#what was their excuse for nerfing my girl like that

[technovillain]

Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!

tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.

Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.

Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.

Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.

Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.

Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]

Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!

#redesign #psychonauts #ask #anonymous #.txt

[tyran-the-tyranical]

Hope & The Boudoir

Edit: URM, seems like there’s discourse abt this topic on Twitter as well, and I personally don’t like the idea of anything actually happening to hope in that way, and there’s definitely a sound argument to be made whether it did or not, and you have to remember that hope is an unreliable narrator (not her own fault ofc) but so is everyone else in HoH tbh, and I’ve seen some good points in favour of her just being made to watch what happens in the boudoir rather than “participating” though that still doesn’t excuse anything and once again I have to reiterate how much I hate how vague they left it

I saw the clip of Hope talking abt the boudoir making the rounds on Twitter again and I just have to have another lil tiny lil teeny weeny tiny lil rant abt it.

I 100% take what Hope says in game for face value, I think you could try argue that perhaps she meant it as she saw the gross shit that goes down in the boudoir but for me I’m going with Occam's razor and believing the simplest answer, that being that bad bad shit happened to my girl in that boudoir.

Now, personally though, I really really hate that part especially, mostly cause I love hope man, she’s manic, she’s wholesome, she’s great, and specifically anything relating to yknow SA done to her really irks me, BAD, like I’m crazy and I’m not excusing the dudes weird ass behaviour but Raphael, for me at least, would still come across as likeable even with the torture and weird shit he’s done to his debtors but SA for me I feel really dampens him for me, ALOT, like a wet blanket a lot (and yea that’s probably why they included it but my god it does not work they way they intended)

Raphael is a devil of course, he comes across as flattering and suave to us the player on purpose because behind all that he’s a nasty lil guy, but to have him to such an extreme of the likes of Cazador and more (you get what I mean) just ruins him a lot for me personally, like I can take pathetic lil man who supposedly sleeps poorly with a copy of himself, or his weird punishments for his debtors, or anything else in his lil house of horrors but SA is a straight line that he crosses and I don’t understand it, like for what purpose, Hm? You already nerfed this man, why leave no trace of like ability left

Look, I get wanting the player to have a reason to hate the guy and want to kill him, I mean that’s what Hopes entire existence is for basically, and I mean, isn’t torturing her enough? Why add such a gruesome act upon her, that in my humble opinion destroys another character completely. I know I sound very hypocritical, he tortures her, he kills people, OK, who hasn’t in the game? (I jest) but look, we have characters like Astarion, Minthara, Lae’zel and more who kill, enjoy it, not to mention liking the torture and suffering of others

I really prefer Raphael’s Neutral status in game, he’s the fox watching the cat and mouses game, a third party enjoying the show from the sidelines, I also get that they made him charming and likeable on purpose,(I’m insane) but he can even come across as some anti-hero for the hells or something lol, but it’s such a goddamn rugpull to have him on the same levels as Cazador and other worse off characters.

I get that he probably gets it from his father, as he himself has done even worse things from what I’ve read (the baby eating and I guess every woman he’s had a kid with), idk I just saw Raphael as a lesser evil but my bad I guess, but bro is cooked like wtf, I have to kill him every run now I’m sorry lol. I don’t think I can go back to being delusional, like his character was so whole and finished for me up until I learned a born Hopes specific line about the Boudoir, now he’s kind of, ehhhh, icky, ew.

ANOTHER THING, ASTARION- astarions whole story line delves into the serious topic of SA, and is arguably one of the best storylines in game bc of how much care and respect went into it, which is a lot considering alot of media depicting that kind of stuff treats it so so so poorly, BUT MY GIRL HOPE ONLY GETS ONE THROW AWAY LINE??!! She was done so dirty fr, like her entire experience was smushed into a kinda vague line about the boudoir and her time there and that’s it????

Hope gets a one off line about not going to the Boudoir willingly and it being icky and THATS IT?! EXCUSE ME?!!!!!? I’m dying here, once again, personally, anything related to SA should have a lot of care put into it and at the very bare minimum not just a throw away line like my god. Cause it really is just that one line, I really don’t think it has a place there, especially since they didn’t put anything more to it, or to Hope for that matter.

It’s just so infuriating to have such a serious topic used as a device/tool to go, “oh he’s just really evil, yeaaaa, and not only does he torture ppl, Nono, he puts them in his Boudoir with his incubus, Hm hmmm, and bad stuff goes down” LIKE, you already achieved the narrative set up of making Raphael look pathetic and I guess even more evil and sadistic with his whole kidnapping and torture of hope, you didn’t need to add SA just to make him look worse at that point it feels like decoration, just a lil shitty cherry on top, the cherry being whole ass SA, LIKE WHATTTT.

The topic in general I feel like is treated so poorly in media, and it’s so jarring to see it done so well with Astarion to see it fall so low with Hope, and as it stands I feel like it has no real important narrative purpose and only works to undermine and I mean undermine some likeable characters (that including Haarlep since he’s most likely the one doing it) , I’ll never get over this, at least if you’re going to go to that extreme yknow give it something more, like, the way they did it isn’t the worst thing imaginable, it’s just out of no where and extremely vague and I feel has no greater purpose.

I’m extremely biased here, one, I love hope girl, she’s got my respect, heads will roll, slay queen, ect, and she’s already been through so much shit and like I said before it feels unnecessary and just another thing to add to the pile of evil things he could possibly do just to make him look worse so the player would wanna kill him. Second, I also really like Raphael, but SA is a line that I won’t even let him cross without disdain, like I hate it being there so much, I want to reiterate I’m also a big hypocrite because I can look pass yknow, the torture and killings 💅, but not SA no.

But aren’t they all just fictional characters? Who cares, like who you want- NO. Look if I could change one thing in the entire game it would probably be giving Wyll more content but if I could change TWO things about the game I would either remove Hopes line about the boudoir or change it slightly, once again, having my cake and eating it too 💅.

Like, one last thing, because I think it’s what irks me the most, but, her line about it being icky ect, that gives it all away so much, and is abit too visceral man, like I understand it’s on purpose of course, I get that, but I think that’s especially why I can’t stand to hear her talk about it 🥺👉👈 baby girl Nooooooo, like it’s extremely fucked and it’s all in that one line like what 😭 give my girl some respect is all I’m saying, at the very least, and I rlly like Raphael as a character, he’s a goofy lil nasty lil gremlin, but SA is a complete no for me, damn, I miss being delusional, I’m going back to being delusional, I’m just gonna pretend that line, Hm, that line doesn’t exist, yknow what? AU time, Hope and Korilla never met Raphael actually and are holidaying in the Bahamas, you go ladies, Slayyyyy

#bg3 raphael #bg3 hope #bg3 haarlep #raphael bg3 #baldurs gate raphael #I’ve already ranted about this but justice for my girl hope man #I’m actually so delusional is rotting my brain #baldur's gate raphael #raphael the cambion #house of hope

[strawberry-spectre]

what are your thoughts about valentine potentially being included in g3 at some point?? what changes would you make to his design for g3 if you were in charge?

ok this is SO exciting!! I really hope that he's in G3 because it could continue his G1 story of self-discovery, self-love, true love, and all that (highly unlikely but let me be delulu). I'm kind of scared for what they might do to his story because if it's anything other than 'closeted gay discovers it's okay to be gay', I'll go suprised pikachu. But then again, it's G3, which is basically completely new characters but with G1 names soooooooo... I'm PRAYING that they don't nerf him.

G3 feels like it's trying REALLY hard to be 'gen Z' and 'cool' and I don't think that'll work for Valentine (I still love the representation though esp Frankie) but I'll try to tone it down. 'Valentine is closeted gay, he's scared what his mother might think, he forces himself to be straight and date girls, he goes to Monster High, he meets Ellis (who is Spelldon check out Zalea's post abt that), those two develop feelings for each other, he learns to accept himself, he comes out to his mother, she doesn't quite understand but is trying her best, the end'. Personally, it's nothing compared to his G1 story but it fits in well enough with the other G3 stories so :,) For his design, I would probably go with those pirate outfits you see on tiktok, white or red blouse, couple of belts and black leather pants with red or black heeled boots. I'd add a few gold rings, some necklaces and maybe a single earring too lol. Oh and definitely glasses :3. For his hair, I think layered black shoulder length with red peekaboo would work well. Maybe some smudged eyeliner lol.

(click for better quality) pls excuse my attempt at a moodboard but this is what i have in mind ^^

Thank you for the ask!!

#monster high #kieran valentine #spelldon cauldronello #spelldon x valentine #spelltine #love spell #monster high g3

[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 22 - 24

Episode 22:

Yeah Thran, you SHOULDN'T be there! Why are you with the Pirates in the first place other than you knowing the plot needed you to help out there?

I'll always love how that memory wipe device is literally just the one from Men in Black

Honestly can't believe the Xenons haven't scored yet

Oop! Spoke too soon!

WHYYYYYYYY DID YOU LEAVE SHARKY'S CAMERA INTACT!!!! He was snapping with that thing all the time, I don't believe the Pirates would fuck up that badly. Even if Harris's cat hadn't found it, Hush Sharky could've just woken up, seen the pictures, assumed he'd had his memory wiped (in season 1 Aarch seemed to have the common knowledge that Pirates do that), or he'd had a fun night lol, and then published the photos anyway! He would've spun some made up story from them! WHY IS CAMERA

YESSSSSS MEI!!!!! epic goal

fsdkjfsdkjdfs look at this

Yeah with Vega controlling the team Paradisia girls they do feel more like androids, even if they're not supposed to be. How much of this is control and how much is their own free will? Spooky

THRAN IS ON FIRE! YOUR DEFENCE IS TERRIFIED! 🎵 Ok I guess it would be their attackers, but he's going on the offence too because he's just that cool in this match

Holy shit 4-1? Man they nerfed the Xenons. They were running circles around the Snow Kids in the first half they should have scored more than one goal then

Aww another respectful handshake between D'jok and Luur

Nork: Artegor, what are your impressions of the match? Artegor: Excuse me, but I think I have to go join my friends!

Awwww Artegor has come so far since season 1

D'jok and Mei holding hands...... not sure how to feel about this........ I will reserve judgement for now

Thran being the one to fall asleep this time I love it

Sidney and Harvey reunion! Peace and love <3

Nothing like a bit of clubbing to celebrate a victory, would be a bit weird with your parents there though LOL

Sinedd's parents live so far out they've never heard of the GF stars? Sounds a bit hard to believe in this universe I mean, I don't really care about irl football but I still know who Messi is. Also Maya STILL hasn't spoken to D'jok LMAO

Why the fuck would Adim and Aarch being in a relationship mean the Snow Kids could get disqualified. Literally the only case I can think of where they could have accused Adim of favouritism is letting them form a team way back in season 1, what else could she have possibly done to help them win? Some guy on the news accuses them of cheating, but WHAT does cheating in Galactik Football even mean????

LIKE. Look I hear all sorts of accusations of corruption and rigging every world cup but usually people actually have something to point at – poor ref decisions, easy matchups, whatever! There was none of that for the Snow Kids, I know it's supposed to be ridiculous that this is going on, but idk it just doesn't feel that believable to me as this huge deal and not like, a bit of drama that will blow over once the next scoop comes out. Sure they might lose some fans but there's no real risk of them being disqualified because for that you need concrete proof of favouritism.

Clamp spitting fax!!! Exactly my thoughts

Callie is throwing SUCH shade at the Aarch Adim scoop hahaha

Mark is having his romeo balcony moment but much more emo. It's so dramatic but whenever this happens in shows I always end up thinking about how they can't have known each other that long to be so in love 😂

RIP Brim Simbra. Didn't even get a funeral eulogy

Side note Dame Simbai's flux society shades are swag

Episode 23:

Whyyyyyyyy does Aarch have to quit because of this?? This is all.... so sudden! We've got like 3 episodes left after this one and we're having Aarch quit? Right before the FINALS? And why would you not at least discuss this with Rocket first before springing the surprise that he's gonna be the coach now in front of everyone???

It's NOT the only solution Aarch this is so dumb 😭😭 It's not like they even went for an arc where he realises it's time to pass on the baton and settle down into a new life of whatever, it had to be with the drama

I do like that it didn't end in Adim quitting her position though

And now they're throwing in like two lines about Aarch being happy about his decision and moving on, but there was no build up or arc about him needing to quit coaching!

Work it, Magnus. Of course Artie and Bennett can't stop themselves from cracking up hahaha

Clamp getting the recognition he deserves <3 Sorry Aarchtegor fans, he was not included in this goodbye speech. We can't have it all

Ooooo Tia's dad mentions he's the ambassador of the Obia moon, not specifically Akillian. Was Obia mentioned specifically prior to this season I can't remember

Geez Sinedd is the spitting image of his father

Hey check it out, this is almost a looping gif! This is not sped up, the animation really is this goofy 😂

Sooo this flashback thing Maya communicates to Sinedd's mother through mind-meld confirms D'jok and Sinedd used to be friends, which is something we'd been wondering about for a while. It would make sense why Sinedd is so hung up on their rivalry.

