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atinycafe · 10 months

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hello can i request "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" and the one underneath it for poly!ateez? thank you, i love the way you write <3

pairing: poly!ceo!ateez x hybrid!reader (focus on mingi, san and joong) prompt: "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" + "trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so" includes: established relationship, implicit mention of reader having slight separation anxiety, use of "daddy" once but it's not used sexually. word count: 1.4k author's note: thank you so much omg ilysm, that makes me so happy!! hope you have a nice day/night (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) how + what to request? + masterlist

it's been tough. like, seriously tough. your cat ears perk up as your hand reaches for the phone resting on the kitchen counter.

you've been attempting to be a really good kitty, but it's just not working out. your tail sways back and forth behind you. owners!ateez have left you all alone at home for the first time. normally, when they stepped out, at least one of them would stay with you, cradling you in their arms. but this time, luck wasn't on your side. yeosang rained apologies upon your hair, muttering about a super crucial meeting regarding some important business at their company.

you totally get it. your humans are busy men. but you can't shake off the uneasiness that settles in your chest, making it tighten beneath jongho's shirt.

you make up your mind to give them a call. it's alright, you reassure yourself, confident that they won't be bothered. you're simply going to ring them up to find out when they'll be back. you can handle it.

you grab the phone and launch the calling app, pondering over whom to dial. your gaze lingers on the mere eight saved numbers, and you allow your index finger to hover over each one thoughtfully, contemplating their potential responses. who among them would be the least peeved at being disturbed during a meeting?

all of them are nice, but you're aware that a few of them tend to get super absorbed in their work. you nibble on your lower lip, feeling your fangs gently puncture tiny holes into it, recalling seonghwa's gentle admonishment about this habit. his thumb would always come to rescue, freeing your lip from between your teeth, as you taste the metallic tang on your tongue. releasing your lip, you muster the courage and press the number of your choice.

you lift the phone to your ear and patiently await the sound of the ringing tone.

the person on the other end answers promptly, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"sorry, i have to take this call, i'll be right back you can go on without me, yunho, fill me in on what i missed once the meeting's done," you hear mingi's gravelly voice, and your heart tightens at the realization that he didn't even wait to find a private moment to answer the phone.

"hey baby, everything alright?" you hear a door close, muffling mingi's words slightly, but it doesn't hinder the tears welling up in your eyes.

you part your lips, intending to ask the question you've been mustering the courage to pose for the past hour, but instead, a choked-up sob escapes from your throat.

"baby?" this time, mingi's voice takes on a breathy tone, and you can hear him swallow hard. "what's going on, kitty? what's wrong?"

you attempt to respond, but it feels like something is lodged in your throat, causing only coughs to escape, while more tears stream down your face.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. just take a breather," his deep voice resonates through the phone. "in and out, inhale, exhale. yeah, just like that. good girl." you can hear the smile in his voice as you attempt to follow his instructions, albeit shakily.

"are you okay now, kitty? can you tell me what's wrong?" he finally asks, as he senses your breath evening out.

"miss you," you simply answer, while rubbing at your eyes. it's a simple phrase, just two words, but they manage to convey your feelings as you hear mingi hum in response.

"i'll tell the boys to wrap up the meeting. we'll be there in 20. is that okay with you, baby?" mingi assures, offering a solution to your longing.

no, it's not. twenty minutes feels far too long, and before you can concoct a convincing enough lie to spare him any annoyance, mingi interrupts your train of thought.

"actually, baby, we'll be there in 10 minutes. we'll ditch the chauffeur and have wooyoung drive. in the meantime, go to the closets and grab whatever clothes you want," he croons, waiting for a genuine response this time.

"no, hongjoong's gonna be mad," you shake your head, even though mingi can't see you. clutching the phone tighter in your hand, you recall hongjoong's expression when you had raided his closet, piling up all his expensive clothes on your bed, yearning for his scent. he had been kind, explaining gently that you couldn't do that, but you couldn't ignore the visible veins that had surfaced on his forehead upon discovering his favorite balmain suit buried beneath the covers.

"no, he won't, and even if he is, i'll tell him i gave you permission, okay?" mingi reassures, determined to ease your worries about hongjoong's potential reaction.

"okay," you reply softly, your voice carrying a mix of relief and trust in his words.

"i'll hang up then. we'll be there soon enough," mingi confirms, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"okay," you respond once more.

"love you?" mingi asks in a peculiar manner, and you understand that he's subtly requesting to hear you say "i love you." it strikes you as odd, since you never fail to reciprocate those three words.

"love you," you respond, and before hanging up, you hear a playful "mwah" followed by the disconnection of the call.

you swiftly release the phone without a second thought and make your way through each room, collecting a piece of clothing from each of the boys. as you enter hongjoong's room, you pause in front of his wide-open closet. your gaze fixates on the velvety texture of his renowned black and white balmain suit, but you opt against taking it after catching a faint trace of his scent, faded from the length of time it had remained unworn. instead, you choose to retrieve one of his cozy hoodies, adding it to the growing pile in your hands.

you make your way back to your room, tossing all the clothes onto your bed. following suit, you bounce onto the soft surface, sliding yourself under the covers. taking the gathered clothes, you form them into a ball and press it against your face, inhaling deeply. the intertwined scents of your beloved humans instantly envelop you, bringing a profound sense of tranquility.

without even realizing it, you drift off to sleep, your ears being the only things peeking out from beneath the cozy pink covers.

you gradually awaken to the sensation of gentle kisses being planted on your nose. you open your eyes slightly, only to be greeted by san's blond bangs. before you can even process his presence in your bed, you feel the comforting touch of another pair of cold hands softly scratching the base of your ears. a purr instinctively emanates from your chest, and san smiles against your pulse, relishing the soothing vibrations against his own skin, a sensation he always adores.

you manage to turn, your eyes half-closed as the light filters in, and they settle on hongjoong's gentle smile. he's still dressed in a suit, and you blush at the sight. you adore him in sweatpants and oversized shirts, but your heart can't help but flutter faster in his presence.

you hear san chuckle, his head still nestled in your neck.

"kitty, your heart's beating so fast. happy to see daddy?" he mumbles, strong hands intertwining around your waist, his palm coming to rest on your chest, feeling the gentle thud of your heart.

hongjoong's smile widens as you glance away, unable to meet his gaze due to the embarrassment. he bends down slightly, his hand reaching to gently hold your cheeks. you revel in the coolness of his touch, appreciating how his hands always seem to be refreshingly cold.

"i'm happy to see you too, kitten. i missed you so much, couldn't stop thinking about you during that boring meeting," he whispers in the quiet room. you feel san nod against you, his arms tightening around you, and he murmurs a "me too."

"where are the others?" you inquire, noticing the absence of their hands on your body, causing a slight twitch in your eyebrows.

"in the shower, they're coming soon" hongjoong answers, his smile never leaving his face as he looks down at you. you nod in response, managing to free one hand from san's grasp, reaching out for hongjoong, and the eldest boy takes your hand. he sits down next to you, his eyes never wavering from your gaze as he drops a soft kiss to your forehead.

and soon enough you feel the thumping sounds of footsteps in the hallways, approaching your door. the boys enter to find you sandwiched between san and a shirtless hongjoong, his vest and dress shirt long forgotten on the heated floor of your room.

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fmoe1997 · 2 months

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False Kings

//implied dubcon, disassociation

The bed felt like a stone slab when Valentino laid him down. Cold and uncompromising, it made Angel's body ache more than everything he had put him through that night. Even if he had the strength to move, nothing would alleviate that dull pain. Not when he hovered over him with his dark, crimson eyes; his mouth agape and drooling with poisoned words and deadly venom.

One more dance on the knife's edge, then he would be free, if only temporarily.

But this time felt different. Despite the substances that flooded his brain and numbed his senses, he couldn't fake it like he had before. When his tongue dragged up the side of his neck it brought a terrible shiver through his body. Through lidded eyes Angel saw him pull away briefly, and all too soon he felt the veil dissipate. As if he sobered to the reality of where he lie.

Every action he took flooded back to his mind in tempestuous waves. His heart began to race, a sob choked in his throat. He couldn't panic now. Not on Valentino's time.

A gold-clawed hand carded through the excess fluff on his chest. Callous digits as unwelcoming as the surface he had been forced down upon. His teeth gleamed with a sinister, red grin; sharp and deadly, especially with the sole gold tooth that stood out from his gums. The more Angel focused on the feelings, the details on his face, the more aware he became.

He needed to shut it out. Shut it all out before he went any further. Before he couldn't take any more.

"Hey, Legs, why so tense? I'm not doin' anythin' wrong, am I?"

When Angel blearily blinked through tired eyes, the scenery changed. The darkness of Valentino's private room gave way to more vibrant colors. Red smoke filtered out to brilliant rays of sunlight from an unknown source. Above him, basked in that light like a halo, was his favorite kitty cat; his dark fur accented with intricate patterns of white and red, while his wings lay outstretched to either side and completed this holy visage.

"Husky...?" He asked, confused.

The tired barcat smirked. "Yeah, it's me. Geez, must be rustier than I thought. I know I haven't done something like this in a while but still..."

His voice trailed off with a chuckle, one that slowed the rapid beat of Angel's heart and warmed it. He still couldn't understand how or when he got here, and a part of him didn't want to question it. Fearful that he got lost in a dream, he held his breath and waited to see where it went.

When Husk noticed how Angel continued to stare at him with his mouth agape, his brows turned up in concern. "Are you sure you're ok?"

He raised a careful paw up to Angel's cheek and lovingly brushed a white claw under his chin. It proffered a feeling of safety and security. Much like the warmth of the sheets beneath him, and the pillow that cushioned his head. Still unsure of this reality, he took it tentatively, and noted how much smaller his hands looked in comparison to that larger appendage.

It all felt so real, too real to be a dream. As did Husk's other hand, wrapped tightly around his waist. He closed his eyes, the ghost of a tear trailed down his cheek. Just a bad memory of his night with Valentino. The morning had come, and with it, the promise of a better day. He gave into his shelter with a contented smile as he looked back up at his love.

"Better, now that you're here."

Husk reflected his smile with a grin of his own. He reached out of Angel's line of sight for a moment, then came back with a small joint. Something the pornstar had confided in him that he'd use to take the edge off on occasion.

"Wanna hit? I won't tell Charlie if you don't."

Angel looked between the drug and Husk, somewhat surprised he'd even offer it to him. Given how much he wanted him to adhere to the princess's program, it felt out of character to say the least. But as he thought this, he remembered how long it had been since he touched any illicit substances outside the studio. Besides, he trusted him to keep him in check. One hit wouldn't hurt anybody. It certainly wouldn't ruin his chances at redemption.

He raised his head and took the spliff between his lips. The hand Husk had around his waist came up with a procured lighter. It snapped open with a small flame that lit the end into a trail of grey smoke.

Angel watched the thin wisp draft to the ceiling through crossed eyes. When he exhaled, it was a sickly sweet plume of red that left his mouth.

"That's it, Angel-cakes, deep breaths," Valentino encouraged through Husk's lips. "You got a long night ahead of you."

Angel continued to dine on that cyanide, unable to feel the chill that flowed back into his body.

This drabble was inspired by @vanillabrwnsugr's latest post on Twitter!

#fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #angel dust #valentino #husk #huskerdust #valangel #dubious consent #happy valentine's day

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trishacollins · 7 months

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Memento Mori

It was possible, Marinette reflected, to live with only half of her soul.

Brutal, sure, devastating. But possible.

She could live. She could get up. She could still get up without his hand to help her to her feet.

She was staggering, stumbling steps that led her forward.

(To a world without him, a world where there was no Chat Noir waiting for her, no laughing cat to lift her spirits. Alone echoed in her soul.)

She didn't know what Gabriel Agreste hoped to gain from the memorial. But she both hated him for it and appreciated it.

