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circus-borealis · 8 months

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Remy Tintentfisch, scientist

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Date of writing: circa 2021 Lenght: 1760 words Type: short story Genre: science-fiction

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“Wow, look at that one!”

The kid’s friend rushed at his side to look at the tiny shark in the aquarium, gaping at it until their teacher, Miss Katelyn, ushered them along with the rest of the group. The trip was going fairly well considering it had only been planned a few days prior. A friend of hers, Marceline, had called her a few days prior to offer her class a trip to the aquarium where she worked. Katelyn, of course, had accepted: it would do the kids wonders to get out of school for a while, and they tended to learn better when things were presented in a lighter, funnier way. The trip, however, had been a hassle to plan, what with only a few days ahead. But they had pulled it off, and the kids were having fun, so Katelyn could only assume it was worth it. When she’d asked Marceline what the occasion was, she’d said one of her newest colleges wanted to give some kids a visit to interest them in marine science. Both women agreed it was a good idea, and there they were. The said colleague, Remy, was supposed to meet them in the hall, which is where she was trying to get her twenty-two kids at the moment.

“Are you sure you’ll be ok Remy?” asked Marc.

He nodded, his notes in hand already, a nervous smile plastered on his sweaty face.

“It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” said Marceline.

Remy only nodded again before getting out into the hall just in time to spot the flock of children circling the big central aquarium.

The only adult of the group quickly approached, ushering the small kids along with her. Her shoulder slumped as soon as they reached him.

“Remy, is it? I’m Katelyn,” she said, shaking his hand. Her touch didn’t linger on his moist skin, and she lowered her voice, shooting him a sympathetic look.

“Nervous?”

He stiffly nodded.

“It’s ok, they’re not too hard to entertain,” she assured, gesturing to the kids, most of which were already flocking against the aquarium’s cold glass.

Remy’s legs were shaking and he stumbled a bit on his way to the kids, smiling weakly.

If one was really honest too, they’d say he wasn’t walking very straight, though it was probably the stress.

“This is a first,” Marceline had said.

“Is it? Does the aquarium never do those kinds of visits?”

“Oh no, they do, I meant for Remy. See, he’s a foreigner, so his english isn’t always very good, and he has never been able to work up the courage to make a visit himself. He’s really easily understandable, mind you, he’s just a bit self-conscious.”

“Oh, of course, don’t worry, I’ll give the kids a word about it, make sure they won’t make rude comments.”

Marceline had smiled.

“Hello, small human children!” Remy cheerily greeted.

At once, most of the little heads turned to him, some lingering, some returning to their observation of the octopus lazily resting on a rock not far from the glass.

“I am Remy, the scientist in octopus science,” he continued. “Do you want to hear some fun octopus facts?”

“Like what?” asked one of the kids still staring at him.

“Like octopus can squeeze through one-inch holes!”

A boy next to him made an approximation of an inch with his fingers and turned back to Remy:

“No way, that's too little!”

Before Remy even had time to open his mouth, a small girl staring at the octopus made a small circle with her fingers and held it between her eye and the animal, closing the other to see through it.

“I think I can imagine it,” she said.

Remy smiled, wriggling his hands.

“Do you know anything else?” asked another child.

Remy grinned.

“Of course! I know lot about octopus, me! Is there anything you special want know about?”

The kid hummed.

“Where are the others? I thought there'd be more than one.”

“Plenty octopus here! You just can not see !”

“How come?”

“Octopus can change color and shape for disguise like predator or rock or scientist in octopus science laboratory!”

A kid farther back squinted at Remy, though he was too busy listening to the excited children babbling excitedly and trying to spot the disguised octopi to notice. The kid, Marcus, turned to his friend and whispered:

“He’s very weird, isn’t he?”

“Miss Katelyne told us about that,” his friend Luke whispered back. “It’s because english isn’t his language.”

“Not only that, he’s just plain weird.”

Luke shrugged, closing the conversation, as Marcus continued observing the scientist.

The group was now walking leisurely around the central aquarium, allowing the children to observe more octopi.

“Tell us another thing about octopus Mister Remy please!”

Remy stifled a laugh.

“Ok, did you know octopus has three hearts?”

The children gasped.

“No way,” some whispered.

“Also, octopus blood is blue!”

“Is it?”

Remy nodded.

“Say, how many octopus do you have here?” Katelyn asked.

“Well, we have seventeen here in octopus science laboratory.”

“I can’t see the seventeenth though…” said one of the kids after counting.

“Maybe that’s because we couldn’t spot him in his disguise,” tried her teacher.

“Oh no no,” said Remy, “you have seen all of them.”

“Then how come I counted sixteen?”

“Ah, that is because science octopus is missing, no one knows where is,” answered Remy, laughing.

“Why is it so funny to you,” asked Marus as some of his classmates giggled. “Isn’t it your job to make sure they're all there?”

“Of course it is human child! But some time, even scientist in octopus science laboratory has slip ups! And should not worry because octopus will be found eventually! Is not like octopus could overthrow human leader!”

The kids giggled at his little joke, even Marcus cracked a smile, though he still wasn’t sure about the guy.

The following day, as per usual, Remy was the first on the premises. He was preparing the laboratory for a very important guest. The place was spotless. As the man leading (and paying for) the research arrived at the meeting room, Remy set out to look after his assistant, a tiny robot, which would not be needed during the meeting. As Remy was new, he did not partake in it either. He sat on the floor, his back against the aquarium, the robot at his side. They stayed in companionable silence for a while before Remy asked:

“Want hear some fun octopus facts?”

The robot was silent for so long the robot didn’t seem like it was going to answer, but at last it did.

“Why not?”

“Octopus can squeeze through one-inch holes. They also change color and shape for disguise like predator or rock or scientist in octopus science laboratory. Octopus has blue blood and three hearts too.”

The robot made a low beeping noise.

“Now is your turn for tell me some human facts,” Remy said to the robot. “For example: how many arm does human leader have?”

The robot started to beep out an answer but was interrupted as its owner came out of the meeting room.

“And good luck with finding that missing one! It can’t have gotten too far.”

He waved to Remy, who waved back, and the robot took off after him, leaving Remy alone besides the aquarium. He tilted his head back to look at the octopus swimming behind him. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it as his colleague Marceline got out of the meeting room too. She came to sit beside him.

"Sorry you couldn't assist. It's the procedure and all you know, it's a security thing."

"It is quite ok, I don't mind. I think I understand too. Wouldn't want important information to go to bad person."

She smiled.

"Quite right, though I don't think you're a bad person Remy."

He laughed lightly.

"You don't know that."

She laughed with him.

"Well no, but I've been told I'm skilled at reading people."

His laugh quieted out as he turned to look at her. She followed suit.

"What?"

"Nothing," he answered. "You are not bad person either."

She grinned.

The monitors were beeping calmly before him as he nursed a coffee pitcher in his hands.

"Remy, there you are!"

Remy jumped. The pitcher slipped from his hands and fell to the floor, sharp pieces flying around.

He turned to face the source of the sound, which was no other than Marceline.

"I'm so sorry! Wait, let me help you!"

"No need, no need, I am fine!"

"No really, let me help, it's my fault."

"No matter no matter, I will handle it."

After a bit more pushing, she hung back silently as Remy picked up the shards.

He threw some of them away, painfully aware of Marceline's gaze on his back. His hand too was painful and he looked around for something to cover the dripping wound with. He grabbed a cloth besides the cup holder and tied it around his wound, biting back a gasp as pain shot through his arm.

"Are you ok? You got cut didn't you?" Marceline took a step forward. "At least let me help with that."

Remy turned back around, holding his injured hand.

"No need, look! It is fine!"

"Are you sure?"

He nodded as he bent down once more, picking up the last glass shards littering the floor.

"Is there anything I can do?"

He mulled it over as he looked up at her.

"We should vacuum. So we are sure no glass is left."

She nodded, scurrying to the janitor's closet to retrieve a vacuum.

At closure, Remy was the last to pack up. After he closed the lab, he rolled the legs of his pants and climbed the stairs to the aquarium. Before that, he had set his stuff in the vent closest to them. He took off his bandage to let the wound breathe and settled on the edge, his feet dangling in the water. Multiple octopi were swarming around him. One of them looked worriedly at the blue dripping slowly into the water as he recalled his day to them.

Bonus

The president climbed on stage under the people’s applause. His sweat glistened under the spots.

“Hello fellow humans. I would like to thank all you for support during elections. As newly appointed human leader, I would like remind you all of the new regulation concerning sea-life. As you know, I previously was scientist in octopus science laboratory. Hence, this subject is very dear to my hearts.”

As he was finally getting some water backstage, the applause still ringing in the air, a woman made his way to the president, escorted by two guards.

“Mr Tintenfisch, your wife wanted to see you.”

He motioned for them to take their leave, and she spoke as they did, embracing him.

“You did it love!”

Remy smiled, relaxing in her arms.

“I would not have been able without you, Marceline.”

After basking in Marceline’s warm hug for another moment, he asked:

“Do you think they have suspicions?”

She took her time to answer, weighing her words.

“Maybe. Even if they do, I’m sure they won’t mind my sweet octopus.”

#from kai #sci-fi #science-fiction #octopus #short story #creative writing #original writing #romance #a lil bit #if u pay attention

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onepiece-writting-forest · 3 years

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Hello (((:

I would maybe ask for a Kid x fem S/o Scenario? Its Valentinsday and Reader wants to have her first time with him.. obl nsfw

Hope its clear, also tysm (:

- eustass kid x f!reader - nsfw, first time, v card gone on v day, valentinesday, eating out, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, brat taming - 1.3K

- a/n: I really did enjoy writting this, I hope that is what you imagined. It is very slightly fluff, but mostly Kid being horny and trying not to pound you instanlty....uh, Enjoy ♥!

[click here to read more about Kid!]

He was towering over you in bed, covering your neck with sloppy kisses and occasionally letting his teeth grind against your flesh. He knew it was your first time, yet that didn’t stop him from doing it his way. He was more patient than he normally was, but soft and slow wasn’t his way. Which meant you’d have pulsing hickeys on your throat for the next days to remember.

His rough hand was sliding down your bare sides and groping whatever he could reach. Your bust, your waist your thigh. Nothing was safe from his colossus greedy pranks. It was only the foreplay but you already got a good taste of how Kid liked it in bed. Dirty, heated and rough.

He wanted you for so long and honestly, just touching you made his length press against the fabric of his underwear. Which he was still wearing, while you were butt-naked under him. And fuck, just having you exposed to him like this made Kid want to bury his cock inside you instantly. However, he told himself to wait. He’d take you good in a moment, but for you to enjoy the experience, you had to be wet enough. Taking your virginity should be a good memory for you, especially if you’ve a experienced man above you. Someone who also happened to love you and held himself back for your sake. To your luck.

His painted lips traveled down, leaving marks of his lipstick. You instinctively spreading your legs, giving him the sign that he was doing it right, which made a grin appear on his face. „So eager...“ He hummed, his hot breath hitting your flesh, while his hand disappeared further south sneakily. You mewled when you felt his finger slide between your folds, teasing you slowly.

„Fuck Kid, don’t make me wait..!“ The red head removed his hand and made it land heavy on your inner thigh , giving you a light spank and watching you intensely from his position. The moan leaving your lips told him that you liked it. „Who’s the virgin here huh? Know your place brat, you can’t take my cock like this.“

You looked down on him and bit on your lip. There was no cockiness in his voice, he wasn’t bragging about his size, rather honestly telling you that you were not ready yet. Which gave you goosebumps, trying to imagine how well hung he must be. Would he even fit fully?

You’d find out soon after he was done eating you out. He dipped his head between your thighs, making you feel his wet tongue against your clit. Kid obviously knew what he was doing, the way he circled around your most sensitive spot made you moan shamelessly. „G-God yes, Kid...“ Your hand searched for his mane to grab a hold and tug on it. Which turned the man between your legs just more on. He liked your tight grip in his hair and how his name sounded moaned. He’d never heard you like that before and fuck, it was hot.

But he told himself to calm down, yet again. He wanted to give you a good time, which he already did. His finger sliding into your entrance made it even better. He was pumping in and out, while his tongue still licked over your clit. You started to see dots infront of your vision and tugged harder on his hair, which told him you were dangerously quick to build your high. Which wasn't meant to happen now, so he retracted and sat up, straighening his broad back and looking down at you like some predator ready to jump on his prey.

The missing sensation between your legs made you roll your head in order to face him. If you wouldn't be naked already, his piercing glance would strip you off your clothes right now. Your eyes traveled from his face down to his crotch, and what you saw made you swallow. The bulge in his pants was...was big. His hand disappeard in his underwear and pulled his stiff cock out, showing you how well hung he actually was.

Kids lips left a deep chuckle at your facial expression. "I told you...but you didn't want to listen..." Now, this was cocky. The way he stroke his length and made you watch him present it to you. You mentally prepared yourself, and spread your legs a bit further, giving him the okay to start.

He spit into his palm, covered his cock with saliva and positioned his hand next to your head to lean over you properly. His glans was rubbing against your entrance, making you wince in pleassure. His faces was right infront of you and you wrapped your arms around his strong neck, looking him in the eyes. "Tell me when it's too much..." He whispered against your lips after you felt his tip enter.

Inch by inch he slowly, and carefully pushed himself inside of you. You seemed wet enough to take him good, yet he stopped from time to time to check on you, making sure it didn't hurt. You would have to get used to his size, and the first few thrusts of his might feel odd.

But Kid made sure to make you relax. His hand groped your chest rough, yet slow and sensually. His lips either captured yours or nibbled at your throat. And soon you melted into his touch, and allowed him to move quicker, thanks to him taking it step by step.

After you finally could let yourself fall into the moment, your man was pouding deep into you. The room was filled with your voice, the sound of skin clapping and ocassional grunts from Kid. He didn't have his usual pace- that would be for another time- yet his thrusts were still so deep to make your eyes roll back and dig your fingernails into his muscled back. With his size adding in, it felt incredibly good, and Kid was quite proud of himself making you feel like this.

Hearing you moan his name in pleassure and begging for more gave him a hard time to not cum immediatly. Yet when he felt your falls clenching and your voice shivering, he knew you were close too. Reaching your high, your walls tightening around him during your orgasm gave Kid the rest. With low grunts he grabbed you by your hip to push his cum into you, deep where it belonged. You felt the hot load inside of you, some drops of it getting pushed out while Kid rode his orgasm out.

Slowly but steadily his movement stopped. He tilted his head down to have a look at the mess. His cock was still inside of you and covered with your juice and his own. Your pussy swollen and red from the stimulation from earlier. A delicous sight which could made him go for another around.

But this was your first time, Kid didn't want to exhaust you too much. The first orgasm always was the best, the following rather okay. So he kept it at the first.

Facing you, some of his red strands fell down, slightly covered in sweat. His lipstick was smeared and his usually fierce looking eyes were hooded slighty, accompanied by a satisfied smirk. The amount of time and care he put into this told you how much you meant to him. This special treatment was truly only for you, the woman he called his. "Happy V day baby."

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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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Could I request #47, "kiss it and make it better." with Arthur, please?

Hello anon~! Hope you're doing good! And also, sorry for the wait. I was busy these past weeks!

Characters : Arthur, reader

Words: 1.3K

Today was a day off and you decided to get your incomplete tasks done by the end of the day. You grabbed your to-do list of personal tasks and set off on crossing it out, some of which required you to do them along with the other residents. All through the day, you couldn’t remember one important thing though.

On the other hand, Arthur had woken up earlier than usual to go out with you, and solve the usually received ‘cases’ around the town together. Since it was your day off, he thought it might not be a bad idea to spend time with you in the town.

He waited the entire morning for you so that you could complete your daily routine and both of you could go together to the town. But he couldn’t catch up with you. He did grow a little impatient and yet decided to wait for you. After all, it was not easy for two humans to look after ten vampires living under the same roof.

That evening, Arthur was busy writing in his room when he heard a knock on his door. He was surprised to find you at the door with a mug/cup of coffee in a tray. He quickly gave way to allow you into his room. You kept the tray on his table and sat on the chaise lounge indicated by him.

You looked at Arthur, who was staring intently at you, with a rather serious look on his face.

“What happened Arthur, why are you sulking? Are you sad cause Theo didn't scowl at you today? “ You teased him subtly.

He sat beside you in the lounge, sipping the coffee leisurely you brought him.

Arthur looked at you, speculating the emotions showing on your face. He confirmed that you had truly forgotten about your promise.

"What makes you think that I'm sulking, hm?"

"Well, you're avoiding my gaze and your lips remind me of the fallen crescent. " You replied while pointing towards your own lips.

He thought for a while before he smirked a little, "Yes, dear. I'm sulking. You see, you are the reason my heart broke today, but not Theo. I thought you had remembered our promise. But, I was wrong. You left this man alone, making him wait all day long”.

You looked confused for a second and lost in thoughts before your eyes widened in realisation. “OH! Darn! I’m so sorry Arthur. I was fixated on completing my tasks by today that my promise to you slipped out of my mind!”. You smiled apologetically. He feigned being heartbroken to which you teased, “Oh, how about I kiss your sadness away, Arthur? That sounds like a great idea, doesn’t it?"

Arthur thought for a while before he answered, as he came up with the idea. “Why, of course! That sounds like a great idea indeed. Since I’m heartbroken, it’s only fair that you take responsibility for it and heal my heart. “ He kept his hand over his heart playfully again. You were startled at his statement. “W-wait, Arthur! I was just kidding about that!”

A mischievous glint shone in his eyes as he continued to play along with your teasing. He put down his cup of coffee and leaned towards you, “ But weren’t you the one who suggested that? I’ll be depressed now if you say that you were just kidding with me.” You tensed up a little as you looked at him. You almost immediately recognised the glint in his eyes; A gaze as sharp as a predator’s, ready to hunt down its prey. You gulped, a bit apprehended at the thought that he was going to go along with that.

Arthur’s lingering gaze can be felt by you, which made you restless.

He breathed, “Now then…” and with a deliberate dramatic pause, He stood up with a visible smirk crawling onto his handsome face and approached you.

“ Go on, I’m waiting for my kiss. Kiss me and make it better”. THUMP. Your heart was pounding wildly on hearing his statement.

“Excuse me?” You asked, trying to feign composure. “ Kiss me, sweet bird. Only then, will I accept your apology.“ He answered you with an insouciant smile.

You contemplated for a moment before Arthur saw a determined look on your face. “So, are you ready to fulfil your part of the deal? “

You nodded your head and stood up from your seat. You asked, “ Can you bend down a little so that I can reach your face, Arthur?”

He nodded delightfully, “I’d do anything as long as you complete my request!” and sat down back on the chaise lounge. He closed his eyes with anticipation and waited for the kiss, masking his eagerness. He felt a soft sensation on either of his cheeks, which startled him a little. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at you.

You were standing there with a triumphant smile as you gazed at Arthur. He was taken aback as he thought about what had happened moments ago. His hands unconsciously reached towards both of his cheeks, where he could still feel the soft and warm sensation of your lips.

"You cheated! What makes you think I'm going to accept cheek kisses as the kiss I requested?" He blurted out in one breath.

You said, "Well, technically, you had asked me to kiss you, but you didn't specify where I have to kiss you. So it does count as a kiss- dear". You mimicked the way he called you often.

He looked conflicted as he stared at you. There was amusement and something else swimming in his eyes, which you couldn't seem to put a finger on.

He grasped your arm and pulled you gently towards him, putting his other hand on your cheek. "Arthur, what-?" You fell silent upon looking into his eyes.

"You - you never fail to catch me off guard… You are indeed very different from the other women I've seen. If only you were mine-" Arthur stopped himself before he spilt any more of his feelings.

"If I say that I will really feel better, will you kiss me then? Will you be my darling then, not in words, but literally?" He slowly brushed away your strands of hair falling on her cheeks.

He stood up, still keeping you close to him by your waist. Tilting your chin up with his fingers gently and prompting you to look into his cerulean blue eyes, he caught you off guard suddenly with his action. He kissed the corner of your mouth briefly, earning a gasp from you and making you blush. You were suddenly reminded of the close distance between you both.

"A-Arthur! Stop messing with me. I know that you're teasing me right now." You said as you put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away, which only prompted him to tighten his hold on you.

“Do you really think I’m messing with you right now?” He looked seriously into your eyes, making you incapable of tearing your gaze away from him.

“ I don’t know. You always tease me. So it’s hard for me to tell when you’re joking and when you’re serious.” You looked down, feeling guilty for being unable to understand his words clearly.

He sighed before releasing you and turned away to laugh. The awkward atmosphere between the both of you seemed to dissolve slowly. “Thanks for the kiss. Though I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t initiate the kiss, I’m feeling better! Now, I need to get my remaining work done. So I’ll talk to you later.”

You were being pushed gently by your shoulders, signalling you to go. You turned back immediately before exiting the room. “But Arthur, about what you said earlier...Were you serious?”

He cast a bittersweet gaze at you before replying, “It’s for you to decide. I’ll be waiting for your reply if it was serious or not. Tell me tomorrow, will you?” He smiled a little. You nodded absentmindedly, lost in your own sea of thoughts. He shut the door gently, signalling the end of the conversation. You walked down the halls, your heart still beating erratically due to the previous incidents.

Also, tagging @ichigostellaglynn since your man is Arhthur. I think you'll like it.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire hc #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire x reader #ikemenvampire #ikemenvampire xreader

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Cabin Life - The Beginning

A/N: You all need to blame both @storiesofsvu and @berniesilvas for this! I want woodsman!Sonny to be real so fucking bad, so that he can sweep me off my feet. Anyways, this covers the Cabin in the Woods square in @storiesofsvu fall bingo!

I don’t mention it in the story, but in my mind, this takes place before he’s in SVU, even before Homicide. I have him mid-late 20s.

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1330

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @berniesilvas @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @crowleysqueenofhell @dreamlover31

(gif by @dailypeterscanavino)

When Sonny was a kid, his parents would take him and his sisters to their vacation home; a homey cabin nestled in the New Hampshire woods. There were multiple cabins there, spread out over the land, close enough to be considered neighbors, but far enough for privacy. They had basic appliances—a fridge/freezer, a stove/oven, a sink, a bathtub, a shower, a toilet—but everything else was wooden. Dom Sr. eventually put a tv there, just in the master bedroom, so he could keep up with news and sports while they vacationed.