I headcanon that he got jealous of D'jok's life (having a parent, being really good at football etc.), feeling worse about himself, especially with him never getting an adoptive family. Maybe he even was the first to start playing football, but felt like D'jok was surpassing him and this was another thing taken from him. So he starts putting down Micro-Ice so he can feel superior and challenging D'jok, who eventually ditches him. It's an interesting dynamic, would have been cool to see some full flashback scenes about this.

Yay more Elektras water skating!

Awww rip Elektras :( Their friendship and support of Yuki is so cute I love them

Bwuh???! Where on Akillian did Rocket get the idea to recruit Sinedd back??? Like sure the audience knows he has the potential to develop into a nicer person and actually work in a team with the Snow Kids, but Rocket doesn't! Like, in my head I'm imagining they had interesting interactions in season 2 during the whole Netherball thing, but we were never shown enough of that on screen for this to make sense.

Like. With Aarch gone Rocket seems to think they need a change? HOW DOES THIS SOMEHOW CONNECT TO GETTING SINEDD TO COME BACK??? And so close to the final? Changing things around like that last minute is crazy. I just... SINEDD COMING BACK TO THE SNOW KIDS AFTER THREE SEASONS SHOULD BE A BIG DEAL WHY IS IT SO RUSHED 😭😭😭 I mean I know why it's rushed, the showrunners knew they probably wouldn't get renewed so tried to tell as much of the story as possible, that's just how it is unfortunately

BWAHAHAHA why is Sonny just hiding directly behind Magnus during this call instead of... anywhere away from the camera ahahahaha that's so stupid Sonny there is NO NEED stop being so dramatic

Rocket (to Sinedd): We need you to beat team Paradisa, you can make the difference!

Again, WHAT DIFFERENCE? Why is he so sure they need an extra player all of a sudden, are team Paradisia THAT good? The Snow Kids have been training hard with this lineup and they're two-time champions. Sinedd is a great player sure but... WHY.

On the other hand Rocket is the first guy on the show to be like: hm... maybe we SHOULD have at least one substitute for our team huh?

Rocket: Deep down, you're a Snow Kid too. Rocket: You come from Akillian, and you've mastered the Breath

UHHH, HAS HE? I'm pretty sure he left before he even got to use the Breath, actually

Sinedd is so quick to consider this offer FSDJKDFSKJDFS THIS IS DONE SO BAD I'M SORRY 😭😭 Like the concept is fine, I really like that it's Rocket calling him back (as someone who also needed his team to bring him back once) but it's just... the pacing is so bad and Sinedd's development was so all over the place that it just doesn't seem believable that he would take up this offer right now, especially with D'jok on the team

Episode 24:

Callie I know it's for your “a day with the Snow Kids” report but maybe at least knock first?

Neither Mei nor Tia are morning people lol

Oh of course Mark has a cup of tea for breakfast XD Or maybe it's coffee, idk.

The way Rocket bats the camera away 😂 Isn't it weird to do this report right before the final, and broadcast it live? Aren't training sessions supposed to be more secretive at this time?

Aw Sinedd's sister is cute

Micro-Ice: Yeah well, Tia is by far our best captain in ages, because D'jok- D'jok: Oh, yeah?

Besties! <3 No I still haven't forgiven how quickly D'jok was accepted back into the team <3 Also yeah D'jok wasn't a great captain <3

Callie why are you sitting like that. Rocket get her a chair

Oh wait there is a chair

Aww Lun-Zia's little high-five with Luur. Fun training session!

Wow we really sped through Sinedd meeting his real family huh 😭 And just like that, he's back with the Snow Kids because his little sister wants to see him play. Let me guess, Rocket didn't discuss this with the others first?

This is making me want more sports with the flux. Just imagine, galactik volleyball! I have a whole AU in my head and I will draw it one day I swear ToT

If Sinedd isn't a hologram, then why does he spawn into the holo-trainer like that? They've done that animation a couple of times in this season and it doesn't make sense considering how we've seen the holo-trainer work before. It's not them teleporting in, the holo-trainer manifests itself around them and... wait, how DOES the holo-trainer work? My brain hurts just thinking about it

Oooooh Rocket didn't discuss this with anyone and just gets Sinedd to join in the middle of a practice what a surpriiiiiise, there is no way this could go badly whatsoever /s

D'jok accepts that Sinedd is back way too quickly, I get that he messed up too but he immediately switches to “ok you're on the team, but remember you're a substitute, bitch <3” (Mark: Well thanks)

I'm still sad we don't get a scene of Sinedd leaving the Shadows, I mean the guy played with them for yeeeears they must have had SOME sort of connection. He calls them family earlier!

I like this sequence where Sinedd's flux keeps switching between the Breath and the Smog. I imagine that with the Smog being so powerful, and it lending itself to Sinedd's emotions more, it's gonna be hard to give it up.

Bennett is once again trying to find the location of a bomb hahaha

I was about to comment on how cute it is that Aarch can finally spend more time with Norata but JUST as Aarch starts relaxing, Clamp tells him there's a multi-flux bomb on Akillian LOL. Guy can't catch a break, he really didn't sign up for all this shit

#galactik football #dori watches galactik football #my posts #next post will be the last one!

[mod-jazzy]

For your blogs, where do you draw inspiration from other than the Pokemon franchise? I know with the crossover blogs like Wasteland labs its fairly obvious, but what about the others?

Not doing GIFs of this to avoid a SUPER long post haha

AskTideTheGastrodon: My first askblog ever(now rebooted) It is based off of the Seven Deadly Sins! A cliche genre I know, but as a kid who was always surrounded by religion without consent.. I've always had a soft spot for the genre! More specifically, the blog is actually based on a webcomic I tried to start when I was young... but turned it into Pokemon! Draws a lot of inspiration from biblical theories and themes and some Greek God nonsense. As well as some Slice of Life aspects for comfort!

Tales-from-kirkland: My second askblog ever haha. Obviously takes a lot of inspiration from the Pirates of the Caribbean series.. but pirate lore and legends in general!! Pirate and general ocean lore is SO FULL of myths and legends and stories!! I adore the horror and mystical aspects that the ocean can give to us. Plus I just... genuinely love the ocean and all it can hold and tell.... I'm a simp for the ocean don't @ me.

Ask-Eden: Listen. I've been in the community since 2016. I am not immune to Mew blogs (also looking at you Skins lol). So I suppose PokeAsk as a whole was inspiration for it?? But also more greek god nonsense as a whole. But I guess the true "inspiration behind it"... I watched a scene of a show with Michael Cera being awkward and I went... what if god was like that. Hence, Eden. Also the series Bee and Puppycat! It's entire aesthetic and dimension travel and just... art style and sparkles mmmmm..,, With slight DeviantArtSparkleDog stuff mixed in as well Ask-Scrafty: Horror. Just horror as a whole. This blog is strictly me pushing every horror trope and myth into one place. Like this is purely me going BRRRR on horror and curses and myths. Granted it's not a ENTIRE horror fest... I wanted to implement a story that excuses me for slamming so many horror genres together!

Ask-Wasteland-Labs: Obvious! SCP's and such. But has a story attached that isn't based on the game. It was also me trying to step my feet more into the Anthro Pokemon scene. Everyone knows I draw scrafty anthro a lot, but other pokemon? I was more iffy on. So this blog is really helping me expand into more anthro pokemon designs. If you asked me in 2016 to draw a anthro pikachu I probably would have disintegrated.

Flake-N-Rudy: Okay so this one is a bit more serious a bit. Obviously is general it's based on PMD series. I also wanted to make a PMD blog that was about building a ruined relationship. Idk, im just edgy that way? Also me venting and displaying my old toxic habits. Because I've been both Flake and Rudy as I've mentioned. Just showing more toxic habits other than like... HEEHOO MURDER y'know? Not sure. It's just edgy venting all around haha. As well as me recycling old PMD story themes that I tried to use in the past but failed.

AskDruddigon: Originally had no concept. Just me chilling and drawing a pokemon I normally didn't. But due to a old askblog of mine being NERFED after my accidental deletion.. Rylee is based on Subnautica lore!! So the blog will have some of those elements.. But otherwise is just me having fun!! AskTauros: This blog is actually based on a song! Shelter by Porter Robinson to be specific. Not so much the music video itself which got really popular... But just? The song comforts me. It makes me think of going through troubles and coming out okay. It just comforts me and makes me think of those cliche stories of found family and coming out better in the end. Nothing more than that really. Poke-Magica: Another obvious inspiration. Madoka Magica! The art style and general story of the anime doesn't inspire me... More of the Witches and their Labyrinths and just the lore itself is what inspires me? Again it's more of a dark/horror type theme inspiring me, but mixed with cute magical girls! Ask-Skitty: There is no outside influence here. It is strictly PMD storyline. Almost directly a PMD:Explorers of Darkness kinda storyline. I made this as a comic when i was younger! It means a lot to me.. so I rebooted it as a askblog! These characters mean the world to me.

AskDuskull: Another excuse for me to mix horror in any way I can. I used to play those RPG games like TheWitchesHouse or MadFather or Ao Oni... Although I know some of the creators of those have um.. bad pasts not good people I don't support them anymore don't worry. But needless to say the style and just things about them inspired me as a kid and still kind of to this day. Although it's in a askblog format and not a RPG haha.

BUT HONESTLY I draw inspiration through SO MANY things. Also random things. I've literally designed OCs based off of pair of socks I saw once. My inspiration is random. I could talk more but aaaaa I've talked so much already I do apologize!

There is SO MUCH MORE I could discuss in more detail.. but I've talked too much aaaaaaa

#munday #long post #asksavel #gif #ooc #mod jazzy

[doubleddenden]

I'm in the last few stretches of the game. I beat the main stories and I'm in post game territory, and then after I'm gonna hunt down a few peculiar Pokemon and explore.

I'll hold off on a full review until after I've beaten this little thingy (not that anyone really reads them, its just nice to organize my thoughts), but for the most part I did enjoy my time. Absolutely hated the technical issues, the bugs, and definitely think I need to be refunded at least $20 for playing a beta basically, but- and this is very important- I still had an incredible time playing. I do not excuse the flaming dumpster fire, but I will give praise where its due for all of the very many diamonds in the ruft.

A 6/10 for now, but when the eventual performance patch comes through (and they pretty much have to since this is the game we're stuck with for at least 2 to 3 years and especially for Worlds), I'd easily upgrade it to 8 or 9, depending on what else they do to compensate their very severe errors.

Anyway, below will be my team I used- I was mostly off by two or 3 Pokemon in terms of predictions, but I also kept a small amount of Pokemon in rotation for my journey and picked up some stragglers towards the end.

Be warned: Below are spoilers for some very special Pokemon.

I have not nicknamed anyone just yet (except Garganacl, who was jokingly named GarganaclBOI), but I plan to when I can eventually commit the Pokemon names to memory, like I did with my Sword team.

Ceruledge (Ghost/Fire): She (yes, I'm surprised it was a girl) was the main reason I chose Violet and is quite frankly my favorite Pokemon in the new generation. She's decent in a fight as well, and her signature move- Bitter Blade- not only fits my pessimistic ass to a T, but its also really heckin good. She quickly became my ace and won me many fights. She just... really hates pictures and baths. Keeps running away from me when I try to get them.

Meowscarada (Grass/Dark): He was my starter- sort of mid design tbh, but he quickly proved super powerful, although very frail. Despite Ceruledge being my fav, Meowscarada is probably the most loyal on my team, literally surviving the final champion fight by the skin of his teeth because of the extremely (and thankfully) nerfed Affection mechanic. He sleeps a lot but also likes to run with me a bunch. I think he and Ceruledge work really well together, especially in Rime's gym where they sweeped her ghosts with no effort, and I might ship the two? Unclear.

Wugtrio (Water): She's a surprise catch tbh. I really wasn't expecting Wigglet to be so early in game, nor that I'd actually use it given that I think convergent species are just a stupid rebranding of regional variants, but I do think I got attached to this one anyway and its come in clutch, plus her colors go well with the rest of my team. She's very shy I'm noticing, all three heads staying in the rocks most of the time unless we battle. Her Gooey ability has helped turn the tide of battle so often.

Pawmot (Electric/Fighting): Although I think Pawmo could just be erased and nothing could be lost from the line, I do really like the guy. He's a very strong fighter but goes down pretty quick, and we spent a lot of time together trying to reach the 1,000 steps to make it evolve (I swear it's closer to 10,000). Anyway, he's spunky! He's a Careful nature but also apparently likes pranks, so I think he's always pranking the others with very meticulous plans.

Clodsire (Poison/Ground): Although Ceruledge is my favorite, Clodsire I think is my second favorite of the gen, and snatched victory from the jaws of defeat so often, and won the final blow against the "Top" Champion as well. Its a poison machine, pretty much guaranteeing the enemy dies once she gets on the field. But I also just love her dumb stupid face, and I really love the back spike thingies too. I want a big pillow of a Clodsire so bad :)

Cetitan (Ice): He's mostly on rotation tbh, but he was on my team for the last bit of the league and... I dunno, I really like him a lot. As a Cetoddle, he was the only Pokemon that willingly came to me to not pick a fight, and did a little habby dance for me. He also went into his ball without a fuss or any damage at all- and somehow, I learned what its like to be James from Team Rocket. He's not all that strong tbh, but I like him enough as a friend and he helped with very important battles

Now, for my team members on rotation

Espathra (Psychic): I didn't plan on adding a Karen Ostrich, but he actually came in handy against the Team Star bases, especially against the Poison and Fighting one.