There was no grave for her kitty, no body to mourn, no place but the spot where he died to be close to him.

Adrien looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes and hands shaking slightly.

She landed next to him, and his eyes flickered in her direction before his body turned to her. "Ladybug."

She inclined her head slightly, not willing to risk her voice with speaking. She was going to cry today; nothing would stop it. The grief that had been festering inside her would have a public outlet.

She didn't want to be here. She couldn't stay away, couldn't refuse to honor her partner. She had wanted to be able to experience the statue privately, but grand gestures demanded an audience. The press was all around her.

"The charm." He said slowly, as though he was struggling with the words.

The wristband. Black and green braided ribbon, a bell, a pawprint. "Marinette." She cleared the lump in her throat. "Marinette made them for her class. She-" her voice died, eyes burning.

"I'm sorry." Adrien looked miserable. "Ladybug- I." He twisted the ring on his finger back and forth.

The skin was red around it. It was clearly not the first time.

She felt the hollowness of the smile she offered him and saw the emptiness in the answering smile.

"Ladybug." Mr. Agreste stepped closer, and she watched him, wary. "We are sympathetic towards your loss; all of Paris mourns with you. I hope that this memorial-" He reached for her hand, and she pulled it away.

She didn't want to be touched. Not right now. Not today.

Mr. Agreste dropped the hand, exhaling and glancing at his son.

Adrien refused to look at him, eyes fixed on her feet.

"I hope this memorial eases your pain." Mr. Agreste said.

She jerked her head in a small nod. She was still bleeding; the wound was sluggish. But still it bled.

She hated him for making her do this. She shouldn't hate him. He was the reason the memorial was here.

But she hated him.

She turned away from both of them, shoulders hunched inwards. Félix was leaning against the stage, a bit away from them, his eyes like Adrien's- and yet nothing like them. Félix's gaze was accessing everything and everyone around him, and they only belatedly landed on her.

Her fists twisted at her sides, the sharpness of her breath searing through her lungs.

She wondered how many hits it would take to destroy his smugness. Her anger was more accessible than her grief, feet carrying her to stand above him.

"You shouldn't be here." She hissed. "This never would have happened without you. This is *your* fault."

Félix studied her, lips pursing slightly. "This was not my play."

"You still caused it." She spat. "You as good as killed him yourself."

There was a shift of weight behind her, a foot scuff, an indrawn breath.

And her stupid heart stuttered, her mind playing the cruelest trick. Ladybug and Chat Noir knew each other- a sixth sense.

She was sure he was a step behind her for just a moment, backing her up.

But it was Adrien. Adrien looked so concerned when her face crumpled, her knees shook, and the sob tore through her. She clapped a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound but knew Adrien and Félix heard the pained noise.

Something passed between them too quickly for her to follow.

"I can't." She whispered when Adrien started to reach for her. Her yoyo caught above them, and she lifted from the stage and out of sight.

~*~

Félix had not been consulted about Adrien's outro as Chat Noir - if he had, he probably would have objected strenuously to it.

It was an impulsive decision on the part of Gabriel. Impulsive and wrong, honestly. Now, they had made an enemy of Ladybug.

They could have used Chat Noir to get the earrings.

They could have used Chat Noir to find out who she was. As often as the pair had switched Miraculous, it would have been easy to have Adrien walk away with both of them, make the wish, and put everything back to rights.

But Gabriel had done this - to punish Adrien, maybe. To establish his claim on his son once and for all. Felix didn't know what the man had been thinking, and Gabriel hadn't been able to give him an answer.

Not that Gabriel had even told him what was happening; Felix had just gotten the delightful experience of waking up to a flood of suicidal ideation swamping his mind and a grieving Adrien screaming in the middle of it all.

A part of Adrien hadn't stopped screaming since, even though he outwardly seemed fine. He still wasn't sure if Adrien would bother to wake up one day, willing himself to stop breathing.

Like an animal gnawing off its leg to get out of a trap.

Gabriel's choice had ripped through Adrien like a wrecking ball. Adrien's grief roiled through his mind; he was sure he could hear it even without the Peacock currently under his jacket.

Watching him interact with Ladybug - feeling him interacting, the pulse radiating from them - he wanted to curse.

He had thought Adrien had been bad before.

Adrien was never going to be able to forgive this, and Gabriel was a fool if he thought it would ever be possible for Adrien to let this go.

Ladybug saw him, and he tensed as the hero stalked to him.

Her blame was expected - perhaps even deserved - Adrien's guilt was also expected.

The way he dropped into her shadow was as if he belonged there, and her stance shifted to accept him there until she realized she had done it. It was unexpected.

Adrien's defeat as she swept away from them, the way his body hitched forward, the half step, the slight crouch- as though he had been about to follow her.

He was not transformed; he wouldn't even be wearing the ring if Plagg hadn't threatened to Cataclysm it if Gabriel tried to remove it from Adrien. Whatever instincts the Miraculous gave him should be at their lowest.

Gabriel had put them in a situation. One he doubted his uncle had a clue about the depth of.

His eyes found his uncle across the stage, but Gabriel only had eyes for the line of Adrien's shoulders.

"Adrien."

Adrien's head dropped, shoulders slumping as he curled into himself. "Not now, Felix."

The most alive he had been in the past few months, and now the poisoned grief was back.

Damn.

*~*

His father was standing close behind him, almost invasive. But Adrien had eyes only for Ladybug's form curled up on the rooftop.

It had been the closest he had been to her since...since.

Tears burned at his eyes, and he blinked them away, refusing to look at his father as he turned around.

He didn't want the stupid statue. Whatever his father thought the statue would do, all that it had done was make him angry.

It was a statue to a lie. He wasn't dead.

Dead would be finished, done.

This wasn't alive; he was still breathing, but his life had ended.

"Adrien." His father touched his shoulder.

He pulled away, walking to the edge of the stage.

"It's not even a good statue," Felix muttered.

He snorted because it was better than sobbing. "I hate you."

"Less than anyone else right now." Felix was right, but. Telling him that.

He didn't want....he didn't.

"I don't want to be here." He whispered.

"Ten more minutes?" Felix offered.

His eyes found Ladybug, locking onto her, his entire existence centered on her. She had been so close. The closest he had been in months.

He was hurting her. He was still hurting her, even though he was gone.

The presentation continued without them, and he never took his eyes away from Ladybug.

His Lady.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'

'She can't hear you.' Felix's voice was quiet in his head.

The ceremony was solemn; nobody applauded when the cover was removed from the statue.

Adrien didn't look at it. He just kept his eyes on Ladybug and watched her watch. His heart reached for her.

Because his hands no longer could.

For @wackus-bonkus-maximus who is kindly allowing me to play in her sandbox while I work out my brain block for my own.

#ODNLB #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #adrien agreste #my fic #Odd Nibble

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prager-lover · 11 months

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uCat Fight

Recoms

Did I see @idkjupiterdraws post about this and cry of laughter? Yes. Go check out their blog its funny as shit

Content Warning: Fist fighting between 2 blue kitties, swearing, egging on violence, Quaritch acting like a dad

a/n Bro dont even got waves but for the sake of the fic he does

Brown should have left it alone

He should have shut the fuck up and went to bed but no, his ass just wanted to start trouble. You know, you cant blame him, he's bored out of his mind. That explains why he started bugging Lopez. Now, Lopez was a very "dont fuck with me or i'll slap the shit outta you" kind of guy. Thats what made him such an easy target for Brown.

"Hey kitty cat."

He walked up to Lopez who was trying to sleep on a chair, flicking his ear which responded with a twitch. Lopez opened his eyes with a jolt. All of the recoms were sitting in a common area, there was nothing to do but sit alone in your room, so why not hang out with people you knew? There were six sets of bunk beds, one for each of the recoms. Fike, Prager, Walker, Zhang and Warren were dozing off, tails swishing lazily. Whoever designed the space made a bad decision for a shared sleeping quarter, because nothing but trouble was sure to come of it. Ja was playing cards with Mansk, Z-Dog and Lyle. The Colonel was off in his private room, probably doing paperwork despite how late it was.

Lopez closed his eyes again after giving Brown a glare, trying to gain his peace back. Brown wasn't having it. He snuck up behind him and gave his tail a little yank. With a startled yelp, Lopez jumped from his seat. The noise woke up Warren, who had fallen asleep on a bottom bunk.

"What the fuck man." Lopez hissed.

"Sorry kitty cat." Brown jumped back from Lopez, who had kicked his leg out in hopes of tripping him.

“Watch who you’re talking to tú pinche raton.” Lopez walked towards him now. The two of them had moved to almost the middle of the room, circling each other like they were in a ring. Brown was still smiling when Lopez hissed at him, a low and dangerous sound. Every pair of eyes were on them now, but they all knew better than to get inbetween them. Lopez was feisty, he wouldnt stop a fight just because someone tried to intervene. Lyle gave Mansk and Z-dog a look. Were they actually gonna fight?

“Here kitty kitty.” Brown lunged at Lopez, yanking harder on his tail this time. Lopez caught his arm and twisted it behind his back. The room erupted in to cheers. Ja climbed onto a high bunk with Prager. “We got the front row seats man.” They had all been a bit antsy, no one was used to sitting around doing jackshit for so long so this was a welcome burst of energy. Brown snarled as he fell to the ground, using his leg to kick Lopez in the tailbone.

“Cmon little bitch hit me.” Brown was laughing. Z-dog was laughing with Walker, but Mansk was still sitting at his table counting cards, thinking about how he didn't need this shit right now he just wanted to sleep. Lopez had managed to kick Brown off him, and in an instant they were standing again. they had their arms raised, but it was Lopez who hit first. Square in the nose, the crowd sucked in their breath.

“FUCK HIM UP LOPEZ.” Was met with a mix of “STRAIGHT THROUGH BROWN CMON.” The room was chanting for their sides, laughing while the two fought. Lyle had left the room but no one noticed. Lopez pulled the back of Brown’s shirt over his head, making him fold forward.

“GOT YOU, HIJO DE PUTA.” He laughed, tongue darting out of his mouth. He managed to rip Brown’s shirt off. Quite literally, it had ripped at the sleeves. Brown looked at it, nose bloody, his face frowned for a moment.

“I actually liked that shirt asshole.” Lopez faltered for a second. The fuck he mean he liked that shirt? He owned 5 copies of the exact same damn shirt. With him distracted, Brown pulled Lopez into a headlock and roughly started knuckle dusting his hair.

“WHERE’RE YOUR WAVES NOW BITCH?” He yelled, spinning in a circle to disorient him. The Latino snarled again, clawing at Brown’s arm, screaming curses in Spanish. Everyone was yelling and chanted for their team, it would only be a matter of time until someone ran into the room thinking some rogue Na’vi had infiltrated base. Lopez pushed his waist into Brown and used all his body weight to pull him over his shoulder. Fike let out a startled sound when Brown’s body hit the floor with a loud thunk that moved a deck of cards on the nearby table.

“Y’ALL ARE GONNA GET US IN TROUBLE SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

No one listened to him, this physical altercation was too funny. Both of the boys ears were flat against their skull, teeth bared like viperwolves. Lopez again lunged at Brown, knocking him to the ground. He began punching Brown again right as the door flew open.

“What in the ever-loving FUCK is going on in here.” A loud southern drawl called out, pissed off beyond usual. Shit it was the Colonel. He walked in the room, bending down so he didn't hit his head on the door frame, which was much lower than the ceiling. On his tail was Lyle, who's big eyes were scanning the room guiltily. Lopez looked up to see Quaritch’s angry face staring daggers at him. The colonel moved towards him as Brown’s head hit the floor, letting out a whimper as it did. Quaritch pulled both of them up by their ears, their whines filling the now dead silent room.

“ I LEFT, FOR HALF A GOD DAMN HOUR.” He was yelling at them, making a passing by scientist jump in fear. “AND I COME BACK TO A DAMN CAT FIGHT.”