Sonny always loved the little community up there. Everyone was always so nice to him and his family. Which is why, after dealing with atrocities while on the force, he decided to retreat from city life. He hated being surrounded by monsters every day; sure not everyone in New York City was a creep or predator or murderer, but after seeing so much of the city’s underbelly, he was fed up.

He asked his parents if he could move to the New Hampshire house permanently. They would still be able to vacation there, of course—it was a massive, four-bedroom cabin—but he just needed to get away. He agreed to pay for everything, and he still had his cell phone so they could contact him if needed. It didn’t take much convincing for his parents to agree.

It was definitely an adjustment going from the heart of NYC to becoming a woodsman. Sonny grew his hair and beard out and bought plaid jackets—the things he saw woodsman do on tv when he was younger. The cabin needed work, especially clearing up the outside foliage, giving him some sense of purpose. And if he needed food, there were the local markets close by and a grocery store about an hour away.

The locals all remembered the scrawny little boy who spent his summers running around the woods with his sisters, and they all gladly took him under their wings. After Sonny hacked back the overgrowth, Mr. Piper taught him how to do controlled burn piles. Mr. and Mrs. Willis came over soon after, helping him measure out, then build an elevated garden. Mrs. Willis taught him how to make nutrient soil, while Mr. Willis gave him seeds, and taught him how to care for each and every vegetable.

When Sonny got the cabin, he inherited the small apple orchard, too. His pa taught him how to care for the trees while his ma taught him recipes for apple pie, cider, tarts, jams. He noticed how much he relied on bees to pollinate, and Ms. Walters, the local honey provider, taught him which wildflowers were 1) regional to them and 2) attracted bees. Sonny built another elevated garden, this time on his own, and filled it with wildflower seeds Ms. Walters gifted him with.

There was a creek nearby, and one day, Sonny found Mr. Adams fishing in it. Sonny proposed a deal; Mr. Adams gives Sonny an old rod that he wouldn’t miss, and Sonny would teach Mr. Adams the best way to clean and cook the fish. Mr. Adams agreed and gave him a sturdy rod. As Sonny went about cleaning and deboning the fish they had caught, he complimented Mr. Adams on his herb garden.

“Herb gardens aren’t the hardest thing to manage,” he said with a smile, and gifted Sonny with starters for every herb he could think of— “as payment for this phenomenal fish recipe!”

Third elevated garden up and running, Sonny fell into woodsman life easily. His muscles grew, though he was still thin; he was lean, though, not lanky anymore. Any questions he had, the locals had answers for. He grew his own food, fished his own fish, and bought (or traded) meat from the local hunters. Soon enough, the locals were calling him, asking for help with something or other. And Sonny loved all of it.

*********************

During the weekly Autumn Farmer’s Market, Sonny rented a little booth. He had brought multiple apple pies, tarts, bottles of cider, apple chips, packages of herbs, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, lettuce, and everything else he had in abundance…that would also fit on only two tables. When he first started harvesting, he would give most away, or trade for other goods, but he also needed to make money some way. So, the extras ended up here.

He was in the middle of chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Willis about how his gardens were coming along when he saw you. He froze halfway through a sentence, his jaw hanging open, prompting the Willis’s to turn. Mrs. Willis looked back at Sonny, a knowing smile on her face.

“She just moved back in with her parents; she had been living in New York City for a little bit, trying to make a life there, but, well, as she said herself, she’s not a city girl,” Mrs. Willis explained.

Before Sonny could respond—or tear his eyes from you—you glanced over at him. You smiled warmly, and his heart beat faster. When you started coming towards his little booth, he scrambled to clean himself up, brushing his hair back off his face, smoothing down his shirt, trying to wipe some dirt off the front. Mrs. Willis gave him a smile before looping her arm with her husband and pulling him away.

“Hello! I’m new here, but I must say, your booth is probably my favorite,” you said, still smiling at him.

It took him a moment for his brain to process your words. “O-oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“All of your food looks delicious. I mean, look at this squash! It’s bigger than my head!” you announced, giggling.

He had never heard anything more magical in his life. “Do you like pie? I can give you a slice,” he replied nervously.

“How much?” you asked. You loved both apples and pie, and his looked amazing.

He gave you a soft smile. “It’s on the house; a sweet treat for a pretty woman.”

You felt your face heat and you smiled shyly as he unwrapped a pie and cut into it. He cut off a generous piece, and you opened your mouth to complain about taking it for free, but he brushed you off, placing the piece on a plate and handing it to you. You took a bite, and you swear your taste buds were dancing; it was the most delicious thing you ever tasted before, the sweetness and the tartness balanced perfectly.

You chewed thoughtfully before swallowing it. “That is the best damn pie I’ve ever had. Ever. But please, share with me, Mr.…?”

“Call me Sonny, please. Sonny Carisi,” he replied, a goofy smile pulling across his lips.

You gave him your name, then offered him a bite. You both stood and chatted while exchanging bites of apple pie. He told you about his decision to leave the city and live a simpler life, surrounded by good people. And you told him about how you had always heard of the big city and decided to live there. But after a few months, you missed the woods too much, and you came back home.

“I feel a little silly living back at home in my adult life. I’m hoping to get my own cabin one day…maybe build it from the ground up,” you finished.

Sonny nodded in understanding. “Well, if you ever need anything, anything at all, you can always ask me. I’m not the most knowledgeable about cabin life quite yet, but I have the knowledge of who to call for advice.”

“Well, thank you, Sonny. Maybe I’ll take you up on that,” you replied, and he smiled. Then you leaned over the table of his goods and kissed his scruffy cheek before winking and walking back to your parent’s booth, giving him a little wave. The smile and look of absolute adoration in his eyes would be a fixed image in your mind for a while.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #storiesofsvufallbingo

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forcefulkitten · 3 years

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more than enough

[phinks magcub x fem! reader]

summary: Phinks visits you at your place of work and provides more than the favor you’ve asked of him.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough sex, office sex

word count: 2,444

Today is not your day. Everything that can go wrong is doing exactly that. You woke up extremely tired, makeup and hair didn’t come out to your liking and you’re swamped with projects to complete at work. Sanity held on a thin string, you nearly burst a blood vessel when your boss asks you, more like tells you, to stay in for your lunch break and prepare a presentation for an unexpected meeting that was just squeezed into schedule.

Furiously grabbing your phone, you send a text over to Phinks. “Phinksy can you please bring me lunch today? Stuck in the office prepping for a meeting.” Turning your attention to the work you have to get done, a few minutes later you’re interrupted by your phone ringing. Phinks on the line, you pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh, preparing yourself to hear an earful. “Babe? What the fuck is going on?” He questioned, frustration evident in his tone. “Boss came in and told me to skip my break because something came up last minute. Please just bring me anything to eat Phinks, I’m having a shit day already as is.” You hear Phinks exhale through the phone before grumbling, “Who the hell do those bastards think they are? I told you to quit that job, it’s not like we need the money anyways. Pfft, whatever, I’ll see you soon.” He ends the call and you're happy to have one thing go your way today, not that you're surprised since it's Phinks who you're asking for help. He’d always complain and make sly remarks about anything you ask, but never tells you no. It became clear over time thats just how he expresses himself. Phinks loves to be your lifeline, the one you turn to when you’re in a bind. You appreciate everything he does, making sure to never take advantage of his kindness.

Concentrating on your work, your focus is completing tasks for the meeting to go smoothly. All of your other projects with upcoming deadlines would have to wait for now. If you attend to everything at once, things won’t get done properly and you’re not a half-ass worker. The presentation for the meeting is coming together sooner than you thought and you start to feel like the rest of the day would take a turn for the best once you add finishing touches.

Your office line rings and you pick up, greeted by the lobby receptionist. “Hello, a blonde-haired gentleman who referred to himself as your boyfriend is making his way up to see you. I tried asking for his name but he stormed off. Please let me know if you’d like for security to intercept.” You apologize for his behavior, cursing yourself for not meeting him downstairs since you know he doesn't give his name out. You stand up and straighten out your clothes, ruffling your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable. His timing is impeccable, arriving right after your coworkers leave for their lunch break.

Phinks knocks before entering, closing the glass door behind him and locking it, which makes the glass turn from clear to frosted, granting you two privacy. Placing your food on a side table, he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you to bring you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle your face into his chest. His hugs are warm, always effective in making you melt into his touch. Looking up into his eyes, you give him a small smile. “Thank you Phinksy. I can always count on you.” Phinks kisses you, resting one hand on your neck and the other on the small of your back to press you closer to him. Biting down on your lip, he slips his tongue into your mouth and the two of you engage in a steamy make out session. Phinks’ hands are roaming your body, squeezing your ass, palming your breast and before long you feel his erection against your stomach. You know you shouldn’t let this escalate any further but Phinks has a way of always getting what he wants. He’s charming and has an aura to him that makes you feel like whatever happens, you’ll be protected because he’s there. All common sense out of the window, you refuse to let the opportunity for him to fuck you in your office slip away.

Phinks leans down, picking you up with his arms hooked under your thighs and places you on your desk. Skirt hiked up with your lacy thong in plain sight, Phinks unbuttons your blouse and takes in how stunning you look. You’re embarrassed given the circumstances and he’s staring at you the same way a predator looks at their prey. He moves closer and goes straight to licking and sucking your neck, one of his hands keeping you in place with a firm grip. The feeling of his tongue abusing your jugular is exciting, making your breath heavy and heat build in your core. Your mind is clouded with arousal and you can’t hide the moans that convince Phinks that you wouldn’t protest to him taking you right here.

He brings his fingers to your cunt, pushing your thong to the side before delving two of his thick fingers into you. He lets out a grunt of approval when his digits slip right in. “Damn babe. You want me to fuck you here? At work? How very unprofessional of you.” His tone is full of lust and still teasing you at the same time. Hooking your fingers in the band of his track pants, you pull him closer and pull them down slightly along with his boxers. His throbbing member springs out, hitting his lower stomach and you eagerly stroke him. Phinks enjoys this momentarily before sliding his boxers and track pants down to his ankles, unzipping his sweater to toss aside and turning his gaze back to you. Generally, he would allow you to take your time with him but there’s none to spare right now. Squeezing your tender breasts, you lean back as he brings his mouth to suck on your pert nipples. Mouth switching between either one, the sensation is going straight to your sex and you whine, ”I don’t have much time.” Smirking against your chest, he releases your nipple with a wet popping sound.

Phinks pulls you by your hips towards the edge of your desk and your legs are spread open, pussy glistening, inviting him to wreck you. Slipping your thong off and meticulously setting it aside, Phinks lines himself up with your entrance. Coating his tip in your essence, he swipes over your clit a few times before sheathing himself all the way into your tight walls, making you gasp at the sudden stretch. He begins thrusting into you harshly, feeling your cunt greedily suck him back in whenever he inches out of you. The office is quiet except the sounds of skin slapping, his grunts and your moans. You pray to whatever gods that you’re the only person who stood behind during lunch or you wouldn’t be able to look your coworkers in the eye after this. His onslaught has too much force behind it, it’s too quick, too deep and you’re trying your best to stifle the obnoxious wails leaving your mouth. Pleading eyes lock with his, “You’re. Going to. Break me. Slow. Down. P-please.” While crying out, your words are met with hard thrusts and to quiet you down he covers your mouth with his hand. Phinks attempts to slow his pace but it quickly picks back up again and much to your dismay, its even worse than before. The sound of your desk shifting against the floor is deafening when it mixes amongst the rest of the noises filling the room. Your arms wrap around him and dig crescents into his muscular shoulders, making him hiss at the sharp pressure. He knows he isn’t going easy on you but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t appealing to see you willingly come undone right here. He leans his forehead onto yours, staring straight into your soul while ravishing you like this would be the last time he’d ever see you. The fingers of one of his hands squeeze your hip so tight that you’ll undoubtedly feel it for the next few days. He releases his hold over your mouth when he realizes that drool is beginning to coat his palm, allowing you to take a much needed breath of air into your lungs. Suddenly Phinks pulls out, chest rising and falling while he stares at you with hunger in his eyes. The way you look all fucked out in front of him is captivating. He thinks that maybe this job isn’t so bad after all but who is he kidding? He still wants you to quit but seeing your wet folds perched on your desk is enough to stop him from mentioning the topic for some time. Maybe he’d even offer to bring you lunch more often, especially if it meant that you’d end up like this.

Lifting you up as if your weight was that of a feather, a shiver courses through you when your back is pressed against the cold glass that surrounds your office. “It’s not everyday that I get to fuck you at work. Maybe I’ll go thank that boss of yours after this.” Phinks’ arms hold you up by grasping onto your ass, carefully lining you up with his shaft before slamming you down fully. With your legs wrapped around him, the new angle is delicious. You can feel every ridge on his cock and his tip drums against your cervix with every bounce. The way he slides in and out of you with ease and the sensation of his balls slapping against your ass when his hips meet yours has the pit of your stomach in tangles. Your moans are drawn out and Phinks smiles at you when he hears the squelching noises coming from your soaked pussy. Arms that were clinging onto him with all of your strength give out, leaving you to lean your upper back and head against the wall with your arms falling to your sides. Phinks doesn’t struggle to continue holding you up but now his hips are grinding into your heat instead of bobbing you up and down. The added friction from his pelvis brushing against your clit is bringing you closer to your climax. Phinks tugs one of your arms up to his shoulder, guiding you to hold onto him once more. Desperate to quiet your wanton moans, he brings his lips to yours, swallowing your sounds before aggressively exploring your mouth. The coil in your gut snaps soon after, white hot pleasure taking over your vision. The build up made your orgasm hit you all at once and you ride out your high, bucking your hips to take more of Phinks if at all possible. Forgetting about the shitty day you were having before this, you’re so thankful that you have someone as reliable as him in your life.

“You’re so tight woman, I can’t get enough of this.” Phinks sounds frustrated at himself, the motion of his thrusts are becoming erratic and you know he’s close to his end. His stamina is off the charts, normally lasting way longer than this. The chance of being caught is thrilling, and that alone has him tuckered out already. He leans his chest into you as close as he can, pressing your body into the glass as he bucks into you. You’re folded like a pretzel, whimpering and moaning all while being worried that the glass might break. The way your pussy is still clenching around him from your orgasm and the sheer amount of slick between you coating his cock is sending him over the edge. Phinks untangles your legs from around his waist and brings them to hook over his shoulders. One hand holding you by the cuff of your ass and the other on your waist over your bunched skirt, he slowly sinks you down onto him. You brace your arms on his forearms since he has complete control in this position, your back no longer being supported by the glass wall. Phinks shifts you up and down as slowly as he could while rolling his hips into you when he’s fully buried inside. His eyes are glued on your form. The way your breast bounce is mesmerizing. How you fit perfectly around his length. The way your eyes look into his with so much reliance. Your lips ajar from the heaves leaving your chest. You’re shocked and amused at how much restraint he’s showing right now while trying to live in this moment for as long as he can. “Baby, just cum already.” You whisper between breaths. Phinks lets out a guttural moan before shooting ropes of his seed that fill you to the brim. He adores your dedication to squeezing him dry while you move your hips to greedily milk all he has.

Phinks sets you down and your legs feel like spaghetti while you try to balance yourself. You adjust your breast back into your bra and button up your blouse. After pulling your skirt back down into place, you fix the wrinkles in the fabric with your hands. When you turn around to him, he’s already slipped his boxers and track pants up and has his sweater on as well. How the hell isn’t there a single hair out of place on his head? You’re envious of how he looks so collected compared to you. He walks over to you, thong in hand and bends down for you to slip your feet through it. His fingers skim up your thighs towards your sex and he pushes his cum back in that was threatening to dribble out. Once he’s made sure none is going to waste, he pulls your thong up and then instructs you to spin around slowly so he can examine if your outfit is all in place. Phinks brings you into a passionate kiss and also takes the time to mess with your hair to help you look like you working instead of being fucked. “Do you need anything else? Food might be cold now. Sorry.” He has a sheepish grin on his face while scratching the back of his head. “Nope. You’ve done more than enough. Come pick me up later?” You rub your hands up and down his arms, a blush on your face. “Sure, good luck dealing with those corporate idiots.”

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thatonegaytheaterkid · 3 years

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Hello, I hope you are doing well. Can you do hcs if s/o died with ojiro, koda, sato, shoji and tokoyami from bnha please?

First ask, let’s gooooooooo!!!! I also hope that you’re doing well, love!

Warnings: Death(obviously),minor gore and angst

Shoji

- The agency you were working at had gotten attacked by the league of villains

- Shoji had heard what had happened from the news

- You can bet that he turned into flash as soon as he heard what happened

- By the time he finally got to the agency he could already tell that he was too late

- It took him a while to actually find you but when he finally saw the small bits of your (h/c) hair underneath a big piece of debris he flipped it over to find your bloody, lifeless body hidden underneath

- To add insult to injury, it had looked like before the debris fell on you, you were stabbed continuously in the stomach by, from the looks of the huge bloody gash in your stomach, could have been caused by a long blade of some kind, maybe even a metal pipe

- While being in a panicked state all he could do was hold your now lifeless body in his arms

- He was absolutely devastated

- He knew you didn’t deserve what had happened to you

- He blamed himself for what happened to you and after a while he realized that there really wasn’t anything he could do to reverse what happened that day

- After that day he made sure to visit your grave at least twice a week so that he could talk to you and get you up to date with what was going on in his life

- He also made it one of his biggest goals to find out who it was from the legue that killed you, so that he could properly avenge your death.

Koda

- Koda really wasn’t a person who took death well

- Even if it was someone who he didn’t even know, he still always ended up crying for them

- So you can imagine that your death took a huge toll on his small heart

- You were interning with another pro hero in Yamanashi Prefecture, the same place Nomu attacks had took place, at the time

- While Koda stared intensely at the screen before him all he could do was hope and pray that you would be okay as he saw all the attacks taking place

- Since you didn’t yet have your hero license you were instructed to go back to your mentor’s hero agency until the whole fiasco was settled

- While on your way back you had seen a mother and what seemed to be a five year old kid cowering into a back alley to get away from what looked to be an abnormally large and strong Nomu

- Of course, since you were training to be a hero you obviously couldn’t just leave them there, so you did the only thing your instinct told you to do, and of course, it was to fight the huge Nomu

- After what seemed to feel like hours of fighting the Nomu you finally gave in to all of the pain that you had endured during the fight and fell prey to the predator in front of you

- As your legs grew weak and arms turn numb all you could do was shed the last tears that you would ever have

- Since a helicopter was passing by at the time the news station had caught your death live on tv for all to see

- Koda could feel as his knees went weak as he just stared in shock at what he had just seen

- A few seconds later he began to sob for what felt like hours

- After that, he wasn’t able to sleep for the next couple of days

- When both him and the entire class had attended your funeral he couldn’t bring himself to go up to your body to say his last goodbyes

Tokoyami

- You were assigned a mission to keep a close eye on the league’s hideout

- You knew you were taking some huge risks doing this mission but you didn’t care, I mean, someone had to do it, so why not you?

- You knew that Tokoyami wouldn’t have wanted you to do such a dangerous mission, so that’s why you kept it as a secret from him

- At first it started off well, they didn’t notice you and you were able to get some good intel on them, but that’s when things took a turn for the worst

- As you were heading back to the agency you were working at, you weren’t being cautious enough and Tomura had ended up noticing you leave

- You can imagine what happened after he told Toga and Dabi to go take care of you

- Tokoyami knew something was off since he hadn’t heard from you in the last couple of days and he was beginning to get worried, so you imagine how he felt when he saw your body getting reported on the news after being found in an alley not too far away from the league’s hideout

- Skip to a couple months later, he still hadn’t moved on

- He blamed himself for what happened to you, he knew if he had just pressed you a bit more you would have eventually told him and he could have stopped you, then all of this would have never happened

- After that he took on the mission for himself so that he could get back at Toga and Dabi for what happened.

Ojiro

- Everything happened so fast that he couldn’t even process it

- Both you and him worked at the same hero agency

- The two of you were assigned to do the nighttime patrols in Yokohama

- Things were going just like any other night would, seeing a few stores beginning to close, people either just now heading back home to their families or others who planned on spending their night getting wasted at one of the many bars that were in Yokohama

- This night couldn’t be different from any other night. Is what you thought before Ojiro pointed out that he heard someone in one of the nearby alleyways

-Usually when the two of you found someone in an alley way at night it was for either three reasons, they were doing drugs, selling them or they were just really drunk and was trying to find their way back home

- Little did you know it was going to be none of the above

- All the two of you saw some guy who had a ton of burn marks on his skin and looked like he was in some desperate need of sleep

- After Ojiro called out for him a few times and asking him what he was doing in a dark alley way, the guy began to get annoyed and, out of no where, he just blasted out a cluster of blue fire out of his hand

- Lucky for him he blocked the fire with his tail while you where just stood there on the sidelines trying to not get burned

- After a few more blasts by the man covered in burns, he finally decided to get serious and attack the two of you headfirst

- All the people in the streets decided to scatter since, of course, because none of them wated to get burnt to a crisp

- After what seemed to be about thirty minutes of fighting and waiting for backup to arrive, the guy, who identified to be known as Dabi, shot out a cluster of fire you knew Ojiro wouldn’t be able to dodge

- So, you did the only thing you knew you could do, your quirk wasn’t exactly designed to handle fire so it’s not like you had the upper hand here so all you could do was jump in front of him to take the hit instead of him

- It all happened like it was in slow motion in Ojiro’s eyes, seeing you jump in front of him so take the hit

- It was like one of those moments when your brain reacted to something faster than your body could, kinda like when you would trip on something but you weren’t quick enough to stop yourself from falling

- Well, it was just like that, but all he saw was you jump in front of him then get burnt alive while a smile on your face and tears streaming down your cheeks and you mouthed the last words you would ever say before you died

- “I love you...”