Tinkaton (Fairy/Steel): She didn't actually participate in many fights, but she did travel with us a fair bit anyway- And mainly left a strong impression because when I first encountered her in the desert, she kept Sweet Kissing Meowscarada as a Floragato when she was a Tinkatuff, so I imagine she's got a Panini crush to Meowscarada's Chowder, if that makes sense.

Iron Jugulis (Dark/Flying): The first of the Paradox Pokemon I caught, and I used it for the rest of Area Zero when I did. He's still fairly new, but I do like it a bunch. It's like a more compact Hydreigon- But not quite as strong, and also like, way more common than I thought possible for something like this. His face is all LED's though, which is cool af

Miraidon (Dragon/Electric): I LOVE MY MOTORCYCLE DRAGON DOG BOI!!!! I LOVE HIM!!! It's like Toothless is in my party constantly, and his moments in the story give him so much character, like a big ol dumb doggo. The ending where he saved our lives by standing up to his fears broke me, man, and I consider him the true 6th team member tbh. However, he's way more useful to ride on imo, so I just keep him on the sidelines. But I think that's okay, he seems to just like adventure anyway. I'm so glad we had a wonderful ending together where he gets to stay with us (although transferring to the future games will be... worrying, consider you cannot box him). I haven't cared about a legendary this much since Nebby. I love my big metal dog. AND I LOVE THAT I CAN KINDA DO THE AKIRA SLIDE!

Iron Thorns (Rock/Electric): I'm mainly raising it to try something different, but I think it might be my favorite of the Violet Paradoxes. My dream would be to have a shiny of it, though.

GarganaclBOI (Rock) (SHINY): He did nothing, he's relevant because he's my first natural full odds shiny of the game- and he came right after all the story was done lol. He's a golden kinda copper color, and looks pretty neat :)

anyways I got really attached to these guys. I'm kinda tempted to get Scarlet for its exclusives, but I'll wait to see how they address the bugs and stuff. Until then, I'm really looking forward to making more teams with transfer mons in the future.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #pokemon teams #doubled plays games

[masqueradepdh]

PVLF Incorrect Quotes 2

AU - Petty Vengeance, Lifelong Friendship (my fic) Aka, Garroth and Laurance got into a fight, Garroth knows about Laurance’s past with the SKs, and so he asks to hang out with them out of spite. Turns out, they get along quite well.

Gene: I'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual. (He/him, pansexual)

Zenix: My gender is anger and my pronouns are fuck off and screw you. (They/them, polysexual)

Garroth: I will be the voice of reason. I just won't listen to myself sometimes. (He/him, bisexual)

Sasha: Good morning everyone! God has decided to let me live another day, and I am about to make it everyone's problem! (She/they, biromantic)

Zenix: Do you think lava would taste spicy? Garroth: Please don't eat lava. Gene: Eat some and let us know. Sasha: Actually since it's mostly made out of molten rock it would taste bland and dusty. Zenix: Thank you so much, Sash. You understand me like nobody else does.

Zenix: People ask me all the time, "Zenix, are you a boy or a girl?" I always tell them the same thing, "how dare you speak to me."

Garroth: I'm sick of the "handsome strong prince saves helpless princess." We need more "handsome strong princess saves helpless prince." Or even better, more pirates.

Gene: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, "are we about to kiss?" Gene: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Zenix: God nerfed me by making me short but as soon as I fix that I'm coming for him.

Gene: Excuse me, I have to go cause a scene.

Garroth: It’s such a beautiful evening... Zenix, throwing stones: *whispering* take that you fucking lake.

Sasha: Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier being a cat. I could just sleep all day and hiss at anyone who comes near me. Gene: You already do that anyways.

Garroth, Gene & Zenix: *screaming* Sasha: What's wrong, Gene?! Zenix: Wait, why are you asking Gene that when Garroth and I are also here? Sasha: Because Gene wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Garroth: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Gene: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Garroth: That- Garroth: That’s not how that works.

Honorable Mention:

Dante: When I was younger, Gene told me that the paper strip that's in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year. Gene: They are! Dante: REALLY? Gene: No! Why would you fall for that again?

#Aphmau #shadow knights #Phoenix Drop High #aphmau pdh

[couldbebetterforsure]

Hey there guys, long time no post!!! But I finally had time to make a bit more progress in Engage (yay!!!!) so now I have a new update for you! Oh and I added my reaction to Tiki’s paralogue, which I forgot to mention last time!

Tiki’s Paralogue: I completely forgot to write down my thoughts on Tiki’s paralogue in my last update!!! I did it I think a short bit after I did Jean’s paralogue? Which is funny considering I’ve basically glued Jean and Tiki together for this playthrough! The paralogue itself was lots of fun despite the fact it took me FOREVER to finish it! I had poor Chloe slowly making her way around the perimeter to get that Silver Card from that random spot in the back (which bless because I am dirt poor in this playthrough so getting shit for half off is beautiful 🙏) And then there were those healers who are completely blocked off so I HAD to have Chloe take them out otherwise anyone else in my army would get trapped. The white dragons and Tiki herself were the most threatening ones of the enemies on this map. Especially Tiki, my sweet girl hit like a fucking TRUCK! Her conversation with Marth was super cute! I’m glad Alear now has a fellow divine dragon to speak to after Lumera’s death.

Chapter 10: Veyle honey thank you very much for pointing me in the right direction! Excuse me as I ignore that really unsettling moment you had before you disappeared. Yup I knew it ripperoni in pepperoni Morion 🫡 Jokes aside I did like the guy enough that his death was sad, especially with how upset poor Diamant and Alcryst were over it. The music for this map was SO good, especially the chanting that starts up once you break into the room in the center! Of COURSE I went and had Diamant and Alcryst take on Morion I need that juicy dialogue! And WOW that was depressing. Honestly that was some of the saddest battle dialogue I’ve seen to date. Diamant wondering if he was a good son and Alcryst telling his dad he loves him all while Morion can only growl and groan as a Corrupted. Alear’s own dialogue was also sad as well. Hyacinth was a pain in the ass between Lyn’s super fat reaching arrows and that cloning thing! But once I finally got to him POW he went down! Ha ha getting snacked on by the very evil demon snake dragon you summoned is a perfect end for you Hyacinth. Wow Veyle was the evil girl? I’m sooooo shocked…In all seriousness though, the VA does a good job of making Veyle sound distinct enough in both versions that by voice alone I wouldn’t say they were the same. And I get the feeling the nice Veyle is not so fake. WHAT? The fuck do you mean you’re taking my Emblems?????? Marth, Sigurd, Celica, Micaiah, Leif, Roy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Give me my babies back you piece of shit snake!!! WTF the time crystal too???? I can’t rewind turns anymore? Do you have ANY idea how shit my luck is?! Seriously what an interesting turn! Giving you several chapters of using the Emblems and then taking them away! How evil!

Chapter 11: Ooh right into the next map huh? With more really lovely map music! An escape chapter? That’s a new one! ……Hold it no time rewind and no Emblems with MY garbage luck??? AND random enemies will have the evil red versions of my Emblem buddies? Yeah long story short I had to restart this map A BUNCH. At least they didn’t take away the DLC Emblems so Jean (with Tiki) and Celine (with the 3H lords) weren’t nerfed. I’ve heard that some people ended up with some pretty shitty Alears who were only holding on thanks to the Emblems. I wasn’t one of those people but yeah my Alear still was not as good as she was when she had an Emblem attached! And wow I was so used to my Yunaka doubling as another healer since she and Micaiah had been glued together until now…..Oh Ivy? And Kagetsu and Zelkov as well? Zelkov my man!!!!! Yoinking back the time crystal I love you!!!!! And Ivy giving us two Emblems in Lyn and MY BABY GIRL LUCINA 🥳🥳🥳🥳 My sweetest daughter you’re safe at last!!!! And Ivy, Kagetsu and Zelkov join! Heck yeah more fire power, I can rewind time again AND I got a couple Emblems! The rest of the map was a lot more straightforward after that. Lucina was so fun to use especially with her “everyone dog pile on this sucker” ability! And Lyn was great with her long reaching arrows. And now I have Kagetsu that demon man on my side now! The after battle dialogue was pretty good too, from Alcryst being angry at Ivy to basically everyone blaming themselves for the disaster to Alear’s growth and determination to be better to both Lyn and Lucina giving their own advice and support. But my other Emblem babies 🥺🥺🥺 I’ll save you guys!!!!!

Chapter 12: I got to promote both my Alear and Alfred and I am so glad! Alfred’s flower crown got even more flowery~! And Alear can punch shit now HELL YEAH!!!! When do we get access to unlimited Master Seals because the few I have can only take me so far….Anyways, it’s on to Solm! Sun, sad, desert….I would die I am not good with heat. And welp we’ve all gotten our asses lost. Beautiful….Oh but here comes Fogado to save us from dying of heatstroke! A Sentinel huh? Sure buddy I’ll help you out if you lead us to the palace! I like Fogado he’s friendly and charming, even if he’s another now user I need to test my luck on. And what a duo he has with him! Bunet seems to talk in nothing but good metaphors. And Pandreo, a howling party priest I love that!!!! Oh fuck we gotta protect ally villagers? *sigh* Alright bring on the garbage…*sees the villagers are not in enemy range and don’t otherwise move themselves into danger* Oh fucking bless! A very easygoing mission even with the quicksand, probably as an apology for the last couple maps. I really love Solm’s battle music it’s so 💃💃💃💃💃 you know? Anyways battle is over and Fogado leads us to the palace and what!!!! He’s the prince!!!!! I’m shocked I tell you shocked! Not like preview info didn’t already tell us that!!!

Lucina’s Paralogue: After the last chapter the final DLC Emblems were released so I took a mini break to do a couple. I know the DLC Emblems have special conversations with some other Emblems so I only did the ones I have Emblems who comment on for. But that doesn’t have to do with Lucina’s paralogue I just decided to explain it here. Ahhh Arena Ferox my old friend! I think I mentioned it before but as I’m playing this game I’m also casually doing a Hard mode run of Awakening, my actual very first Hard mode playthrough of ANY Fire Emblem game I’ve played! With all the hundreds of hours I’ve devoted to Awakening already as well my nostalgia was cranked to the max especially with that great remix track! The map itself was incredibly straightforward, like I think I actually had a harder time during my Hard mode playthrough of this map in Awakening 😂 Luci baby c’mon I know you can be more challenging than that! But it’s done and heck yeah Lucina can now reach bond level 20!

Chrom and Robin’s Paralogue: Of course I had to do the wonder duo’s paralogue as well! And of course I brought Lucina along for the ride! Lady Robin is my girl so I’m sad she’s not here but I still love male Robin too! And Chrom!!!! My husband!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍 My original and forever top blueberry husband I am so happy to see you again! Their opening dialogue was both sweet and funny! The map itself was something alright! Especially once they brought out all those puddles. Also just from reading the descriptions Chrom and Robin’s skills seem super busted!!! But it was fun figuring out how to do things and I adored Lucina’s dialogue with both Chrom and Robin (she was so happy to see her dad again). But another map down and another Emblem bracelet obtained! Thank goodness because my squad needs some more Emblems, we only have the 3H lords, Tiki, Lucina, Lyn, and now the Chrom and Robin duo.

Hector’s Paralogue: I decided I would do one more Emblem Paralogue before I would head back to the main story and I decided to go for Hector since I heard he only has a convo with Lyn among the Emblems. I only know of Hector from FEH and watching other people’s lets plays of the Elibe games but I really enjoy his personality! This fucking map though…..Fucking poison hell….Every time I think I’m safe I realize I accidentally put one of my poor units in the direct line of fire from one of those poison sprays. And the number of times I had to use the time crystal because I brought Citrinne along for this map in order to level her up since I promoted her to a Sage but the girl’s made of tissue paper 😞 Citrinne, honey, please….Aw well I got that nice Hector-Lyn dialogue and Citrinne finally kept her ass alive long enough to KO Hector for me. That’s another Emblem bracelet for me!

And that’s where I’m currently at, just level grinding and bond grinding and otherwise preparing to continue the main story of the game! Still having tons of fun with Engage and can’t wait to see where things go from here! Also can’t wait to get back my original Emblems too, I miss them…

#story time with me #fire emblem engage #the divine one engages across elyos #fire emblem engage spoilers #finally got to make a little more progress in engage! #now who knows when I’ll be able to make some more #I truly am having a good time and I like the challenge these maps provide even as someone playing on normal mode as usual #now if only I wasn’t also dirt poor… #usually I begging game dirt poor but by around the half way mark I’ll be rich as heck #no signs of such wealth so far though

[purplethign]

Revenge. Hehdhdhdhdhshsjjskejehehhe. You might recognize this copypasta from when we were roasting a certain fictional dude whose name started with g.

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get off anon you dastardly bastardly cowardly dried up cranberry

#slash ay eff eff #slash piss #craisin

[saintobio]

sincerely not. (7)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. profanity, cheating, mentions of past abuse, mentions of pregnancy, undertones of manipulation, violence (not to reader), alcohol/intoxication, family drama, explicit smut and more filthy smut

notes. 13.7k wc! bc of the record-breaking length of this chapter, pls excuse any errors lmao :< i’m sorry for the delay but i hope the lengthy chapter will suffice. i aim to write lesser wc for the next chapters so i can update quicker :)

series masterlist -> episode eight

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait for me!”