His ears were flat as he berated the two of them, who looked at their shoes sulkily. “That's it. All of you,” He turned to look at the others, who had been watching him with big eyes, surprised by how paternal he was acting, even as their superior. “All of you, in bed. Now.” No one answered for a second, they didn't know if he was joking or not, they were grown fucking adults. “NOW.” The ones not already in a bunk quickly got to one. Z-dog punched Lyle’s shoulder as she passed him. “Snitch.” she muttered. “You too Lyle, you should have stopped them in time.” Lyle turned to his superior, about to oppose but Quaritch’s glare was enough to silence him. His ears drooped as he got into the bunk under Prager, who slapped Lyle’s head as he got into bed, calling him a snitch as well. Quaritch pulled Brown and Lopez to bunks, hoisting Lopez into the top one, who let out a surprised yelp again, but said nothing. The Colonel walked towards the door now, back stiff and arms at his side. He shut off the room lights, now being illuminated by lights in the hallway only.

“If I hear another peep out of this room tonight-” A few of the recoms started protesting.

“We’re grown damn adults Colonel what the fuck?” Z-dog called out.

“I didnt even do anything!” Fike said, sitting upright in bed.

“THE NEXT PERSON TO SPEAK CLEANS IKRAN SHIT FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.” Quaritch shouted, his tail jerking around behind him. The room was silent except for Ja shuffling around in his bunk.

“If I hear another sound out of this room tonight, I swear you’ll be wishin’ you never woke up as a recom. Do I make myself clear?” No one answered him, the fear of cleaning up after the Ikrans was too powerful.

“I said, do I make myself clear Marines?”

“Yes Colonel.” Was the surly reply from them all. He closed the door behind him, leaving them in total darkness and silence.

Browns voice came out in a whisper, they could tell he was smiling. “Fuck you Lopez.”

“Que te folle un pez coño.” The room giggled at his reply before Lyle shushed them all.

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I like to think im funny. tbh I could have done so much better but oh well, I just wanted to write this because why not. We live on a floating rock. Have a good day, drink water so you don’t die.

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saivenay · 1 year

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Safe place .•°•. Fade

cw: gn!reader, lots of softness and comfort, fade might seem ooc idk but that's how i see her

wc: 2300

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

That's what Fade felt most of the time.

Although loud and confident on the battlefield, she kept to the sidelines at headquarters. She preffered solitude, and when she was around people, she'd rather listen than participate actively in conversations. And if she did participate in the conversation, she would quiet down the moment it turned to personal topics.

When asked about something private, she would either answer reclutantly or shrug her shoulders. She would speak little but sensibly, often sarcastic and with a slight hint of black humor. Her favourite pastime was baiting younger duelists into some pointless, heated discussions and watching the chaos from afar.

You found her intriguing ever since the first time you saw her and you've tried to approach her multiple times but there was never a good enough opportunity to talk.

Until one night.

You woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, so you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard for your mug. You were tapping your fingernails and humming while waiting for the filter jug to filter your water. When you finally filled your mug, you turned around.

And you almost dropped the mug.

"Oh my fucking god." You placed your free hand on your chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

On the table was sitting a heap of shadows with bright red eyes. It cocked its head to the side at your words and blinked a few times. It reminded you of some cartoon cat.

You rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at the prowler.

"Well, you're cute so I forgive you. Why are you even here?"

You perched on the edge of a couch. At first the prowler kept his eyes on you, but eventually he curled up into a ball and rested his head on his tail. Though he was evidently getting ready for a nap, he glanced at you or wiggled his tail whenever you made a sound.

You wanted to keep his attention, so you were clicking your tongue and humming. The prowler seemed to like it. He even was reacting to kitty-kitty.

With his eyes closed, he was barely noticeable in the shadows of the room. He had no fur nor skin like other animals. Curious about how he would feel under your palm, you reached out to stroke him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't-"

You yanked your head up towards the source of the sound, seeing Fade. She was sitting on the windowsill, her back against the wall.

The prowler suddenly snapped. Maybe if you hadn't been distracted, you'd have taken your hand in time.

"Ah, shit," you hissed, withdrawing your arm and inspecting it. Your palm had two pairs of prowler's tooth marks. The creature snorted and slid off the table.

So much for the new pet friend.

"-touch him." Fade finished. "My bad, should've warned you earlier. He's not friendly with strangers. Just give him some time."

"No, it's fine. It's just a little bite. I'm gonna be okay," you reassured, shaking your head. "It's three am, why are you awake at this hour?"

Fade shrugged her shoulders.

"Not tired," she answered shortly. There was silence after that and, well, it was awkward so you excused yourself and left.

Everything in small steps; if the prowler needed time, so probably did its owner.

. •°• .

Sometimes you would deliberately set your alarm clock for something between midnight and four in the morning in order to go to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a drink of water. The odds of meeting Fade were about fifty percent.

At first, she kept her distance and limited herself to answering your questions; over time, instead of moving away when you sat next to her, it was her who would willingly sit next to you.

She would ask questions. Sometimes deeper ones, sometimes silly ones. And well, it was the middle of the night, when people are the most open.

You were telling her whatever came to your mind, and she would enjoy listening to you.

More and more often she would also share something about herself, although usually it was not any important information. You didn't mind that; you were happy to see her opening up to you.

The prowler would let you stroke it for a while and would even jump on your lap sometimes, but it would run away after a few minutes. He didn't like sleeping on you.

"That's the way he is," Fade had once said. "I doubt he'll get any closer to you than he is now."

. •°• .

One night Fade was more tired than usual. She was sipping her coffee, fighting sleep as she listened to you talk about your last dream.

"What's the best dream you've ever had?" you asked. She genuinely thought about it but wasn't able to give you an answer.

"No idea. I haven't had a pleasant dream for ages. Only nightmares," she explained. "I see people I have lost. I see losing them, them being tortured, them hurting. The nightmares are blaming me for every bad thing that happened in my life. I used to be sure that it's not true, that it wasn't only my fault but... I'm not so sure anymore."

Oh.

You covered her palm with yours and squeezed it, trying to comfort her a bit. She flinched, but didn't withdraw her hand.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this," you said quietly. She shook her head.

"I knew what I was signing myself for when I took my powers. Abilities for sanity and comfort," she chuckled grimly. "It's been worse, though. I've been able to sleep in recently."

She sighed and rested her head against the back of the couch. Her eyes we're closed.

"The nightmares aren't as severe as usual. Maybe it's because of you." Fade smiled slightly. "Maybe you're calming me down. At least that's what you do to my prowler."

. •°• .

Fade rarely let her guard down.

Opening up meant being vulnerable. It meant revealing information that could be used against her. But most importantly, it meant getting attached.

With you, however, she relaxed easily. That's why it was so effortless for her to say too much and cringe about it the following day.

The first time realised she said too much for her liking, she avoided you for the next few days. This made you worry; did you do something wrong? At first you endured those quiet days but eventually anxiety took over and you found yourself on the doorstep of Fade's room.

You knocked gently on the door while playing with your fingers. You could see that she was stressed too, when she opened the door.

"Uh, hello," you said awkwardly.

"Hi." She let you in, pointing to your bed, and you both sat on its edge.

You didn't know where to start, but Fade spoke up.

"Look, I want to apologize for the way I've been behaving. It's just..." she began, clearly avoiding your gaze and being tense overall. She laughed nervously. "God, I'm pathetic."

"You're not," you replied immediately. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. I only want to know if I did something that made you back away. Are you... tired of me?"

"No!" she said vehemently. She paused for a second, as if surprised by her own response, then cleared her throat and continued calmer. "No, please don't think like that. You did everything right, the problem's in my head."

You nodded. You understood what she meant.

""Okay, that's all I needed. You don't have to say how you feel if you're not ready. I don't want to pressure you," you reassured her.

Fade didn't look convinced.

“Communication is the basis for everything. It sucks a bit if I can't tell you directly what the problem is," she mumbled bitterly.

"You're right," you couldn't disagree. "But the fact that you're aware of it is half the battle. You're trying to communicate, and that's enough for now. Don't force anything."

"Thank you. And again, I'm sorry."

Fade slowly lifted her head, finally looking at you. Some of the stress left both you and her, and only now you noticed how exhausted she was.

You got out of bed, planning to give her a chance to go to sleep, but she grabbed your hand.

"Wait- can you... stay here for a while?" she asked quietly. "Only if it's okay with you, of course."

You complied and sat on the edge of the bed again. Fade seemed a little hesitant, as if she herself had no idea what was she doing.

"I don't know. Just talk to me, like you always do. I missed it."

You told her some stories from your chikdhood. Sometimes she chuckled or nodded to encourage you to continue.

The prowler that hid when you entered the room slowly crept closer and closer to you and at some point you interrupted the story to try to gain his favor. Eventually he rubbed against your leg, and when you reached out to him - you don't touch him, you just bring your hand closer - he swiped you with his cheek.

Of his own free will he climbed onto your lap and sat on them and you wanted to show that miracle to Fade but you realized she was sleeping.

"Psst," you whispered to the prowler. "On a scale of one to ten, how awkward that conversation was?"

He only snorted.

You were planning to leave her room the moment she fell asleep but now, with the prowler on your lap... you didn't have the heart to leave it, so you moved to the armchair in the corner of Fade's room and fell asleep with the prowler on your lap.

. •°• .

Fade had more of those vulnerable moments during which she would distance herself from you for a few days, but eventually would come back to you on her own when you weren't pushing her. You didn't try to force it out of her shell, being completely fine with the scraps that Fade offered you. You gave her support and distance at the same time.

That's when she started craving more.

She was constantly pushing her barriers. She seeked contact with you, allowed you to enter more and more into her personal space.

As a fully independent person, she preferred to act alone. Even when in a group, she did not always rely on teamwork. She'd rather oversee everything herself instead of relying on the comms of other agents.

Intimacy has been foreign to her for a long time and although she was terrified of showing her weaknesses, letting her guard down even for a while felt so good, even when she didn't really know what to do with herself after it happened.

"Isn't it annoying?" she asked once.

"What is?" you asked back.

"Me. You doing all those things for me when I dont have anything to offer back." she murmured.

"It's not," you answered "because you offer back your time and attention. And I keep telling you stupid things, but you still don't think I'm stupid."

Fade smiled and rolled her eyes.

"And... i feel safe with you." you added hesitantly, hoping you weren't not pushing Fade's boundaries. "You're my safe place."

. •°• .

Over time, you have developed a quite healthy relationship with mutual communication.

Fade hasn't stopped having phases of pushing you away, though. You knew it was her subconscious defense mechanism for letting someone into her life after she had lost so much, and Fade knew that you knew it.

She just couldn't help but feel angry and frustrated with herself for confusing you.

"How the fuck are you still here?" she asked. "I keep pulling you in and pushing you out all the time. Why aren't you tired of that?"

"Because I can see what you're doing," you answered. "You push me away because you're scared of being hurt again. But, Fade, I'm not going to leave you. I'm here for you, okay?"

You reached your hand towards her face, wanting to stroke her cheek with the back of your hand. She grabbed your wrist when you were inches from her skin. She looked between your eyes, you saw a hint of desperation in her gaze as she pleaded:

"Promise it. I keep losing everyone I love, so please promise me you won't leave."

You grabbed her face with both your hands. Caressing her cheeks gently, you smiled softly.

"I promise."

Even though it was her who asked for it, she took a second to process your response. She looked like she didn't believe you, but as soon as you smiled even wider, waiting for her move, something in her snapped.

She cupped your chin and leaned in, placing a single kiss on your lips. But she didn't back down completely, waiting for an answer. As you parted your lips and your body leaned to her, she closed the distance between you, initiating a longer kiss.