- After that Dabi was no where to be seen and backup had finally came, although, it was already too late

- All Ojiro could do was stand there in shock with his mouth agape a tears streamed down his face

- Skip to a couple months after the incident, he still hadn’t gotten over it, he decided that it would be a better idea to go to therapy so that he could get over it, but, like most people, he never did

- He spent most of his days just morning over you while his friends just tried to console him

- He even gained some unhealthy habits like not sleeping or eating enough, it was usually up to his friends or his family to remind him to take better care of himself.

Sato

- Sato had some close friends but was that was really the whole extent of it

- There really weren’t a whole lot of people who hyped him up to want to be a pro hero but that’s why you were different

- You actually believed in him, unlike most people you saw him for who he was

- In his eyes you were an angel, you were someone he could go to whether he was happy or sad, there was nothing that could possibly go wrong in your guys’ relationship...is what he thought before you had gotten seriously sick with an unknown virus

- It was the most unexpected thing to ever happen to you

- One day you were absolutely fine with perfect health then the next you were laying in a hospital bed being given all types of treatments, which none of them seemed to work

- It was always the good people that had to leave the world fastest

- Even though both you and the doctors knew that none of the treatments were working it was still an utter shock that you had passed away peacefully in your sleep

- I mean, on one hand, at least you didn’t die in pain, well, they didn’t know for sure, but one the other you were still dead now, there was really no way you could sugarcoat this

- The utter shock that Sato had faced the day he was told you had died

- It was one of those sinarios where you had to blink twice before you could understand what someone had said to you

- He was in total shock and despair

- So much so that he actually fainted and when he woke up he couldn’t stop saying that they were lying

- He was in denial

- After he got ver his denial he couldn’t stop crying, day and night, in and out, he couldn’t stop, he was torn, he was broken, he couldn’t handle it, so that’s when he decided that it would be best to just accept it and move on

- As much as he didn’t want to, he knew it would be the most healthy choice to make, it did take him a long while though.

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Ok so ngl, for the one with shoji I kinda gave up but for a few of the others I kinda went a bit overboard, but still, please tell me what you think!

#mha headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #angst #shoji x reader #sato x reader #tokoyami x reader #ojiro x reader #koda x reader #hcs #i want to sleep

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weeb-writor · 3 years

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No More Crying, Brat!

Heyo! So next part in the Aizawa series is out. If your just now seeing this don't worry it can act as a stand alone! Reader is as neutral as possible including gender. Hope you like it!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

You and Aizawa lazy morning gets interrupted and end up babysitting Jun and then you end UA, where you meet the infamous Bakugou

Words: 1997

Part One Part two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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This was your favorite thing, a sunday morning with the love of your life. It was the one day where neither you or Aizawa had work, well most times anyway. Phones tucked away and out of sight and the TV off. You laid in bed just resting and talking nearly all day.

“I want a bunny sho.” You said into his chest.

“I love you a lot but not possible. I know my cats seem nice but they are still cats and very ferocious predators.” He said playing with your night clothes.

“But they’re fat and lazy, I doubt they’d be able to catch the bunny.” You whined at him. He gave you a flick on your forehead obviously not happy with your words.

“Don't pick on my cats for something they can't help. You're the one always feeding them treats and extra food at meal time.” He said in a kind of pout. You giggled at his words moving to straddle him.

“Oh like you're any better. All you want to do with them is cuddle even though you know they need exercise. Don't blame me for your fat cats.” You said glaring into his eyes with a sort of playfulness.

“Oh kitty, your claws are showing. Do you wanna play, you want your exercise?” He said lowly to you. You of course had no objections but your plans were foiled as soon as they had begun by his phone, it was the one for emergencies he had to pick it up.

“You’ve reached, Aizawa Shouta, on his one day off. This better be good.” He sighed into the phone.

“Hey there, little brother!” You heard someone say as the phone was on speaker.

“Sigh, what do you want?” He said to the energetic boy.

“Awh is that anyway to treat your older brother who you love so much?” The man whined into the phone.

“When he interrupts what could have been such a great and peaceful, blissful even, morning yes it is.”

“Oh were you gonna finally put our present to good use?” He whispered.

“Good god, what do you want?”

“Oh right, I was the one to call you! What was it again…. Oh right! I need a favor.”

“You called my emergency phone, for a favor.” Aizawa deadpanned at the phone.

“Well yeah, I knew you wouldn't answer your regular phone and it is important. I need you to watch Jun for me at least for today. Sora will come pick him up tomorrow or sometime late within the night and take over from there.” He said the playfulness in his voice dying out.

“Yeah of course, what's going on?” Aizawa said, sensing his brother’s seriousness.

“You know his immune system is so weak, every time he gets sick he’s in the hospital for weeks. Me, my wife, Haru, and Maki are all showing early symptoms of the flu or something. We immediately sent him to our neighbors but we think it's best if he goes with a family member until we can recover.” He said seriously for once.

“Yeah of course and I’ll tell Sora I can take over if he gets overwhelmed. I'm on my way.” Aizawa said moving you to get ready.

“Oh when you get here Haru wants to wave by from the window, if that's alright.” Aizawa agreed before hanging up.

“So change of plans for our lazy Sunday, I'm really sorry.” He said quickly, throwing on casual clothes, you followed suit.

“No no, it's fine! Any Sunday spent with you is great.” You smiled at him.

“Okay we should get going, it’s a little bit of a drive.” You nodded as you fed the cats before going to get in your car.

“Pop quiz by the way, which brother was that?” He said as he pulled out to begin your journey. You thought about it for a second Jun and Maki were they only two blondes and stuck out so much in the dark haired family, so they were easy for you to remember, Their dad was the outgoing Shiori, right?

“Shiori, the 3rd eldest brother but 5th eldest in general.” You said pretty confident in your answer.

“Correct, I'll remember to give you a prize later.” He said with a smirk. You smiled at his words and that was that. The rest of the journey was quiet and quick and so you found yourself with Jun clinging to Aizawa as you stood in front of his house window. His family waved at him as he stared back with tears eyes.

“Okay Jun we should go now.” Aizawa said picking up the young boy and walking him to the car, locking him into the seat quickly and just like that you were on your way. You sat in the back with the 4 year old trying to keep him entertained on the kind of long drive.

“So kind of slipped my mind but I’m due back at the dorms in an hour…cause of the influx of villains and Eri” Aizawa said, glancing at you in the mirror.

“Oh it’s fine I did all the baby Aizawa’s at once. I can do one by himself.” You said bopping the boys nose as he played on your phone

“No, I wouldn’t ask you to do that. I told Shiori I was gonna watch him and I meant it. I was thinking we could take him up there and spend our Sunday together.”

“And meet your friends? And coworkers? Your students too? Like the 3rd or 2nd most important things in your life? All at once?” You said to him with an unnerved smile.

“Don’t fret, you survived my family, a few heroes aren’t gonna kill you.” He chuckled at you.

“We gonna see hero’s?” Jun asked with little stars in his eyes. Aizawa looked at you obviously wanting to know if you wanted to or not.

“Yeah bud, lots of them.” You told him with a smile. He clapped with joy and you laughed through your nervousness. It didn't take much longer to arrive at the UA building and after getting clearance you all headed to the dorms. Jun was a little scared as he clung to Aizawa tightly.

“I'm surprised he is clinging to you like that, he was so outgoing when I was babysitting I wouldn't take him as one to be afraid of new people.” You said looking down at the boys.

“Usually he isn't such a shy thing but without H-A-R-U he is pretty scared, they are twins. Really I don't know how he's gonna survive without him.” Aizawa said as he stopped outside a set of doors marked 1A. He didn't even get to warn you or Jun of the chaos that awaited you cause the door flew open.

“Shouta! Finally!” Present Mic said letting out a sigh.

“Sensei!” He’s student sounded off behind the blonde.

“Hey, get out of the way. At least let them sit down before you annoy them with questions.” He scolded as he felt Jun disappear further behind his legs. The students and excited teachers did make way for you and let you sit down. Jun huddled in Aizawa arms, face tucked in between his arms.

“Aizawa Sensei, we didn't know you were married! And with a kid too! What's their quirk?” A blonde rushed out.

“I am not married, this is my love L/N, but this little guy is my nephew. You might be seeing him a lot over the next two weeks.” Aizawa said tiredly.

“Hello! Aizawa already said but I'm L/N, and this is Jun.” You said with a small wave. They all introduced themselves and everything was going swimmingly until Aizawa was called away to get Eri.

“Hey Mic, he knows you a little better than Y/n, would you mind taking him?” Aizawa said, handing the heavy 4 year old to his friend. Jun let out small sniffles as his uncle left his eyesight.

“Don't cry little Jun. He’ll be right back, until then wanna see some of our quirks!? They are super cool.” Midoriya said with a smile and so the kids took turns trying to get the boy to smile and his tears to stop. They had all failed so far as his cries got louder.

“Alright brat, stop all your whining! What on earth are you crying for? Cause your uncle left for a few seconds? Are you that much of a baby? You're like four and still crying like a baby, I thought you were a big boy.” Bakugou said to the boy and before you could interject Jun did.

“I am a big boy but I miss my brother! And my big sister! And mom and dad! Uncle sho said i can't see them ‘cus they sick.” He said, starting to cry louder.

“That’s it? So you would rather go see them and get sick. I bet that would make your brother and your sister feel like shitty people and make them sad too. That’s what you want? To make your brother sad and guilty?”

“No!” He cried out.

“Then suck it up, for a few days you get to hang around your uncle and his badass hero friends and students. All the while your family gets better and you can see them again. So stop crying, and i’ll show my quirk! It’s better than any of the Extras quirks you’ve already seen.” Bakugou said to the boy. Slowly but surely he did stop crying and left the comfort of Hizashi’s arms to hold bakugou's hand.

“You know when I walked in to see you yelling at Jun I almost killed you. But now I'm glad i didn't, how do you feel about earning some extra credit?” Aizawa said from behind you. That was the most eventful part of your day so far. The rest was spent with Aizawa and Eri really. Jun was stuck to Bakugou like glue, doing everything he did, not noticing his jealous uncle. As bedtime approached for him you weren't sure how to get him to go to bed, he was attached to bakugou at the hip. Well that was until you learned that the blonde who was angry, loud and a bit delinquent-ish was actually a good boy who went to sleep at 8:30 just like Jun and Eri.

“Alright brat, i'm going to bed so you can stop following me around like a chick now. I’ll see you again soon and you better not cry for nothing again.” He said ruffling Jun's hair before walking into his room. Jun walked over to you guys as you all said goodnight.

“I got permission from Nezu, you're both allowed to stay over night but sometime within the night Sora’s coming to get Jun.” Aizawa said with a yawn.

“Alright then I'm looking forward to some cuddles! To bad your fat cats here, they make good pillows.” You said teasing him, he gave you a light shove in response.

“Hey uncle sho?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Bak’go is a hero?”

“Basically.”

“I think he’s my fav’rit. He’s so cool.” He slurred, climbing unto Aizawa’s bed as soon as it came into view. Aizawa was silent as the boy fell asleep and only spoke out after he was dead asleep.

“I think I am going to kill him and like hell I'm gonna let him babysit with Sora.” Aizawa pouted under the covers.

“What a possessive uncle you are shouta, Also I think they all like me! Good to know the people most important to you like me!”

“Well if they didn't they could go hell cause you fall into the category that makes you number one in my life.

“What's that?”

“Family. At least you will be when I give you my last name.” He said as he swung an arm around you and Jun. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, his last name was starting to grow on you.

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Dong Si Cheng | WinWin/Nakamoto Yuta Characters: Dong Si Cheng | WinWin, Nakamoto Yuta, Moon Taeil, Suh Youngho | Johnny, Wong Yuk Hei | Lucas, Qian Kun, Liu Yang Yang, Wong Kun Hang | Hendery, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten Additional Tags: Awkward Flirting, Attempts to flirt, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Firefighters, Phone Calls & Telephones, alcohol mentioning

The Japanese never paid strong attention to people’s voices.

It started on a cool October season when a hotline operator called him. He reported that a few streets from the fire station, a flat was burning, in which, according to the victims’ neighbors, there were kids and two old humans. Nakamoto thanked him, writing the coordinates and some info on a piece of paper, and, calling the team, moved to work.

A few days afterward, the same voice reported about a kid whose hand was stuck between the bars of the fence.

“The injured kid is about nine years old. Previously, he got stuck till the shoulders, as the incident reporter struggled to help the child, but he did not move a millimeter.”

“Did you find and tell his parents?”

“No, but the informant told his parents, who know the victim.”

“OK, thank you for the report. We will get there as soon as possible,” with these talks he instructs his colleague Jisung, who, after passing his eyes over the piece of paper, thanks Yuta and rushes towards the squad. Nakamoto is bad at granting first aid, so he is useless there. He leans back in his chair and stretches, crunching his back stiff because of long sitting. Then he closes his eyes.

The first thing that comes to his mind is that he has not even started the edge of housekeeping, since because of regular shifts. To get into his room, he must complete a quest from uncleared boxes from pizzas eaten on the go in the morning and scattered clothes everywhere; in most cases, he justifies his job as a firefighter - if you want to take out somewhere on his day off, wake him up first.

And suddenly the voice of the operator creeps into the image, which anyway attracted him. Usually, when the operators announce what happened, they have a panicked tone, as if it, God forbid, happened in their family. But the tone of this operator is entirely calm, and if the condition was fatal, he announced this in a quiet voice with slight hoarseness; probably talks a lot during the day.

The loud sound of the phone brought out of his dreams, so Yuta had to open his eyes and in four steps be near the dial.

“Well, already ... Are you firefighters or who?” he discovers a recognizable and somewhat annoyed voice on the other hand of the line. “Be more gathered,” the same voice reads, and the Japanese just grins. It delights him.

“Did something happen again?” asks Yuta keeping a pen with a piece of note wide-awake.

“I’m calling because of a child whose hand stuck in the fence. We called the parents. But they are a somewhat dysfunctional family because they just so violent to me when I told them of the event!” on the last words the operator’s voice breaks down a bit, which touches the firefighter. “So the boy will come to you, and there you will already call the guardianship authorities and all the cases.”

“Ok, I found out. Thanks for the info.”

“And be more responsive to calls. A person dies because of your delay in responding, how will you live after that?” the operator says in an instructive manner.

“Are your parents not dragons by any chance? Then how do they explain that you are such a fire?” Yuta says in a languid tone, and, covering the mic with his palm, he giggles. There is a silence of the phone for a minute, accompanied by a deep sigh, and Nakamoto swears that he can feel the operator rolling his eyes.

“Excuse me, of course, but did your grand-grandfather teach you how to tackle, or are you so ancient?” the tone is humbler - sweet and smooth.

“It did not work?” expresses the firefighter in a somewhat agitated tone.

“Of course not. You have to study and understand the art of a flirt,” here is a minute of silence, “but your voice is as sweet as honey, which I add to my tea.” Yuta hears a gentle chuckle on the other side.

"Was it a tackle or are you teaching me to tease, mister..." - the firefighter stumbles, because he does not know the name of the operator, he never introduced himself. In response, there is the most magnificent and pure children’s laugh that a Japanese has ever heard.

“I’ll tell you my name if the next time you pick up the phone when I call,” a voice murmured on the other side,” and now I have to go to accomplish my shift. So let’s try your luck, Big Time. See you.” and the operator drops the call, leaving Yuta with an idiotic grin all over his face.

He had never run-up to the phone so rapidly before when it called, picking up a call and holding his breathing, expecting, but it was not him. This was the second week. Some voices were regularly repeated, but the one he lacked so much was seldom on duty. It’s marvelous how much Yuta wants to hear this operator. He rushes headlong, even if he is standing at the other end of the hall, at the sound of the ring.

When Nakamoto comes to the later shift, having already given up any confidence when the call sounds, he pauses to pick up, but something inside pushes him to receive the call, and he responds to the call.

- Hey? - he is silent for a couple of seconds, and suddenly it dawns on him that the firefighters should not say in such a way. - Oh sorry. Fire station number one, what can I be ...

- Well, hello, - the voice says with a laugh, making Yuta fell into a stupor.

- You…

- Me, - the firefighter hears on the other side a slight laugh in his voice. - What am I calling. There, several people were stuck in a shopping center elevator.

Yuta writes all the details and the street and then gives the piece of paper to Doyoung. After making sure he’s gone, Nakamoto returns to the phone. - Well, honey, you were right, I am lucky.

There is a chuckle on the other side, and the Japanese man quite closes his eyes.

- You only thought about it all the time?

- Well, really, you developed a reflex of Pavlov’s dog. I’ve never picked up my phone so immediately, - says the firefighter, sitting down on a chair and throwing his legs over the back of a nearby chair.

- For a second I imagined you in a collar and with a chain which I hold at the end, - the operator laughs. Yuta just chuckles and looks at himself in the mirror - maybe it would suit him.

- Why were you not on duty for so long? Probably fell from your home - paradise? - at least in the Japanese's head this tackle sounded cool, but judging by the silence of the operator, it was again a failed number.

- Now you asked to teach you how to roll from your great-great-grandfather? - the operator imitates the stern voice and then laughs. - But tell him that this is much better.

The firefighter is glad to understand that he’s already doing better.

- So, tell me your name, I picked up the phone when you called.

- Did I say that? - The voice asks in surprise.

Yuta chuckles in response, straightening his red hair, which sticks into his eyes although he tied it in a ponytail at the back.

- Well, then I want to take back my promise.

- Why? Am I unpleasant to you? Don’t you like my voice? - tries to hide Nakamoto’s anxiety.

There is a burst of sincere laughter that caresses his ear.

- No, of course not. I just like to play, and you heartily accept my rules - the voice becomes languid, or does it seem so to a Japanese in love?

The corners of the firefighter’s lips spread across his face in a grin, exposing his fangs.

- Well, you may be right. I like to hunt you, - taking off his legs from the back of the chair and sitting down, he adds in a whisper: - But baby, take it down a notch, that I am not as simple as I look, - leans back and feeling unbearably good, says Yuta. The operator chuckles in response, and the Japanese involved in this game likes it. He likes that this kid does not so easily fall into the clutches of a predator.

They were silent for another minute, and Nakamoto felt uneasy.

- Um ... How are you? - Coughing softly, he asks.

On the other side, he can hear a peal of chesty, rolling laughter.

- Are you asking this to talk a little longer?

- Stealing your time? - Yuta’s cheeky grin grows as he looks at himself in the mirror. - Yes, I’m such a thief. And you, by the way, are also a thief.

- And why is that? - the operator is indignant, and it amuses the firefighter.

- Because you stole a piece of my heart. - Now it’s Nakamoto’s turn to laugh out loud while the operator thinks about something.

- Hmm, it was good, - the voice finally answers, and Yuta, burying his fingers in his hair, conducts through them, pleased with himself.

- But back to the previous one. It was you who brought me into the game, so I’m running after you.

- Well, I did not force you to do it.

- Hmm. Here you are right. I’ll reformulate - I’m running after you of my own free will, - says the firefighter, stretching in his chair.

- Did I interest you so much? - says the voice on the other side.

- You don’t even know how much, - the Japanese grins.

This seems, surprised the operator very much, as he became quiet. Yuta runs her tongue over her dry lips in anticipation of an answer, and when it doesn’t follow, she asks:

- Are you surprised that your fabulous voice charmed my callous heart and envelops it with the desire to live on and continue your game?

Nakamoto hears the operator on the other end speaking Chinese and then brings the phone to his ear.

- No.

Yuta bites her lower lip as she imagines that voice just got embarrassed.

- Oh, the dear angel was embarrassed.

- Not true! At the last word, the guy’s voice breaks again, and Nakamoto smiles triumphantly.

- Yah? You flirt like a god, but here you were embarrassed by a compliment from me? The fireman purrs, teasing the operator.

- Yes! I’m not embarrassed! Is a blatant lie, but Nakamoto rolls his eyes and runs his tongue over the gums under his lower lip. He senses how long it takes for the kid to answer, so he’s sure he’s blushing.

- Good, good, red maiden. I’ve got things going on here, so I have to leave you. Until the next call, - without waiting for an answer, Yuta drops the call and grins triumphantly, exposing his fangs.

If the kid wants to play, he will suit him. One: one.

Their subsequent calls were purely working, with no game. During this time, Yuta manages to find out quite by accident that this is operator number 2810. Of course, this information does not bring him closer to revealing the guy, but it pleases him even more because the game continued.

Unexpectedly, Taeil, their department head, after intercity meetings of all fire departments, decided to put several operators on the first floor of the fire department in which Japanese works. He explained this by the fact that the operator’s department has so little space that they almost sit on each other’s heads, and the first fire department has an empty floor idle. Everyone didn’t care if there were more people or fewer, but Nakamoto, deep down, hopes to see the operator who has been encrypted for three months now and has not been led into his bait.

Closer to Christmas, some of them already have all the communications that operators need so badly, and somewhere the other day they should announce themselves.

Everyone goes home, only Yuta and Johnny remain, who, alas, will not be able to spend this New Year with their relatives. They decided to pass the time by decorating the site with a Christmas theme. Youngho takes out garlands and toys from the attic, while Yuta cleans the snow tree in the courtyard to decorate it. Of course, one cannot do without a snow carnage, but Johnny, due to his height, is less agile, so Nakamoto throws snowballs at him from head to toe.

Decorating something is a favorite of the Japanese. He pleases to create the everyday interior colorful, so on the table near the phone on which he speaks to the operator, there are always animal figures made of wood or any other material, and next to the desk there is a huge pack with Valentines. He works here not so long but has a lot of valentines for that time. He’s a local Don Juan in their little area.

When Nakamoto helped Youngho get shit off the snow, they set about decorating the tree. Yuta does all, and Johnny only gets to the places where the Japanese could not get it. So for an hour of such friendly work, the Christmas tree lights with a sweet and gentle white light, without eating away the eyes, since this time. Suh took a garland with a less bright light. In a few more hours, the entire department is decorated with socks in which you need to put gifts, Santa Claus, which hang on the walls and, having asked the workers in advance not to close their lockers, Yuta and Johnny throw each a packet of sweets and a small handwritten card with wishes for a Happy New Year and Christmas. The guys also arrange a small concert, turning on New Year’s music for the whole department, and dancing their wild dances, because there is no other way how Yuta “flies” on a broomstick, and Johnny imitates playing the guitar, holding his leg. Suddenly Youngho seems to remember something and slaps his forehead, walks over to the speaker, and reduces the volume.