The sound of tiny footsteps bounced off the walls as a little girl ran through the corridors of their mansion with a boy of the same age following her behind. Instead of taking their siesta, they were chasing each other through the afternoon heat, hiding from the eyes of their nannies until they made it out to the orchard. Squeals and giggles echoed through the open air before both children headed straight towards the one place where they always hid together—the treehouse, a small man-made shelter that was sitting on top of the mahogany tree.

“Haah! You run so fast,” said the little boy, crouching down to press his hands on his knees as he panted out of breath. No one else had occupied their treehouse in this sunny afternoon aside from them. “Where’d you hide your baby?”

The girl grinned and skipped towards an old chest where they kept their toys ranging from Satoru’s collection of Hot Wheels to Y/N’s Barbie dolls. Her favorite was a gift from her favorite Auntie, Satoru’s mom, who had given her the Baby Alive doll that she often carried around the mansion. “It’s here,” she cheerfully presented before swaying the doll in her arms. “She’s hungry!”

“It’s a girl?” Satoru rummaged through the chest box and grabbed his old Nerf gun. “Lame. A boy is better.”

“Hey!” Little Y/N protectively held her baby and scooted away, pouting as the mischievous boy sniggered at her. “Don’t show your gun in front of my baby! That’s bad.”

Being naturally playful, he blasted the foam dart against the wall and startled the girl from her seat. “What? It’s cool. Look, I’ll shoot this target.”

A visible frown appeared on Y/N’s face as she stomped her way out of the treehouse. “You’re making my baby cry! We’re leaving.”

“Wait—!” Satoru was quick to drop his toy to chase after the girl, pulling her back and wrapping his little arms around her. Her youthful, doe eyes looked at his cerulean orbs with familiar glint. “Don’t leave. Let’s play.”

Y/N could not help but to shyly avert her eyes because the boy was too close in assessing the emotions on her face. It was getting harder and harder to deny her crush towards the young heir of the Gojou clan when they always spent their weekends together. “But you’re scaring me with your toy…”

He held a hand up to make an oath. “Okay, no more.” And without thinking twice, he pressed his small lips against hers and pulled away to mirror the surprised look on her face. “You don’t like my kiss?”

The sweet moment limned her entire face with a rosy tint. “Y-You…” She tugged at his shirt. “Be responsible! My mommy said I can’t kiss a boy until I’m married!”

Satoru shrugged, not putting much thought into it as he took the baby from her arms and placed it on a toy crib. “Then I’ll marry you.” He was laughing when he looked at his cute playmate who now had her mouth parted in surprise. “I’ll be your husband then we can buy another baby. How’s that sound?”

“But… mommy said babies are made with love,” she countered, soon having her hand held by the young man. Love? Satoru didn’t believe it. His parents didn’t seem to share ‘love’ even before his mom gave birth to him. He was a child born out of an arranged marriage一a child only born in this world with the purpose of serving as an heir. He was definitely not made out of love, because if so, then why does his dad always hit his mom on the face? Why does he yell at her and make her cry?

Love means happiness, and if such happiness could not be sought, then love did not exist.

Either way, he still made her raise her pinky finger up so he could loop it around his. “I promise, we’ll get married,” he made his vow to her at the young age of six, “then we’ll have real babies and live in a big house. We should have a little boy, okay?”

Gojou didn’t think that he could still remember his past memories quite vividly as if they were movie scenes stored in his brain’s archive, staying with him as he grew older. He was happier back then—he still had his mom and life wasn’t as cruel to him as it was now. It was the same for you as you didn’t have to deal with the grief from your mother’s death because everything was picture-perfect, everything was a colorful fairy tale. While the images were clear in his mind, things have changed—what was once a beautiful friendship was now almost nonexistent after you grew apart and went through traumatic experiences that ultimately turned the both of you into strangers.

It wasn’t like he came into this marriage with his silly childhood promises in mind. Satoru had just started getting a flood of old memories the more time he spent with you as if someone was flipping through the pages of his romance book and decided to look back at the start of it all. He wanted a baby because it could mean that he would have an heir who would be a successor to both of your assets combined, something that only a father could wish for his child to have. His child would be powerful as a product of you and him that would tie your families together forever even if the road may lead to a divorce one day. While his reason may be practical, a baby with you also meant that his six year-old self was able to keep his promise, a silly promise that he was proud to fulfill as a grown man of twenty-five. Satoru didn’t value promises as much as he used to, but being kids in love, it was the last piece of a happy childhood memory that he could hold onto. All the other adolescent memories subsequent to the ones he had with you had been erased from his brain’s storage simply because the rest of his childhood was a nightmare. One of the reasons why he wanted to forget his past so bad was because they were nothing but traumatic.

He had no one to comfort him from his darkest days, no one except you, nineteen years after your last joyful experiences as juveniles.

“Are you staying late for work?”

His voice came out raspy as he spoke. “I don’t think so.”

For the past two minutes, Gojou allowed his wife to fix the tie around his neck because it had already become his morning routine for you to help him prepare for work in the wee hours of sunrise. You would cook breakfast, make him coffee, choose his business attire, and fix his tie. He may not outwardly admit it, but being a housewife seemed to have always looked good on you. You were caring, nurturing, and gentle—the same traits that he never really experienced again since his mom abandoned him.

And by remembrance, thinking of the recent encounter that he had with his mother still left a bitter taste in his mouth. It was bad enough that his nightmare started coming back since she showed up, he also could no longer sleep without you by his side because you provided the comfort that he needed during his most vulnerable moments. Who knew that you could be the one person that he could count on when his fragility was at its peak?

He was supposed to hate you, not find solace from you.

“Why are you asking?” he inquired, slowly tracing the slope of your spine with his palm.

You gave a subtle shake of the head as you knotted his necktie, soon fixing the creases on his collar to ensure that your husband would appear presentable. Satoru thought of how tempting it was to kiss your moistened lips when you were only a few inches away, but he chose to restrain his weird urges of being affectionate. “I have to pick up your suit and I kinda just guessed your measurements. It would be good if you can come, if you’re free.”

“A suit?” He began fixing his cufflinks before he walked towards the tall mirror inside of your shared closet. “You got me one?”

“Yeah, it’s a new collection from Givenchy. I thought it’d look good on you.” You stood meekly by the door while your husband fixed his hair in front of the mirror. All the while, Satoru couldn’t explain the strange fluttering in his chest when he learned that you actually went to purchase something for him. He spent the whole weekend with Sera complaining in his head how you never bothered to send him a text only to find out that you actually shopped for your asshole husband during your spare time. At times like these, he felt even more awful for treating you unfairly. How could you still be so kind? “Look, I can get it myself if you’re not available—”

“Come to the office with me, then we’ll go.” Satoru towered over you as he walked out and gave your bum a light pat. “Go get ready.”

“Oh… okay.” He could see the suppressed excitement that coruscated from your eyes when he offered to take you to the office with him. It must have truly made you happy to have your husband finally taking you to places other than neglecting you in your spacious home. He noticed how you would get excited at the littlest things, appreciating every kind gesture as if you didn’t have the world bowing at your feet. In that sense, this was the wife that Gojou liked seeing. His humble, caring, and submissive wife who would always obediently listen to him, not the cold one who gave him the silent treatment whenever he tried to talk. He wasn’t keen to encounter the same wife that night at the pool.

Satoru knew he had roles to play, but he had decided to be a nicer husband for once. He couldn’t be certain if his lack of hostility would last long, especially when he just received a text message from Sera that made his heart pound faster than it normally would. For the first time in a while, he was oddly nervous and confused. His agitation made him feel like a deer caught in the headlights because the idea of Sera was starting to feel wrong within the presence of his wife.

Sera: Good morning. I can’t wait to see you today. I love you.

He typed in a quick response.

Gojou: Me too.

He quickly deleted her messages on his phone before you could see them. Strangely enough, the notification that he received after sending the message was no longer from his girlfriend, but a text message from his close family friend and now Finance Director, Mei Mei.

Mei: If you’re gonna have an affair with a receptionist, at least make it discreet. There’s a mole in the company who’s spreading rumors about your infidelity.

Mei: Mr. Chairman isn’t gonna be pleased. Be careful.

Satoru almost crushed the phone in his hand as he released an exasperated sigh. Which traitor could have caught him in his clandestine dates with Sera? Perhaps it was a good thing to take you to the office after all. If people saw you around him and if they noticed how loving he was to you, no further rumors would grow and his reputation would not be tainted. It was the only thing he could do to save the image of your marriage and, as shameful as it was, to protect Sera from being the point of scrutiny.

It was already an unusual day when Satoru decided to invite you to come with him to his office instead of leaving you alone in the penthouse. Things have been going well since the night you comforted him and you weren’t sure if he was only being nice as a form of gratitude or if he was actually being genuine for once. You couldn’t deny that you still felt hurt for all the things that he had said and done, but those things weren’t new and you always seemed to find a reason to forgive your husband for everything.

Any wife would not be happy to see their husband cheating on them, but since you didn’t own Satoru from the beginning, you couldn’t really uphold your claim on him just because he wore the same ring. At the end of the day, Sera had his heart. When they were together, they probably didn’t even see their actions as blatant infidelity because they were only continuing what they already had before he was locked in an arranged marriage with you. For this reason, you couldn’t fully blame Sera for wanting to stay with a married man. There was no clear prospect on when their affair would come to an end so all you had by your side was hope. Before you could allow yourself to start a family with your husband, was it too selfish to wish that Sera would be out of the picture by then? You may be patient now, but things have been getting emotionally exhausting day by day. Being selfless and understanding didn’t even guarantee your happiness.

You just couldn’t find it in yourself to voice out what you truly wanted in this pathetic marriage without being labeled as the bad person. How could you pay for the repercussions when you never intended any damage to a relationship that you knew nothing of? It was becoming clear to your head how you shouldn’t be too kind to continuously let people step on you. If you were going to consider what was morally right or wrong in this situation, Sera was on the latter. Regardless of the grounds of your marriage with Satoru, you were still the lawful wife so she had no right to give you a disgusted look after finding out that you had slept with your husband. But because of your kindness, because of your sympathetic nature, and because of your desire to make this marriage work, you chose to keep your sentiments to yourself. Like always.

Ironically, when you and your husband walked into the C-Suite floor that morning, everyone was happy to see their Vice President with his spouse—all except for Sera who froze in her spot the same way Satoru did when you crossed each other’s paths near the reception.

She almost dropped the files that she was carrying while she stood like a statue, looking back and forth between you and Gojou and possibly wondering why her man decided to bring you to the office today. Seeing you there must have been an insult to her because you could see that the veins in her hands were becoming prominent. She wanted to say something, but realized that all prying eyes were set upon the three of you. The employees may appear as if they were busy, but you could tell that they were intrigued at the sight.

“Sera.” You didn’t know what came to your mind when you greeted her out of panic, also aware that all of the executives and their secretaries were all viewing this situation as something that one would see from a drama series.

And while Sera was visibly dumbfounded at your presence, she was professional enough to get her act together. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Gojou.”

You couldn’t believe that this was the same woman who gave your husband hickeys when he came home from spending the whole weekend with her. More importantly, the husband who willingly slept with her was the one who grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers within yours before he looked away from his mistress. “Get back to work.”

For certain, all words synonymous to being ‘shocked’ was how you would describe how you felt about this situation. You had no idea what Satoru’s deal was for holding your hand tightly as he walked past his lover and greeted the rest of the executives and their staff with a professional smile.

What exactly went on between them? What did they agree to after she supposedly found out that her married boyfriend cheated on her with his own wife?

“Oh my, you look lovely today, Y/N!” Mrs. Fujikawa cheerfully complimented while standing outside of her office. “Satoru must love you so much that he can’t be away from you.”

“Of course,” Gojou affirmed, smiling at you before glancing at his mistress for a fleeting second. “Can’t get enough of my wife.”

It was obvious how you were being used—either to conceal his adultery by parading you in his office or to show you that he was capable of choosing you over Sera at times where he had to. Both choices had you losing, but you tried to be oblivious for your husband’s sake. Everything was always for his sake, never yours. That was why you chose not to say anything when he took you inside his office where he immediately started with his work obligations.

There was no other word to be exchanged as soon as he was seated in his office chair because he had more important things to do, and staying silent was your only option. What you did, instead, was to walk towards the window wall while watching the bustling city of Tokyo from the top view. It was funny how you could see CFG and the Zen’in towers from a distance within the stretch of buildings in the central business district and you wondered if Gen was just having as much of a hectic day as she did the last time. Being in such a professional setup was quite suffocating for you, but it seemed to come natural for your husband. He was too comfortable in his seat, talking to the phone with his staff while he scanned through the documents above his desk. Seeing him like this had you realizing how he was truly made to run a company.

“Bring the updated financial report to my office,” he spoke to the other end of the line and slammed the phone down just as quickly.