Her lips were soft and gentle, as was her touch as she pulled you even closer. You two took your time celebrating this moment of intimacy, enjoying how the other fit perfectly in your arms.

Even when Fade broke the kiss, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she kissed your forehead and hugged you.

"You're my safe place, too."

. •°• .

It got only easier after that.

As Fade got more comfortable with you, she took the lead and was initiating all the dates and next steps in your relationship.

You were always there for her when she started to fear losing you, and your support in those moments meant literally everything for her.

She also was there for you whenever you needed her, helping you get through whatever demons you were fighting.

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

It's a good thing you had each other.

#valorant #valorant x reader #fade valorant #valorant fade #valorant x you #valorant x y/n #fade

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the-ding-dong-ditch-committee · 1 year

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Ships: Narilamb, Ratausnake

other notes: nonbinary lamb, mention of killing/hurting a character, marriage mention, heavily inspired by @rabiesram 's content.

After the end of the game [true devotion ending], Lamb brings Narinder, their boyfriend, to meet their family [knucklebones crew].

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"Nari, Its just my family. It'll be fine!"

"Why can't we just stay here?" Narinder asked, knowing that the Lamb's family would not react well to him.

"C'mon, we can leave if we have to. And I want you to at least meet them!" the Lamb paused, "Please, Nari?" holding a hand out for their lover to hold.

Narinder sighed, intertwining his fingers with theirs, as he stepped closer to them. "Fine, but we leave if anything happens."

"Of course, Nari."

Soon enough, the two were in front of the house the Lamb's family lived in.

Lamb knocked, the door swung open, and two familiar faces greeted them. Narinder, stepped into the small, now illuminated space in front of the door. As Lamb began to speak, Narinder, felt all but comforable.

He felt glares focus on him from every person in the room [other than Lamb, of course]. The feeling was not enjoyable.

Lamb sat down, patting the spot next to them on the floor. The table usually used for knucklebones, had been converted into a dinner table.

"So this is your boyfriend?" Ratau was visibly judging Narinder.

"Yes, dad. He's my boyfriend." Lamb looked over at Narinder, then back at their parents.

They intertwined their fingers with Narinder's.

"Dads, please don't kill my boyfriend."

There was a pause, Flinky attemped to say something, but was quickly cut off.

"No hurting my boyfriend!"

Narinder fidgeted with the Lamb's hand. Soon, all conversation had paused, only a few words were spoken.

Soon, the discussion had returned, yet was mostly focused on knucklebones.

"Hah!" Ratau chuckled as Shrumy forked over, what Narinder believed was an absurd amount of coins to wager over a silly dice game.

Narinder yawned.

"Nari, are you already tired?"

"Yes. Are we leaving any time soon?" Narinder had more sass than usual when tired. And he always had sass.

"Hush, Nari." Lamb grabbed his face, kissing his cheek. "We'll leave after this game."

"Bye dads! Bye Shrumy! Bye Klunko! Bye Bop!" The Lamb said, Narinder behind them as they left.

As they returned to the cult, Narinder spoke.

"Finally. I did not enjoy that."

"Nari, what do you mean?"

"They were glaring at me the whole time."

"Nari, they'll warm up to you. They're a bit... protective..."

"They were going to kill me."

Lamb reached up to the space between Narinder's ears, causing him to purr. The two slipped into their private tent.

"Kitty cat needs a nap."

"Damned lamb... I hate you..."

"Love you too, Nari Kitty." Lamb allowed Narinder to lay his head on their lap.

The only sounds were Narinder purring and Lamb gently humming. As the lamb tried to kiss Narinder's head, he clawlessly swiped at them.

Lamb gasped. "Nari! Do you not love me?"

Narinder hissed.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes."

"How could i prove my love to you?"

"You could give me th-"

"Other than giving you the red crown?"

"Lamb, why must you be this way?"

"Come on, Narinder."

Narinder thought for a moment.

"I have an idea."

"And what is it, Kitty?"

"I make you immortal, and stay by your side, if you give me the crown."

"Marry me first."

"Alright. I will."

"We'll get married in the morning. Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything I could do for you, my love?"

Narinder laid his head on their lap, Lamb stroked between his ears. Soon he was asleep.

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end of fic. I might write more if yall ask nicely.

#ratausnake #cult of the lamb #narilamb #true devotion #lambwaits #rexs cotl #writin from rex

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sludgewolf · 2 years

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hey hey hey! could i request dirk x jake x reader hcs? if it’s alright, could the reader be a bard of mind (masc or neutral pronouns)? thanks :D

So sorry for taking so long, this one was a though one ngl, there were way too many drafts, hopefully you like the end product

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Masterlist

Dirk x Jake X Reader

You're the emotional core of the relationship

At first people thought Jake would have a hard time with you and Dirk since you're both destructive classes, but you usually are the voice of reason between the three of you and Jake is the one that just let's the problem fester until it's too late

not that Dirk helps much

You have to make sure they actually communicate and not expect the others to spontaneously develop telepathy

at least they tried to work through their issues out before dating you

and due to that Dirk is more open and tries to tell you before anything goes to shit

Even if awkward and extremelly flustered Dirk is extremely clingy with both of you, but he mainly focus on acts of service since that's what he knows how to do well

while Jake is more outwardly affectionate and showers you with compliments that neither you or Dirk quite understand

Both of them like to be the little spoon, you're usually in the middle while they cuddle your sides

so sorry about your arms

But if you ask, Dirk is the most likely to be the big spoon for you and Jake just coalas on your back

Your house is a mess, two lonely teens that basically raised themselves aren't the best roommates

but they're willing to learn and anything one of you says the others listen intently

Each of you have your private "no go zone" for when you want a moment alone

Dirk doesn't like when either of you come to his workshop, he fears you'll get hurt or something

Jake has his throphy room, where he keeps souvenirs from his adventures, sometimes he'll invite you to see them, but most of the time that's his old man cave

and finally, you have a little barn turned reading room in the back yard where all the books are stored, but most of the time it's all yours and they respect that

Did I say you have a cat? Because Jake definitely missed all the lusus from Hell Murder Island and Roxy promptly gave you one of her mutant kittens to add even more love to your household

you and Jake were so excited to have a kitty and you start to pamper Ms Cuddlepants the moment she's brought home

just so she could adopt Mr-its-your-cat-not-mine-Strider

he was worried that you would give more attention to the cat then to him

now that it has been proven to him that it won't happen he loves the kitten

Dirk even makes her a little pair of shades

#homestuck #homestuck headcanons #homestuck x reader #jake english #jake english x reader #dirk strider #dirk strider x reader #dirkjake x reader #bard of mind reader

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uroborosymphony · 7 months

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the doors to Quinn's private quarters open suddenly, without warning— an act very few people ( maybe none other ) were bold old enough to do without asking for permission first. but Taiyang and Quinn held the keys to every door, leaving no part of each other closed off and untouched by the other. still, the immediacy of the act implies an urgency. Quinn's ever-loyal silver-haired attendant gives her a small, polite bow, then excuses himself from the room, as the king silently (wordlessly) shooed him away with only a glance. Little Fang, lying contentedly at Quinn's side, stood up, with a happy tail-flick at the sight of his other favorite human, and pounced over to Tai on light feet ( less gracefully than your average feline, due to his injury, but still joyfully ) to circle him, asking for his attention. Tai swept up the little Prince into his arms ( the tiny cat was as light as air ), and leaned down to greet the Queen with a kiss and a honeyed voice. "hi, my Queen," he purred; Little Fang purred happily between them; and he hoped Quinn would happily purr from the soft caress of his lips against hers, too. then, he flopped down into a expensive chair with Little Fang in hand, looking across at her with a convincingly grave expression, like they had something very important to talk about ( but she could surely detect the hidden mischief in his eyes, knowing him as well as she did... ) " we need to have a talk. a serious talk... you, me, and Little Fang. " that somewhat silly statement probably gave it away: that he had nothing of importance to the business to discuss with her; he had only come because he desperately missed her company. he held the cat out to her, and Little Fang obediently went limp: two paws held out, the other two dangling down. " — who should be Little Fang's godparents? if something happens to us, who takes him in? " Tai peered over to look at the cat's blank, almost-confused-looking face which was pointed at Quinn: " who do you want to live with, Little Fang? Kitty? Annie? " as if the cat could answer back.

some cute cat content from Tai to Quinn ofc, hehe ♡ ♡

A smile is dancing on her lips as she returns the kiss, her lips delicate against his, her fingers, soft, gentle resting against his jaw as her eyes remain shut for a brief moment of exchanged tenderness. "Hello My King." She speaks on a liquorish and melodic tone. The evening is tranquil, as she previously was peacefully reading, lounging on the velvet couch of her appartments with her loyal silver-haired attendant serving her, while she was awaiting for her King to return. The days have been nothing but beautiful and pleasant on the soul and te mind, as if the city has gone frozen for enough days for them to enjoy the view from their castle - as if moments like these were isolated in a timeless time of simply existing in wealth, love and warmth. Quinn straightens up as she sits, yet her legs still on the couch, in a long satin black dress. Their Little Prince in is between them, purring gently, her long fingers caressing right under the cat's small head, a natural smile not disappearing from Quinn's rosy lips. The alarming tone Taiyang borrows when sitting down however makes her raise an eyebrow in interrogation. "What is going on my Love?" The Queen replies, closing her book, putting it to the side. Of course the line that follows makes her laugh immediatly. The type of short loud laughters that is oh so spontaneous - she probably hasn't laughed this way in a long time. Is it a serious question however, who will take care of their little family if they have to perish for Justice. "Mmmm..." Quinn first starts, her elbow resting down the couch as she places her chin down the palm of her head, her head tilted to the side, her ponytail naturally swaying and falling down her shoulders as her eyes are on him. "I do love all our friends but there are some serious degenerates in the list." She first speaks on a joking tone that is clearly not a joke. "Kitty? Oh I love my Kitty pumpkin, I'm just hoping the only reason he wouldn't be able to take care of our Little Fang would be because he can't stop crying at our loss. Completely devastated, cannot shake anything for days, just praying by our graves in his most dramatic black outfit and veil. That's how deep I hope he loves us." Quinn comments of course with a pinch of humor. "My lovely Annie, I would trust her with my entire life so - I want to say Annie but hmmm... Ugh does it mean that awful tall boy would be around too? Fang, you better pee in his shirts when I'm in hell, I will be watching." She adds, this time talking to the cat as well as if he could reply. "We also agree Little Fang should never go near your cannibal Yakuza friend either, right? I've seen the man eat like a dog in rage. Fang will end up in sashimis." Quinn adds, shaking her head slowly; still with that amused smile of hers. Even if she would recognize Dai's amazing business skills, he was the most degenerate of them all. "I could say Lee but one girl smiles at the boy and he's gone ignoring his parental duties. Oh - For our other baby cats, hear me out, how about we ship them aaall to the Black Knight?" A laughter, that is loud and almost evil escapes from her mouth. "Ohhh he would keep on hating us so much and you know I love that." A way of thinking that was typical of her - or well, of them. There is a silence then after her words, a content one, the type of tranquil moments of sweet realization. "Degenerates but... " She smiles again. "I'm happy we have them. I never thought that 10 years ago than I would have the chance to say that but I'm grateful. For our family, for everyone we have around us."

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AAAAAAAAH #You know how much i Adore them I adore them so MUCH #둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / interactions.#둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / the vengeress.

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marias-wonderland · 1 year

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*Alucard, glaring daggers at the purring cat that integra is petting*

Integra: jealous Serv-

Alucard: no.

Omgggg, this is the best one so faaaar!! I wholeheartedly agree!!

Seras would have brought the kitty in the manor because "someone needs to take care of this poor cat" (she's such a good woman, I'm sure she would love giving shelter to every stray animal out there).

