this princess is! I have never met her in my life!” he had to bite the inside of his cheek for the lie. God, he wished he could brag to Michael that she belonged to him in mind, body and soul.
“She hasn’t come back in more than a month now, Michael.” Roan wheezed. “She won’t show up out of nowhere.”
“You know what? Gag them. I’ll rip the answers out of them when I think they’ve had enough.”
Dean struggled against his restraints as the guards began to gag him. He grunted against it and glared at Michael. He swore once he got free he was going to punch the smug leech right in the throat.
Somewhere down the line, between the shocks, the punches, the scale ripping, cutting, dead coral force feeding and who knows what more, Dean started to drift. His throat hurt, he was sure that if he hadn’t been underwater his face would’ve been soaked as he shook with desperate sobs, but somewhere, he drifted. And he drifted far away from the end of Michael’s knife, to one of the nights where he first showed Y/N what a movie was.
He remembered, clear as day, how she had reacted like one of those audience members in the nineteenth century, back when the first movies were made; terrified of that train that was coming towards them and looking for a place to hide. After that, cartoons were the preference instead of live action terrifying movies until Y/N felt ready to face them. Back then, he was just astonished by how far the lack of technology in her home went. Now, he got it. And that made showing Y/N his world even more exciting now. And he was thrilled to know hers.
Just, you know, in better circumstances.
“Wake him up!” Michaels voice cut through his dream. He was slowly regaining consciousness again. “I want whoever is attacking us to see what we do to traitors and sea barnacles!”
A sharp blow was dealt to his side.
“Oh but sweetums,” Dean groaned. “I don’t have my best face on.” he sassed. “We’re not ready for company!”
“Gag him or kill him. I don’t care at this point! I want all the guards armed and prepared! Now!”
“You gag me, you have to take me out to dinner first, that first time was a bit raunchy,” Dean coughed. He smirked at seeing the fear in Michaels eyes. “Someone is scared and looks like they’re going to piss themselves.”
“What would you know about fear rogue!” Michael growled. “I am not scared. In fact this little resistance is going to fail!”
Dean closed his mouth as he closed his eyes. He was feeling dizzy. This was something he would never want to do again. But if it meant protecting Y/N and Thas, he would do it in a heartbeat.
But he couldn’t hold on. He could feel himself slipping more and more into a darkness. He wasn't sure how long Michael was torturing them. But he could tell it was a long time, if they had to feed them more dead coral.
Roan grumbled something, but Dean couldn’t understand whatever he’d said in Sindartan. Michael however, definitely understood it, ‘cause next thing Dean knew, Roan was screaming once more. Dean closed his eyes, more out of the thought of Roan in pain than anything else, but he silently hoped that the resistance would come soon. He prayed that they would be rescued.
Roan’s scream echoed along the throne room with the king speaking in Sindartan. Dean could tell his body was giving out. He took in a deep breath and gathered what little strength he had to taunt Michael one more time.
“You want to know where the princess is, Mikey?” Dean chuckled. “I’ll tell you.”
Michael gave him an exasperated look before looking at the guards beside him. “Have the eels ready.”
Dean gave him a smirk before turning his head to the King and Roan, “Woolbul my Hhu-hng.” (In my heart) He wheezed. “And I’ll never let her go.” he before his eyes closed, his body giving into the darkness.
“Dean?” Roan whimpered slightly as he watched the human close his eyes. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of Dean being seriously hurt. “No… no, Dean.” he let out with a small sob as Michael walked towards him.
“That was a waste of time.” Michael rolled his eyes before turning to the crying merman. “Would you like to say something useful before you share his fate?”
“Even if I knew, I would take it to the grave!” He spat as he closed his eyes thinking of Thasman. He hoped that his stingray would forgive him. “You can kill me, but you will never find them! Ever!”
Michael rolled his eyes once more before swimming close to the merman, taking a hold of his trembling face with a deadly look. “Barely a day of being in your presence and I’m already exhausted from your nonsense.” he turned to the guards. “Get him ready. I want his head on a platter when I come back.
Michael took hold of Roan’s hair and pulled harshly earning a yell from him. He pulled his face close and was about to speak, when the doors to the throne room burst open and a horde of soldiers swam through. From within the crowd,a familiar merman made his way to the front and pointed his sword at Michael with his hair in a high bun and a deadly glare.
“Get your filthy claws off my fiance!”
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The Bonnie & Clyde AU is so fun and interesting, I really hope you enjoy this snippet I wrote for the night Hizashi & Oboro decide to run away. It’s not proof-read so excuse any errors or auto-corrects (I’ll fix if it ever gets posted in a compilation on AO3) - 💜Ren
“Oh shit-“ Hizashi’s breaths were coming quick, his gaze darting between the broken edge of the trophy’s arm and the limp figure on the ground, “Oh god, Oboro, I- Oboro?!”