You didn’t want to bother him so you took a seat at the nearby couch and grabbed a magazine to read. Inside your head, you were thinking of how Satoru felt during your awkward encounter with Sera because it must have irked him how he had to be seen with you instead of her. You expected that Satoru would once again blame you for putting his mistress in such a position, but he didn’t seem to bring up the topic even when the two of you were alone in his personal space. In the first place, how could he blame you? He was the one who took you to his office. He was the one who ignored the ‘love of his life’, holding your hand in front of her. You even felt bad that Sera had to see it and assumed that she hated you for allowing it to happen.

As much as the magazine helped with your boredom, your attention was stolen when you watched your husband from his seat. There was no reason for your heart to beat this fast when he was simply doing his everyday job in the office, handsome as ever with how serious his face was as he went through a cluster of documents. Your husband sure was attractive, but he was even more pleasing to the eyes now that he had the image of a powerful businessman. Satoru at home had a different aura than Mr. Gojou from the Gojou Group. It was almost as if you were starstruck.

Noticing how you spent the whole minute staring at his side profile, he then tilted his head to look at you. “Need anything?”

You blinked and looked away, smiling. “Nothing, sorry.”

A sudden knock on the door cut you off and a woman with braided silver hair that had bluish undertones came strutting inside the office with the requested file on hand. “Here’s the financial statement. I’ve included the changes in equity and everything else that you need to know before the general stockholders’ meeting. Didn’t you already have the updated file—” the woman stopped mid-sentence as soon as her eyes landed on you, “—oh, look who’s here.”

Satoru adjusted his suit before introducing you to the woman. “Y/N, this is Mei, the Finance Director. Mei, this is my wife.”

“Your one and only?” she teased him, receiving his annoyed eye roll in return. She then looked back at you with an amused smile. “Nice to see you in the flesh, Y/N. You look really classy and modest.”

Mei certainly talked too comfortably, but you acknowledged her with the same cordiality. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

“Do I have any meetings today?” Gojou asked, flipping the page as he studied every figure that was written in the financial report. “What’s my schedule?”

Mei answered by shaking her head. “No, you’re pretty much free today, but you do have to sign those papers on your desk. When are you getting a new secretary so you can leave me alone? I’m an executive, you know.”

“No one’s good enough.” Your husband gestured for her to take her leave while you gave Mei Mei one last smile before the graceful sound of her heels faded as she left. At once, the door was closed and your husband’s attention was all on you as he made a quick swivel on his chair. “Come here.”

The magazine was long discarded when you walked towards your husband, surprised by how he grabbed you by the wrist and made you sit on his lap before he rotated the seat back to his desk. The act made you weak on the knees, but you also didn’t understand why he did it. “Satoru, what are you doing?”

“You look bored,” he pointed out, placing a hand on your thigh while he reached for a fountain pen to sign a few papers. “Let me just finish this then we can go to that store.”

“It’s okay. I surprisingly like seeing you at work.” Slowly, you relaxed on his lap and rested your back against his chest. Maybe it was the perfect time to bring up the earlier scene. “And about Sera…why did you—”

“Don’t talk about her here.” His brows have furrowed even without looking at you. The walls were thin and he had to remind you of it. “Anywhere but here.”

You recalled Sera’s words when you first met her and how she told you that she and Satoru couldn’t really talk when they were in the office because his father would go berserk. You saw it in your own eyes how your father-in-law demeaned her like a pest, humiliated her in front of you to show her that you were better suited for her boyfriend. This must be the reason why they wouldn’t acknowledge each other too openly, afraid that any wrong move would put her in yet another shameful situation with the Chairman.

“Listen,” he spoke again, this time with a new topic to unfold, “don’t you think it’s best if our companies merged together? CFG could be part of our core investments and it’s beneficial for both companies.”

You shrugged while feeling his fingers tracing your thigh. “I don’t know. That sounds like an acquisition more than a merger and I kinda wanna stay out of the whole business talk,” you truthfully admitted, meeting his cerulean eyes as he leaned back on the cushion. “I leave it all for my dad and Gen to decide.”

“But you can convince him, right?” he encouraged, hand now moving between your legs. “He listens to you.”

Your father truly would give you anything that you asked for and you weren’t particularly happy about it. You never wanted to take advantage of his kindness. “I’ll respect my dad’s own decision and will leave it up to him.”

It seemed that Satoru had easily given up on bargaining when he released a weary sigh. Yet, while he stopped talking, his fingers never stopped moving from going further inside of your skirt. You tried stopping his wrist as you were nervous that anyone would walk in, but he didn’t really care. His lips were now trailing kisses on your jaw, allowing you to feel his hot breath on your skin. “S-Satoru, we’re in your office. You can wait at home.”

“So what? It’s been awhile. No one’s gonna come in,” he argued before slipping a hand between your legs, rubbing your clothed core with the tip of his fingers. The minute he touched your underwear, his eyes grew wide. “You’re wearing lace?”

You squeezed your legs shyly as you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Bad decision.” Before you could react, he was already pushing your skirt up to reveal the black lingerie that was gifted to you by Gen for your wedding. Your husband appeared to have liked it as he made you stand between his widely parted legs, hiking your skirt up just below your tummy so he could see how the lace hugged your waist perfectly. “You wore this for me?”

“N-No.” You denied it like your life was on the line. What you couldn’t deny, however, was how you were just as aroused when you saw the growing bulge on your husband’s pants. “Satoru, we c-can’t do it here.”

Knowing how stubborn he was, he twisted you around and pushed you forward to lay on your front with your elbows propped above his desk. Having the possibility of being caught in such an erotic position caused your adrenaline rush. You couldn’t possibly be enjoying this, right? Because when Satoru suddenly slid his fingers inside your lacy underwear, you couldn’t stop the moans that escaped your mouth because you shamefully loved every second of it. “We’ll do it quick,” he assured, orchestrating circular motions on your clit while pressing you further against his office desk. He glided his fingers between your plump folds to coat his digits of your slick—his skillful hand playing with your cunt before cupping the entirety of it. “Do you touch yourself when I’m gone?”

Was he out of his mind? You never imagined that your husband would try and talk dirty with you in his office. “I don’t—nngh!”

And Sera. What would Sera say? Why has he completely disregarded her?

“So you’ve only had my fingers inside you?” he whispered in your ear as you felt his weight on your back. “Do you want my cock inside you now?”

The bands of your lacy underwear were now resting on your thighs and two of his fingers entered your wet core by the time you gave a response. “P-Please—ah! Just d-do it quickly.” Hot. You felt hot, wishing that the air conditioner did a better job at cooling you down from your blazing arousal. Each movement of Satoru’s fingers that went in and out of your cavern brought tickles to your lower abdomen. “Mm—Satoru…”

“Be patient.” His tone was strict and you could hear the sound of his zipper coming down after he took his fingers out of your moistened pussy, kneading and squeezing your buttocks the same way he usually did with your breasts. “Sit.”

You whirled your head to look back at him and saw his throbbing pink head being positioned on your swollen entrance. He pumped himself a few times before manspreading on his office chair, holding your waist with his large manly hands to guide you. Your knees were shaking as you slowly allowed him to bury his hardened cock until you’ve fully sat on his member, grinding sexily above his crotch. You even had to arch your back because he locked your arms together from the back. “Wh-What if someone comes in?”

“Fuck.” Satoru was too absorbed by his own pleasure, now beginning to meet your hips with his own thrusts to have his wife bouncing on his cock. He watched how his shaft would disappear each time your buttocks met his pelvis. “Like that? We should do this position more.”

You suppressed your whimpers despite your desperation to just cry it all out because of how good he was with his rhythm. It would be embarrassing for anyone to catch you doing such an obscene act in your husband’s office, especially in broad daylight, so you tried your very best to restrain your filthy mewls. “F-Faster.”

Satoru’s guttural moans were deep enough to make you go crazy from this midday heat. “Shit. Shit. That feels good.”

You woke up this morning expecting that your day was going to be spent alone waiting for your husband to come home from work. You expected that you could burn the clock by continuing your sketches that you’ve left in progress, perhaps in the living room where you could have the best view of the Tokyo skyline. It never crossed your wildest dreams that you would find yourself being intimate with your husband in his office with only a wall separating the two of you from the eyes and ears of the executives, the staff, and most importantly, of Sera. What was going through Satoru’s head when he initiated sex with you? He was so eager to have you that he didn’t even care to wait at home.

Maybe, just maybe, you loved the desperation that he showed. It made you feel desired, wanted, and appreciated by your husband seeing as he was doing everything just to make sure that he was returning the sexual gratification that you were giving him. At one point, he had to manhandle you back on top of his desk, raising one of your legs up high so he could hit your most sensitive spot with the swollen head of his cock. The position allowed him to cover your mouth while he was plowing his member into you at a faster pace, so deep that he managed to release all of his thick semen straight into your cervix.

It was crazy to think that you were once a virgin who shied away from the idea of physical intimacy, often insecure about your skills in bed because you knew that some women were just far better than you ever would be. And yet, here you were, catching your breath on top of your husband’s desk as he planted a kiss on your spine before pulling your underwear up and lowering the hem of your skirt to cover you.

“I’m done for the day,” he announced, hoisting you up with one arm and sniggering as he saw you breathing roughly through your mouth. He didn’t even stay an hour long in his office before he decided to leave. “Get up, mommy.”

Heat permeated your cheeks. “I’m not pregnant.”

“You will be.”

You could’ve at least combed your hair and he could’ve tucked his shirt better because when you two dashed out of his office, you knew that most of the people were aware of what happened behind their boss’ doors. No one could really judge you for sleeping with your own husband except for Sera who was thankfully not anywhere in sight as you left the building together.

Somehow, why did things start to feel like a competition to you?

The mall was serene when you arrived, void of too many shoppers on a weekday because everyone else was stuck in whatever daily schedules that they still had. Going back to the mall reminded you of the day when Toji gave you a spark of inspiration to follow your dreams and start your own brand—providing you with an insight on how you could manage a successful business all by yourself. You haven’t given it much thought because you were still hesitant if your designs were worthy enough for the public, but each time the man crossed your mind, you could feel nothing but gratitude because he had become the blanket to your stormy days. His encouragement gave you a boost of confidence to believe in yourself without letting your insecurities swallow you.

From the last time you were with him, you couldn’t forget how the sales staff had mistaken you as his spouse because of how visibly comfortable you were around the Zen’in Group’s CEO. Whether it was the natural closeness or the undeniable chemistry, unfortunately, the innocent mistake now struck a problem with your actual husband who followed your tail as you walked inside the Givenchy store.

“Mrs. Zen’in, welcome back!” greeted the same lady who assisted you before.

You didn’t even get the chance to answer because Satoru became stiff at the name that you were addressed with, narrowing his eyes between you and the lady as if thinking if he had heard it correctly. “Say that again.”

“I’m sorry, sir…?” The lady was absolutely stupefied. You couldn’t blame her for being intimidated because Satoru could be extremely scary and domineering when provoked.

Sighing, you looped an arm around your husband and attempted to clarify the situation. “Satoru, it was a misunderstanding—”

“I’m asking her,” he sternly gestured his chin towards the lady, digging holes on her skull with the way his eyes bore into her, “what did you call my wife?”

“Oh, I’m… I thought she was Mr. Toji’s…” Her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, God! I am so sorry, Mrs. Gojou. I didn’t mean to.” The lady was desperate at showing how apologetic she was, even bowing in a full 90-degree just to let your husband know that it was an honest mistake and that she was never going to do it again. You had to be the one to tell her that it was fine and that she didn’t need to say sorry, soon facing your husband only to receive his frown.

“You wanna explain why she called you that?” he asked, clenching his jaws to signal his displease. You wondered why the thought of Toji seemed to ignite fire in his eyes.

“We just bumped into each other and then he helped me pick a suit, that’s all there is to it.” And with a lowered voice, you murmured, “I didn’t complain when you spent the whole weekend with your mistress.”

Despite being suspicious, Gojou couldn’t say anything more about your friendly encounter with Toji Zen’in because he was clearly too surprised by your audacity to make remarks about his unfaithfulness. What he didn’t like was how you called Sera, his one true love, a mistress. “Don’t call her that.”

You were guessing that he just didn’t want to make a scene as he willingly followed the sales staff towards the dressing room—the same staff handed you your husband’s phone and wallet while they assisted him in fitting the mohair suit that you purchased for him.

It was ironic how he ignored Sera this morning, but would defend her behind her back and you assumed that it was the opposite for you. If he could call you an attention-seeker, why couldn’t you call Sera a mistress? As apologetic as you were for unintentionally splitting them apart—the cheating, the hickeys, and her implication of you being the homewrecker to their relationship made up for all the factors that messed with your head in the worst way possible. When Sera requested for you to allow them to still see each other, you never exactly agreed. All you said to her was that you understood where she was coming from and that you felt sorry for getting in the way. You’ve already seen pain in their perspective and it was about time that they saw pain through yours.

The world must be playing with you because Sera’s name appeared on your husband’s phone as he received a text message from her. You weren’t one to snoop into his private affairs, but your curiosity won when you opened his phone to read the message.

Sera: I can’t believe you’d actually bring her here. I don’t care if it’s all for show. I’m not happy with it.

Your breathing ceased. Your face lacked color.