The cat for some reason would completely ignore Seras and rest on Integra's lap while she's at her office (I suppose cats prefer laid back people, who dont overly pet them). At first she would act all nonchalant, complaining and acting like an old man who doesn't want the cat.

1 week later both of them are inseparable, she has found a completely ostentatious and high class name for the cat, as if it's a Lord xD. She has bought toys and its food is prepared by Walter.

Whenever she would feel stressed or burnt out from work, she would pet it and relax due to its purring nature (Just imagine Integra, amidst a tower of paperwork and phonelines buzzing, petting a cute kitty cat).

That's also where alucard's jealously would be off the roof. Because he knows that Integra is aware of his shape-shifting abilities. If she wanted a furry companion, then all she had to do was to order him transform into a cat or a dog. These could have been private, tender, moments in-between them but, she chose to focus her attention on someone else.

She never touches him in his "human" form so, he hoped deep down that she would be lenient enough to accept his touch as a "harmless" animal. It was shown in the series that he's disgustingly touch-starved (Remember the scene with the Queen? That boner looking face and purring simply because she touched his face...). You can only imagine the type of contentment if Integra would pet him...

Needless to say that on the first chance that he would get, the cat would "mysteriously" disappear (poor kitty cat!!)

#Hellsing #alucard hellsing #integra hellsing #seras victoria #thanks for the ask!!#my asks #I have a couple of hcs of my own regarding alucard transforming into a dog #But im afraid if i share them people will think im a weirdo xD

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talesfromsiteredacted · 11 months

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Dinner and A Floor Show

My first actual date with Alto Clef, nothing too fancy. Just lasagna, a movie, and... my big fluffy goofball suddenly forgetting how to cat.

Six in the evening, dinner is in the oven, and I'm pacing the floor in my kitchen. Midway between my stove and my refrigerator, and I realize what I forgot to pick up at the shops: a bottle of wine. Probably not a good idea anyway, I do stupid things drunk. Not terminally stupid, challenge 173 to a staring contest dumb stuff, just... really embarrassing once soberish.

My doorbell chimes, too late to think about that now. Clef is here. I wipe my hands on my lemon print apron, and go answer the door. He's on time, impressive. Plus... he seems to have two bouquets, one of white roses for me, and... catnip for my furry junkie. I greet him with a big hug.

While I place the roses in a vase, Clef makes himself at home on my sofa. Liam tries making friends in his usual manner, thumping his hopeful friend in the leg with his fabulous tail until they either tell him off or, more likely, give in and pet him. Clef reaches down, Liam plows his head into his open hand.

"Wow, you're clearly friendly, buddy. How about some ear rubs?" Before long, Liam is purring like a jet engine. Achievement Unlocked: Friend? Friend! I sit down next to them. Never figured Clef for a cat person, but Liam is super friendly.

"Hey, dinner is still in the oven. Yes, I made lasagna. But... I might have forgotten about wine, alas."

"Dr. Clef to the rescue, hope you're okay with chianti. It was the only one I could stand, honestly." He hands me a bottle and I laugh. I recognize the label, it's from Dr. Right's private stash. "Had to cover a shift for that, so I hope it's good." We spend a few minutes talking before the timer goes off. At least... that's how it started. Before long though... well... let's just say we seem to both be into each other. Pretty sure if the timer didn't buzz I'd have burned the lasagna.

I break away to get dinner, and Clef follows me. He's checking out my kitchen, just observing. I plate up dinner, pour two glasses of wine. We take our meal into the living room. I turn on the TV.

"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" I'm flipping though the streaming services.

"It's been a rough week, I need to ridicule the everloving shit out of something horrible. Even worse than the cafeteria soups."

"Not to worry, Sugarbeard. I know just the director. Two words: Uwe Boll."

"Bring it. Let's start with the House of the Dead."

I put the movie on, and Clef just demolishes every decision the characters made, as well as two plates of lasagna. By the end of the movie, we're both a little tipsy. It's at this point Liam decided to be... silly. First, he got a pretty good dose of catnip. Then... he started with the kitty crack crazies. He zipped around the room, climbing the curtains. Then, lept on top of my bookshelf and knocked off a few plushies. He then stole one of the downed plushies, and began dragging around a Blooper by the tentacle. Blooper was then dropped into Clef's lap, followed by the inevitable crash after a half hour of being chaotic nuts. We're both laughing.

"Not gonna lie, Snowbunny. Liam is hilarious stoned." My crazy housemate is now passed out in the plushie pile, a Yoshi on his head askew. His chin is on Bowser's shell, and before long he's snoring.

We settle in to watch another absolute turkey. Not sure if it was the company or the fact that Uwe Boll can't direct for shit, but I don't remember much about what we wound up watching. I do remember the feel of his hands in my hair, his lips on me. I remember the feeling of absolute peace when we fell asleep on the couch together, him slipping under first. How blissful and serene he looked with his head on my chest, the light from the TV leaving highlights in his golden hair. The way he wrapped his arms around me. The man might have a reputation as the devil, but right now in this moment, he's divine. I press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, then I fall asleep.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #you had me at lasagna #date night

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thestupidhelmet · 2 years

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What if "Get of my boyfriend" never/didn't happened?

I mean like how would the kelso-entitled-possessive-behaviour thing (which is to an extent reasonable cause j was his first but a very, VERY slim, miniscule, un petit, bare minimum) can be resolved? Without the motive of tv exec/showrunners using this as clickbait (it's not the right term but you get what I mean, i hope lol) to pull and keep audiences attention (kelso's interference making the whole triangle thing an actual thing *smh* 😔).

How would JH's relationship progress in the long run? (Senior year, graduation, post graduation, turning 18, young adulthood and so on)

If Jackie had been aware of her lingering feelings of possessiveness for Kelso and worked through them in a healthy way -- or if she hadn't had those feelings at all, which is a distinct possibility considering all she'd experienced since "Kiss of Death" (2x20), then Jackie wouldn't have blurted out, "Get off my boyfriend!" at Annette in "Your Time Is Gonna Come" (5x13).

I chose to start with the above preface (and premise) for context.

Once Annette goes back to California, without having sex with Kelso -- since she makes clear in "Going to California" (5x01) that this isn't going to happen -- Kelso's pursuit of Jackie would continue. Previously, he'd tried giving her gifts, playing to her ego, and then making her jealous. All those schemes failed, so he'd come up with an even more insidious plan.

Since Kelso's attempts to draw Jackie's affections back to him flopped, he'd try to destroy Jackie's attraction to Hyde. He'd start with sharing the nasty things Hyde used to say about Jackie when Kelso and Jackie were dating and how Hyde tried to get Kelso to dump her. When that doesn't work, he'd try to plant doubt in Jackie's mind about Hyde's fidelity to her. Kelso would know that's a sore spot for her; he's the one who'd created it.

This scheme would create a reversal from Hyde being insecure about Jackie's feelings for him (vs. Kelso) to Jackie being insecure about Hyde's commitment to her and their relationship. This doubt would create conflict between Jackie and Hyde, and -- if written in-character -- Hyde, once he gets over his initial annoyance at her lack of trust -- would seek out advice from Eric, Donna, Fez, Kitty, and Red about what to do (similar to "Black Dog" [5x09]).

To the audience, his commitment to Jackie would be clear, but he'd have to figure out how to reassure Jackie about how deeply his feelings run for her. This would take him confronting his own insecurities and allowing himself to be vulnerable with (and to) her (as he is in "Cat Fight Club" [2x25], though more explicitly).

The writers, unfortunately, didn't connect J/H's S1-S3 relationship to their relationship in S5. This would have to happen, however, for Jackie and Hyde's relationship to continue. Hyde would sit Jackie down in private, in his room, and their conversation would go something like this:

Hyde: Remember our first date?

Jackie: Yeah, you took me to see Up in Smoke then paid for our dinner at The Hub.

Hyde: That wasn't our first date.

Jackie [after a moment]: You mean going for pizza on Veteran's Day?

Hyde: That's the one.

Jackie: What about it?

Hyde: Well, when I said it was no worse than bowling, I meant it.

Jackie: I still don't know what that means.

Hyde: It means, man, that I didn't hate the date. I didn't hate bein' with you ... and I didn't hate our kiss.

Jackie: But we hadn't kissed yet.

Hyde: Would ya try to follow me here? I felt something, all right?

Jackie: But you'd said --

Hyde: You felt nothin', so I lied. When you and Kelso got back together, it freakin' killed me. Why the hell do you think I kept messin' with you two?

Jackie: ... Oh, my God.

Hyde: But it goes further back than that. Didn't know it until Mrs. Forman shot me -- don't ask. I went to jail for you, Jackie, and kept my trap shut about the truth even after Laurie goaded Red into makin' me homeless. I'd do that crap for Forman or Donna 'cause they've been my best buds since I was six, but -- man -- are you gettin' when I'm saying here?

Jackie [growing emotional]: I want you to tell me. I need you to, Steven.

Hyde [scrubs his hand over his face]: I'm .... thought I was in love once. I was dead wrong. Then I thought I wasn't in love with someone else. I was dead wrong about that, too. You drive me freakin' crazy, but I'd go nuts without you. Got it?

Jackie: I think so.

Hyde: I need you to know it. [Slams fist against his chest.] This goes back before we sat on the hood of your dad's Lincoln that night. And it's gotten worse every damn day since.

Jackie: You mean better.

Hyde: I mean -- screw it.

He kisses her, more passionately than he ever has. They part, her a little dazed, but his mind and heart are clear.

Hyde: I love you. Doubt it'll stop. Believe me, I've tried. But even if we break up, this crap's with me for life, like a freakin' disease. [Jackie stares at him, seemingly incredulous.] What else do you want from me?

Jackie kisses him, matching the passion of their previous kiss. They part, him a little dazed, but her mind and heart are clear.

Jackie: I trust you. [She pats her heart.] I've been hurt a lot, but not by you. I won't hold you responsible anymore for what Michael did. ... I'm sorry.

Hyde: So what now?

Jackie: I'm not opposed to doing it.

Hyde [grinning]: Yes, dear.

Jackie giggles, and she and Hyde make out on his cot. In between kisses, she tells him she loves him, and he tells her he's in this -- meaning their relationship -- for the long haul. Otherwise, he never would've kept dating her once Kelso got back from California and their friends were so against it.

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With that foundation of love, trust, and communication established between them, their relationship would survive whatever conflicts came up, internally and externally. Kelso, seeing how united Jackie and Hyde are, would give up. He might stay away from the basement in protest, though, until his first encounter with Brooke.

From this point on, Jackie and Hyde's future is bright. Hyde would be in-character, supporting Jackie proactively when her mom comes back to town. Helping set up her graduation party instead of forgetting about it altogether. Convincing Jackie that the LoPPs are utterly unimportant but going to their Christmas party anyway, which helps Jackie to stop giving the LoPPs value (just as she did the cheer squad the previous Christmas).

Basically, their relationship plays out as it's doing in @those70scomics now. 😊

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #Jackie x Hyde #Jackie Burkhart #Steven Hyde #Ask #that-basket-case #Ficlet #My Essay #My Meta #Essay #Meta

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icedteaandoldlace · 2 years

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Do you have any Domestic Kamisco hc's maybe of their apartment?

Their Central City apartment is the same one Cisco had in seasons 3 and 4 (I paused scenes there obsessively to get the layout while working on a Barrisco roommates fic and determined that it is the same set, just rearranged in season 6). Kamilla moved in sometime between 6x01 and 6x05, partially because her apartment was small and cramped, partially because Iris pays better than The Liquid Kitty and/or because living together and splitting rent was just a smarter move than living separately, and partially of course because they just wanted to see more of each other in their day to day lives.

They both cook (and both clean), and have minimal issues with sharing a living space because this ain't their first rodeo (even though it is their first time living with a romantic partner). They enjoy making food for each other, but sometimes they cook together, and when they do, they play music and dance around in the kitchen.