- I forgot that we have a club where you can have a lot of fun every New Year’s Eve. My friends invited me there. I’ll go and call them back, ask if everything is still valid, and let’s go there, - without waiting for an answer, Suh went out the door.

Yuta takes off the jewelry that the elder hung around him and puts them neatly in place. On this New Year’s Eve, he truly wants to call the 2810 operator, but how? Nakamoto slowly walks to the window, looks through the snow-covered window at the sky, noticing the shooting stars. Once upon a time, his parents told him that if you absolutely believe and wish, and when you see a falling star, make a wish - it will surely become true. Nakamoto only smiles with the corners of his lips at these memories, but the Devil may play any trick. He closes his eyes and makes his wish right before Youngho walks back into the room.

- So, I will make you happy - we have a team, so come on, change from work to normal clothes, and let’s go hang out. You will remember this New Year, - Johnny smiles, mysteriously twitching his eyebrows, which annoys the Japanese a little, but it won’t hurt to try, so let’s go.

Changing from suit into a fiery sweater that matches the color of his hair and thick black pants, he places a few jewels in his haircut, braiding them into a ponytail, and fixes his naughty bangs with several invisible ones. When Yuta comes to work in this form, he usually hears sighs behind his back about his amazing image. And the Japanese himself dreams of hearing this from his beloved phone caller, whom, though, he counts on to see tonight, because all these conversations of the elders are true, right?

Johnny, looking at such a Nakamoto, whistled, and thumbs up.

- Now, besides my boyfriend, you will also glow in the club, - he laughs with joy, picking up his bag over his shoulders. Yuta rolls his eyes at this.

- There can only be one star on the tree, and that’s me, - he replies, running his palm through his hair and smirking. The Japanese don’t even need alcohol to be so confident and ready to roll.

- Let’s go then, a taxi is waiting for us, - Youngho points to the exit, letting Yuta ahead.

Saying goodbye to the few on duty who remained there, they disappear from the fence of the station and get into a taxi. Johnny gives the address and the car moves. As the Japanese one understood - they will go to the other edge of the city. They are silent all the way - Suh writes something to friends and seldom shows some memes to the boy, and Yuta looks at the night festive city. People walk in crowds on the street, having fun and wishing everyone a happy New Year. Someone is dressed in costumes, someone is handing out small gifts, street musicians are singing, there are many booths where you can buy hot mulled wine and warm up. In general, the atmosphere of a holiday is in the air. Nakamoto always spent New Year in his hometown of Osaka, Japan, but he was suddenly offered a promotion and needed to move to Korea. Leaving friends and family, he went to a completely unfamiliar country with great fear that he would not be accepted here, but fortunately, he came across such a boss as Taeil - a truly good person: he can be strict, but he never raises his voice and does not scold him for any then minor misses. He also got Johnny as his partner - just like him, a boy who came from America, who has been working here for four years, but this is their first joint New Year, which they spend together.

As he thinks about his friends and family, he doesn’t even recognize how the car has stopped, and it is only when Youngho pinches his side that he wakes up.

- We’re in place, getting out, - Johnny announces, extending his hand. Nakamoto looks around, sees the Neo Club sign, and after thanking the driver, gets out of the car. People around stand and smoke in large crowds, chatting about something of their own, but the entrance to the club is almost deserted, so, after standing in a small line of four people in front of them, they finally enter.

Suh is already waving to people at the table, is almost at the other end of the entrance, and realizing that only he can see where these guys are, he grabs Nakamoto’s hand and drags him through the dancing heat. It surprises the Japanese to see how already drunken enough bodies are trying to move to the music, how everyone huddles together, and only grins at this - he likes this. Twice, someone tries to grab his free hand, but Johnny drags him along so quickly that Yuta, even if he wanted to, could not free himself from Youngho’s tight grip.

When they are already leaving the crowd, Nakamoto sees a sofa where five “ready-made” guys are already sitting. Of all of them, he knows only Taeil - their boss and, in combination, the guy So, who, noticing his workers, waved to them and point to a place on the sofa next to him. Yuta is the first to let Johnny, who is near his boyfriend, kisses him nicely on the nose, and again on the lips, placing his hands on Moon’s hips. Later a Japanese man sits down next to him. All eyes at the table are looking at him, but he leans back on the back of the sofa, straightening his hair and showing with all his appearance that he is dad here.

- This is Nakamoto Yuta, he is Japanese and works with me in the same department. This is the same legendary guy who, appearing on the doorstep, won the hearts of many firefighters. - introduces the guy Johnny, while everyone is looking at the red-haired one. He, it seems, is not nervous in an unfamiliar atmosphere, radiating all his sexuality and blinking innocently.

-Nice to meet you, - he shakes hands with everyone, eyes shooting, making the two strangers blush slightly.

-This is Lucas and Kun, - Suh points to the guys sitting opposite, - they were once in our department, but now they are a few streets away, in the third.

Lucas and Kun smile as they shake the guy’s hands. Yuta realizes that they are only seemingly formidable, especially Lucas. Until he smiled, the Japanese thought he had squeezed something from Yukhei, and that he would now hit his face. Kun is calmer and looks like a bear, Nakamoto wants to pinch his cheeks.

-And this is Yangyang and Hendery - our operators, - continues to introduce Youngho, pointing to the previously blushed guys. They shake hands and quietly squeak “Nice”, and suddenly Yuta recognizes the voice he sometimes heard in the background when talking to operator 2810; Sometimes Yangyang allowed himself to sing WAP in the background, which surprised Nakamoto very much if the kid knew about the translation, but his interlocutor did not seem to be surprised, because a few seconds after the start of singing this song, Kun appeared and scolded the boy. - They will soon be taken to our first floor. We will have about fifteen operators, right, Moonie? - asks Suh to the boy’s, who looks so sweetly at the American with loving eyes.

- Yes, we planned more, but the electrician said that if we put them close to each other, this could affect the network and may not get through to the station, - the boss smiles, and Johnny pulls him into his bear hug under the enthusiastic sighs from everyone sitting at the table.

Then a waiter walks up to them and updates the amount of booze on their table. Yuta hasn’t drunk for a long time, almost a year, but it’s time to remember what the taste of alcohol is.

While talking about work and plans for this year, everyone is well intoxicated, and Lucas offers to play Uno for wishes. Of course, crazy desires come to a drunken head: Taeil, as the first loser, is told to lick alcohol from Johnny’s press; then Hendery loses and they told him to kiss with Lucas for a minute (as Johnny later explains, Hendery has been sighing for a long time towards Lu, but Wong does not see it, so they decided to bring them together). In the last game, Yuta loses, and having seen enough desires, which each time become more and more vulgar, he is ready to uncover. This time Kun makes a wish.

-See the guy with raven hair? Come up to him and get his number, - Qian smiles, leaning back on the sofa. Yuta looks around and sees a lonely guy looking at the dance floor. His “victim”, even with his drunken misty gaze, looks great: a dressed shirt that bares a little collarbone, a harness worn over a shirt and lose pants - just a boy for sore eyes. Not doubting that he can easily cope, Yuta picks up from his seat, but sways, since he is helped by Suh, who is sitting next to him.

Nakamoto walks over to the guy who is sipping a cocktail and just seems to be resting. A Japanese man approaches him and, using all his charm, says:

- You, by any chance, are not a frying pan? Because you’re hot, - Yuta winks and grins. The boy hung, as he runs his eyes over the body of the fireman and rounds them. Shock can be seen in his eyes. He understood something, but Nakamoto is too drunk to find out, he only wants to fulfill the conditions of desire.

The Japanese grinned with his trademark smile.

-Did you swallow your tongue when you saw me, dear angel? - Yuta asks, grinning. The guy is down, as he shakes his head and only briefly asks in a voice a little rougher than his own.

- What do you want from me?

The firefighter smiles.

- Just your number. By the way, your voice is so familiar ... but I do not remember where I could hear it, - at these words the stranger’s gaze becomes insane as if it had been opened.

- Um ... It seemed to you. Have you heard a few similar voices in your life? - in neat handwriting, despite the anxiety inside, the boy writes his number and hands it to the Japanese, if only he dumped. He smiles triumphantly.

- See you again, angelic creature, - Yuta says with satisfaction, hiding in the crowd and leaving Sicheng alone.

“Oh no, it’s hardly him”, Winwin convinces himself. When Yuta is far enough away, Sicheng starts to run and quickly closes the door to the restroom behind him. After washing, he looks at himself in the mirror. He just happened to meet a man with whom he flirted so much, and could not even combine words into a sentence in his presence.

He replays in his head everything that happened a few minutes ago. Dong recognized Yuta only from his tackle since his voice, in reality, sounds much lower than on the phone, which the Chinese like to goosebumps. This is unmistakably the firefighter with whom they have been communicating so sweetly for many months.

Winwin imagined him, but not so fabulous ... He once again washed and dried himself with the napkins that hang nearby. This voice, this wink, this grin ... Sicheng is just an idiot that let him go.

Taking the boy’s number, Yuta says goodbye to him and goes to the company, where everyone is already smeared on the sofa in pairs. He puts down a piece of paper loudly, drawing attention to himself, and sits down next to Lucas. He picks up a piece of paper and reads the contents, and only whistles, showing his thumb. The others clap their hands contentedly. Nakamoto, in his joys, hides the number, or suddenly they want to get drunk to meet his “victim” or call.

They have been drinking and having fun for several hours, but the drunk guys do not have so much strength to have fun until the morning. And as the most sober, Kun takes them all home, calling a taxi. When the turn comes to Utah, he is already snoring on the sofa, and Qian cannot wake him up, drags him home.

As soon as he opens the door of his apartment, he dumps the drunken body on a soft ottoman next to the door, closes the door behind him, trying not to make noise. But the Japanese, as luck would have it, wakes up and resents. Qian barely calms him down by sending him to the shower, he will not let him like that on his sofa.

The firefighter, indignant and stumbling, drunkenly swinging from side to side, stomps in the bathroom's direction. He takes off all his clothes and gets up under a stream of hot running water. It’s very relaxing, but not right now. When he finishes the procedures, he realizes that he cannot get back into the alcohol-soaked things, and wrapping himself in a towel, he goes to look for Kun, who is looking for hangover pills in the medicine cabinet.

- Kun-a, I have nothing to wear now. Maybe you can borrow something from yours? - asks Yuta, leaning on the corner. Qian clicks his tongue, surveying the Japanese from head to toe, and then walks into the room, returns with a shirt and shorts.

- Thank you, Kun-a, - Nakamoto was about to climb with his hugs, but Qian stops him.

- Your pills for the morning and water. I made a bed for you in the hall. Good night, - and leaves the kitchen, turning off the light.

Yuta remains standing in the dark kitchen, and later, it looks that it reaches his drunken brain. He turns on his heel and stomps toward the audience. Turning on the lights, he puts the water and the pills on the coffee table next to him, while he looks for the phone. After spending ten minutes on this, he even finds him near the ottoman in the hall. From the cover sticks out the tail of a piece of paper on which he had previously written a number. The firefighter chuckles contentedly and calls this number back.

He gets to the room, turns off the light, settles down snugly on the sofa and dials the number under the light of his mobile phone, but it takes an eternity before the subscriber answers the call.

- Yes? - mutters a voice with a low tone from sleep, which gives Yuta a herd of goosebumps. He is silent for a minute, listening as the guy on the other side comes back in bed and yawns, emitting a kitty purr. - Are you going to speak, or am I ending the conversation? The voice says.

Nakamoto wakes up immediately.

- No. I’m that guy from the club, remember? - the Japanese asks with a heartbeat. Now the silence goes to the other side. The firefighter hears incomprehensible Chinese words, and he is ready to swear that elsewhere he heard it. -When I looked at you, I feel that I have known you for quite a long time. But I just can’t remember where I saw you.

The second caller is silent and then speaks with a somewhat rougher tone than before.

- As I said at the club, many people have similar voices. Maybe you imagined it. - Yuta hears how loudly his interlocutor swallows saliva. - Why are you not sleeping? Don’t you work?

- Yes, I was going to sleep, because in a few hours on shift. - stretched out on the couch, Yuta whispers in a husky voice, which, as Winwin notes in his head, sounds insanely attractive.

- Mmm ... - all that Sicheng answers. - And I’m going to go to visit my new workplace tomorrow, - says the Chinese, and then realizes what Nakamoto said. The Japanese smile from this.

- So you are one operator who will now sit downstairs with us? - Yuta asks, remembering his mysterious operator.

- You make it sound like you already know who’s going to work there, - Winwin says, stretching on the bed.

- Well, I’m already familiar with three, - the firefighter grins.

- I’ve only seen you with two, - Sicheng says in a surprised voice. Yuta raises an eyebrow at this.

- So you saw me with Hendery and Yanyang? - Nakamoto asks. For a minute, his interlocutor is silent, and Yuta bites his lip in anticipation. And then, either from the past tense, or so the shower worked, the gears spin in the Japanese’s head, and he scrolls the vague, but events of the night. After that, his face lights up with a grin.

- I’m ready to argue, my secret operator, I’ll find you tomorrow, - the firefighter whispers into the phone with the same insolent grin. The silence continues on the other side.

- No! You won’t find me! - the voice is indignant with slight notes of panic.

- You will discover, 2810. Sweet dreams, - dropping the call, Yuta has already thought through the plan for the morning.

Two: one

Yuta thinks about the plan to expose Sicheng so much that he falls asleep an hour before the alarm clock. Of course, he did not hear it, as did the next three repetitions.

Only the disgruntled Kun could wake him up, who on his day off wakes up from the Japanese alarm clock at five-thirty in the morning, and to wake the guy up, he puffs water from the spray bottle and scolds. Nakamoto wakes up with the words “Well, if you don’t know how to drink, then don’t drink!”, after which Qian pauses and just glares at him, pointing to the phone.

The firefighter rises on his elbows, straightening his hair, and reaches out to the glass - the events of last night make themselves felt. Having devastated him, he looks at Kun, who looks at him.

- Good morning to you and Happy New Year, - Yuta mutters hoarsely as he gets out of bed wearing what his mother gave birth to. - And what happened?

- Oh, I’ll tell you what happened. First - you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You couldn’t wait till I leave and after that did your striptease? Second - you drunks had very good fun yesterday, so I brought you back home. Third, - he points to the phone, - this devilish brat will wake up even the dead, but not you, and I, by the way, have a day off. Well, fourthly, now it is clear with whom our cute operator was flirting there.

The Japanese almost falls as he tries to squeeze his leg into his trouser leg.

- In the sense it is clear?

- I have ears, I can hear, and I heard your conversation at night, and all the puzzles came together, - Kun smiles.

Nakamoto looks around the room.

- But how did you know about it?

- Well, my boyfriend works with Winwin. And everyone noticed that he had a delightful conversation with someone and more than once at dinner said that he often talks with a firefighter with a charming, deep voice, - Qian shrugs. - And at night, when you were saying goodbye, you called him operator 2810, and I connected everything in my head.

Yuta runs a hand through his hair, creating even more mess on his head.

- Oh Qian Kun, oh Sherlock boy.

He only bows.

- And now it’s almost half-past six and you’re late for work.

Today, a firefighter’s bowler hat cooks better, because the meaning of what has been said reaches him, and without even saying goodbye, he flies into the corridor with a bullet, barely putting on his shoes and grabbing a backpack, flies to the elevator. Taeil-Hyung, although his friend, even comes to work after noble celebrations, despite his condition. And after such a walk, he will check Nakamoto.

After Yuta dropped the call, Winwin’s sleep vanishes.

He spins in bed for another hour and a half, thinking about something of his own. Sighing, Sicheng sits up, shaking his head and driving away various thoughts. This is not the time to think too much. Then his gaze falls on the clock - only half-past five in the morning. It is very early, but if he lies back now, there is no guarantee that he will fall asleep.

Winwin rises quickly, and from the sharp rush of blood to his head, everything floats before his eyes. Deciding that the morning shower can relax him, he grabs the phone from the nightstand and heads to the bathroom. By turning on his favorite dance playlist, the guy by any means tries to distract himself from what happened. But the year has just begun ...

Today he needs to look presentable, as this will be an acquaintance with a new team, although Sicheng deep inside hopes that he will not meet Yuta among unfamiliar faces. The operators wear a loose dress code - a cute New Year’s sweater and black jeans. Examining himself in the mirror, his spinal cord catches someone’s gaze.

-Aahh, Sicheng-a, have you finally emphasized your sweet side, and not dress like a bad boy? It seems that this firefighter flipped the right switch in your head, - Ten smiles, and then walks to the coffee table where Winwin keeps jewelry, and takes out a cute pendant with a star. He walks up to the guy and puts it around his neck, which makes Dong look so soft that he wants to be crushed.

- You made a doll out of me, but I have to work, - Winwin mutters into his reflection, glancing at Ten.

- I’m doing this so you can finally meet your firefighter and stop taking all the oxygen with your sighs about his beautiful voice, - Chittapon shrugs.

- Oh, okay, it was only a few times, - Sicheng rolls his eyes, and then leaves the room.

- Shall I count? Sorry, but not enough fingers. You started the game yourself, - says Ten following Winwin down the hallway and then looks at his watch. - Aren’t you too early? Only seven in the morning.

- We need to familiarize ourselves with a new place, - Dong replies. I just came early to hide and not crawl out of my corner, rushes through my thoughts.

- Good luck at work and don’t be as hidden as you can be. Especially in front of him, - Ten playfully twitches his eyebrows, to which Sicheng once again rolls his eyes and leaves the apartment.

Having broken off with all his might to run, Yuta still arrives at the department before the chief. Nakamoto is thankful to himself for always keeping a spare set of clothes in his locker. Taking off his coat, the Japanese goes to the shower. It is an awful smell of alcohol on him, which needs to be interrupted with something. Fortunately, for the same reason, he bought himself a vigorous shower gel with a strawberry scent, which also works well as a shampoo.

Changing into an elegant white shirt with puffed sleeves and not buttoning three top buttons, Yuta admires herself in the mirror. He twists and turns and then pulls her on his shoulders a little to reveal the view of the chiseled collarbones. He likes to radiate the energy of his grandfather, and everyone who works with him is already accustomed to such a Japanese, giving him a mountain of compliments every time, as if they are seeing him for the first time.

Suddenly, the phone vibrates in the back pocket of his trousers, and it displays a message from Taeil in their work chat on the screen:

Meeting in ten minutes on the first floor.

Nakamoto closes his locker and, winking at himself in the mirror again, confidently leaves for a meeting with the operators, where he intends to reveal the identity of his beloved.

The department is located not far from his home, so he walks slowly, enjoying the frosty winter air and the New Year’s atmosphere around. With a nice Christmas melody playing through the headphones, Sicheng notices a tree decorated by Yuta and Johnny. He has a well-developed sense of taste, so he has the right to dig into shortcomings because in the previous section it was he who decorated everything, for which their department was called the most elegant and ideal - it was simple and tasteful, nothing superfluous. He walks around the tree from all sides, looking at the multi-colored confetti, which is no longer in fashion, Winwin even manages to spy out among the branches a boot stuck in by someone and a used fire extinguisher, which is hung on a branch by a string. Shaking his head, he realizes that this will be a fun department, and just starts to wait for the others, sitting on a bench and taking out his mobile phone to while away the time playing another strategy.

He does not know how much time passes, but he senses someone’s presence nearby due to the strong smell of alcohol and his gaze. Sicheng abruptly rises from his place, frightening the person looming over him, but it turns out to be none other than Hendery, but something in his form is not right - he does not push up, as usual, but looks happy and without the jokes on his face.

- Can I wish you a good morning, or is it better to say good night? - asks Winwin Deri, who with all his appearance shows that he wants to share information about how he spent the night with the very Lucas, with whom they are spreading the site from the excess of stupid ideas that were in their dark heads. - Well, come on already, tell me ...

- You can’t even imagine who I was with today! We first met at the club, then Kun sent us home, but Lucas told the driver to take us to that hill, from where the most charming view of Seoul opens. And then it turned out that we were both fat-headed fools who were embarrassed to confess their feelings to each other, but did not hesitate to create that crazy game for the entire department. And now we, as it were, are meeting, - the younger almost squeaks with happiness, and Winnie, pleased that everything worked out for his friend, approaches him with open arms.

- And who are you leaving me to? Now, among all of us, I am the only loner left, - Sicheng says in a mock sad voice, moving away from the guy. - You, hike, warmed yourself too much because from you it smells of alcohol.

- No, it was Yukhei-Hyung who gave me alcohol for the courage to give him… - Dery muttered embarrassingly, making Winwin touched.

- Just go ahead without details. Of course, I’m glad for you, but I don’t want to be privy to such secrets.

- Hyung ... - Kunhang nudges him lightly on the shoulder, and Sicheng just smiles his most innocent smile.

- I would advise you to run home, change clothes, and drink something from a hangover, otherwise on the very first day Taeil-Hyung will regret taking us.

- I have half an hour left, - Wong says, confused.

- I think it will be closed for you to go to Lucas. - Winwin points out, playfully twitching his eyebrows. - If you hurry, then I don’t even have to cover your ass.

- After what happened, soft chairs would not have interfered with me, otherwise ... - Sicheng interrupts the guy’s words, pushing him towards the house.

- Save me from the details, feets in hands, and run, - Winwin laughs after the guy who is trying with all his might to walk straight, but God only knows how much alcohol he drank for the courage.

Ten minutes after that, the meeting begins - slowly a small number of people from different departments meet and warmly get to know each other, so this helps Winwin to relax a little and forget about the call.