All for show? And here you were being a fool to believe that Satoru took you with him because he genuinely wanted to spend time with you. Truth was, he was only doing it to prevent Sera from being seen as the paramour that she was. Each time you let your guard down, you were always bound to be broken. You should have realized that the way of life around Satoru was to be constantly hurt by the lack of sincerity in his actions because how could he ever choose you over her? He was probably only partially grateful for the comfort you gave him when he had his nightmare, but if it had been Sera next to him, his kisses would all be meant for her.

You’re so fucking stupid, Y/N. The accumulation of tears made your eyes glossy and you had to keep them from spilling because Gojou no longer deserved them. He didn’t deserve all of you, forcing the thought in your head when you spitefully checked his photo album to see countless photos of Sera, even intimate ones, that he was storing shamelessly in his phone. There was only one photo of you out of the two-thousand that he had of her—it was of you standing under the Northern Lights, looking up at the night sky with a contented smile on your face. At that time, you were unaware of the revelation of who Sera truly was in his life.

It took you one click to delete your photo from his phone, locking the gadget back to its place just in time when your husband came out wearing the suit.

You couldn’t even look at his eyes when he showed you how perfectly tailored the outfit was for him. Every corner from his shoulders down to his ankles made him look princely in a one-million yen outfit. “You look great,” you simply said, finding your way to the mirror where he stood behind you with a satisfied face. While he became less hostile after wearing the suit, it was now you who displayed an apathetic visage from all the things you had seen on his phone.

“I like it,” he told you, grabbing you by the waist as he stared at you from the mirror. “Let me get you something in return.”

“No need. Just wear it for your dad’s birthday.” You drew in a deep breath, handing his phone and wallet back to him before you headed to thank the staff.

He seemed to notice the sudden change in your mood and he was aware that you were trying to avoid him because he spent the next hour glancing at your face wondering what he did wrong. He didn’t do anything wrong. He simply loved.

What was wrong in this marriage was you staying when all flags had no other colors but red.

Satoru was deeply bothered by how you were distancing yourself from him, again. He wasn’t dumb. He knew that you checked his phone and realized how you have read Sera’s new messages. The thing was, he wanted to tell you not to get the wrong idea. Showing you off was just a bonus to conceal his affair with her, but it was more so because he just wanted you around him in his office. The sex? That was not for show. He genuinely wanted it and he also wanted to tell you that he hadn’t really done it again with Sera ever since he got married.

Even with his reasons, his pride stopped him from explaining all of these to you. His head was nothing but a bubble of confusion because he was refusing to understand why he wanted to even redeem himself for you. He just couldn’t accept that he wanted to appease you. Satoru told himself that he wouldn’t care if you get hurt, that he wouldn’t care about cheating when he didn’t even love you—why wasn’t he feeling those same sentiments now?

But aside from his marital problems, he also wasn’t particularly happy when he saw his mother coming out of a car, dressed in a halter trapeze with her hair in a half-updo like how she usually did when he was younger. Tonight was one of the most important nights in the Gojou family as they were to celebrate his father’s 65th birthday at The Chateau where all of the most influential people in the business world gathered. The venue was overflowing with luxury that boasted of just how affluent the Gojou family was. The lavish banquet, the classical music, and the grandiose decorations in hues of white and gold一everything was an arrant display of power and wealth, something that his mother learned to despise so much that she left.

So, why the fuck is she here? Satoru had to keep it together when his mom walked closer to him, offering a hesitant smile as they met outside of the main entrance. He instinctively looked around for you and noticed how you handed your coat off to one of the personnels to reveal yourself in a sexy, brown Mugler dress that was made out of thick satin, cut generously to show a window to your cleavage. The dress fit like a corset that tightly hugged your curves, allowing a peek into your thigh from the side slit that would definitely attract every single man’s attention tonight. Gojou was going to lose his mind because you never showed him your dress since you two left the penthouse so he had no single idea what you had underneath your Burberry coat. He was not expecting that you would be wearing such a provocative dress at all.

He surely gaped at his wife, but remembered that his mother was only standing next to him and his irritance came crawling back. He found it twice as annoying how his mom even gasped at the sight of you. “My daughter-in-law, she’s drop dead gorgeous, isn’t she?”

“You have guts,” he scoffed at her, glaring without any remorse. “What brings you here? Don’t you hate all this extravagance that’s why you left?”

His mother showed her invitation card and held back a sigh. Just like you, she was patient at moving closer to fix the bow tie on his black Givenchy mohair suit. “Your father invited me out of Nana’s request,” she explained as she fixed her son’s collar, very similar to how you usually did it for him. “It’s been years. I don’t plan to hold a grudge on him for so long. We have reconciled.”

“Then you should know that I can hold a grudge for the rest of my life.” Satoru didn’t mean to be such an asshole to his mom, not when she meant the whole world to him for being his anchor and strength when he was younger. She was the first woman he ever loved, the only woman he treasured the most in this world if only she didn’t ruthlessly abandon him into the hands of an abusive father who tormented him by inflicting both physical and mental pain.

Satoru knew that he wouldn’t be half as fucked up as he was now if she stayed, and yet when he begged on his knees that Thursday morning a little over eight years ago, he remembered just how much it devastated him when the same mother chose to leave.

His mom recalled the memory like it was yesterday, that was why she tried to make amends by reaching out to her only son. “My son, I know you’re still upset with mom, but I had a reason—”

“Save it for someone who cares and get lost.” The son didn’t hold back from sending her a look so sharp it could kill. He didn’t even stay when he walked inside to meet you in the grand foyer where you talked to Ieiri who showered you with compliments for your chosen dress. With his mom around, Gojou was desperate for your attention to distract himself from getting angrier than he already was. “Hey.”

However, your smile faded when you looked at your husband who now had an arm locked around your waist. “Your mom’s here,” you strictly said, peering at your in-law. “Oh, Nana’s with her.”

Satoru gritted his teeth and refused to look back although he could hear Nana’s voice greeting his mother with familial warmth. “I don’t care,” he told you, wrapping a tighter arm around you. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“Oh, please.” Shoko let out a snort, following you two as you walked further inside the venue. “I bet you’re drooling over Y/N. She looks so good.”

Instead of blushing, you were forcing a smile. “I bet he’s not.”

“Well, he’s missing out.”

All three of you turned around to see Satoru’s best friend, Getou, dressed in a royal blue tuxedo that matched Ieiri’s one-shoulder sequined dress of the same color. If Gojou didn’t know any better, he would have assumed that the two were a couple.

“Ooh, matchy outfits,” you teased, beaming at your husband’s friends. It was baffling how you’ve smiled at everyone tonight except your own spouse. “You look nice, Suguru.”

Satoru’s brows had creased as he looked at you. “You have time to praise everyone but me?” He wasn’t throwing a fit but his friends sure sniggered at his sudden outburst of jealousy. No, he couldn’t be jealous. Why the hell would he be jealous? He was only annoyed that you’ve been disregarding him.

“You already know how good you look,” your reply was dull, but held his hand withal. You didn’t even take note of how he hasn’t taken his ring off for two weeks now. You were acting detached as if you were placing a wall between you and him, and Gojou certainly hated this version of you.

The tension remained even as all four of you entered the main hall to see the multitude of guests in fancy outfits as an ostentatious display of wealth. They were being served champagne by dozens of waiters and waitresses while they talked about their respective business ventures.

If Naoya Zen’in and his facetious nature was here tonight, Satoru was sure that the man would have already mocked whoever looked like a parvenu in his eyes. Though, for one of two things; none of the Zen’ins were invited because they were rivals, and there were no arrivistes in the party as all guests were born elites, aristocrats, and A-lists.

No one was nouveau riche except his step-mom who descended from the grand staircase with her bejeweled gown, fur scarf, and shiny diamond necklace. Satoru was disgusted at the sight of how the woman was trying hard enough to act like she belonged in the high society when she was and would always be a mistress-turned-wife.

The real woman to be respected in this party was his birth mom, but she was merely standing in one corner with Nana like the humble woman that she had always been. His mom was the first wife and should be given high regard, not the witch who faked her smiles towards everyone including him and his wife.

“Good to see you two,” said the woman, giving you a kiss on the cheek while noticing how Satoru didn’t want to greet her the same way. “Have fun tonight, okay? Your dad’s coming down in a bit. He’s still upstairs with Yuuta. You know how sweet of a son he is to him.”

Bullshit. This woman was making it seem like Satoru had never been a good son like his step-brother was. Yuuta wasn’t even related to him by blood to be acting like an ass-kisser.

As she left, Satoru knew that she purposely walked past his mother and ignored her presence as if she had all the fucking right to do so.

“Chill out.” Suguru was patting his back after noticing how hard he was breathing. The said best friend then handed him a glass of whiskey so he could just drink his frustrations out. “Are we still on with that Bora Bora trip?”

“Hey! I was gonna bring that up,” Shoko excitedly chimed in while you remained clueless next to your husband. “I’ve been working out just to get that perfect summer body.”

Satoru snorted, playfully. “No one’s gonna look at you, anyway.”

“Shut up, asshole. Are we taking your PJ or are we flying commercial?” she asked, sipping from her glass of champagne. “Y/N’s coming, right?”

You looked at your husband for answers. “Bora Bora?”

Shit. He hasn’t told you. “It’s uh, our yearly trip. We go there every year and spend a weekend getaway.”

Suguru’s eyes widened when his best friend traded looks with him. “Wait, don’t tell me Sera’s still going…”

Panic stretched across Satoru’s eyes. “Yeah, she’s—”

“I get it,” you interrupted as you concluded a theory in your head, “You guys always go with Sera, right? I don’t think I should go.”

Ieiri was full of concern when she looked at you, noticing how you scooted away from your husband. “Wait Y/N, you’re coming with us!” she encouraged. “It’s gonna be fun. I’ll be there and I promise you’ll enjoy the trip.”

Satoru, on one hand, pulled you back by wrapping an arm around your hips. “Yeah, you’re coming.” By pressing his lips on your ear, he whispered, “They’ll suspect if we don’t go together.”

You released a bitter scoff that mixed in with the glossiness of your eyes as if you were in complete disbelief that he was about to pull another Iceland on you. Still, you seemed to have agreed out of spite. “Sure, whatever. I’ll go.”

Later that night, you tried to spend as much time around Gen while Gojou was constantly being snatched by the elders that wanted to have a business-related conversation with him. You took notice of how he was being praised by your dad, claiming that Satoru was the perfect son-in-law and husband that he could ask for his daughter while proudly adding comments about his competency as an heir to the Gojou Group.

You could see Satoru glancing around every now and then to not lose his sight of you and you were so close to just dropping your cold act because it was getting harder and harder to resist him when he was now showing an ounce of affection. Frankly, you didn’t want to argue with him on his dad’s birthday but his constant insensitivity was getting on your nerves. The topic about the Bora Bora trip even amused you because you were aware that your husband only wanted you there so no one would have suspicions about your failing marriage. You didn’t want to think of how much chaos would ensue on a trip that had both you and Sera together, but you realized that you had to be there to finally give yourself an ultimatum if you could still stomach the idea of your husband loving another woman.

“Are you and Satoru fighting or what?” Gen sounded genuinely concerned with her question. “I was gonna say he can’t keep his eyes off of you but it feels like he’s bothered about something.”

Bothered because you’ve been indifferent to him all night? He made you feel that way since the day of your wedding and he couldn’t even stand the same treatment for five seconds. But for all its worth, you didn’t open up to Gen. “We’re fine,” you lied, changing the topic by mentioning your three year-old niece. “How’s Nina?”

“We got two nannies for her,” she answered, peeking at her husband who was engaged in a conversation with your dad and Satoru. “Nina said she wants a cousin.”

You chuckled, soon shaking your head. “She’ll have to wait for a long time.”

“How come?”

The owner of the voice was Nana whose arm was looped around your mother-in-law’s by the time they joined you and Gen in the cocktail table. Satoru’s mom even tucked in a few strands of your hair behind your ear and complimented you for looking absolutely stunning.

“I’ve been trying to live long enough to see my future grandchild,” Satoru’s grandmother added, eyes turning into crescents as she smiled.

“Nana’s right,” agreed by your mom-in-law, “I’m looking forward to seeing my son as a father.”

Right. While he still had issues to deal with, you doubted if Satoru was truly ready to be a dad and you just wanted to escape the topic of your pregnancy as it had so much baggage to unload. You couldn’t outright tell them your reasons for not wanting a child because it would require you to reveal the truth about your marriage with Gojou behind closed doors. Were they ready to hear that he has a mistress? Were they ready to hear that he was oftentimes mean to you? Ruining their image of Satoru was the last thing you wanted to do.

“We’ve been trying,” was all that you could say, “he wants a boy so…”

Thankfully enough, all attention had shifted into the man who was celebrating his 65th birthday tonight as he came down the staircase with his wife and Yuuta on either side, grinning at the guests and receiving their kind wishes before he began with his introductory speech.

“Thank you all for coming,” your father-in-law spoke with all eyes and ears on him, dressed in a custom-tailored Dolce & Gabbana champagne tuxedo as he stood high and mighty like a Chairman of the largest conglomerate should. “It’s my sixty-fifth year and I cannot wish for anything more than a happier life. I am in deep gratitude to have a beautiful, loving wife by my side and my son, Yuuta, who has just received an acceptance letter from Harvard,” his proud speech earned gasps of astonishment and a series of congratulatory remarks from the guests while he presented his new family in front of everyone, including his ex-wife and his eldest son.