He forced his eyes away from the man at his feet and turned to his best friend, who was still crumpled on the floor a few feet away, clutching his face.
In the blink of an eye, Hizashi forced himself to take a deep breath and move his legs - which had felt heavy and frozen in place. He dropped the bloodied old trophy and darted across the room, kneeling by his friend’s side.
Gently but urgently, he pulled Oboro against his chest to get the other boy mostly upright, fingers grasping Oboro’s chin to turn his head for a clear look at the damage.
There was a long, nasty gash stretching from the hairline of his dusty blue hair to nearly the middle of his cheek, still oozing blood slowly and dripping onto the blue-haired boy’s shirt.
“Oh god,” His hands were trembling as he swept a thumb over Oboro’s right eye of clear away the blood dripping there, “Hey, hey, are you with me?”
He thanked their lucky stars that Oboro’s eyes seemed to still be fine as he blinked blearily at the blonde.
“Zashi...” Oboro moaned brokenly, his speech slurring as he tried to push himself up on unsteady hands, “Zashi- what...?”
“Okay, okay,” Hizashi glanced back at the other form lying face down on the floor, motionless, “We gotta get out of here, Obi, I’m sorry- but- but we can’t stay!”
“Hurts-“ Oboro choked out, his own hands coming up to grasp the side of his head and coming away sticky with blood.
He gave a shaky gasp as his own eyes drifted over to his father’s limp form, bloodied hands grasping at Hizashi’s arms which were holding him up, “Dad- he’s-“
Hizashi shivered despite the walls of the house protecting them from the winter winds outside, “I know, I- Listen, I think you have a concussion, okay? You need help, Obi.”
Oboro gave a choked sound, but tried to keep his legs steady as Hizashi pulled him to his feet and tugged one of the blue-haired boy’s arms over his shoulders, “Stay close, okay? I think I have some stuff we can use at the house.”
His eyes lingered on Mr. Shirakumo’s crumpled form for a few more seconds before he shuddered and pulled his best friend toward the front door, nearly stepping on the broken trophy as he hurried out into the cold.
The winter chill against his cheeks was a shock and he blinked as he pulled Oboro’s stumbling form in the direction of his house, which was only a short walk away.
The entirety of the short journey was a blur, Hizashi’s thoughts whirling in panic as he tightened his grip around the blue-haired boy and tried to mumble reassuring nothings to keep both of them moving.
As they entered the quiet house and flipped on the kitchen light he was reminded that his mother had taken his sisters out of town for the weekend to visit their grandmother and his brothers were staying at a friend’s house.
He gave a silent whine of relief as he pushed Oboro into one of the rickety chairs at their table and hurried off to the back room.
He returned with a package of bandages and a bottle of alcohol that he’d known his sister boarded under their bed after the last time his younger brother had fallen off the bed and gotten a nasty cut on his forearm.
She’d spent a week’s wages from the salon to buy those and he cringed as he peeked inside and realized he’d likely be using the remainder.
Entering back into the kitchen he sighed with relief at the realization that the bleeding had slowed significantly. Oboro had removed his shirt while Hizashi was away and pressed it over the wound to hold pressure, despite wincing in pain.
As Hizashi drew close he removed the bloodied shirt and laid it across his lap, taking a deep breath as Hizashi reached out to soak a clean corner with the alcohol cleanser, “That’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”
“P-probably,” Hizashi answered, deciding that an empty reassurance wouldn’t do either of them any good.
He dabbed the cleanser over the gash quickly so as not to prolong the pain, biting his lip as Oboro hissed against the burn.
He then dumped the shirt back into the blue-haired boy’s lap and began peeling the backs off the bandages, muttering a quick apology as he pinched the edges of the gash together and then applied the butterfly bandages to help the wound heal closed.
A sound startled both of them and caused them to jump simultaneously, Oboro’s eyes shooting open and going wide as he stared over Hizashi’s shoulder.
He looked back to find his father standing in the doorway, his large burly frame filling the small space.
His dull eyes flickered between the bloodied t-shirt draped over Oboro’s lap and the bandages in Hizashi’s hands.
His father met his gaze again and gave a disinterested grunt, “Don’t get blood on the floor.”
Hizashi swallowed around the lump in his throat, “Yes, sir.”
“And turn the damn lights off when you’re done.” The man mumbled as he turned and disappeared down the hallway.
Despite knowing his father was already out of earshot, Hizashi ducked his head, “Yes, sir.”
He turned back to his friend and raised his hands to continue the line of butterfly bandages that he was meticulously applying, trying to get his fingers to stop trembling.
He’d been an idiot to think for even a second that his father would have stepped in to help...