Yuta loved to meet people, because connections, wherever they are, are never superfluous. He stands at the other end of the corridor and, leaning against the doorframe, drinks coffee, examining the newcomers whom Taeil leads around their department and introduces everything around. His eyes immediately lookout for the same guy, so all the time they walk down the corridor, Winwin nervously straightens the edges of his clothes, feeling the gaze on him. Sicheng madly dislikes being studied. “I’m not an exhibit”, he usually says. But here Nakamoto would argue: in the bright light in the corridor, Winwin’s skin looks like porcelain, his profile when he turns his face to Moon’s words “Look left”, as if the jeweler was doing because of these soft lines of his face, and the face itself is so childish and tender, that it is hard to believe that this guy can flirt and even give advice on how to do it right.

Operators and Taeil walk down the corridor, and when they are already disappearing, then from the Japanese, as if a veil of charm falls. He remembers the gathering and, having made himself another portion of coffee, since he did not sleep, goes to a large hall on the second floor, where they usually have conferences.

It’s a gigantic room with a lot of shapeless pillows to sit on and a big projector that their boss likes to display all kinds of statistics, graphs, and figures about the rescued or something. All seats are almost taken, but suddenly Utah notices Johnny, who waves to him on the other side of the “ocean” of people.

Nakamoto sighs, “Could you take a seat in some other ass-place?”, he thinks to himself, but he’s also very grateful to Youngho that he didn’t forget about him. Having somehow reached, he collapses next to him, almost spilling coffee on himself. The familiar red top of Taeil comes out to the projector who congratulates everyone on the holidays, then he apologizes for disturbing those who, in theory, have a weekend, and begins to sum up the past year. All this lasts about twenty minutes, and when they reach the “sweet” - the operators.

- This year we will have an amazing experience with operators on our site. I believe that they, as the main decoration of our department, will give a different look to the main department of the fire department and increase efficiency, we will be able to receive calls better, since now, so that there is no confusion, we will attach a firefighter to each operator to whom he will report accidents cases. For this, I give you a week so that you have time to make friends and choose your partner. This, of course, I do not by order, because I was told to distribute it myself, but it is within my competence to make your already hard work pleasant. So you have time, and I want you all to get along with each other. That’s all for me. Once again - all happy holidays and the beginning of the New Year, which, I hope, will change for the better for many, - with these words Taeil looks at Johnny, who smiles back with his soft smile and shows his thumbs-up: Moon is very afraid of performances, so Suh always sits down near the stage so that if Taeil gets scared, he can find his beloved face and calm down.

The next to go to the projector is the operators themselves, who introduce themselves and talk about some of their interests. When it comes to Sicheng’s turn, Nakamoto puts his coffee cup on the floor next to the ottoman and, resting his face on his palms, looks straight into the guy’s eyes.

Winwin tries hard not to look at this interesting face, but involuntarily he meets Yuta’s gaze, which is why a herd of goosebumps runs down his spine and he stumbles, and the Japanese at that moment innocently slaps his eyes and, covering his mouth, smiles disgustingly.

Dong prays to all known gods that not all firefighters will be dismantled but noticing that most of the operators he knows are approaching their guys, while others are already openly flirting with unoccupied firefighters when he suddenly notices Doyoung who is trying to spy out the remaining guys.

- Hey, what are you standing here for? Taeyong and Yuta are still free...

- Who did you like more? - asks Doyoung watching Sicheng’s reaction.

- What’s the difference? We don’t choose husbands… - Dong mutters as he tries to hide his gaze from the Japanese studying him, turning his back to him.

- I suggest we must play rock-paper-scissors? - Young smiles. - Who loses - goes to Yuta.

- Why Yuta? Why not Taeyong? - Sicheng’s lips are blowing, blushing at the mere mention of this fireman.

- Sicheng-a, lose, for God’s sake. We want to see you two together, - Hendery’s voice suddenly sounds from somewhere behind, causing Dong to jump up and down and then roll his eyes. Kunhang comes up to them, hugging sleepy Lucas, who even looks like he is ready to go to be photographed on the cover of a magazine right now.

- If you continue to shout so loud, then I will let you down the stairs, Yuta is close ... - mutters Sicheng, blushing.

- Let’s play, - Doyoung interjects. - Rock-paper-scissors!

Do fall out scissors, and at Winnie - paper. A happy couple squeaks from behind, and Young smiles nasty and points to a Japanese who is standing and talking to some guy. Winwin gets a little angry with an unfamiliar cute guy near Nakamoto since he already believed that Yuta was in his chains. Sicheng sighs and blushes and heads towards the Japanese.

Coming closer, Sicheng strains his ears to hear the conversation, but when he comes closer, the conversation stops abruptly, - Nakamoto smiles at the guy and nods, saying goodbye. Dong mentally hates him, because even when he smiles, it’s a smile with his whole face, and it makes him feel at home next to the Japanese — safe and comfortable. Sicheng hates to blush.

- Did you want something, dear angel? - Yuta smiles and looks away so as not to embarrass the boy like that.

- I wanted to ask if you are free? - stammering, says Sicheng quickly.

- Alas, but no. One boy took my heart a few months ago, and it seems he has no intention of returning it at all, - Nakamoto shrugs.

- Damn it, I mean, do you have an operator? - Dong blushes, trying to look only at Hendery, who stands in the background with his fingers crossed. Following the gaze of the operator, the Japanese smirks and, while the guy has not yet turned, wraps his arm around his waist.

- Let’s go and discuss, - says Yuta hugging.

If it had been someone else, Sicheng would have already run away and yelled at the entire site, but either falling in love dulls his brains, or is he so afraid - he allows the Japanese to take him to their call waiting room. All the way, Nakamoto holds Sicheng’s waist, stroking the thin waistline with his thumb and tapping with the rest of his fingers. Already just before the door, he releases the guy, opening the door in front of him and letting him in.

The room is medium but quite cozy: Christmas decorations are scattered everywhere, various soft toys that were given by children for the firefighter’s day, and many photos of Yuta with his friends from Osaka.

Winwin looks around the room with interest as his hands rest almost weightlessly on his waist again.

- If you’re interested, you can take and look, - Nakamoto says, forcing the introvert Sicheng up to this point to run like scalded from object to object, looking around. Then he seems to remember his reason for being here, and Dong looks around absently.

- Why did you bring me here?

- So that you do not blush because of your friends, - smiles Yuta, - well, I need to find out how much more time you will play cat and mouse? I’ve already declassified you, operator 2810, - Nakamoto approaches the guy, runs his fingers over his hand. - Why did you start this game?

- I thought everything would remain at the level of flirting. I was very afraid, - lowering his gaze, mutters Winnie. The Japanese man tilts his head to one side, gently pushes the guy’s chin with his fingers, lifting it.

- What were you afraid of?

- That in reality, you don’t like me, - Sicheng says, looking into the eyes.

- Why? - Yuta’s tone of voice becomes more alarming, and his hand is already holding Dong’s hand, fingering the guy’s fingers.

- Well then, in the club ... You were incredible. And you know, that day I made a wish to find my soul mate, but no one came up to me all evening. And when I was already drunk, but still thinking, you approached. At first, I thought it was just another guy for the night, but when you called me ... I sharply sobered up. I was scared to tell you my number, although the drunks remember little, - Sicheng says while Nakamoto listens to him intently, intertwining their fingers.

- And when I saw you, I realized that I would be like an ugly duckling - only I would spoil the whole impression of you. You look like a prince from a fairy tale, and I’m just a free... - unexpectedly, Dong’s confession is interrupted by a soft kiss on the lips from the Japanese, who gently crushes the lips of the guy opposite who have not yet closed.

- Don’t talk about yourself like that, you’re wonderful. You are a little riddle that I have found and I want to solve the rest of my life. I want to love you madly, making you blush, because then your face takes on indescribably cute features, I want to fill you with love in every sense of this phrase; I want to hear your delightful voice; I want to take away every fear and anxiety you have; I want you to feel close it’s cozy with me, because I’m your home, - all this is accompanied by Yuta’s kisses on various parts of Winwin’s face, leaving not a single part of the skin without a gentle touch of his lips.

Sicheng blushes at these words.

- So you’re not mad at me for my stupidity? - Dong asks when the Japanese man stops kissing the operator and puts his arm around the waist, pressing him against the wall.

- Of course not, silly, - the Japanese laughs. - I can’t be angry with such a miracle. By the way, can you teach me a couple of flirting tricks? Are you my operator now?

- I’m yours for a long time, you just didn’t know about it, - Sicheng chuckles while gently kissing Yuta. - And you have not yet learned how to flirt with such a guy?

- Well, why not? I need a professional opinion.

Winwin chuckles, waiting for Yuta’s answer.

- Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I will return.

Dong blinks his eyes for a moment, and then pulls the Japanese into a kiss, biting his lip slightly.

- Would such an answer suit you?

- So ... I did well?

- A kiss is not enough? I expected everything, but not this. It was powerful. You make me happy, - smiles Sicheng, reluctantly moving away from Yuta.

They have a special love - they don’t need a lot of words, just a few touches or the light presence of the shadow of a kiss on each other’s lips is enough to feel loved and desired.

#fanfic #nct #nct 127 #wayv #winwin #yuta #taeil #johnny #lucas #kun #yangyang #hendery #ten #firefighter #call #attempt to flirt

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Armed to the Fangs ch. 6

SUMMARY: you grew up in the hunter’s guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. while making the rounds one night, you encounter taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

PAIRING: eventual ot7 x reader; some jimin x reader and namjoon x reader here

WARNINGS: some description of violence, angst, pining, maybe eventual smut but not for a looooong time, slow burn (really the slowest of burns), injeolmi being adorable asf as always, reader ironically hates the smell of blood

RATING: T?

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

A/N: thank you to my betas @re-sugance and @jminacious for reading this beforehand and making sure it was okay! also, I hope you guys enjoy and are excited for chapter 7 because I am!!

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Now that you’d gotten a taste of what life outside your quarters in the manor could be like, you quickly grew restless in your room. You’d always been independent, after all, and being stuck inside with only your cat for company grew old fast. The vampires – at least the ones you’d met so far – seemed nice enough, and maybe if you played nice, they’d eventually let their guard down and agree to let you go back to the Guild.

With that goal in mind, you suddenly couldn’t wait to set your new plans into motion. You’d never really kept tabs on the boys and what they did when they were up since you were usually asleep at night, but you figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out tonight. You’d slept most of the day away, anyway, after coming back from the garden with Namjoon.

Come 11pm, you were standing in your nice walk-in closet getting dressed. You’d been caught in your pajamas by Namjoon this morning, but that was not going to happen again – if you were to be an ambassador, the manor was technically your place of work, and you could not be seen walking around in sleepwear. It was unprofessional, to say the least.

You pushed aside the little voice in your head informing you that you were being ridiculous, that there had never been an ambassador for the hunters and there was no reason to have one now, that your current title was a farce.

Strapping your hip holster on under your jacket and hiding your knives away in your boots, you gave Injeolmi one more round of scratches behind his ears before you left your room. “All right…” you muttered to yourself, going back down the hallway to the stairs you’d found this morning. It didn’t take long for you to run into one of the vampires – Jungkook, the youngest one, had his head inside the massive fridge in the kitchen downstairs.

You hesitated to make your presence known, standing next to the wall, but he turned around to give you a friendly smile. “Hello Y/n-ssi,” he greeted you politely. “What are you doing here?”

“Good evening, Jungkook-ssi,” you responded with a bow. “I got bored hanging around my room, is all,” you said with an awkward shrug. If he noticed how weird you were being, he didn’t mention it.

“Well, it’s nice to see you,” he said, looking awkward as he slowly closed the fridge. He was still empty-handed when he withdrew, and you raised your brow at him.

“Didn’t you come to grab something from the fridge?” you asked, looking down at his hands.

“Oh, I… uh-” He fumbled awkwardly, flushing. You bit back the urge to pinch his cheeks or give him a cuddle. Get a grip, you ordered yourself. He was a vamp, not a dongsaeng from the Guild, even if he looked like it from his boyish demeanor and simple black clothing. There would be no casual affection, even if you could form a cordial working relationship with the other vampires in the compound.

As you chastised yourself, frowning slightly, Jungkook grew more uncomfortable, dithering in front of the fridge. Your appearance was definitely welcome, but he’d come down to grab a bag of blood after waking up, and now he didn’t know if you would be comfortable seeing him drink it. He still vividly remembered your reaction to the frozen blood bag Taehyung had given you, and didn’t much fancy staring down the barrel of a gun again. As he watched your face twist into a light scowl, he began panicking even more, wondering if he should just get out of here. He could smell the gunpowder on you and knew your gun was somewhere on your person.

Snapping back to attention as he began to fidget, you smiled at him. “You can grab the blood bag, you know,” you offered, figuring that was probably why he was there.

“Oh, uh, okay,” Jungkook responded meekly, opening the fridge again. From your vantage point, you could see neat stacks of blood, but the drawers at the bottom looked to be filled with fresh produce. He picked a bag from the pile and closed the fridge again, still looking unsure of yourself.

“Where do you get these?” you asked curiously, taking a closer look. They looked like they were hospital bags, now that you were paying attention.

“Uh… the blood drive center gives us the unusable or extra stuff,” Jungkook explained.

“Huh. That’s very… efficient,” you said with a raised brow, and Jungkook squeaked, wondering if you were mad. The noise was so adorable you smiled at him, though, and it made his dead heart squeeze.

“All right, go enjoy that,” you nodded at the blood bag he was holding. Jungkook wasn’t quite ready to leave your presence, but figured he might as well cut his losses and stop embarrassing himself in front of you, so he just nodded and bade you goodbye as he started to run back to his room.

“Wait, Jungkook-ssi?” you called as he started going up the stairs, and he paused, turning to see what you wanted. “Do you know who’s been cooking my food?”

“Ah, that’s Jin-hyung,” he told you before disappearing.

Jin, hmm? That was interesting, you thought. You didn’t know that vampires could cook, since it wasn’t like they were eating the food they made, and for the vampire you’d previously known to be stoic and kind of mean, if you were being honest, to be cooking all your meals every day, without any thanks…

Somehow that felt weird. Not bad weird, but it made you feel a little fuzzy inside, something that had previously only happened to you when Jennie came by with some extra treats she’d managed to smuggle off the streets during her patrols. Still thinking about it, you started going up the stairs, following the path Jungkook had taken. You hoped you wouldn’t get lost again.

Wandering down the empty halls, you could take your time absorbing your surroundings. This was a part of the manor that you’d never been to, and it was somber and quiet, without any of the windows that were part of the décor of the wing you were housed in. That made sense, you supposed, since based on your interactions with Namjoon earlier you knew that they were sensitive to the light.

As you were walking past one of the doors, it popped open unexpectedly, giving you the fright of your life. You screamed and whipped your gun out as you spun around to meet this new threat, coming face to face with Taehyung, who jumped when he heard you scream and quickly put his hands up.

“It’s just me! I’m not going to hurt you!” he cried, trying to look as un-intimidating as possible. A little hard for a vampire who towered over you, but his big eyes and guileless expression did make you feel a little better. Squinting suspiciously at him, you nonetheless lowered your gun but didn’t put it back in its holster.

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” he offered, relaxing and putting his hands down.

You scoffed. “You didn’t frighten me,” you lied.

His lips twitched, trying to hold back a laugh at how cute you were, but he didn’t respond, instead falling into step with you. You didn’t recoil from him or tell him to leave you alone, which he took as a good sign. “What brings you to these parts of the manor?” he asked, trying to make conversation.

Glancing askance at him, you asked, “Am I not allowed?”

“Uhhh…” he backpedaled furiously. “N-no! Of course I didn’t mean that, I mean… you can go wherever you want to, it’s just…”

You couldn’t hold back your giggles anymore. “Relax, man, I’m just kidding,” you managed to get out. Now that you weren’t incapacitated in some way, you felt a little better around Taehyung. He seemed innocent enough, if you put aside the unfortunate way you’d first met him. Even though he was taller and broader than you, you got the sense – at least when he wasn’t charging at you – that he would never hurt a fly, which was strange considering he was literally an apex predator.

“I heard Seokjin-ssi has been cooking my meals,” you said with forced casualness once you calmed down.

“Uhh, yeah,” Taehyung said carefully, watching you. He might crave your approval and attention, but Seokjin was still his brother, and he was a little cautious about where this was going.

“Is he around? I’d like to pay my compliments to the chef, as it were.”

Brightening up, he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’ll take you to him!” When he strode ahead of you to show you the way, there was a bounce in his step and you shook your head almost fondly before catching yourself. Nonthreatening demeanor or not, he was still a vampire. There must be something in the water here, if it was making you feel this way towards vampires. What next? Wanting to sleep with them?

You let Taehyung chatter on, only half paying attention to him as he took you to Jin’s study. You were almost surprised when he stopped in front of an imposing double door. “Here he is,” he giggled before busting the doors wide open without so much as a knock.

Seokjin, who was sitting at his desk as usual, looked up with a scowl at the disturbance. He’d heard Taehyung’s voice approaching and knew that he would be dropping in, but that didn’t make it any less irritating. As much as he loved his younger brother, the man needed to learn about boundaries. “How many times have I told you-” he started ranting, before trailing off when he spotted you standing next to Taehyung.

“Oh,” was all his mouth could manage, and Taehyung smirked knowingly at him.

“Right, here he is! I’ll leave you to your very important discussion,” he fairly sang as he wandered back down the hallway he came from.

Seokjin shook his head at his brother’s antics, then turned his attention towards you. “Did you need anything?” he asked, trying for cordial but falling slightly short.

“Yes.” Undeterred by his unwelcoming demeanor, you entered the room, going to stand behind the chairs on the other side of his desk. “I heard that you’ve been cooking my meals.”

At your tone and the way your hands were still stuffed into your pockets, Seokjin stiffened, on high alert now. “Yes,” he said warily. “Is that a problem?”

Realising how confrontational you must look and sound right now, you quickly adjusted your posture, letting your hands relax by your sides. “I, um… just wanted to say thank you,” you said slightly unsurely, looking away awkwardly. Why was this so difficult? “They were really good.”

At your words, he brightened up. “Thank you, Y/n-ssi,” he said formally. “It’s my pleasure.”

Your eyes darted towards him, saw the almost tender expression he was wearing as he smiled at you, and immediately darted away again, a flush now stealing over your cheeks. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from cooing at how cute you were. “Is there anything else?” he prompted, because it didn’t look like you were going to leave.

“Uh, yes.” You gathered yourself enough to appear professional, clearing your throat and smoothing your hands over your jacket. “I wanted to know if there are official duties for me…? As ambassador…?”

“Yes, take a seat.” Seokjin took his glasses off – you hadn’t even known vampires could be shortsighted, how about that – and leaned back in his chair. “Since your primary role will be to improve the relations between hunters and vampires, I think it would be best for you start by cultivating good personal relationships with the vampires.”

Cultivating good personal relationships…? He just wanted you to make friends? You blinked at him, surprised. Somehow you’d thought your role would involve more actual… work. Still, you shrugged it off. You’d never been the diplomat, after all. Being a hunter was more like being the muscle of the operation.

“All right, and how do you suggest I do that?”

He smiled at you and leaned forward.

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It was five am, and you weren’t sure if this was a good idea. You stood in front of the mirror in your walk-in closet, clad in the one dress you owned. Injeolmi was seated on the padded chair – in the closet! – staring at you calmly. Clearly, he didn’t share your trepidation.

“What do you think, baby?” you asked, giving yourself a critical once-over. The dress was black and modest, and, in all honesty, before tonight you’d only worn it at funerals for fallen hunters.

He meowed at you, looking unimpressed, and you sighed. “Yeah, probably,” you conceded, but didn’t change. Instead you said bye to him – with a good dose of pets and ear scratches – and left the room for your dinner/breakfast with the vampires. Seokjin had told you that it would be a good way to get to know the others, and you’d agreed hesitantly.

You walked down the now-familiar path from your room down to the kitchen. The dining area was next to the kitchen, and as you came through the arched entryway, you paused for a moment. The six vampires you’d already met were all seated, and there was a strong smell of blood permeating the entire room. Wrinkling your nose, you steeled yourself. The metallic scent wasn’t something you were necessarily squeamish towards, but you did have certain negative associations with such a strong scent of blood. You swallowed hard, trying not to think of the last bloodbath you’d walked into that had smelled very similar, and entered the dining hall.

“Good morning,” you said, smiling politely as all of them rose out of their chairs. They echoed your greeting and you walked over to the only place that had an actual meal with table settings laid out. The rest of them had what looked like soup bowls full of blood in front of them, and you shuddered inwardly, but tried not to show your aversion on your face. Jin grinned at you proudly as you sat down, looking at the meal laid out in front of you. Today, he’d gone with a traditional Korean meal, with a soybean stew, steamed rice and a collection of side dishes laid out neatly.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him while trying not to take deep breaths. You could do this, you thought to yourself, clenching your hand into a fist on your lap. With the other hand, you picked up your chopsticks and levelled them against the table. “Please, dig in,” you invited as you picked up a piece of kimchi to put it in your mouth.

It seemed that, as with most things, you’d overestimated yourself. As you started eating, all of them started drinking the blood like they would soup, something you’d think was strange if you weren’t currently too busy sprinting to the garbage bin in the kitchen to empty your stomach. When they started stirring the blood, the smell had gotten even stronger and watching them slurp it down, you couldn’t stop seeing all the traumatic battles you’d been in, images of bodies torn up by vampires and your own fallen brothers and sisters playing on a loop in your mind that you couldn’t stop.

“Jesus, what-” One second you’d been digging in, and the next you were abruptly gone from the room, so quickly that all of them wondered, even though they knew it was impossible, if you were actually a vampire.

The answer to the question in all their minds became clear a moment later when the sounds of you gagging and retching reached them. The boys reacted immediately, springing out of their seats and dashing to the kitchen where you were currently bent over the bin.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” Jimin sprang to your aid, coming to stand beside you and helping you hold your hair away. Now that he was doing it, you released it and used your now free hand to brace against the bin.

“Jesus, hyung, what did you feed her?” Yoongi asked, his face screwed up in disgust.

Seokjin puffed up his chest angrily. “Yah, this isn’t my fault! It must have been because she saw your ugly face!”