Somehow, when your eyes found Satoru, you could see the immense pain and anger that he felt. The paroxysm of negative emotions that casted your husband’s face led you to believe that he was about to snap. Like a button ready to blast everything around him一he was close to letting his wrath overcome him until Suguru came to pat his back as a way of comfort. You didn’t know how much Satoru had been drinking but he didn’t stop himself from reaching for another glass of whiskey to drown himself with the hard liquor.

This was a nightmare for him. To see his father boasting about his new wife and son, to see the same father being insensitive to Satoru and his mom, to see the father having a wide smile on his face while overtly destroying the lives of his first family. For once, you wanted to eliminate your ill feelings for your husband just to sympathize with him because it was unimaginable to even think of the rage that enshrouded his mind.

“I am also very grateful to have my eldest son who has recently just married my gorgeous daughter-in-law, the heiress of the Creston Financial Group,” the old man continued, looking at Satoru who already had a face that was hard as stone. “He is doing a great job at running the company, probably better than I have in the last three decades. Watching him grow made me realize that the greatest gift that I have received is my family.”

You were not as surprised when Satoru left, storming out of the place because it sickened him to hear his father spouting the opposite of what he truly felt. You sensed his mom looking at him worriedly but couldn’t find the strength to chase after her son because of the fear that her presence would only ruin him more. Being his wife, you gave your mom and Nana a reassuring look before you came running after him with the hope that you could provide him comfort at such a distressing time.

Your heart ached because you would always find it in yourself to care for him. Satoru may value his childhood promises but you valued your marriage vows. To stand by his side through good and bad times, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. To stay true to him and love him unconditionally for the rest of your days. This was your promise and the very reason why you stayed with him.

Whatever pain he was feeling, you shared it. You could feel the same gravity resting on your shoulders as you ran out of the venue to look for your husband after an arduous walk around The Chateau. You were already panting out of breath when you found him sitting on the trunk of his black McLaren car, chugging a whole bottle of scotch with inebriated, carmine eyes that glared at the night sky.

“Satoru…” You walked closer, placing a hand on his shoulder and trying your best to take the bottle out of his strong grasp. “That’s enough.”

He raised the bottle higher so you couldn’t reach for it. “Leave me alone,” he spat, eyes showing signs of intoxication. “Weren’t you avoiding me all night, anyway? You wanna leave me so bad, don’t you? You’re tired of me.”

You assessed the emotions on his face. He couldn’t even stand straight on his own. “Do you want me to call Sera?”

By trying to reach for his phone, he swatted your hand away. “Why would you一you’re my wife.”

“I am, but you need her.” And this wasn’t you being selfless again. This was you deciding what could be the best for him in a situation like this. “Come on, I’ll give her a call so you can go see her and she can take care of you.”

It caught you off guard when he slammed the bottle on the ground, leaving the glass shattered to pieces the same way his heart crumpled when you offered to let him see his lover. But what took your breath away was how he got up and glared at you, appearing as though he was hurt that you were pushing him away. “I don’t need her right now!” he snapped, “she doesn’t even give a fucking a damn about... about… Fuck this. She hates it when I open up about all my fuckin’ trauma because she’s already dealing with her own problems, you understand that? You understand how much that hurts me?”

So this was how it was for them. You never knew that you would ever see the day where he would willingly reveal all of these to you. Surely, it was liquid courage that allowed him to spill the ugly side of his relationship with Sera一the reality that he couldn’t be himself around her because she wanted him to stick to being the ideal man who could handle things perfectly on his own. Sera did not want to lose the image of Satoru that she created in her head, and as a result, it hindered him from showing his vulnerability around her.

A soundless sigh flew out of your mouth before you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him close and resting your chin on his shoulder. You could feel his heartbeat vibrating against your chest as you rubbed his back to soothe him from his outburst. “Okay, I understand you. I’m sorry. Let’s go home now.” After pulling away, you wiped his cheek. “Give me your keys.”

There were tears in his eyes, but he was strong enough to hold them in. “No, I’ll drive.”

“You’ll get arrested for DUI. It’s bad publicity for your company.” You heard him sniff as you reached for the key in his back pocket, successfully fishing it out until you heard heavy footsteps heading towards the two of you. When you turned around, you were greeted by the demon that was Satoru’s dad. He had nothing but a look of antipathy towards his son who was now laughing like a maniac at the sight of his father and his step-brother coming after him.

“What the fuck do you need now?” Satoru’s grin was absolutely terrifying. “You gonna brag about your new family again? In front of me and my fucking mom? You’re so insensitive, aren’t you? You even invited her just to show off. Fucking asshole. I hope this is the last year you’ll get to celebrate your birthday一”

You let out a gasp as Satoru received a harsh slap left a bright red mark on his cheek. “Dad, don’t!”

“Dad!” Yuuta had a look of horror bathing his eyes as he attempted to stop further violence to ensue, but their father had already latched onto his eldest son by gripping his collar.

“You dare make a scene in front of my guests?!” The father snarled at Satoru with eyes that pierced straight through his soul. “Get your act together, you bastard!”

Before he could lay another hand on him, you protected your husband by forcing yourself in between the two of them. “Dad, please stop,” you begged, feeling Satoru’s shaky hands around your hips to hold you close. You had to ignore the sudden tightening on your chest for the sake of your partner. “H-He’s drunk. I’m sorry, we’re leaving now. Please go back to the party.”

The old man did leave while giving Satoru one last look and something tells you that the damage could have been worse if you didn’t try to intervene. How could he hit his own son? It wrecked you when you looked at your husband to see him laughing humorlessly because violence had always been something that he received from the man that he called his father. He had to endure being the punching bag for years without the comfort of his mother.

With this in mind, your heart softened into mush.

“Nee-chan,” Yuuta called, stepping back as he worriedly looked at his older brother. “Please be careful on the way home.”

You must be a superwoman because you couldn’t imagine how you managed to drag your drunk husband home despite his mindless mumbling and wobbly legs. You couldn’t even bring up how you saw Sera’s lipstick in his McLaren because now wasn’t the perfect time to show your unreasonable jealousy. A broken man was hiding underneath his drunken exterior and all you could do was to mend the cracks in his heart before it worsened.

Surely, he wouldn’t remember half of the things that he did tonight and you were only relieved because he could at least numb the pain that he was feeling. Drowning one’s self in alcohol was the same thing you did when you were desperate to conceal your heartache, and with that, you couldn’t blame Gojou for being inebriated out of his wits.

What was difficult was dealing with an intoxicated man who weighed twice as much as you, refusing to take off his clothes as he plopped himself on your shared bed.

“Satoru, please cooperate,” you were pleading at this point as you unbuttoned his shirt. Your heels and his shoes were discarded on the floor as you sat in the corner of the bed, trying your best to remove his top. “You need to get dressed so you can sleep comfortably.”

The effects of the alcohol were only heightening now, half an hour since he chugged the bottle of scotch like an alcoholic. His cerulean eyes were blank and his lips were parted as he stared at your face for the next few minutes. It was a good thing that he wasn’t on the verge of throwing up, but you knew better that he was about to be extremely hungover the next day.

“I don’t want to,” he stubbornly responded, pulling you forcefully to lay on top of him. “Hey… You see… You see the w-way those dudes at the party looked at you?”

Sighing, you rested your head on his chest with your legs on either side of his waist and listened to his garbles. “Mhm, which ones?”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill them,” he huffed, lifting your dress so he can squeeze your bum. “Don’t th-they know you’re mine?”

You stopped breathing for a moment, refusing to be fooled by yet another round of his game of playing pretend. “You don’t have to act, Satoru. No one’s around.”

His chest rose up and down heavily while you listened to the beat of his heart knowing that it was beating for another. “What do you mean?” he scoffed and you looked up to see his frown. “This isn’t acting. You are mine.”

“Sure…” For all you knew, he was saying this now because he was intoxicated but he would be back to being a complete douche tomorrow.

“Y/N…” However, as the man embraced you tightly, you no longer had the strength to move away from his grasp.You were attached both physically and emotionally—that was the saddest part of it. “My wifey.”

Gosh. He was definitely drunk. You could even hear his chuckles after he called you with such term of endearment. “Yes, hubby?” you played along, tracing his shoulder blades as he slurred his words.

“Don’t ever leave me… okay?” He held onto you like a child would do to a stuffed toy. “Promise me you won’t leave like she did.”

You assumed that he was referring to his mom. “Satoru,” you raked your fingers through his white hair, “your mom had her reasons. I’m sure she feels awful but maybe you can give her a chance to explain her side.”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” His long arctic lashes fluttered while his lids were falling heavy. “I just… wanna forget everything about her.”

You could see the ring on his finger when he took your hand and entwined them together. It was crazy how something as simple as hand-holding could turn your heart into a state of frenzy. “You hate her that much like you hate me?”

There was silence that filled your bedroom on this dead of night. Silence that made you believe that he had fallen asleep because your eyes were also nearly shutting on its own.

But when he spoke again, you had to make sure that you weren’t dreaming to hear his next words. “I hate you because you remind me of her.” The admission had your eyes growing wide. “You’re exactly like my mom… kind, regal, and caring. Arranged to marry my dad. Had to carry a child for the sake of having an heir.”

“Like us.”

“Yeah, like us.” You could feel him running his hand on your back, yawning as he hugged you more tenderly. “And I’m scared that… if I get attached to you… you’ll leave just like her.”

Do people mean it when they say drunk talks are sober thoughts? That alcohol amplifies the bottle of truth that a person has been keeping inside of them for so long? In vino veritas—you’ve read it once and it means that ‘in wine, there is truth’. Since Satoru was under the influence of alcohol, could these words really be his hidden thoughts?

You could already hear his light snore when you gave him a gentle peck on the lips. “Then don’t do things that’ll make me leave.”

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You thought that waking up to feel Gojou’s kisses on your shoulder was an extended dream.

When you opened your eyes, you realized that you were still in your brown Mugler dress while being spooned by the husband who still smelled like alcohol from the immoderate amount of hard liquor that he drank last night. Now the man was here, having woken up before you, feathering soft kisses on the crook of your neck as he snaked his hand around your waist.

He couldn’t still be drunk at 6 AM, could he?

“Baby…” Your voice was hoarse while you slightly turned your head to look at him. “Are you still intoxicated?”

His diamond eyes trailed down on your lips. “What happened to calling me daddy?”

Oh, God. You prevented yourself from blushing despite the heat that suffused your entire body. “What are you—”

You were cut off when he passionately locked his lips against yours, surprising you with a kiss full of ardor knowing that you were unaccustomed to receiving such affection. There was no way for you to read his mind but his actions showed you just how much he desired you. The gleam in his eyes, the hand that was moving to squeeze your bosom, and the lips that were moving in synchronization to yours were all and everything that sent trails of fire to your body.

Does he even remember the things he said before he had fallen asleep?

“Mmph!” you whimpered when he bit your lower lip, taking the opportunity to roll his tongue against yours while he worked on finding the zipper to your dress. His huge, manly hands were impatient and a groan left his mouth as he gripped your dress from the back and ripped it off. “S-Satoru!”

You were startled by the roughness in his actions, eyes widening to look at him in complete astonishment. There was nothing but a haughty smirk plastered on his handsome face as he sat up and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, later throwing the garment on the floor. You were stuck in bed trying to process what was going on until your husband made you turn around so he could properly peel the dress of your naked body.

“I didn’t get to appreciate you in this dress last night,” he husked, kissing your bare shoulder before kneading your mounds from behind. His hot breath sent shivers to your spine as he whispered in your ear. “Take it off.”

Even if you were mad embarrassed, you still obliged and slipped the dress off your body while he also made an effort to rid himself of his clothing. You’ve seen each other naked countless times but you were always still shy and insecure around him. “You know I don’t like doing it in the morning.”

“Why?” he asked, tossing your dress to the floor before he pushed your back against the mattress. You were laying in bed with your legs closed until he forced them open so he could get in between. “You’re still shy?”

You avoided his eyes, too awkward to look at him. “N-No,” you gulped as you tried to laugh it off. The next thing you knew, he was pinning your wrist on either side of your head concurrently to when he latched his mouth back into yours.

His kisses were tender and deep, tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of his tongue as you breathed each other in. “No need to be shy,” his lips vibrated above yours, “We do this all the time.”

Twice a week. Thrice if he wasn’t busy. It was either before bed or in the shower before he would go to work. The excuse was always to ‘make a baby’ but sometimes you wondered if he was starting to genuinely like doing it with you. You were already deciding to tell him that he was never going to get you pregnant as long as you were taking birth control pills, but you were far too afraid to hear his reaction so you’ve decided to push it back once more.

As if the thought wasn’t already hurtful, your sadistic mind flew to Sera in the middle of a steamy make out session with your husband because you couldn’t help but remember the intimate pictures that she had in his phone. You were curious to know if he was careful enough to use a condom with her. How many times do they do it behind your back? Does he initiate it a lot? Does he tell her he loves her while he’s buried seven inches deep? Sera was ethereal and shapely with chocolate brown eyes and flawless ivory skin. You could imagine how much Satoru must love kissing every part of her body while she moaned for his name, telling him how much she loved doing it with him because in their eyes, having sex wasn’t wrong. It could never be a sin when she owned him from the start.