“Shit,” His vision grew blurry as he took a shaky breath and blinked rapidly, trying to will away the hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “This is so fucked up, what-“
“Zashi,” Oboro croaked out, his mismatched eyes calm if not a bit dazed as he met the blonde’s frantic gaze, “Calm down, man.”
“Yeah,” Hizashi nodded and pulled away to scrub the back of his hands over his eyes quickly, “Sorry, I’m good, I’m good.”
Oboro hummed and closed his eyes again as he let the blonde continue to patch the wound on his head back together with sticky butterfly bandages.
When he was done, having used nearly the entirety of the pack of bandaids and the bottle of alcohol, he ducked out of the room to retrieve a clean shirt from his small collection of hand-me-downs.
He took the fabric between his teeth and yanked hard, tearing it into strips that he then wrapped around the right side of his best friend’s face.
When he was done he gently grasped the other boy by his shoulders and pulled him to stand, beginning to maneuver him out of the kitchen, “C’mon, the others are with Ma so the back room is empty.”
The small, rickety old house only had three rooms - his parents’ bedroom which was where his father had disappeared to, the kitchen and front room combo, and the back room where the kids slept when they decided to stay inside.
There was only one bed in the small room, the youngest two of his siblings usually taking the bed while he and his four older siblings slept on various piles of clothes and blankets on the floor.
Tonight though the room was empty and Hizashi guided Oboro over to the unoccupied bed, providing steadying hands as he helped lower the other boy down.
As Oboro got settled with a pained groan, Hizashi raced back to the kitchen to clean up the mess before his father could get up to check it.
He checked the floor for blood, sighed shakily, and flipped off the lights before tiptoeing back to the bedroom.
“Oboro?” Hizashi said quietly, voice tight with nerves as he hovered in the doorway of the back room, “Are you... do you want me to sleep on the floor or...?”
What was he supposed to say, to do? He’d just... no, there was no way the other boy wanted to be around him now. Not after what he’d done to Mr. Shirakumo.
Oboro was quiet, turned toward the wall with his back facing the door so that the right side of his face wasn’t pressed into the bed.
Hizashi shuffled his feet and stepped into the room hesitantly, readying himself to settle onto the floor when a voice made him freeze.
“Get up here.” Oboro rasped out, slapping the empty side of the bed but not turning away from the wall.
Silently Hizashi slid into the bed beside the other boy, pressing close by instinct to share body heat. He opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, and then closed it again.
He was sure he’d never fall asleep, his thoughts racing and unable to close his eyes lest he be affronted by memories of a broken trophy and quickly growing pool of blood.
“Hizashi...” Oboro’s voice was quiet in the dark room, but because of how close their bodies were Hizashi could feel the words rumble in his chest, “Hizashi, we can’t stay here.”
“I- I know,” Hizashi answered immediately, nerves making his tone shaky, “I know, if Ma finds out I let you sleepover, she’ll be pissed... I know we have enough to stay in the motel tomorrow night, but after that I’m not sure-“
“No, we can’t stay in town,” Oboro interrupted, turning to him finally.
The boy’s golden eye was hidden now by the torn t-shirt covering his wound, but his sky blue left eye glimmered in the moonlight with fierce determination, “We have to leave before... before they find my dad.”
“But...” Hizashi’s chest tightened, “But where would we go?”
“Anywhere,” Oboro shrugged as much as he could for how crammed they were in the small space, “Anywhere but here.”
“But we don’t have anywhere to go...” Hizashi’s voice trembled as he stared at his best friend with wide eyes.
“Where doesn’t matter,” Oboro said softly, “We just can’t stay here or else we’ll both have hell to pay. You... you’ll go to prison for murder, Zashi.”
The word broke the blonde boy’s resolve and he curled forward, tearing his eyes away from Oboro’s steady gaze as he tried to hold down the knot in his throat and tears welled in his eyes.
“M’sorry, m’so sorry, I-“ Hizashi gasped for breath as his sobs caught in his throat and a shudder wracked his thin frame, “I can’t believe I- oh god, Oboro, your dad-!”
His voice was tight with horror and disbelief as a gut-wrenching sob tore from his lips, eyes squeezing shut as hot tears slipped down his cheeks and he tried to stifle the sound of his crying.
“Hizashi, look at me,” Oboro’s voice was low and solid, cutting through the roaring in his ears and drawing his gaze back up to his best friend’s face, “It wasn’t your fault, okay?”
“It is my fault!” Hizashi whisper-shouted back, voice trembling, “It’s all my fault and now when they find- when... we’ll have to leave home and-“
“Zashi...” Oboro’s wrapped an arm around his shoulders and shook his head as he pulled him into a weak hug, his voice somber, “This place was never home anyways.”
Hizashi sobbed brokenly into his best friend’s shoulder, but any objection he had died on his lips as he realized the blue-haired boy was right.
This has never been their home.
And it never would be.
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