Finally done, you staggered over to the sink and turned it on to start rinsing your mouth. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “That was really gross; I’ll take out the trash.”

“No, no, Jungkook is already taking care of it,” Jimin said, still stuck to your side. You turned slightly and saw that Jungkook was, indeed, already tying off the trash bag.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” Taehyung asked, hovering nearby.

You shook your head, embarrassed by all the attention you were getting now. “No, it’s just the smell of blood…”

All of them blinked, clearly not following.

“Uh, when it’s too strong, it kind of reminds me of…” You trailed off awkwardly, not wanting to go into the gory details, mostly because you didn’t want to keep thinking about it.

They got it nonetheless, grimacing as they realized what had set you off. “Right…” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck and the others similarly looked guilty. Looking around at them, you felt bad for ruining the dinner/breakfast. They looked like they’d tried real hard about it too, all dressed up nicely.

“Do you want to go back to your room to rest?” Jimin asked, holding on to your arm like he was worried you were going to topple right over if he let go.

“Uh, no, I’m fine,” you said, trying to shrug off his grip subtly. He noticed and let you go, but cast you a slightly wounded look that you ignored. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth, but I’ll be right back,” you promised.

Back in your room, Injeolmi cast you a judgmental look. “Stop it,” you muttered defensively. “It wasn’t my fault.”

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Despite the somewhat rocky start to your first official interaction with them, things did get better. They learned to use straws to suck the blood out of the blood bags like Capri Suns around you, which didn’t result in that overly strong blood scent that had set you off the first time, and you grew used to being around them. It wasn’t difficult to see, now that you were around them most of the time, that what you’d learned about vampires was incomplete at best.

After all, there was no way a soulless vampire like the ones you’d known in the past could make such delicious meals when he couldn’t even taste them, or be so utterly whipped for your cat. Being in the manor around the boys, you learned a lot, too – about yourself, and the world. Namjoon let you have free access to his library, and you’d never seen so many books in one place before. Unsurprisingly, reading wasn’t a common hobby among hunters, and the Head had never encouraged it either. Yoongi let you sit in the room and listen to him while he played the piano, and even taught you how to play simple nursery rhymes. The maknaes were always so welcoming – although to be honest, you weren’t sure if they were more interested in you or your cat. Jin made it clear that his study was always open to you, and was surprisingly easy to talk to once you got past his rather aloof exterior.

You quickly developed cordial friendships with the six of them, and Injeolmi adored that you now let him roam basically freely around the manor. There was just one thing you were curious about – every time you entered the main hall, you saw that painting of the vampires, but there were seven of them.

Where was the last born vampire?

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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omg just read your teacher au ahhhhh. Love it smsmsmsm. Any chance if a sequel because omfg I love you're writing and will take anything ahah. If not no biggie. But omg love your writing a lot ahhh. Sorry if this is a lot but wowowow.

Hello Anon! SO SO SO glad you enjoyed it! They are just the blushiest, most clueless losers aren’t they?

Also me whenever anyone says they like my writing:

THANK YOU DARLING!!!!!!!!

And i am but your humble servant so here is a continuation of the first part. This really was supposed to be a quick drabble and it ended up being 1,5K+ words but no-one is surprised at this point :/ ;)

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The week passed by in a blur of classes, coffee, and contemplation over a certain black-haired, green-eyed professor. Jason was becoming fed up with how much he thought about the marine biologist, but everything reminded him of Percy Jackson.

Just yesterday he had passed by a little kid with a dolphin backpack and his first thought was Percy probably knows what species that is. It was such a bizarre and unexciting thought he almost knocked his own teeth in. Now it was Friday: the day he would be surrounded by Percy and everything marine related. He wasn’t sure he was going to survive.

With a deep, calming breathe he hopped out the car and headed towards the Biology and Oceanography building.

“Jason!” A bright voice called.

He turned around, a smile already taking over his face, “Good morning Percy,”

“How are you doing? You ready for today?”

“I’m doing great thanks. Kind of excited.”

Green eyes twinkled, “Well that’s nice to hear, at least one of us is.”

Before he could ask what that meant Percy shoved a cup into his hand, “I got us coffee. Figured we’d need the energy if we’re going to be chaperones for a bunch of over-excited sea creatures.” He winked.

Jason laughed, “Are they a handful?”

“Nah,” Percy chuckled, “They’re just excited for this because we haven’t been able to go for two years.”

“Good morning Prof!” An energetic yell from a dark-skinned, bouncy-curled girl echoed behind them.

“Good morning Hazel,” Percy gave her a dazzling smile.

“Oh and good morning Dr Jason. Prof told us you’d be joining the trip.” He didn’t have the chance to return the greeting before she plunged on. “I hope you’re ready for today, Leo and Frank are bound to do something dumb and end up in a fish tank,” She rolled her eyes, “You know they always manage to break something when we’re in labs. Isn’t that right prof?” She turned to Percy who was smiling unrestrained.

“Yep, I swear those two are more chaotic than I was.”

Jason’s mind immediately conjured up a twenty-one-year-old Percy, tucked into a lab coat and goggles; a frown etched into his forehead and his tongue sticking out in concentration; black hair probably poking up in all directions, and skin bronzed from a combination of his Hispanic heritage and a well-spent summer. He had no doubt the biologist had been a sight for sore eyes even then.

“What’s got you all caught up Dr Grace?” A voice startled him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head, smiling, “Sorry, not fully awake.”

“This is the very reason they invented coffee.” Percy laughed, tipping his own cup in point.

“Hello everyone,” A girl with flowers in her hair and about a dozen pins tacked to her backpack greeted.

“Hello Katie, I like the daisies.”

“Thanks Doc, they’re the easiest to pin down and I figured today was not the day for something elaborate like hibiscus or chrysanthemums. Too many petals you know?” She mused.

Jason was fast realising why Percy was so close to his students. They interacted with each other so easily and with completely unique personalities.

“I’m sure you know Dr Jason Grace,”

“Hello,” He smiled.

“Oh I most certainly know Dr Grace,” Katie grinned, giving her professor a look.

He didn’t miss the blush creeping up Percy’s cheeks.

“Where is everyone?” She frowned, turning to Hazel with a smile and a hug.

Percy checked his watch, “I don’t kn-“

A chorus of hellos, and how are you’s filled the space as students poured in.

“Guys!” Hazel squealed and rushed towards the group.

Once everyone had gathered around and gotten through their various catch-ups, they turned their attention towards their Professor.

“Right I see you’re all here so lets quickly do introductions and then we can pile on the bus. Everyone this is Dr Jason Grace, he’s a neurologist and a professor in the medical department. He will be our first-aid and a chaperone to help me handle you chaotic bunch.”

They all said good morning, exchanging glances and hushed whispers.

A curly-haired blonde grinned, “Hello Doc, how do you feel about swimming with sharks?”

Jason’s eyes widened, turning to Percy.

With a sigh the biologist gave his student a look, “Will, stop trying to get people to go shark-tank diving with you. I told you Dr Grace only has to do what he’s comfortable with.”

“Yes Prof,” The freckles on his face bunched as he smiled cheekily.

“Now let’s get going. We have a guided tour at ten and my mother said only two things are important in life. Punctuality and pancakes.”

“Yea, yea we know,” They all grumbled.

One torturous bus ride later in which Jason was only a couple inches away from Percy they arrived at the Conservation Center.

“Alright everyone, we have a tour now and then it’s free time till one. After that everyone meets up in the main exhibit so we can Feed the Fish and then we’ll make our way to the shark-tank diving for anyone who wants to do it.”

Even though Jason had no idea what was being said half the time the tour was still incredible. The way sea life interacted with one another was fascinating and some of the creatures were mind-boggling, in looks and in activity. The best thing about the tour though, was seeing Percy and his students light up, huge, curious eyes and rapt attention plastered to the various tanks. He knew it wasn’t a regular aquarium tour because the guide and Percy got into intricate details about the anatomies and functions of corals, fish, predators vs. prey and various other topics. The students were fully attentive asking and answering questions like they knew exactly what they needed to know and how they needed to know it.

When it finished at half-eleven the group were chattering incessantly, comparing notes and discussing all sorts of ideas.

Percy’s eyes were lit up with pride and passion as he thanked the guide and turned to his class, “Alright seaweed-brains go enjoy your time. Hazel, Leo and Katie please set alarms to be back here by one.”

“Yes Prof!” They shouted, already bounding away and into the exhibits once more.

“They will all stick together?” Jason asked, wondering why only three of them had to set alarms.

“Yea, they do everything together. I’ve caught them messing around in the library or all grabbing coffee at the café a number of times. I don’t know what it is about this group but they really like each other.”

“And you are very fond of them,” He observed, looking straight into those glowing green eyes.

“Yea, they’re complete chaos but they’re good people and they’re really passionate about my subject. It’s hard not to like them.”

“I’m sure with a professor like you it’s not hard to have passion about anything. I’m sure you’d make rocks interesting.”

“Actually,” Percy lit up, “Rocks are really interesting. There’s so many different types and they all have different functions. Also it’s fascinating to understand why some rocks look this way and others developed that way and-“ He cut himself off, blushing profusely, “Sorry you probably don’t care.”

“I think I care more now than I did before,” Jason grinned, willing to do anything to keep that brightness in those sea-green eyes.

Percy’s cheeks turned a deep shade of ruby, “I minored in geology because there was a lot of useful information regarding formation that helped with marine biology.”

“How’d you get into marine biology anyway?”

He shrugged, “I’ve always been fascinated with the ocean. It’s a whole ecosystem living by a completely different set of rules to land-systems. How did you get into neurology?”

“A lot of head injuries as a kid,” He smirked.

Percy burst out laughing, “What?”

“Yea, I fell on my head a lot as a child and I got a concussion a few times. It fascinated me that my brain could be impacted by it. I mean falling on your leg doesn’t generally stop you from walking, A scrape, maybe some blood and tears, and a band-aid is all we think of it. But falling on your head causes much more damage and it could affect your whole body.”

“That is... dedicated,” Percy gasped, still laughing.

“I was a weird child,” His mouth twitched in amusement.

“Any other strange anecdotes that decided your future?”

“Hours’ worth of them,” He grinned, “I can tell you about the time we lived near a wolf sanctuary and my mother thought it’d be a good idea to have me interact with them. I interned there for a little while so i’m pretty good at analysing wolf injuries and anatomy.”

“I-“ Green eyes blinked in surprise.

“Can I entertain you with my peculiar childhood over dinner? Tomorrow night?” He asked, voice scratchy with nerves.

The smile that graced Percy’s face could make flowers grow, “I would love that.”

“You would?” Jason could not believe what he was hearing.

“Very, very much. And I’m glad you had the guts to ask because I’m ninety percent sure my students were going to throw you in a shark tank and make me rescue you just to get us together.”

It was Jason’s turn to dissolve into laughter. He had never been so full of the future but gods it was invigorating.

#jercy fic #baby fanfic #baby fanfic series #jercy drabble #jercy #PJSSG asks #PJSSG fanfic #PJSSSG series #she speaks #Ciara's convos #jercy teacher AU

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draconicocelot · 4 years

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Full Moon : Part 2

Enjoy fellow Little Vampire fans! Sorry it’s longer than the other part but I got it all done and figured why not just post it all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Note: There is an icky injury and some blood so just a heads up! Not too bad though. (also thank you to @classynerdchick for your post about vampires and how Rudolph’s mom was once mortal)

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Tony strode through the woods with confidence. If this was a vampire he was dealing with, he definitely wasn’t afraid. Unless of course it was a hostile vampire that didn’t know who Tony was and didn’t know the Sackville-Bagg family. Then he might have an issue. His left hand held the flashlight while he kept his other hand shoved in his jean pocket. It was very cold that night, and leaving his hoodie behind at night was a mistake he would never make again, so he had to keep himself warm as much as possible.

Upon approaching a clearing in the trees, Tony noticed a bit of movement. He couldn’t quite tell what it was, but he could see two figures in the distance. One figure was extremely large and seemed to be crouching over the other figure. Tony knew almost immediately that the limp figure on the ground had to be the woman he heard earlier, and that her attacker was still standing right above her.

“H-Hello? Is someone there?” He peeped, moving the light beam in between the trees towards the figures. Once the flashlight hit the upright figure, Tony caught a glimpse of something that he had never seen before. He was certain of one thing, this was no vampire. In fact, as soon as he tried turning his flashlight off and ducking behind a nearby tree, he could hear several quick sniffing sounds like a dog that was searching for a squirrel. Low growls and grumbles got progressively louder as the creature got closer to the tree he was hiding behind. The only thing he caught with the flashlight was a patch of thick black fur that seemed to wave in the wind like tall grass and a flash of a bright red pool underneath the victim. In order to confirm his suspicions, he didn’t have to look any further than the full moon shining above him.

“Of course it’s not a black bear...” Tony now had to think quickly. He was never really a fan of werewolves because he thought vampires were so much cooler, but now he wished he would’ve done his research before coming to a monster-infested castle. “Okay… silver bullets, fire, decapitation. Those are my options…” as he shook his head at his own absurdity, he knew that he didn’t have any time to think about a plan to fight back. It was clear by the lack of movement and sound coming from the werewolf’s last victim that his original goal was not going to be accomplished. The next best thing would be getting back to the castle in one piece, which was way easier said than done. He may have been a very brave kid, but this was a fully grown werewolf that was still hungry and was now on his trail. He stood up to Rudolph when they first met, but he was just one little vampire. He told himself that running was all that he could do, but he had to know how close it got to him. As soon as he turned his flashlight back on for one second, a quick shriek pierced the air as the werewolf was right next to him breathing down his neck. He had shined the light directly in the creature’s blood-red eyes.

“N-Nice…werewolf?”

“Bad time for a joke, idiot! Now RUN!” Just as it raised its paw to swing at Tony, he ducked down on the ground then sprinted in the direction he thought he had come from. Without the flashlight he couldn’t tell which way he was running, but he had dropped it as soon as he had seen the beast’s psychotic gaze. The werewolf was directly behind him, and the pounding of its four gigantic paws on the ground made it seem like he wasn’t even moving at all. There was no way he was getting away from this beast, and once again, he knew his stupid decision would get him in a deadly situation, but he did it anyway. The only thing that he knew could save him was back at the castle, but he knew it was worth trying to call him.

“RUDOLPH! HELP ME!” Tony cried as he watched the sky. He was desperate, and he had hoped that the vampire he came to know so well would swoop down and rescue him like he had before, but this time he was nowhere to be found. As he looked to his right, he noticed another clearing that looked like it came straight out of a fantasy movie. The moon light was shining down on the ground like a stage made in nature and it was surrounded by tightly packed trees. That was his best option. As he veered to the right, the beast lost its traction momentarily and slid into a group of bushes. Tony ran for the clearing and managed to leap through two trees that were not wide enough for the werewolf. Nothing was more terrifying than the beast charging after him, but as he tried to stand back up after diving through the trees, he realized that his foot was caught between two tightly packed branches. That’s when he felt one of the worst pains he had felt in a long time as the werewolf’s claws dug into his side. It had reached one paw through the trees and grabbed him before dragging him out from his salvation. It had thrown Tony into the clearing, and as he landed, the wind was knocked out of him. He immediately wheezed as he turned his head to look at the creature. It was standing on all four legs, but it hasn't charged again. It was as if it was waiting for Tony to give up.

“Please… I know there’s a person there somewhere, you can’t do this!” Tony crawled over to the nearest tree and rested his back against its grainy bark. His right arm was wrapped around his stomach as he kept his hand firmly pressed against his side. While he didn’t want to look at what had happened, he could feel the warm blood pouring out of the wound and soaking his hand. It was a feeling he didn’t want to get used to. The beast didn’t wait any longer as it took a step forward, its paws gingerly placed one in front of the other. His teeth were extremely sharp, and much bigger than any other forest predator animal. Tony began to quiver as he covered his eyes with his open arm. He could hear the guttural growls rumbling in his throat as he was looming over him. It was all over.

“TONY!” Before the beast could clamp its jaws over his shoulder, a strong gust of wind rushed past them. The werewolf was knocked back a few feet by a solid shove as its claws had dug skid marks in the dirt beneath him. As Tony partially uncovered his eyes, he saw Rudolph who was standing just a few inches in front of him. His arms were out to his sides slightly with his palms facing forward in a protective stance as he stared the beast directly in the eyes. Now that the light from the full moon illuminated the clearing, Tony could clearly see the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. The werewolf was even bigger than he thought with fur as black as the night sky, eyes as red as rubies, and black claws that were at least a foot long. It’s sharp blood-stained teeth were shining in the light, but so were Rudolph’s. As the creature side stepped, his eyes remaining locked on the vampire in front of him, Rudolph sidestepped along with him. At that point he was turned at an angle that Tony could see that his fangs were bared and his eyes were just as red as the werewolf’s.

“I would suggest running off into the woods before you do something you will regret, doggie...” Rudolph hissed. His voice was tight and deeper than usual as his claw-like nails curled inwards as he made a loose fist with his hands.

Like an angered bull staring at a red curtain, the werewolf growled loudly as he ran towards him. Rudolph flew out of the way with ease and managed to get a quick scratch across its cheek. He shook his muzzle and rubbed his face with his paw before barking in Rudolph’s direction. “Yes, hurts doesn’t it? Not as much as this will…” As he turned his attention to the moon, the creature looked in the same direction. As the clouds began to cover the moon, the werewolf stood up on two legs and backed away from the two of them. “Oh? What’s this? Just a mortal without your powers, huh?” Rudolph licked his teeth as he approached the now-timid creature. Its ears were plastered against his head as he started to quiver.

“P...Please…” The man’s voice was hoarse and barely audible as the thick black fur seemed to melt off of his skin. He shouted in pain as the morphing process ensued, turning him back to a regular human. Rudolph simply stood above him and watched as he writhed in the dirt. Once he had become completely human, he opened his brown eyes and looked up at Rudolph with a pitiful look on his face, the blood of his first victim still covering his teeth and lips. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“Yes, well… you should’ve thought of that yesterday when you were neglecting to put yourself in a silver covered room,” just as Rudolph sunk his teeth into the man’s neck, Tony looked away and covered his ears. It was bad enough that he just heard someone change from a werewolf to a human. Once he finished, Rudolph wiped his mouth with his hand and turned his attention to Tony.

“Tony! Hey, are you alright?! I heard your scream, he didn’t bite you, did he?!” Rudolph’s eyes jumped from one wound on Tony to another as he flew over to him and put his hands on his shoulders. Most of them were just scratches from running past sharp tree branches and bramble or bruises from falling to the ground. However, the werewolf did get some deep slashes on his side, and as soon as Rudolph saw the blood leaking from behind Tony’s hand, his jaw clenched as he bared his fangs with rage. Before he could say anything else, Tony threw his arms around him. He was quivering with fear and shock as he buried his face in Rudolph’s jacket. Tony sobbed softly and sniffled between each heaving breath.

“H-He didn’t… didn’t bite…” Tony’s throat felt like it was swelling shut as he stuttered a reply. Rudolph sighed as he wrapped his arms around Tony tightly with a gentle smile on his face.

“Well good. I don’t want my mortal best friend becoming a big flea magnet,” He was relieved when he heard a small huff of laughter come from Tony. They sat in each other's embrace for another few minutes as Rudolph gently rubbed his back. He waited until Tony had stopped shaking before he pulled away and looked at the four-clawed gash on his side. “I know it hurts, but can you fly?”

“Not without your help. I’m not a vampire...” Tony replied in his usual sarcastic tone with a slight voice crack from his previous crying fit. Rudolph rolled his eyes as he grabbed his left hand and floated up slowly.

“I save you from a killer werewolf and this is the thanks I receive?” Tony snorted as he squeezed Rudolph’s hand.

“Thank you…”

“Of course.”

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As Tony sat on the rim of the bathtub dabbing a wet washcloth against his wound, Rudolph hung upside down from the curtain rod of the shower looking through one of Tony’s vampire books.

“You mortals have us all wrong! We do not ‘glimmer in the sunlight’, we burn to death!” Tony smirked as he shook his head and grabbed the medical disinfectant bottle that was sitting on the counter.

“Well not every human gets to ask vampires what happens when they get in the sun. Most of the time they run away from them screaming,” Tony winced as the disinfection touched his open gash, but he remained as optimistic as possible since it most likely would heal on its own. The last thing he wanted to do was tell his parents that he needed stitches after getting scratched by a werewolf. They definitely wouldn’t let him see Rudolph anymore if that was the case, even though he was the reason that he wasn’t werewolf food. “Actually, I did mean to ask you about something.” Rudolph dropped the book on the floor and let his arms hang loose in the air as he looked at Tony upside down.

“Ask away.”

“I noticed you waited until the werewolf turned human before you sucked his blood. In that comic,” Tony gestured to one of the comics he brought in for him to look through while he was treating his wounds, “there’s a fight between a vampire and a werewolf where he sucks the blood of the werewolf while he was still in his beast form. Why did you wait?” Rudolph smirked as he crossed his arms.

“Well he was already cursed with lycanthropic properties, I couldn’t turn him into a vampire too. The only option was to take advantage of a guilt-free meal.”

“Okay… but that doesn’t really explain why you waited until he was human.”

“I’d like to see you eat steak with the cow’s fur still on it! It’s unpleasant for us too you know! That’s why humans are easy to get blood from. There’s no disgusting fur to get in the way,” Tony seemed intrigued as he wrapped a thick white bandage around his torso.

“I guess I never thought of it that way. Are there other interesting things about vampires that humans have gotten wrong?” Rudolph floated down to the ground and gathered all of the books and comics in a pile.

“I would assume so, but us vampires have gotten a lot wrong about you mortals as well. Well, other than the vampires who used to be mortal, like my mother,” Rudolph floated over to the open spot next to Tony and sat down before looking down at his nails. As soon as Tony finished wrapping the bandages around his side, he glanced over at Rudolph with a confused look.

“Is something wrong?” Rudolph shook his head as his concentration was broken by Tony’s voice.

“You… No nevermind, it is a stupid question.”