Kamilla of course is the aficionado when it comes to mixing alcoholic beverages, and Cisco is when it comes to coffee (though they usually just go to Jitters for that). When Cisco gets it in his head to work on a better version of Barry's "bachelor party elixir," he consults Kamilla on how to make it taste better. He has to just trust her judgment, 'cause it's too strong for a non-speedster to taste test.

Kamilla is the designated bug squasher for harmful/creepy bugs, and the trap-and-release expert for good bugs like bees and non-venomous spiders, while Cisco handles getting the bigger pests out (geckos, tree frogs, a bird one time, etc.) when they have them.

In Star City, they have an actual house, a little near the outskirts of town so things are quieter and a bit more private. Cisco moved in first, naturally, but he didn't start unpacking (except for the everyday basics) until Kamilla finished up with her gallery showing in Miami and joined him there, then they both unpacked and decorated the place together. There are several framed photos throughout the house, lots of which were taken by Kamilla, but also old family pictures and the O.G. Team Flash photo Cisco used to keep in his workshop, plus a framed Citizen article or two, and of course the meme. There's also a place for Cisco's movie posters and a shelf for his model spaceships and whatnot, and for their joint collection of comic books.

When Caitlin gets to the acceptance stage in grieving Frost, she gives one of her abstract pieces to Kamilla, since she is the reason Frost got into art in the first place. They keep it on display in their living room.

Cisco functions on slightly less sleep than Kamilla. He's almost always the first one to wake up in the morning, even though Kamilla is usually the first to fall asleep. They get up at the same time, though (unless one of them decides to surprise the other by making breakfast), so the very first part of Cisco's day is spent lying in bed and just enjoying being there with Kamilla while he waits for her to wake up, too. This morning routine gets cut short when they get their cat, who starts nagging them for breakfast the moment it realizes Cisco is awake, and Kamilla frequently wakes up to their cat sniffing her face and nudging her with its paw.

They 100% have a catio and some other minor structures added inside the house to accommodate (spoil) their cat.

#The Flash #Kamisco #Cisco Ramon #Kamilla Hwang #ask #kara-night-light #s8 #headcanon

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Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun.

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up…

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration…

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed…

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth.

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes…

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it.

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?"

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else.

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me scenarios

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Canidae - Geto Suguru

Ah, my first hybrid au and full on yandere piece for jjk! A momentous occasion, I hope everyone likes it lol, femme reader btw. 7.5k words

part two

Content warnings: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, kidnapping, not a/b/o but there’s mentions of going into heat, size difference(although I’m not sure how well I wrote it), talking about a past murder(but no actual killing), choking, stalking, dumbification, kind of shy/skittish reader, drugging(w/ pills and w/ a syringe), brief mention of drug usage, needles, slimy men...there’s a lot of slimy men in here

(S/N) = stage name

It’s been about two months since you ran away from home. You try not to think about it, but in the quiet moments of the day, the hours that you should be using to sleep before your next shift, during meals and even at work, it creeps up like a sickness that just won’t leave.

You hadn’t wanted to leave your home, even if the people there weren’t really your family by blood. After being adopted by the Getou family in your late childhood, you thought life would get better. They seemed like a wonderful family of fox hybrids, all silky black hair and cunning little smiles. Although they weren’t in your same species family, as a house cat you could get along with them easily, a subtle praise to evolution for making foxes more like cats than dogs.

“Hey house cat, stop sulking by the bar and go talk to customers.” A slap on the wall next to you jolts you out of your thoughts and into the loud and bustling world around you.

“S-sorry boss.” Ducking your head away from your furious boss, you adjust the skimpy shorts and crop top that truly did nothing to hide your skin. Working at a seedy hostess bar wasn’t exactly the plan when you ran away, but they were the only place willing to hire you.

Looking out across the crowded bar floor, at least you didn’t have to worry about going out on the street and handing out flyers to get customers tonight. There were several men of different species and ages, sitting at the bar with dark liquor or having pretty bunny girls pour drinks from overpriced bottles at private tables.

Taking a glance at what table you’d been assigned, your stomach twisted in knots. It was a table full of lion men, their business suits wrinkled beyond hope and their manes even more disheveled than what was normal for a lion.

“Hey pretty kitty!” One of them shouted drunkenly, waving a large clawed hand at you as you shuffled closer.

“H-hello.” Giving a nervous wave, you felt a little better at seeing a coworker - a red panda hybrid - sitting between a few of them.

“Ah this is (S/N), she’s a newbie!” The girl, who called herself Fuyumi, announced. Holding up her glass in salute, she took a sip.

“Fresh meat huh?” Suddenly, all eyes were on you again, but the atmosphere shifted. A predatory look was shared between the group and a few men got up to let you slide into the booth, next to your coworker.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” A lion purred loudly next to you, putting a heavy hand around your arm and squeezing your shoulder.

“T-thank you! Let me- let me pour you a drink?” Shrinking under the weight and his lecherous gaze, you grabbed the liquor bottle they ordered and refilled a few drinks that needed to be topped up. Your ears were pressed flush to your head from the nerves, tail slightly puffed up behind you.

“So, your name is (S/N)?”

“Mhmm!” The stage name was something you thought of on the fly, trying to make it the least like your real name as possible. Accepting a drink from Fuyumi, you tried to ease the anxiety pricking at your skin.

Listening in on a story being told by one of the men, you tried to act like you were paying attention. Faking a smile, laughing loudly and keeping the drinks full - those were the only things on your mind. Not the clients walking by being escorted to secret back rooms or the people so obviously snorting something up at one of the tables in the back.

“(S/N), you’ve been quiet!” The man with his arm around you shook you side to side, his eyes falling to your breasts moving and being squished together when he squeezed you to him. “Tell us about yourself!”

“Uhm-” Taking a quick glance at Fuyumi, you cleared your throat. “Well I’m new to Tokyo-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He cut you off, an eager look in his eyes. You shook your head obediently. Even if you did have a boyfriend, you couldn’t say yes. You had to be seen as attainable, just within arms reach if they wanted to have you for themselves.

“That’s good, the boys in Tokyo won’t do you any good.” A man to your left chimed in. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest covered in golden fur. “But the men in Tokyo are a different story.” He winked at you and you forced a giggle up, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your slight displeasure.

“Yeah, what you need is a man, (S/N). You seem so nervous!”

“House cats usually are.” Fuyumi piped up. Grabbing your chin, she pursed your lips with the tips of her white painted claws. “Isn’t that right?” Cooing at you like a baby, she shook your head and turned you to face the men at the table. “(S/N) was so nervous for her interview she nearly cried!”

A round of mocking teases sounded at the table as Fuyumi let go of you, some of them calling you a ‘poor baby’ while others offered to buy you another round of drinks to help you feel better. Your face burned, embarrassment and the close proximity of all the bodies around you making a light sheen of sweat glisten on your skin.

“I’m fine now, though, promise!” Biting your lip, you did as you’d practiced before your shift: putting an arm under your breasts, you pushed it up and tilted your head down, looking up at the men from beneath your lashes. “I feel much better with all these big strong men here.”

It made you sick, the way they all leered at your body and visibly adjusted the front of their pants. Ordering a few more bottles for the table, the sick feeling refused to leave. It clung to the back of your throat, rising bile that refused to be swallowed down.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise and proper members of society were starting to head to work for the morning, you were finally done with work. The table of lions had bought your time for the whole night, their egos boosted by your show of submission.

“You actually did okay tonight, house cat.” Your boss grunted, thumbing through the cash she was counting. “Here’s your cut.” Holding out a handful of bills, you knew better than to question how much was in it. The last time you’d tried to speak up about being shorted, your only window was shattered by a brick and it cost all of your money to fix it.

“Thank you.” Nodding politely, you took it from her hand. It felt slightly larger than normal, but you knew it wasn’t the full amount you’d been promised to receive when you started working. There was always a bit taken off the top, and since you were a newbie, even more.

Quickly changing into baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, you slinked out of the club's back entrance with your hood drawn tightly. Located in the red light district, no one batted an eye at you or where you worked, but it wasn’t them you were worried about.

Running away from home meant running away from the only family you had left, an over controlling big brother with an obsession. An obsession with you. Ever since you met, got adopted all those years ago, he had been infatuated with you.

As a young, freshly teenaged fox, suddenly acquiring a little sister had been exciting. Especially when it turned out you weren’t the same species. He always wanted to be around you, ask you questions about what it was like to be a cat. At first they were innocent, asking about your diet and favorite toys, but as he got older, his interest in you skewed.

You saw the search history on his computer, he spent hours researching cat hybrid heat cycles and when the best time to mate was. He started to go through your phone, taking it away from you under the guise of just being an annoying older brother while secretly looking through all your messages. Always getting jealous if you hung out with friends or didn’t want to sit in his room with him. And his friends knew about his obsession, feeding into it and talking about how much they wished to have a little sister like you, and if he’d be so kind as to share.

Your older brother became more obsessed with you while he was looking for a job after university. Spending hours applying for jobs and going to interviews, he wouldn’t shut up about getting a good job and moving out with you. And when he finally got that good job he always mentioned, that’s when you had to run.

Walking with your head down through the streets, waiting at a crosswalk to pass had you on edge. Just remembering the way he held your hand in public with a grip tight enough to cut off circulation had you shoving your hands into your pockets. A couple walked across the street with their arms around each other, and suddenly the suffocating weight of your brother's arm around your waist as he slept in your bed with you was back.

Forcing air through your lungs, you ran the rest of the way home. It wasn’t a long way to the crummy apartment block you called home and you were inside your cramped studio space and crumpled against the door in no time.

It didn’t always feel good to be in here with it’s water stained ceilings, barely usable pipes and the one, barely big enough window near the front door. You could hardly call it a home, it was just a room with the mattress you bought second hand and the clothes you ran away with strewn across the floor with a tiny kitchen shoved into the corner and a bathroom that surely wasn’t up to code.

But for now, it felt amazing. Your running had only exacerbated the exhaustion you had from working such grueling hours, and just crawling over to your dirty bed took all the energy you had left. With the sun beginning to rise properly into the sky, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

The sudden alarm from the crappy phone you bought was what woke you up, the early evening sun and the sound of your neighbors yelling at one another through the walls pulling the last few bits of sleep from the edges of your mind.

And so do the set of crystal blue eyes staring in at you from your window, one that not even you can see out of because it’s too high.

“Sat-” The name catches in your throat, and when you blink again the eyes are gone. Rushing out of bed, you rip open the front door and look up and down the hallway. But there’s no one there, no bright white arctic fox fur to be seen, and certainly not the man attached to it.

Gripping the door tightly in your fingers, you linger in the threshold. The longer you stayed out, the more the vivid eyes watching you sleep became a memory, something your overworked mind must have conjured up as it went from sleeping to being awake. With a shaky sigh, you step back into your apartment to get ready for your next shift.

Meandering through the busy streets, you passed by shops that were starting to become familiar to you. There was the odd convenience store, a few illegal gambling dens with restaurant fronts, strip clubs and sex shops.

With time to kill before your shift, you dashed into a convenience store, it’s stark fluorescent lighting a nice switch from the everchanging neon signs outside. Scrounging up what little pocket change you had, you bought the cheapest food possible and sat down at the tiny table near the windows.

Eating slowly, trying to savor not only every bite but every minute before going back to work, a flash of white caught your eye as the convenience store door was opened. The little jingle that played was the only indication someone had actually entered, you barely saw the door open or close.

You could only see a glimpse of the pure white, not even a full on look. Glancing over your shoulder, you didn’t see anyone standing in the aisles, no ears stuck out to give you an indication as to who had come in.

But there was the feeling of being watched that had you on edge. When you turned fully away from the window to look at the store behind you, there wasn’t anyone watching you, yet the feeling still stuck. The target on your back had just been shot dead center, a sharp pang of fear gripped your heart the longer you looked at the seemingly empty aisles.