“Hey, come one. I asked you one, you can ask me one,” Rudolph had his back turned to Tony as he floated slightly in the air right by the bathroom door.

“You’re not… afraid of me, right? You seemed terrified back there… I assumed it was only from the werewolf, but… I did get pretty intense,” Tony smiled as he stood up and looked down at the bandages.

“I used to be,” as he walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder, Rudolph jolted with surprise but slowly floated back down to be standing on the ground, “but then I learned that you were just as afraid of us as we were of you. Humans and vampires have fought for centuries because we believed you were blood-sucking monsters, but you only suck-blood because you have to. I believe that humans and vampires would make great allies some day, and if that starts with us, then I’d be honored that you’re my vampire ally,” Rudolph’s face turned to that of genuine disbelief as he searched Tony’s expression for any sign of lying. When he could tell that Tony was telling the truth, he smiled so brightly his fangs were showing over his lip and his cheeks blushed a light purple color. Knowing that Rudolph was too awkward to come up with a response to what he said, he simply moved his hand from his shoulder down to his hand as he walked down the hallway leading to the stairs. “Come on, let’s go look at those lights by the cottage.”

“Sure you don’t want to go pick another fight with a werewolf?” Tony’s only response was to use his open arm to punch Rudolph’s shoulder as the devious vampire giggled. “But seriously… never do that again.”

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bethagain · 3 years

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Re-sharing some of my fics under the new Mandalorian genfic tag. Calling all other genfic writers to come share yours, too, under “#noromo mando.” We can love our reader inserts and OC romances and slash fics, but let’s show some love for non-shippy stuff too!

Probably all of my followers who wanted to read this one have done so, but here it is one more time, in case it makes someone else smile: The post-Chapter 16 Christmas Special. It's Life Day at Luke's Jedi school, and Din Djarin's come to spend the holiday with Grogu. Featuring laughter, cookies, family. Plus Luke and Din having a pretend lightsaber battle with cardboard wrapping paper tubes.

Can You Beat My Uncle in a Fight? (read it on AO3)

He still has to work. That makes his schedule unpredictable.

Sometimes the work is for the New Republic. He’s not sure how he feels about that, yet. The rules haven’t changed: find them, bring them in. Alive if possible. Otherwise not. Din looks at the row of carbonite slabs in his new ship’s hold and thinks, Miggs Mayfeld. He kind of had a point.

The new ship isn’t bad. It’s good, actually. It’s got sleeping quarters that were built for sleeping. Amazing to wake up each morning without every muscle aching. Years back, he’d chalked that up to getting older. Accepted it as normal.

He’d accepted a lot of things as normal.

The ship’s on course now for Miriyan, where the jetii’s school sits in a clearing, surrounded by tall trees. He’s a day late, but it can’t be helped. Job ran long. He’d rather have let the quarry live, but sometimes things don’t go the way you want them to.

The school is a nice place. Peaceful, if you don’t count kids sparring with pretend lightsabers in the open courtyard. That part makes it feel homey though, if you’re a Mandalorian. In fact, he’s been meaning to talk to Luke about that. Those kids could be much further along. Maybe he should offer to help.

He finds himself shaking his head, thinking about it. A jetii sorcerer trusting a Mandalorian? And vice versa? Ancient enemies, the Armorer said. But it turned out, when he brought it up, Luke barely knew anything about it either.

“Yeah,” he said, “apparently that was a thing. Do you mind?”

And Din said, “No.” And that was that.

In fact, the main reason he takes these New Republic jobs is because Luke recommends him. The young jetii’s heart seems to be in the right place, even if the work is sometimes iffy. Din can’t exactly explain why he trusts him.

But if he weren’t running on instinct right now, he’d probably grind to a stop altogether.

Miriyan’s sky is golden with sunset as his ship touches down next to an X-wing, a couple of A-wings, and a freighter that looks like it’s seen better days. It’s a hike from the airfield to the school, but he knows the way. The forest rustles around him. Now and then a twig snaps or something scampers. Luke said Miriyan didn’t have any large predators, but Din still keeps a hand near his blaster.

By the time he gets to the courtyard, the day has settled into evening. Light from the main building’s windows stands out, looking welcoming and warm against the blue of late twilight.

Din knows by now that he doesn’t have to knock. He presses the catch on the simple wooden door and steps into the common room. He barely has the chance to take in the cheerful chaos--groups of people gathered in comfortable chairs and seated on the floor, colored lights strung about the rafters and a bright blaze in the large fireplace--before he’s surrounded by children clamoring, “He’s here, he’s here! Grogu he’s here!”

Grogu’s still only halfway across the floor, toddling on his little legs, so one of children runs back to get him. Din can’t follow without running down another child, so he waits for the boy to bring Grogu to him. The boy’s got a bright smile that looks a lot like Luke’s. The smile turns shy when he’s actually facing a tall, beskar-clad Mandalorian.

Din kneels down to his level. He’s careful to say, “Thank you,” before lifting Grogu from the boy’s hold. The little arms immediately reach out for him, settling around his neck as the child snuggles his head into the space between his breastplate and chin.

“I missed you too, kid.”

When he looks up again, the children are still gathered around, watching with rapt attention. “That’s the cutest thing ever,” one of the little girls breathes. Din’s grateful to see Luke on his way over. A jetii rescuing a Mandalorian might not exactly go with the Creed, but he’ll take it.

“All right, all of you. There’s hot chocolate over by the fire. Get going! Scram!” Luke’s voice is kind, underlaid with a sense of laughter. The children giggle as they scatter.

“Job go ok?” Luke asks as Din straightens up, shifting Grogu to the crook of his arm. The child coos happily, looking from Luke to Din with big eyes and a bigger smile.

“Well enough,” Din says. “I’m afraid you won’t need to have a trial.”

“Ah,” Luke says. “You ok about that?”

No one’s ever asked him that before.

Finally Din shrugs one shoulder, and Luke nods. “Come sit with us. You’re a lot more interesting than that hot chocolate, the kids are going to be all over you again any minute. They’re a little more shy with my sister. Maybe we can buy you a bit of a reprieve.”

Din follows him across the large hall, weaving their way through groups of adults and children. Everyone’s got mugs of warm drinks and plates of snacks. Every now and then, as he passes, he hears an adult scolding a child: Shhh, don’t stare!

The lights aren’t just decorating the rafters, they’re strung around the large windows, too. Boughs of some kind of fir tree decorate the walls. Must have been brought in from the forest.

He has a vague idea that this is how people decorate their homes for Life Day. He’s never celebrated it. He’s never been invited to the home of someone who does.

Grogu babbles happily on the way. Din has no idea what he’s saying. “Did you?” he asks when the child pauses for breath. “Yes? Really? That sounds fun.”

Luke leads him to a group of squishy chairs arranged in a corner. “My sister Leia,” he says, and a lovely young woman with intricately braided hair nods hello.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she says. “Luke says Grogu goes on about you non-stop.”

The boy who’d brought the child to him is sitting at Leia’s feet. Din looks over at Luke. “Your son?” he asks.

“My nephew. Ben. He belongs to Leia and Han.”

Han is apparently the man slouched comfortably in the chair across from Leia, a tumbler of what looks like whisky in his hand. “Welcome,” he says. “Can I get you something? For a mystical sorcerer, Luke stocks a pretty good bar.”

“No, thank you.”

Han’s unfazed. “Luke wasn’t sure if you’d--” He waves in the direction of Din’s helmet. “Let me know if you change your mind, yeah?”

“I will.”

Luke’s pulling another chair over. He slides it into place next to Leia, then collapses into the empty chair on her other side, kicking his feet up onto the low table in front of them. Din settles into the chair, Grogu on his lap. The baby reaches for a plate of colorful cookies that Luke’s boots narrowly missed. “Those aren’t yours,” Din starts to say, but Ben immediately lifts the plate so the child can reach.

“Which one do you want?” Ben asks, as Grogu stares at the plate in delight. “You can have two if you want.”

The chair is comfortable. The room is warm. The chatter all around feels friendly. Grogu’s weight against him settles something in his mind, a part of his brain he hadn’t even realized had been on high alert for weeks.

Luke seems to sense that he needs a minute. He’s chatting quietly with Leia and Han, something about Outer Rim settlements, until Ben finally throws up his hands and announces, “You’re all so boring!”

“Ben,” Leia starts to scold, although Din notices she’s hiding a smile.

Han just grins outright at his son. “I guess we are. Too much talking. You have a better idea?”

Ben looks like he wants to say something, but he’s suddenly shy again. He sidles over to his father and whispers.

“You better ask him,” Han says. “Go on, I’m pretty sure he’s not going to bite.”

Ben whispers again. Din, curious, taps the mic control on his helmet to turn up the sound. He catches the end of Ben’s question. “....beat Uncle Luke in a fight?”

It’s not polite to listen in like that, so Din waits until Ben, still standing close to his Dad, repeats the question.

“I read about Mandalorians. You’re the best warriors in the galaxy. Could you beat my Uncle Luke in a fight?”

Luke bursts out laughing. “I don’t know,” he says to Din. “Could you?”

Ben’s waiting for an answer. Grogu’s bouncing on Din’s lap now, waving his hands and babbling again. It sounds pretty insistent.

Luke answers Grogu seriously. “We could find out. I don’t know if your dad wants to, though.”

Something in Din’s brain short-circuits for a second at the phrase “your dad.” While he’s recovering, Luke and Ben are discussing options.

“I don’t think a lightsaber fight would be a good idea, Ben. Do you?”

Ben looks around the busy room, at children chasing each other, at families laughing. “No. Someone might get hurt.”

“That reminds me,” Luke says. “You still have that Darksaber?”

“It’s back on the ship. More trouble than it’s worth to carry.”

“Have you learned how to use it?” Bo Katan asked that once, and the scorn in her voice was nearly as sharp as the laser blade. Luke sounds genuinely curious.

“I’ve trained with swords,” Din says. “I can’t really practice with it on board. The ship’s not made of beskar.”

“Good point,” Luke says. “I destroyed more than a few pieces of furniture when I was learning.”

Ben’s not letting this go. “He knows how to use a sword,” he says to Luke. “I bet you’re really good at it,” he adds to Din.

Din finds himself smiling behind his helmet. “I’m not too bad.”

Just then, tumult and shouts from across the room have Luke getting to his feet. Din slides his left arm protectively across Grogu’s middle as his other hand hovers by his blaster. But it’s just a bunch of kids play-fighting, and most of the noise turns out to be laughter.

Somewhere the kids have found a bunch of cardboard tubes, and they’re cheerfully batting each other with them in a boisterous approximation of a lightsaber battle. It’s nothing like the carefully orchestrated sparring Din has seen on other visits here. This is a free-for-all. Kids are getting bonked on the head and whacked on the back, and they’re all laughing like mad the whole time.

Luke’s family have abandoned their comfy chairs and come along to watch.

Din’s with them, mystified by the whole thing until Leia explains. “They’re from the paper we use to decorate gifts. If you’d been here last night, you’d have gotten to see. We made a party out of getting everyone’s presents wrapped.”

Her tone is kind. Luke must have told her he’s not familiar with this whole Life Day thing. But Din’s having another moment: Gifts. He didn’t even think of gifts.

“Don’t worry,” Leia says, apparently realizing. “We made sure there’s something for Grogu. The children wanted to wait until you got here to open presents, so we’re doing that later tonight. You’ll get to see.”

Why are these people being so nice to him? It must all be for Grogu. He’s grateful. “Thank you.”

While they’re talking, Ben grabs up a spare cardboard tube and dashes into the fray. He immediately gets bopped in the shoulder and spins around to hit the other kid on her backside. Leia smiles, Han starts cheering Ben on, and Luke--Luke’s got a maniacal sparkle in his eyes.

Din watches, impressed, as Luke shifts into Jedi Master mode. His face goes solemn, his back is straighter, every movement suddenly more measured. He strides into the fray, the children’s own movements slowing as they watch him. They don’t seem afraid. It seems more like respect.

Luke gently takes a cardboard tube from one of the older boys, who hands it over and steps back. The Jedi Master moves into a fighting stance, cardboard tube balanced in his hands and looking for all the world like a lightsaber--if it weren’t so completely absurd.

“All right, Mandalorian,” he says, and his tone’s filled with laughter and that solemn expression’s turned back to a grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

There’s no saying no. The kids are all cheering now. Even the parents are getting in on it. “Two credits on the Jedi Master,” one of the men calls out, and someone replies with, “My bet’s on the Mandalorian,” and Leia’s got her head in her hands but she’s laughing through her fingers.

“Looks like you don’t get a choice,” Han says, offering to take the child. “Go on, wipe the floor with him.”

Ben holds out another cardboard tube. Din, half amused and half horrified by this whole thing, reaches out and takes it.

It’s close. Din’s not sure if Luke’s holding back, but he sure isn’t. It’s only sparring, of course. He knows how to do that without hurting his opponent. Not that getting bopped with cardboard would do much harm anyway, but the goal is not to get hit. He’s breathing hard but he can still hear everyone cheering as he forces Luke back toward a corner, then has to duck and roll, narrowly avoiding the Jedi’s sudden counterattack.

He should probably be embarrassed. This is about the furthest thing from dignified that he can imagine. Mandalorians train with real weapons, not these… they’re not even toys. They’re pretend things.

This really should not be so much fun.

The battle ends when Luke finally manages to land a blow. Din’s on his back on the floor, Luke leaning over him. He’s already got one boot against the jetii’s stomach, ready to throw him back across the room, when that cardboard tube sneaks in low and connects with a pauldron. In a real fight a hit against his armor would barely have registered. But this isn’t a real fight.

Din concedes with grace, accepting Luke’s hand to pull him to his feet.

All around them, credits are changing hands as the kids run up to surround them both. Din expects them to congratulate Luke, but mostly they want to talk to him.

“How’d you do it?”

“You almost beat him!”

“Can you teach us?”

“Master Luke, can he teach us?”

Luke’s brushing dust from his shirt and trousers, still grinning. “I don’t know, maybe. Let’s let him catch his breath, ok? We can ask him later.”

By the time they get to opening presents, Din’s exhausted. Watching the kids open their gifts is nice, but he’s content to sit back away from it all, Grogu snuggled on his lap again as the two of them let the party go on around them. Ben brings Grogu’s gift over. The child tears happily at the colorful paper, adding it to the cheerful litter of wrapping that’s now covering the floor. Inside the box is a plush toy in the shape of a bantha. Even the curled horns are made to be soft.

“He told us about your adventure on Tatooine,” Ben explains, as Grogu examines the toy with delight. The child cuddles it to his chest for a moment, then holds it out to Din.

“You want me to tell him?” Ben asks the child. Din realizes, startled, that Luke’s nephew must be jetii, too. Of course he is, though, why wouldn’t he be. Maybe Han and Leia are, too.

“He says it needs a hug from you.”

Din accepts the little plush and speaks to Grogu as though he’ll understand. “How about if you both get a hug?”

Grogu chirps happily.

Ben translates, “He says yes.”

Din gathers the child and the toy up together, gently wrapping his arms around them. Ben nods, and then there’s that smile that looks so much like Luke’s.

“I’m glad your dad’s here, Grogu.” He pats the child’s head, flashes Din one more grin, and leaves them to have some time together. As a family? Din thinks, looking over Grogu’s head at parents and children looking at gifts, sharing cookies, and laughing together.

As a family.

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bedbellyandbeyond · 4 years

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Dax waited patiently on a bench in the hall outside the courtroom. It absolutely astounded him every day how many facilities fit into the APID headquarters. It wasn’t a big courtroom like one would see in the movies with all the space for spectators and such, but it got the job done. Nathan had texted him to let him know that Wano’s appeal hearing was wrapping up, so Dax decided to try out the new twin carrier that Nathan’s case worker had gifted them and meet his boyfriend outside. The twins seemed to favour their human sides when they were alone with Dax which was a huge relief, and they seemed quite content looking around from chest height and letting their little grabby hands yank on his shirt. The doors pushed open and Dax stood up, shifting the carrier to make sure the kids were straight and getting excited to hear the news.