“Long way from home, little kitten.” A familiar face emerged from your right, but it wasn’t the man you thought it was.

“N-nanami?” It was a shock to see him in a neighborhood like this, his pristine suit more fitted for the financial district a few train stops over that he sometimes visited for work. He was in his usual suit, the one he liked to wear when he was over at your house, and his blond ears and tail were as immaculately trimmed and proper as ever.

“Hm, you’re not calling me Kento-nii anymore?” He said scornfully, sliding into the seat next to you and leaning his elbows on the table.

“Sorry, Kento-nii.” Bowing your head, you turned back to the table as well. Clenching your quivering hands in your lap, your claws dug into your skin to try and ground yourself. Kento hadn’t even said much and yet you were ready to pass out.

“Why’d you run away? You know we all miss you.” Leaning his head in his hands, Kento stared out the window at the people walking by. His lip curled a little in disgust, and a low growl rumbled from the back of his throat. “This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”

“You know why I had to leave.” Staring down at your hands, your eyes burned as you blinked away tears at the memories forcing their way back to you.

“I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Kento-nii, please-” Your voice trembled, catching in your throat as it broke.

“Tell me, (Y/N). Why did you leave?”

“S-su-” It made you want to throw up just saying his name, so you didn’t. “He killed our parents.” Saying it out loud made the painful burn behind your eyes grow stronger until you were blinking hot tears down your cheeks.

“That’s not true.” Kento said calmly while turning to you. “Your parents died from-”

“Don’t lie for him!” You shouted, finally looking up at Kento. As soon as your voice raised, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, forcing your head against his chest and pulling you into a tight hug. Dipping his head down, Kento’s chin brushed your ears as he pressed his lips to them.

“Listen little kitten, you know better than to raise your voice at me. And you know better than to lie.” The fingers around your neck tightened and Kento dug the tips of his claws against your pulse. “Your parents died in a murder-suicide, nothing more nothing less.”

“Let go!” You sobbed, thrashing around in his hold. It was truly useless to try and fight against him. Foxes - and truly, a lot of other hybrid types - were much larger and stronger than you. There wasn’t any chance you had at trying to beat him in strength, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” Fully enclosing his hand around your neck, Kento squeezed the air from your throat and shut down the subsequent scream that followed. Reduced to whimpering, you stilled your body and tried to tug his hand off.

Gasping and choking when he finally let you go, your body was weak from the lack of oxygen and you fully slumped into Kento’s hold. Struggling to catch your breath, there was little solace you could find in his hand stroking between your shoulder blades.

“Come home, (Y/N).” He said gently, like he was coaxing a child into eating their unwanted vegetables.

“No.” Shaking your head weakly, your body trembled violently. Kento didn’t need to speak for you to know he wasn’t pleased with your answer, the pregnant pause that followed was enough.

“Why must you be so difficult, hm?” With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Kento let you sit upright again. Tsking at your bloodshot eyes dripping with tears, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped your face clean.

Your lower lip shook as you looked up at him, honey colored eyes to match his blonde hair. Vertical pupils stared back at yours, the only thing the two of you really had in common.

“I’ll ask one more time: will you come home with me, (Y/N)?” Cupping your cheek, Kento wiped the snot dripping from your nose and the drool that had started to drip past your lip. “If you say no one more time, I can’t promise anything.”

“Kento-nii…” Sniffling pathetically, you blinked hard and shook your head.

“(Y/N).” Groaning in annoyance, Kento dropped his hands and put his head back. “I don’t think you’re listening-”

“Y-you listen to me!” Standing up abruptly, your chair fell over from the force and loudly clattered to the ground. “I’m never going back there! Not ever!” It was dangerous to shout at Kento, especially as you saw his pupils begin to dilate. Out of all your brothers friends, he was the one who took the rules most seriously.

Grabbing the food you had left, you ran out of the convenience store. As your feet slammed against the pavement, you didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see if he was chasing after you. Kento hadn’t been the type to play those sort of chase games back at home, but the desperation to have you back in that house was strong enough that he just might follow you.

Running all the way to the clubs back entrance, you slipped inside and hid in the storage room. No one truly bothered to come back there anyway, it was the perfect place to hide behind a few untouched boxes until it was time for your shift.

“Hey house cat, someone personally requested you.” Your boss grunted when she saw you, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

“Who is it?” Attempting to look at the clipboard in her hands, you didn’t quite catch the name of the person that was written down.

“Who cares, it’s some rich fox wearing glasses. He’s at the back, you can’t miss his white hair.”

“What?” Your eyes shot open, heart stopping as her words bounced around your skull. It was too much of a coincidence that Kento had found you and now a white haired fox had requested you.

“Hey.” Grabbing you by the shoulder, your boss glared at you and turned your body around. “Get to work already and stop zoning the fuck out. You don’t want to make me put you on flyer duty do you? There’s some weirdos out tonight that would just love-”

“No! No, I’m sorry ma’am. I’ll get going right away.” Stepping away from her tight hold, you tried not to tremble as you walked to the back table. As you got closer, your knees nearly gave out on you as the fear you had was materializing right before your eyes.

It was indeed Gojo Satoru, your brother's best friend and the deadliest arctic fox you’ve ever come to know. With his pristine snow white hair and ears, keen blue eyes and those trademark dark sunglasses he wears, there was no mistaking him.

“Hey, little sister.” He crooned as you slid into the booth next to him, keeping a healthy distance between the two of you. “Missed ya.”

“Toru-nii, why are you here?” Keeping your eyes locked on the melting ice in his cup, you could barely breathe from the weight of your fear. There wasn’t anything that Satoru couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do. He’d always been the smartest, the strongest, he could beat any hybrid in anything he set his mind to, even with clear biological differences set between them.

“What do you mean why am I here? I’m here to see my favorite little kitten at her new job!” Throwing his arms open wide, Satoru had an easy smile on his face despite your obvious discomfort. “Although, I can’t say you’re doing very well so far. My glass is still empty.”

Wordlessly, you stiffly poured him a drink and slid the glass over to him. Pouring one for yourself as well, you clinked your glasses together when he raised it and took a short sip. Usually you didn’t drink on the job, getting the bartenders to mix you something that was mostly pure juice. But tonight you needed to take a bit of edge off.

“Please just go.” Forcing the words out of your tight throat, a wave of nausea washed over you as Satoru put his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave here without you.” His lips brushed your ears like they used to back at home, but this time he wasn’t whispering crude little jokes to get you to giggle. Sliding his hand from your shoulder to around your ribs, Satoru quickly overwhelmed your personal space with the size of his body.

“Toru!” You gasped as his claws dug into your ribs, threatening to push through the spaces and break them entirely. Tugging on his hand, you looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to your lonely little table in the back.

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Kento already tried to be nice and you were just so mean to him.”

“T-toru-nii, please!” Desperate tears sprang to your eyes as every word he spoke was punctuated with a tightening grip around you.

“And here I thought we trained you to be a good girl, (Y/N), I really did. But good girls don’t yell at their big brothers, they don’t lie and-” Satoru broke off to send a charming smile to a few passing hostesses before returning to you, “They certainly don’t run away.”

A choked sob racked through you, drowned out by the loud music being played overhead. In your struggle to get his hand off, you hadn’t realized Satoru slid you onto his lap until it was too late and he could wrap both long arms around you.

Forced to lean back against his lanky body, his fluffy white tail wrapped around yours, deftly hugging it close to him. Engulfing your scantily clad body, Satoru burrowed his nose between your ears, inhaling the scent he always said he liked back home.

“I’ve always wanted to see you wear something like this, ya know.” Thumbing the edge of your crop top, Satoru dipped his fingers underneath the fabric. “Always wanted to dress you up and play pretend, be my cute little hostess for the night.”

“Stop.” Grabbing his wrist, your eyes desperately searched for someone to come save you. But being seated at a table so far in the back of the club was playing to Satoru’s advantage; no one really paid attention to the back of the club because that’s where the truly shady things happened.

“C’mon kitty, play with me.” Satoru whined, bouncing you on his lap a few times. He was always childish, always whining for you to pay attention to him whenever he got the chance, and now was no different. You couldn’t see it, but you knew he had that trademark silly smile on his face regardless of the fact he had a death grip on your body.

“Toru-nii.” Jutting your lip out in a pout, you finally lurched your upper body forward enough to look at him over your shoulder.

“There’s that cutesy little face I missed.” Cooing at you, Satoru loosened his grip enough to let you sit sideways across his lap. Forcing you to wrap an arm around his middle, Satoru kept a tight grip on your back.

“Toru-nii…” Fiddling with the fabric of his shirt, you stole a glance at the eyes staring right through you. “Why do you- why are you helping him so much? You know what he did, I don’t-”

“I helped him do it.”

“What?” Your jaw fell slack and you stared right at him.

“Look, there’s no point in lying to you.” Leaning forward, Satoru grabbed his drink and took a generous swig. “I helped your brother kill your parents and stage it. We even practiced on a few drifters before moving onto the real deal.” Satoru’s smile had fallen, an unfamiliar serious look taking its place.

“You have no idea how long we all planned it, all three of us. Kento took care of your trust fund and the insurance, I subdued your parents and got them in position, and Suguru was the one who pulled the trigger.”

Tears were streaming down your face, smearing the makeup you’d put on, dripping into your open mouth. All other noise in the club fell away, leaving your ears ringing loudly from the silence in your head. Air was barely coming in or out of your lungs, your throat too tight to properly breathe.

“We had it all planned out perfectly, but then you just had to go and mess it up.” Satoru landed a swift slap to your thigh. “You just had to be a bad kitty and run off.” A second slap knocked the air back into you and your body jerked back.

“Toru-nii, why?!” Your scream was loud enough to be heard over the music, and Satoru looked around at the few curious eyes that were now looking at you, his ears flattening against his head as he forced a smile.

“We had to do it (Y/N), so we could all live together as a pack.”

“B-but we already had one.” Sure, you didn’t necessarily need to live in a group but it was nice to be in your adoptive family's pack and be surrounded by their love and care.

“That one...wasn’t the right fit.”

“For who?” Sniffling loudly, you wiped the snot from your nose. “Who wasn’t it right for?” It had been perfectly fine for you. There wasn’t any fighting, no strained dynamics and when your parents were alive, there wasn’t an overbearing older brother trying to completely consume you.

“You’ll do much better in the pack we have now, (Y/N).” Gripping your upper thigh tightly, Satoru leaned forward to press his lips against your ears once more. “Your big brothers will take great care of you.” A sound got caught in your throat, something halfway between a gasp and a scream.

“T-toru-Toru-nii.” A fresh wave of tears pricked your eyes and you blinked hard to keep them at bay. “Can I use the restroom? I just- I really need to use it.” Satoru stilled for a moment, sizing up your words and his options.

“Alright, but be quick.” Slowly releasing the tight hold he had on you, you could finally breathe again. Sliding out of the booth, you bolted to the employee bathroom and collapsed against the far wall.

There wasn’t a way out of the club without Satoru seeing. Even if you ran out the backdoor, he would still see you coming out of the bathroom. The front door was no use, there were too many people you would have to maneuver around.

“And then I said- what the hell, house cat? Are you drugged out?” A few bunny girls walked in, their long floppy ears decorated with silk ribbon. They never really spoke to you, but they weren’t mean to you either.

“My client- he’s just- I-” Stammering, you couldn’t find the words to explain the situation.

“Is he being a fucking freak?” Sauntering up to you, they tugged you up from the floor to lean against the sink counter. Sighing loudly as you nodded, one of them pulled out a small baggie from her bra, a few red pills tucked safely inside. “Here, slip one in his drink and he’ll be out like a light. Then you can have security escort him out.”

“No, he’ll notice.” Satoru would notice without a doubt if you tried to slip something into his drink. He was always watching you, sometimes more than your brother was.