Wano came out first, his arms crossed and huffing angrily. “Oh no.” Dax feared the worst, but then Nathan came out, dropping his hands on Wano’s shoulders and shaking him. “He got an extension!” Nathan said, happily. “Oh! That’s good!” Dax said, smiling. “What’s the mood?” “Well, you know, the questions were pretty pointed, and he really wanted the deportation dismissed entirely,” Nathan explained. “But he did a really good job holding his temper and I think this is a win.” “It is not a win. I could still be shot off into space later,” Wano growled. “I just want to stay. I can’t go back. Not now.” “And you’re not,” Nathan said, rubbing his arm. “You got more time. And now that I know more about this, I can help you more.” “Yeah, you have the best teacher, Wano,” Dax said. “And we’re both really glad that you got this extension.” Wano let his face soften though he still looked troubled. “I don’t understand it. You people are so nice and generous, but those people in there… They’re much more like Eclulans. They’re out for my blood with their words.” “No, they’re not,” Nathan said. “They’re just doing their job. You’d do the same. It’s a process. They want to make sure your intentions are pure. That you’re safe for our society. This extension is proof that you appealed to their better nature. Let’s celebrate it, not fret it.” Wano nodded slowly, unclenching his jaw. “Okay…” “We should share lunch, I think,” Dax said. “It’s the right time for it. I know I’m hungry.” “Yes, I heard lunch for our tier is shish kebabs,” Nathan said, patting Wano’s back. “You’ll love them.” Together they headed to the cafeteria. It was the first time the twins had been there, and the noises and smells got them excited. Dax let Nathan take them while he lined up to get their food. Wano also lined up since he didn’t like having his food brought to him. He took the time to assess his friend’s companion. Nathan said food was a great way to get to know someone. “So… What is the most popular hunting animal in this province?” Wano asked. Dax blinked quickly, taken off guard. “Oh. Um, I don’t know. Maybe deer?” “Hm. Well which is your favourite?” Dax shook his head quickly. “I definitely don’t hunt. I’m vegetarian.” Wano wrinkled his nose. “Vegetarian? That’s what?” “I don’t eat animals,” Dax explained. Wano glared at him. “So, what do you eat then? Only plants?” “Mostly, yeah,” Dax nodded. “It’s a personal preference. I don’t expect everyone to do the same. For example, I don’t mind getting Nathan’s meals for him. I know he needs it, with the whole wolf thing.” “So you’re like prey,” Wano said, nodding slowly. “Now I understand.” “…Do you? What do you understand?” Dax asked, trying not to get offended. “Nathan is the manwolf. Strong predator. You’re like…a cow. Friendly and fun, but if there’s no other food, he will eat you.” Dax pulled a face but didn’t say anything. He wanted to like Wano because Nathan liked him. He knew there were cultural differences between them. The urge to defend himself was strong, but he really didn’t want to say anything he’d regret. Once they had their food, they headed back to the table Nathan had picked. Both were surprised to find their seats being occupied suddenly. “Hello, boys! How good you are, bringing Nathan some lunch,” Fay said, smiling at the pair. He motioned to his assistant. “I know we’ve met, but I don’t know that you’ve met Dusty here.” Dusty smiled and nodded to them both. “Hi there.” “Hello Dusty, I’m Dax,” the man introduced himself. “You’re in our seats,” Wano stated plainly without introduction. “Oh no,” Fay said. He smirked. “There is space beside us. Or you could come sit in our laps then if you want.” Dusty smiled, bouncing his eyebrows. Dax chuckled and sat down beside Nathan. “I’ll pass. But thank you for the offer.” Wano frowned, sliding into the seat. “Clearly there is nothing sacred about meal table partnership...” “Wait, Fay, don't you have your own twins at home to take care of?” Dax asked. “Nathan said you were on leave.” “I actually sat in on Wano's hearing,” Fay explained. “These types of hearings are best with a translator on hand should the defendant need one for any reason. Wano did not end up needing to make use of me however.” “My English is good now,” Wano said. “I don’t need help like translator...” “Your English has definitely improved,” Nathan confirmed. “But it's always good to have someone around who understands you.” “And I had you,” Wano stated, picking up his kebab and biting two pieces of chicken off of it. “Fishman was not needed.” “Anyway, we're here... And I've felt bad for Dusty having to run around doing other people's work instead of running around doing mine,” Fay chuckled. “So it's good to sit down and have lunch together.” Wano looked at Dusty who was being pretty quiet, just eating his lunch. “And are you something?” “Something?” Dusty asked, caught off guard. “Everyone is something here,” Wano said pointing from Fay to Nathan to Dax to himself. “Fish, wolf, prey, and Eclulan.” “I swear to god...” Dax muttered under his breath. “Wano, I'll have to stop you there,” Nathan said. “It's rude to ask people outright if there's anything non-human about them.” “Why?” Wano asked. “We are all here in APID. You're something if you're here. And it's not like I can hide. I am purple. It is not equal that you should hide.” “There's actually a lot of humans working here,” Nathan said. “You are thinking,” Wano said. “You don't know because everyone hides like cowards. Like the prey here.” He pointed to Dax. “I am not prey,” Dax growled. “Please stop calling me that.” “If you are not prey, you should not eat as prey do,” Wano said. “Your diet has no dominance.” “Dax is a vegetarian for his own reasons,” Nathan defended. “I was even making the transition before I got bit. Unfortunately, there isn't a vegetarian diet that can support my wolf side... There's nothing wrong with being vegetarian or vegan, as long as you do it healthily. I understand Eclulan people are hunter/warriors, so your culture is built around that, but on Earth, the majority of us don't need to hunt for our food and we have more choice in what we eat. Those choices don't change our status in society.” “Thank you, Nathan,” Dax appreciated. “Calling names does not a better man make...” Wano groaned. “Okay, not prey but still something. I have not seen a human with eyes like the grey haired one.” Dusty blinked, realising they were back to him. “Oh, um... I'm not anything worth talking about. You're right, I'm not human, but I don't really want to get into it.” “And you don't have to,” Nathan agreed. “Not to mention, Wano, I'd rather you don't tell everyone I'm a wolf. I'm still human.” “That's where you're confusing me,” Wano said. “How can you be wolf and human? Your parents are wolf and human?” “No. It's a condition,” Nathan said. “Like when someone is sick or pregnant... That's a condition. It's not contagious but it doesn't go away. That's all...” “What has biting to do with this?” Wano asked. “I was bit by another wolf,” Nathan said. “It's how I got it...” “You can bite and give it? Is that not what contagious means?” Wano asked. “Can I have it?” “No,” Nathan said firmly. “I can't give it to you and you don't want it.” “What if I do want it?” Wano asked. “I would want the strength of a top predator. That is greatness.” Nathan rubbed his eyes. “Wano... I'm not getting into this with you. You don't want it. I can't give it to you. That's all.” “I have a god inside me...” Dax was muttering to himself. “I'm not prey...” “Dax, chill out,” Nathan said. “Everyone's a little too worked up. We had a successful day. We're eating. We're making friends, not enemies.” Dusty was nodding, looking at Wano. “You're warriors on your planet?” “Yes. The Trei clan. The Frolle clan are our enemies,” Wano said. “Were,” Nathan said. “There are Frolle people here at APID. They're not your enemies.” “They are.” “They're not.” “They are.” “Have you ever thought,” Dax started. “That this might be why you're being deported?” Wano scrunched up his face. “What?” “Dax, don't,” Nathan said, a little alarmed. “Come on, I can’t be the only one thinking it,” Dax said. “I get that it's a different culture. I get that. But we're here on Earth and he wants to stay here. On Earth though, we don't need more people who just want to start fights and hunt animals. We need people who are willing to be neighbours, be friendly, be constructive, help their fellow, preserve our flora and fauna. If you're just here to criticise everything and pick fights, then this isn't the right place to be.” Everyone was silent. Dax let out a deep breath. “I'm sorry, I just wanted to get it off my chest...” “Dax,” Nathan said. “Um...” “Yes?” “You're sparking,” Nathan said. “I'm...?” Dax held up his hands and saw the electricity arcing over his skin. “Tabernac... Um, I'm sorry, I...” He stood up. “I have to go.” “Wait, Dax—” “Nathan, I'll see you in our room. I need to control this.” “Okay...” Dax left quickly, leaving the rest of them quiet. Nathan started to grab his diaper bag and things. “I should probably go too.” “Now, hold on,” Fay said, taking Nathan’s arm. “Let the man calm down on his own. He needs a minute. And you haven't finished your lunch. You need it. You're nursing.” Nathan nodded. “No, you're right... I'm sorry... I didn't realise, this would go that far.” “I understand. It's okay. Dax's feelings are completely valid,” Fay said. “What I don't think he's seeing is that Wano is trying, right? It's conversations like this where we get to understand each other.” Wano just nodded, clenching his jaw. “We came here today to help you get another chance to stay,” Fay said. “He's trying because he wants to learn how to participate in our society. And yes, he's not all the way there yet. But you want to be here, right Wano?” Wano nodded again. “Eclul... I cannot return. I am not welcome. But I see I am probably not welcome on Earth either...” “That's not true,” Nathan stated. “Wano, if we didn't want you to be here, we wouldn't be trying to help you.” “You are two people,” Wano said. “There are billions of people here. They won't like me. I don't know how to be like them. I thought if I do the language and I learn the histories and I stop punching people, I am good. But there's more that I just do not understand how to do. You keep saying this or that is rude. No one has even told me what ‘rude' means. I am thinking I cannot stay. I need another planet to find. Maybe one with no people... Just me.” “Oh... I'm sorry you feel that way...” Nathan said. “But, I believe in you... You can do this. It just takes hard work. Being a warrior takes energy and determination. So does this, it's just a different channel.” Wano pursed his lips. “You really think I can do it?” “Of course. I wouldn't be here helping you if I didn't think you could do it,” Nathan said. Wano clenched his jaw. “...I'm sorry...” “Hm?” Nathan blinked. “You're sorry?” Wano nodded. “I'm difficult to teach. I know this. And my words hurt your mating partner.” “You can just call him Dax, please...” Nathan said. “But I accept your apology. I can't say I've ever heard you apologise before.” “Apologies are not a sign of strength... It is admitting a flaw. I did not want to think I am flawed... But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Wano admitted. Nathan leaned over to rub his back. “It's okay. We're all flawed. That's just natural. No one's perfect.” Wano suddenly stood up. “I have to go.” “Go where?” Nathan asked. “You're not even done your food.” “I am not hungry...” Wano avoided eye contact as he stepped away from the table and headed out of the cafeteria. Nathan watched him go but with the twins strapped to him, he was in no shape to chase after anyone. “...What is going on? This was supposed to be a successful day.” “Poor man... Feels like he's gone off to cry,” Dusty observed. “But we won today, didn't we?” Nathan asked, looking at Fay. “You were there.” “Yes, and I still think it was a success, but based primarily on his body language, Wano's keeping a lot of emotions bottled up,” Fay stated. “He is. There's a lot going on in there,” Dusty said. “He cares a lot about you too. And he doesn't know how to control that.” “Ha... So you’re telling me his proposal was real then?” Nathan asked, chuckling uncomfortably. “Proposal? Of what, marriage?” Fay asked. “Yeah. Last night. I mean, I figured he was using it as a way to stay longer,” Nathan said. “I didn't think his feelings were serious.” “Nathan, I swear humans are so oblivious...” Fay rubbed his forehead. “It's no wonder Wano is so uptight. He literally just got rejected by you and then he had to sit here and try to play nice with your boyfriend, which he clearly was not good at doing because he kept trying to justify why Dax was a weaker man. For an Eclulan, a species with the emotional control of a five-year-old, he has shown incredible restraint today.” “So, then... This is my fault?” Nathan asked. “Well, no...” Fay tilted his head. “Well, I don't know... I think it was nice of you to help Wano with his hearing, but when someone gets rejected, they usually need less time with the other person, not more. It really doesn't help having Dax involved in it either.” “He was genuinely ready to physically fight Dax for your affection,” Dusty added. “What if he does, though? What if he went to go do that?” Nathan asked. “I can’t let them fight!” “Nathan, relax,” Fay said. “They’re not going to fight.” Dusty shook his head. “No, those were definitely crying vibes.” “Should I do something?” Nathan asked, starting to sweat. “You should eat your food,” Fay insisted. “The boys will sort themselves out. Don't feel responsible for them.” “You just told me that my rejection is why this is happening.” “Sure, but how someone takes rejection is entirely upon themselves,” Fay said. “Now, if I wasn't a married man, I'd happily get Wano's mind off you, but those days are behind me.” “I'm not married,” Dusty stated. They both looked at him. “What are you saying?” Nathan queried. “What are either of you saying?” “Fay meant he'd seduce him, right?” Dusty continued. “I could do that. I'm free of my bindings and he's pretty cute.” “Well, now that's a thought,” Fay said chuckling. “What? No, I don't need you to seduce Wano. I mean, if you like him, you do you, but like…” Nathan groaned and rubbed his temples. “This is not what I expected…” “Expected of what?” Fay asked. Nathan sighed. “Dr. Gardi said I give off a lot of pheromones in my condition…so I should expect a lot of admirers.” “Oohhh… Well then, you’re with the right people,” Fay said smiling. “We know exactly what that’s like.” Dusty nodded smiling. “Really?” Nathan asked. “How?” “Nathan, I’m a siren. Dusty’s a succubus. We also attract a lot of attention.” “It’s true,” Dusty conquered. “Since I started working here, I have been getting so many gifts and letters and co-workers in my DMs… Or at least parts that I believe are attached to co-workers… Frankly, I’m really not used to being this available.” “If you thought I kept a lot of juice boxes in my office because I have seven babies at home, you’d be wrong,” Fay stated. “Sugared water counteracts the allure of a siren.” Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. “Geez… So I guess you guys get it… But, how do you know if someone actually loves you for you?” “Aw, I don’t know about Dusty, but for me…” Fay mused, touching his lip. “I knew Dari was actually in love with me because he wasn’t.” “What?” “When we first met, me and Dari, he was nothing like he is now. He was completely traumatised and socially isolated,” Fay said. “My main job was to counsel extraterrestrials, not people, but they assigned me to him because they figured my attraction would help him open up. And it did, but unlike others, it only got him that far. He wasn’t immediately attracted to me like everyone else, he just became a lot calmer. He was basically the one person who I actually had to try to impress. In fact, he was rather hostile at first. It made me feel like a novice, but I made it a goal for myself to make him fall in love with me. What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with him too.” “That sounds...complicated,” Nathan said. “...But it sounds like you just saw him as a challenge.” “Perhaps... I'll admit my intentions may not have been pure, but in the end, I love him and our children very much.” “Okay...” “For me, I can just turn it off,” Dusty said. “If I want to know if someone loves me, I just have turn off the charm and see what happens... Although, if I'm bound to someone, they're immune to my allure. So you don't want to be bound to someone who doesn't actually love you... It's a nightmare.” “I don’t think I'll have that problem...” Nathan admitted. “Well, now. You might not end up in a demon's contract but, there's still the human equivalent,” Dusty said. “What's that?” Nathan asked. “Marriage of course,” Dusty said. “Socially binding yourself to someone for eternity doesn't sound any less suffocating than a demon binding... No offence, Fay.” “Oh none taken. I wouldn't encourage anyone to take up such a contract if they weren't completely invested in their relationship.” Nathan sighed. “You guys can turn it off, but I can’t…” “Hm? Oh, you mean the pheromones?” Fay asked. “It’s alright, Nathan. You’ll learn something I’m sure. You’re young and unmarried though. I’d be having fun with it.” “I’m a father of two,” Nathan said. “I barely have time for Dax, let alone any other poor guy who wants…werewolf tail…” Grace started to act up and little wolf ears sprouted from her head as she pawed at Nathan’s chest and whined. “Ah, speaking of father of two…” “They’re hungry, aren’t they?” Fay observed. “Yeah… I’d rather feed them back in my room,” Nathan said. “I still haven’t even had a chance to finish my lunch though…” “I’ll see if the kitchen has a box you can use for takeaway,” Fay suggested, getting up. “Be right back.” Nathan nodded. “Thanks, Fay.” Dusty rested his chin on his hand and peered softly at the twins. “They’re so adorable at that age, aren’t they?” “Yeah…” Nathan said, trying to calm Grace down by stroking her head. “Though, I can’t wait for when they’ll be able to walk on their own. Carrying twins everywhere is killing my back.” “Oh, you might regret it,” Dusty said lightly. “When my little guy started walking, he was more of a tripper than a walker. The bumps and scrapes made my heartache.” “You have a son?” “Yeah. Grey. He’ll be four next month,” Dusty said. “He’s my everything.” “Aw, that’s so sweet,” Nathan said. “I’m surprised Fay hasn’t gotten you to come join our group.” “Oh, he’s mentioned it. I just don’t think I can spare the time,” Dusty said. “I like to spend Friday nights with Grey when I have him.” “You can bring him!” Nathan said. “There’ve been little ones there before. When I’m more able, I’ll likely bring the twins.” “I’ll think about it. But don’t let me keep you.” “Right. Feeding.” Nathan got up. “I’ll see you around, I’m sure.” “Yes,” Dusty nodded. “But also, to be safe... That Wano. He’s up for grabs, right? I wouldn’t be stepping on any territory?” “Oh, I mean, if you like him, go for it,” Nathan said. “But he does require a lot of patience.” Dusty nodded. “Oh, I got that. I was patient with my ex for many years.” “Alright. See ya.” “Bye, bye, now.”

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S L A Y E R S, a novel by margarita p. g.

CHAPTER 00 - OLIVER

For being under Marco’s wing for a few weeks now, Oliver still hasn’t managed to master “the art of repair” even a little bit. He’s realized, instead, that he really isn’t good at this, that his nimble hands that once, in his younger years, served him for pickpocketing, for dumbkres with his mates, don’t work for handing tiny bot parts. It sucks, really… Marco thought Oliver would be of some use. And Oliver did, too. A part of him, a small part, maybe hoped that this stay would be permanent.

But, like all things in his life, it soon proved to be nothing but momentary. He realized this on a burning hot summer morning, when the sun was high and the sulfur in the air even higher. He was only getting used to the life in Bajo then, trying to find a place amongst the renegades and runaways, and the many generations and cultural legacies found within the ancient walls of his new tiny town. The locals knew him as escurridizo, a nod to his late night appearances literally anywhere in town… he had the ability to slip out of where he was and be somewhere else in what looked like seconds. Lightning speed. Faster than a teleporter. Some people even thought he was one. He very much was not. That much he knew.

Oliver woke up late that June morning, to the high-pitched whirring of centuries-old engines. He had hoped to get some rest after his rendezvous with Rory last night. But, as the heroes in video games would say, duty called. So, he got himself out of bed, put his sandals on, helped himself to burnt toast and already cold coffee, and headed to the taller.

There lay Marco, working on his new project: the restoration of a humanoid bot found by some archeologists a couple of miles from here. It was clearly a very, very old model, and Marco had been promised a very large sum of money if he restored it back to working condition. Maybe the archeologists were planning to take it to a museum or a college or something like that, Oliver thought.

It was very large, probably over three meters tall, and had a masculine shape. To Oliver, it looked like the military droids he saw on films.

The military humanoid death machine thing lay with its stomach part open on the table, and by the smell of coltan in the air, Oliver knew Marco was dealing with the motherboard. It was definitely from the 22nd century, maybe early, when they still put moderboards on the torso and not the head. Marco had his microglasses on, and was very intently working on opening something really really small. There was soft jazz music playing somewhere, which, mixed with the birds chirping and the sound of schoolboys close, painted a picture in Oliver’s head that resembled a time when everyone was still together and life was easy. He let the memory wrap him under.

An order from Marco pulls him back to reality. “Hey, nene,” he says, not even a hello beforehand, “can you check this wiring for me please?”

Without a word, Oliver walked over to the table, where the chemical smell is almost uncomfortable, and looked at the tangle of loose wires on the open motherboard. They were color coded, thank god. To Oliver, non-colored coded wires were the reason God left the Earth. Marcus and him always took hours to set them right. Almost instantly, he got a vague idea of how the circuits should go. They were like magnets, and he could feel where one ended and the other began, the many channels of energy running through the bot’s body, like blood rushing down veins. He had an instinct for this sort of things, a sixth sense, and it was hardly ever wrong. Oliver knew this wasn’t exactly normal, he knew it since he was a kid and could feel the many forces coming onto him way more than other people could, but he was not a might. Or at least, not a bolter (he’d already tried; sparks never came out of his palms). Whatever he was, he never gave it much thought. It would not do him good, especially not in this country.

Trusting his weird instinct, Oliver got to work, ordering Marco what went where, offering clear directions and vague explanations. Marco didn’t mind. To him, this boy was some sort of wizard, and not the “evil” kind. He did the work because he knew how to. If Oliver did it himself, he might as well cause a short circuit so strong it left the whole town with no power for a few hours. Oliver never understood why things like this seemed to happen, he guessed the wires just hated him.

Thus, they fell into a steady rhythm of work, sorting circuits out, monotone actions, with problems coming up as they went along, which they solved together. Oliver and Marco were a good team in that sense, Marco’s vast knowledge mixing with Oliver’s knack for improvisation to come up with increasingly creative solutions. These came naturally to Oliver. No one had ever given him a book on how to life, so everything he’d learned, he learned it by doing. By figuring things out, just like they were at that moment. Maybe he could be of use there, he thought. The idea of having a place to stay, even if he didn’t realize it then, gave him comfort.

Time passed quickly when you were at work, and soon it was time for lunch. Marco called a break, and Oliver lifted his head from the wiring of the bot’s eyes that he was attempting to figure out.

“Hungry?” Marco asked. Oliver nodded. He was, indeed, starving, and had been for a while, but with the task in front of him, it had been a second thought in his mind.

“Alright, then, uhhhh” Marco thought out loud. “Mara won’t be home until tonight, and there’s nothing from last night”.

Bummer, Oliver thought. Would they have something to it until Mara came back? There were days like this, when Aymara, Marco’s wife, was out working twelve hours at the rest stop outside of town. They had to do with whatever leftover there was from breakfast.

“So, we’re eating crackers, then?” Oliver asked, defeated.

Marco’s eye brightened up, his torso straightening up a little. “Actually, I think there’s some money in my bedroom. Go get yourself a mixto or whatnot, kid.”

Oliver practically springed to his feet and rushed to Marco’s bedroom. Indeed, there was money in his dresser, enough to buy two mixtos and maybe a sugary. With that, Oliver rushed out of the house and into the secluded Clovel Street.

The sun burned his skin, and he definitely should not have been out in this weather, but he was hungry and Lala’s tiny shop in the corner was open. There were a few neighbors having tartitas, who said hi to him. He went up to Arpy, the AI assistant, and ordered two mixtos, one for Marco and one for him. They would be ready in ten.

Oliver sat on the counter, watching Arpy put the mixtos in the toaster, and looked out the door, where there was a small stray dog trying to catch a fly. That was when he saw him.

His stare froze Oliver’s blood, made him paralyze all over. There was something about it…. something stomach-turning, revolting, repulsive, wrong. Like the man had crossed all of Oliver’s boundaries. It felt like a violation, but Oliver didn’t know of what. Or even how.

He wanted to run away. As far as his legs allowed him. That’s what his mind told him to do, that the man was a predator just like the MIMIC or the police. But his body told him otherwise. His body told him to stay; he felt a pull to the man like those of his wires, he did not care what fate met him there, what the man might bring him, he just had to go. It was impertinent, urgent. Now.

Yet, he stayed seated, watching his mixtos slowly get browner and cheesier, focusing on repelling that driving instinct within him, that… whatever he was doing to him. Sweat rolled down his brow and the people of the shop were completely unfazed or perhaps even unaware of whatever was going on between him and the man down the street, what strange energetic transaction was taking place Because it felt like that. It felt like electrons pushing down orbitals and moving, shifting, mixing, reacting, exploding. He felt like that: like a nuclear bomb that would go off if the man didn’t do anything about it first. He tried breathing. He tried focusing on anything else, on the smell of the food or the sound of cheese burning or the conversations taking place behind him. Nothing worked.

When his mixtos were ready, he grabbed them and rushed outside, without even saying goodbye. Without thinking, he crossed the street, to the man. It felt eternal. And the man’s eyes…. they followed him. Wide and large and dark, open, focused… they felt, to Oliver, that they were feeding on his energy.

Oliver let out a shaky breath when he got to him. He was at least a head taller than Oliver, could crash him in a split second, and very, very dark. His demeanor was unexpectedly calm. His eyes loosened for a bit, and Oliver was terrified for a half second. Then, his large hand wrapped over Oliver’s frail arm, and he hitched a breath in fear. He could not form words. The energy-sucking man started walking him down the street in double time. How is no one seeing this? Oliver thought.

He wanted to ask so many things, who are you, where are you taking me, leave me alone, I have to get back home, but he couldn’t. If he did, what would this guy do to him? He was scary, villain-level scary. So, Oliver just went along. He got thrown into the back of a white transport. There was a brunette woman on the shotgun seat. Her eyes looked even more threatening than the man’s.

They were kidnapping him. God, they were going to throw im on the sea or on a deep pit and let him die there. Immediately, Oliver started thinking up escape plans. He could still run. The didn’t bind his hands with anything. Dumbasses.

The man got in the car. The woman was clutching her head, as if she had a migraine. They were discussing something, Oliver realized. But they were not talking. They were doing it through looks. Can she communicate with him in some sort of eye language? Or is it telepathy?

After a while, they both settled down and looked at him. Oliver was going to run. But he also couldn’t. Something kept him from running and this time it wasn’t any of their looks.

“Sorry about that” the man said, “it’s pretty terrifying, i know, trust me”

What the hell? Oliver thought. He was apologizing to him?

“I’m Drake, by the way” he said, with a smirk and friendly eyes. Oliver wanted to vomit.

“And I’m Alyx” the woman said. Her eyes were warm and heavy-lidded, and Oliver had a feeling he should stay as far from her as she could.

There was a beat of silence. “Who… Who are you and what… why…?” Oliver tried to speak, tried to form questions, but he didn’t know where to start.

“Um, in short, kid,” Drake said, shifting in his seat. He opened his mouth, closed it again. “Okay, so: We are from the Cali Might Army. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Drake Emerson and she’s Officer Alyx Warren. That’s the important thing”.

Oliver gaped in awe at them. They were the Might Army. He had never met them, no one has, but he has certainly heard of them; in late night horror stories and headlines detailing tragedies. People spoke of them as violent, relentless insurgents who would abuse of their monstrous abilities to overtake the country. They almost seemed too powerful to be real. They couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Is it a prank?

Alyx looked at Drake. “He’s very confused, he’s saying… it’s a prank or something, um…”

Oliver panicked. Immediately he tried to open the door, tried to break the window, anything to get away from this… woman. She was reading his thoughts! Has she always been doing that? He didn’t even feel it, she just walked into his mind without even asking for permission.

Drake reacted immediately, moving to pin him down, stop him. Oliver was on fire, his legs kicking to get away, powerless against Drake’s weight, screaming and panting and crying, he only now realized he was crying.

“Oliver!” Alyx yelled. “Oliver. Please. Please calm down, I don’t want to calm you down, please don’t make me calm you down.” She was as panicked as he was. Oliver just failed to form curses at her and kept kicking. He was not going to calm down. He was going to get away, these people couldn’t mean well. He had to get back to Marco, to the work, have lunch.

But he would never get there.

With Drake Emerson pinning him down and Alyx Warren in his mind, plus the thousand questions that grew by the second, he would never get there. Ever.

After a while, Oliver sat in the car seat, unmoving and breathing heavily, powerless. Alyx and Drake were in their seats, panting. Alyx let out a curse.

“Listen,” Drake said, softly, calm, “we won’t hurt you. Really.”

You already have, Oliver thought. “Then… why are you doing this? Why are you taking me?” he asked over shaky breaths.

“Because,” Alyx started, voice trembling, “You have a very strange ability that no one has ever had before, and you might really, really, be of help for us.”

Oliver wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.

Alyx continued. “So, you’re coming with us, because, if you don’t, then someone else will take you, and you won’t be safe and neither will the world.”

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