“Alright well I’ll mix a drink and bring it to him, tell him he gets a free drink as a first time customer.”

“You’d do that, really?” You were nearly beside yourself with a sudden rush of hope.

“Yeah, why not? It’s been a while since I’ve had to drug a client. Plus, we can’t have our newest recruit quitting on us already!” Giving you a cheeky wink, the girls sent you on your way, promising to handle it swiftly.

Returning to the table, Satoru pulled you onto his lap once more. You didn’t struggle or make a single peep as his arms wound around you again. His grip was much softer now, not threatening to bruise and crush you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the girls you talked to walk to the bar. They didn’t look at you at all, going straight to the bartender and whispering a few things in their ear. Attempting to make conversation with Satoru, you didn’t have to wait long for them to come to your table.

“Hi sir, we heard it was your first time here!” One of the girls shouted, bouncing on her heels and making her ears flop around.

“Mhmm, so we thought it would be a nice treat to give you a drink on the house!” Another girl came up, setting down a bright pink cocktail. “Go ahead and try it, I bet you’ll like it!”

“Hm, okay.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru grabbed the drink and took a sip, smacking his lips together at the flavor and then taking another. “This isn’t bad, thank you!”

“Of course sir, our pleasure.” Winking at the both of you, they walked away slowly, keeping their eyes on Satoru and fully turning away after seeing him down half the drink.

Satoru always did like a bit of liquor, and it would quickly be his downfall. The drink was a sweet fruity concoction to mask the bitter pill as it dissolved and Satoru’s deadly sweet tooth was hooked immediately.

You didn’t even fully wait for him to pass out before getting out of his lap. His heavy head bobbed side to side, his words slurred not like you’d heard before and his arms had fallen slack off of you. Only his droopy eyes could seem to follow you, silently demanding you to stay in place.

Throwing on your outside clothes in the back room, you kept your hood tightly drawn as you ran from the club. You weren’t worried about pissing your boss off and having to deal with the repercussions, you wouldn’t be returning to that place ever again.

Bursting through your front door, you grabbed whatever clothes you could and shoved them into your bag. The small stack of bills you kept hidden in the bathroom was a welcomed weight to your growing pile, there was enough to at least buy a train ticket and a hot meal a good distance from Tokyo.

Under the cover of the moonless night, you tried to stick to the back alleys on your way to the station that would take you out of town. It paid off to live in such a seedy area, you knew all the ins and outs and where to go to avoid being seen.

Popping your head out from an alleyway, the street before you was deserted. A long string of old warehouses called the street home, their brick and mortar facades well worn from time. Dodging the streetlights as best you could, you could practically taste freedom on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh little sister.” A voice rang out into the dead street, an eerie song sung on the lips of the one man you’d never wanted to see again. Keeping as still as possible, your eyes burned from not blinking, and your lungs from not breathing.

His slow, methodical footsteps scraped across the cement ground, echoing in the silence and heightening your anxiety with every slow drag of his feet. As the sound drew closer, you pressed yourself against the doorway of a warehouse. There wasn’t any way you could outrun your brother, so you had to devise a plan to outsmart him when he got close enough.

“Little sister, I’ve been looking for you.” Suguru came to a halt right in front of you, his towering build casting a shadow over you in the already dark alcove. He was wearing what he had on the last time you saw him, a simple black tracksuit and his favorite slides. His hair had gotten a little longer, resting a few inches past his shoulder blades with the top half in a bun.

Quirking a brow, Suguru hummed low in his chest, reaching an arm out and resting a hand next to your head. His long black claws scraped against the wood of the door, his hand easily large enough to encompass your whole face and then some. The natural musky scent of his body was sickeningly familiar, like you’d only gone just a few hours without smelling it.

“Tell me, did you have fun playing hide and seek with your big brother?” Flashing two rows of gleaming white and perfectly straight canine teeth, Suguru leaned over you, the expanse of his chest blocking out any wiggle room. “I hope you did, because I’m done playing now.”

“Y-you’re not my- my big brother anymore.” Screwing your eyes closed, you twisted your head away from him as much as you could.

“Don’t say such things, (Y/N), you’ll hurt my feelings.” Suguru laughed dryly, clearly unamused.

“Getou li- ahh!” In a flash Suguru had his other hand around your neck, lifting you up to dangle on your tiptoes as he choked you.

“Don’t you ever call me that again, do you fucking understand?” Staring at you with unblinking eyes, Suguru squeezed hard. When your eyes started to roll to the back of your head he let go, stepping back slightly to let you fall to the ground.

Struggling to regain your breath, you tried to crawl away through the small gap left between the wall and him. You barely got one full step before Suguru grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, forcing you to stand and practically dangling you in the air like a doll.

“What’s this?” Seeing the sliver of skin underneath the hoodie, Suguru wrenched it off of you. Your sweats came off shortly after and you were exposed to the elements and his growing glare. “Care to explain why you’re half fucking naked?”

“G-” You started but quickly pressed your lips closed at the sharp look he sent you. “Suguru, just let me go.”

“Answer my fucking question.” His tone left no room for further argument, and you slowly drew your arms over your exposed midriff.

“I started working at a...a hostess bar.” Your words hung in the air, the weight of them heavy and clinging to every part of you. Suguru’s face made no change, the only thing that tipped you off to his anger was the intense flaring of his nostrils.

“My precious little sister has been working at a hostess bar for the past two months? You’ve been dressed like this every night, getting stared at and perved on by god knows what kind of men? You ran away for this?” Suguru’s voice was far too steady for the situation, spiking the already high adrenaline in your blood.

“Suguru please-”

“And it seems you’ve forgotten the number one rule. You know what you’re supposed to call me.” Backing you up onto the door again, Suguru’s fluffy black tail flicked out behind him, it’s long drawn out shadow swaying back and forth.

“You’re not my brother.” Licking your lips nervously, your eyes followed his tail. There was no way you could look him in the eye after saying that. Suguru began to laugh, a cold and hollow sound from the base of his throat that sent a chill down your spine.

“And why exactly is that?” Slamming both hands down on either side of your head, he leaned down to make eye contact with you, his pupils blown wide against his already pitch black irises.

“You know.” Forcing the words out of your mouth, you curled into yourself as much as you could.

“No, I don’t.” Speaking slowly, Suguru waited just a few seconds before slamming his hands down again. “Tell me little kitten, right now!” You let out a piercing scream, covering your face with your hands.

“You killed our parents! You killed them and I heard you fucking do it!” Coming face to face with your adopted brother, the man that killed your parents in cold blood, and having to talk to him about it were all making your head spin.

“No, no I didn’t do that, honey. You’ve got it all wrong.” Suguru’s voice dropped low, instantly adopting a soothing tone. His fingers toyed with the edges of your ears, brushing the soft fur gently. “Mommy and daddy...they had problems. And I know it must be hard to believe, but they did it to themselves.”

“You’re such a liar!” Smacking his hand away from your ears, you glared at him, frustrated tears stewing on your lash line. “I heard you shoot them Suguru! I heard mom-” Your voice cracked, and the tears began to stream down your face. “I heard her tell you not to do it.”

Falling silent, Sugurus face remained neutral. His hand remained in the air from when you smacked it away, and the only indication he was still alive was the subtle flicker of his eyelids and the way his chest barely moved as he breathed.

“I knew I should have drugged you more.” He finally broke the silence, putting his hand back on the door to keep you trapped. Everything Suguru did felt like you were watching it in slow motion. The way he drew in a deep breath, expanded his chest and arms out wide and then drew you into a tight, bone crushing embrace all felt like it happened too slow. Like you should have been able to prevent it.

“Suguru!” You screamed his name from the top of your lungs, throat quickly going raw from the volume of your shouts. “Let me go! Let me go!” Writhing around, you felt the air quickly being squeezed out of you.

“It doesn’t matter now though. It’s all in the past!” Laughing to himself, Suguru took a few steps back, going to the middle of the deserted street and under a light post. “That’s right! The past! No need to worry about it, what’s done is done!”

“Su-Sugu-nii! Sugu-nii please!” You finally broke. You finally called him what he had trained you to call him for all those years. Your precious big brother.

“Oh how I missed hearing you call me that!” Still laughing, Suguru let out a loud hum. “I think I should record you saying that so I can play it over and over whenever I need my fix.”

“Sugu-nii, please!” The tears of frustration were now turning to tears of fear and desperation. The squeezing had stopped, you could just barely suck in air, but your feet still dangled off the ground. “Please let me go- this isn’t okay!”

“What does a dumb little kitten know about what is and isn’t okay?”

“Sugu!”

“You’re just a stupid little baby who got scared without her mommy and daddy and ran away. Well don’t worry, my darling sister, Sugu-nii is here to take care of you.” Nuzzling his nose against your ears affectionately, Suguru sighed contently. “We’ll be a family again, just like before. You’ll be with the pack just like you’re supposed to.”

“I’m not- not even a fox, Sugu!” Your chances of leaving his hold anytime soon were quickly diminishing, there wasn’t much you could say - if anything - to convince him to stop. “I don’t need to live in a pack, I don’t- I’m not a canine at all!”

“Hm, like that matters. Foxes act more like cats anyway.” Shrugging his shoulders, Suguru put his hand on the back of your head, raking his nails softly against your scalp. He was holding you now like a baby doll, the arm that had previously been crushing you against him now coming to rest under your bottom and cradle you.

Something caught your eye, making you twist away from Suguru in hopes that it was someone that had heard the screams and was coming to save you. Your heart deflated just as quickly as it swelled when it was Kento who had appeared, a metal briefcase in his hands.

“Look, Kento-nii is here. Go to him.” Putting you on your feet, Suguru nudged you forward. Your knees locked, refusing to move toward the imposing figure.

“It wasn’t nice to drug Gojo like that, little kitten. He’s passed out in the back of the car as we speak, you’ll have to apologize to him when he wakes up.” Kento closed the distance between the two of you, eyes glowering and brows tightly knit together.

“How did you-”

“You think just because you run away we can’t track your scent? How do you think we found you at the club after you so rudely left our conversation? Just a few sniffs and it was like you walked us right there.” Flicking the briefcase open, Kento’s face was obscured as he began to dig around for the contents. “I was waiting by the backdoor of that shitty little club, I had a feeling Gojo wouldn’t be able to convince you to come back and you’d make a run for it again, and you did. It was far too easy to call up Getou and let him know.”

The words Kento was saying were barely sticking inside your head, your complete focus going to the loaded syringe he had pulled out from the briefcase and was now holding in his hands, an almost bored expression on his face.

Taking a step back as he took one forward, you bumped into Suguru’s chest. He made a tsking noise, quickly sliding an arm under your chin and another around your middle to keep you from moving.

“Stop! Stop, Sugu-nii please!” The tears that dripped down your face didn’t matter anymore. Your voice going hoarse from all the screaming didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. At least, nothing you wanted mattered.

“Just try to be calm, little sis. Kento will be quick.” Suguru chuckled darkly, resting his chin atop your head. Any further words you had dissolved into frantic screams as Kento grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from your body.

Pushing the needle into you, he injected you with a serene face. Like he had practiced this before, almost as if he was a doctor giving you a flu shot. Whatever was in the syringe was gone quickly, Kento unloading the whole vial into you before calmly placing it back in the briefcase and shutting it.

“Don’t cry baby.” Suguru cooed, pressing a flurry of kisses on your head as he loosened his hold and began to wipe the tears off your face.

“Sugu- Kento-” You were losing track of the world and fast. Things blurred together, the crisp edges of Kento’s body were melting into the brick walls behind him. Your limbs were giving out on you and Suguru was quick to pick you up and cradle you like he had done before.

“Sshh, just go to sleep.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru whispered softly, giggling at the way you closed your heavy eyes and relaxed into his embrace. “We’ll be home before you know it. One big happy family.”

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