Because you were tortured by your own thoughts, you ended up pushing your husband off, pulling away from his kisses as unmistakable pain reflected through your eyes. “I-I’m sorry, I just…”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving your hair out of your face as he rested above you. You could feel his hard member brushing against your thigh while he gazed down at you in both worry and desire. “Look at me.”

You placed your palms on his chest, slightly pushing him away. “You and Sera do this a lot, don’t you?”

He was evidently annoyed by your decision to bring her up. “Can we not talk about her?” he questioned, leaning back in to leave open mouthed kisses along your jaw. “I want you, right now. I didn’t get to have you last night.”

You want me right now but tomorrow you’ll want Sera? You wanted to ask the question out of spite but became too distracted when he suddenly crawled lower to attach his mouth on your left breast. He sucked the rounded mass, squeezing it with both hands before swirling his tongue around your nipple. All that you could do was let your hand grab a fistful of his hair until he moved to your right breast to give it the same attention. “Nng. Y-Your teeth—”

You could feel his mischievous grin because his teeth grazed your skin, too late when you realized that he had his fingers doing circular motions against your clit. “You’re so wet already,” he claimed, stretching your labia apart and sliding his fingers between your folds. The moans that left your lips were embarrassingly loud. “I should have done this to you in your dress last night.”

“Y-You ripped it—aah,” you mewled, digging your nails on his back as you watched him lowering himself down. He was smothering you with soft kisses around your chest, stomach, and down to your inner thighs. By spreading your legs further apart, you could feel his mouth moving closer and closer to your cunt until his tongue found its way to delve into your slit. Holy shit. Was this how it feels to receive oral? “A-Aaah! S-Satoru—!”

He was parting the lips with his fingers so he could do a better job at lapping his tongue inside of your core, sucking your juices in and allowing the squelching noises to tickle your ear like a sweet melody. “Fuck,” he cussed under his breath. “You taste so good.”

Your nails were digging onto the duvet, desperate to hold anything as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. You were seeing stars as your husband did more by flicking his tongue on your nub, soon replacing his mouth from ransacking your sweet pussy as he palmed your whole genital with a cocky smirk. “Mm—!”

“Say you want me.” His eyes were condescending and lustful as you hoisted yourself up so you could rest your back on the pillow. Your husband had a cock that was too big for someone who had very little experience. Looking back on your first night, there had been major progress from the way he was treating you in bed with much more affection and allowing you to get used to the burning stretch that his length and girth would bring every time he buried himself inside of you.

By choice, you were desperate to have him now, too. “I-I want you…” You wanted to arouse him the same way he did with you. You wanted to please him better than he could do to you. You wanted him, all for you.

“Good.” Gojou was satisfied with the wanton look that shined in your eyes when he leaned in to give you a peck on the lips before he positioned his tip on your entrance. He didn’t immediately thrust it in, and instead, pleased your pussy by grinding his head against your clit. His shaft slid with ease between your folds, lubricated by your slick before he teasingly slapped your cunt with the length of his cock. He erupted into a snigger as he saw the look on your face. “I’m going in.”

You always found it funny how he would warn you when he was ‘going in’ because Satoru seemed like a guy who didn’t care if you were unprepared. Still and all, the preparation allowed you to hold back a moan, breath hitching as soon as your husband penetrated your cavern and warmed his cock with your velvet walls.

Both of you moaned at the same time as he lowered himself down to press his body against yours, intoxicating you with the skin-to-skin before he connected your lips back together. “Mmph—! A-Aah!”

“Ah—shit.” Satoru didn’t restrain his groans this time around. He got a little too excited at slamming his cock inside of you, forcing you to feel every ridge as his shaft with every hard thrust. His breath smelled of whiskey but you didn’t mind having him leaving marks on your neck as your nails scratched his back. “I can fuck you day and night and not get tired.”

The statement made your thoughts run wild. “D-Daddy!” And you weren’t expecting that word from leaving your lips each time your husband managed to hit your g-spot. He was visibly turned on with it, pulling away to kneel and continue rutting into you by holding your waist. Your breasts bounced wildly from the roughness of his thrusts.

“You like daddy’s cock?” He grinned like an idiot, gaze animalistic and overflowing with lust. With your legs stretched apart, he could see how your cunt swallowed the entirety of his dick, all red and swollen because of his size. He decided to make your moans louder by pressing his thumb on your clit, rubbing the sensitive button while jostling your hips at a better rhythm.

“Mm—yes! Please… m-more,” you begged like the submissive wife you were, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it with your hand. Gojou went absolutely nuts at the view. “H-Hard and fast.”

His eyes glinted with a predatory gaze as if the request elicited his dirtiest thoughts. “Mommy wants it hard and fast?” Soon enough, his playful smirk was back. “Come here.”

You didn’t initially understand his instruction when he hooked his arms under your legs, suddenly carrying you out of bed while you held onto his neck for support. Where’s he taking you? His cock temporarily left your hollow core as he made his way towards the window wall that had the best view of the Tokyo skyline. “What are we…?”

“Trying to conceive a boy.” His smile was impish when he pressed you against the glass wall and made a haste move to sink his cock back into your cunt. “Gen said this position works best.”

Dammit, Gen. How does Gojou not get shy talking about stuff like this with your older sister of all people? You never thought that your husband would follow her advice and make love to you while standing up, pressing you against the glass wall and ensuring that he was going balls deep inside of you.

And as requested, the way he fucked you was hard and fast as you glided against the wall like a ragdoll. The increased roughness and speed in his pace caused you a shockwave of intense sensual gratification that sent you to seventh heaven. The moans and the salacious sounds that came from his rough pace drowned your room with a surge of euphoria because Gojou never once stopped from plowing your cunt with his hardened member, deepening and hitting your most sensitive spot each time he penetrated you.

For the first time, Satoru was sincerely looking at your face, muttering the words, “you look pretty,” while he was chasing his climax.

“A-Aah! I-I’m g-gonna c-come,” every word that escaped your mouth came out in a hushed voice. The skin slapping noise resonated through your four walls each time his pelvis collided against yours. “So c-close—!”

“Fuck. Fuck, yeah.”

“Satoru, I can’t hold it in—!”

“Then cum,” he ordered, having you crying out his name as he watched you disintegrating from the intensity of your orgasm. You were creaming all over his cock while he continued to pleasure himself with your sweet pussy. “That’s it… Good girl.”

You were still recovering from your high when Gojou decided to pull out at the last minute, putting your legs down and forcing you to get on your knees. “W-Why?”

Docile like a rabbit, you watched him as he placed his cock at the same level of your face so you could wrap your hand around his shaft. You did your best to finish the job by pumping his length, soon filling your mouth with his cock as you bobbed your head back and forth, using yourself as a suction to his throbbing member. You looked up to see him throwing his head back and closing his eyes because you were seemingly doing great at sucking his dick.

“Can you swallow for me?” he asked, and as you released him from your mouth, you nodded obediently. “Open your mouth, show me your tongue.”

How does cum even taste like? You got your answer when your husband jerked himself off and released warm spurts of seed on your mouth—some of it splashing on your cheek and on your chest. It was messy but you couldn’t forget the taste of it being bitter, sweet, and slightly metallic. You swallowed the white liquid, much to your husband’s approval before he pulled you up and kissed you with gratitude.

For a moment, you were both catching the breath that you’ve lost until Satoru decided that it was a great idea to tease you. “You have my cum on your face,” he jeered, lifting your chin with his index finger. “I should take a pic and use it as my lockscreen.”

You swatted his hand and looked away, ashamed. “Stop,” you whined, pushing him towards the bathroom. “Go get me a towel.”

“Fine, stay here.”

There were butterflies in your stomach as you looked back at the intimacy that you just shared with your husband because these were rare moments and you treasured every bit of it. These times allowed you to think that you had a normal marriage and that all other outside factors didn’t affect your relationship like what reality has shown you.

It started as a nice day, but got ruined when you saw the notification on Satoru’s phone signaling an Ovulation Alarm when you just had yours a week ago.

Curiosity could truly kill a cat because when you unlocked your husband’s phone, the cycle was not made to track yours but none other than his mistress.

Sera.

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BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG

#bnha 324 #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[batsandbugs]

The Great IKEA Game

A/N: Thank you all so much for your wonderful love and support as I wrote this. I have had so much fun writing this story, and I fully intend to do more in this wonderful universe I somehow constructed, but for now this is the end. Enjoy!

Chapter 13: Blacktop Confrontations

Dick didn’t resist Tim’s insistent pulling, as the IKEA doors slid open. The clean, cool, air giving way to oppressive and muggy late May heat. Jason appeared at his back, a self-satisfied grin on his face, nerf gun slung on his shoulder.

“We are never following your suggestions for family bonding time ever again,” grumbled Tim, blinking in the mid afternoon’s bright sun.

Dick winced. This hadn’t been his best idea, but it turned out alright in the end, hadn’t it? He knew they were lucky to escape this mess without too many consequences.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jason smirked. “I think this was Dickie’s best bad idea yet.”

“Do you realize the number of problems we caused?” complained Tim, completely ignoring Jason. “PR will have my head for this, all our heads actually. I saw people filming us! This will be on social media before the hour is out. And don’t get me started on what Bruce will do.”

“Bruce will be happy we’re getting along,” Dick offered weakly. Which, you know, he would, if getting along didn’t also come attached to media scandals and a large bill. But Dick preferred to look on the upside here.

Tim pinned him with a stare. “No, no he won’t. And the only reason we might, I repeat, might have a chance at mitigating how much a fit he’ll throw is because he’s on another planet halfway across the galaxy.”

“That’s if Alfie doesn’t have our heads first,” Jason said, his previous grin tempered with the idea of what their long-suffering butler-grandfather would do. Lock them out of the cave? Subject them to his waffles? The patented Pennyworth look of I’m Not Mad I’m Just Disappointed?

Dick shuddered.

“That too,” said Tim.

They approached the car, an older model Toyota that generally sat unused in the garage. It wasn’t often they traveled as a group unless it involved cape activities, in which case everyone split themselves between the batmobile and their respective cycles, or a fancy upscale event requiring the limo’s use.

Dick reached into his pocket, to hit nothing but air and lint, and groaned.

“Fucking hell!”

Jason raised a brow. “What’s the matter?”

“The French girl stole my keys.” Then, remembering the interaction which played out between them, “And my phone.”

“Mine too, plus my wallet and knife,” grumbled Jason, twiddling with the trigger on the nerf gun.

Tim bit his lip, turning a thought over in his mind. “I thought I lost my phone in the fire’s chaotic aftermath, but I do remember bumping into a girl on my way to the back office.”

“Fire?” Dick asked. “What fire?” He was ignored.

“Congratulations world’s second greatest detective,” drawled Jason. “An untrained opportunistic civilian managed to pickpocket you.”

Tim shifted back and forth on his feet, barefoot against the parking lot blacktop. “And what’s your excuse?”

Jason rolled his eyes, “Oh shut it. They had me tied up. Plus, demon spawn probably would have ripped my head off.” He snurled his nose. “He’s head over heels for the chick.”

Dick’s concern about Tim and the fire took a back seat to this revelation. “Wait… what!?” Damian… had a crush? “Really?” he asked, once he’d caught his breath. “I find that hard to believe. Teaming up with her is one thing, but having a crush…”

Jason shook his head. “Dickie, you didn’t see them.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. “I chased her through half the store, I’m pretty sure I did.”

“No, no, see them together. He defended her, called her by her first name, and deferred to her when she told him to stop insulting me,” Jason informed them, growing more and more frantic by the word.

Dick admitted that sounded like a crush. Damian showed similar tendencies around Raven before she and Garfield found themselves in a relationship.

“You’re making shit up,” Tim scoffed.

“I’m not! The little demon brat is either in love or bewitched!”

Jason’s words rang in his mind. Bewitched. “She does have magic,” Dick stated. “That’s how she knocked out the store’s electricity.” It was a common problem no matter how hard they trained, or how well they prepared they were always at risk of falling to powers they could not combat.

Damian may be fierce, but if he was under a spell…

Tim scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, who’d want to bewitch Damian into a relationship? The brat’s an intolerable little shit on his best days.”

“I don’t know!” exclaimed Jason. “Someone crazy enough to take part in his sadistic little plans to torture us!”

“Both of you quit it,” Dick snapped, a rising headache forming at the neck’s base. How had he become the collected and responsible one here? Out of the corner of his eye, Tim shifted again and realized how painful it must be standing still on the scorching blacktop. “And Tim, sit on the hood, you’ll burn the soles of your feet at this rate.”

“Oh, so you’d rather I burn my ass off,” sniped Tim, but he jumped on the car’s hood. The bottom of his feet, a bright cherry red that would probably need checking over at home.

“You gotta admit, it’s one of your least attractive features,” teased Jason.

“Your face is your least attractive feature.”

“Really?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow. “I always thought it was the autopsy scars.”

Dick clapped loudly, and both his brothers startled enough to stop snarking at each other. “If you could both focus on the bigger issue here; how are we getting home? If French girl-”

“Marinette, apparently,” sneered Jason.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Okay, Marinette took the keys. How are we getting in the car?”

Jason picked up his leg and slid the sole away from his boot. “Bitch took my knife but not my lock picks.” He held a small lock pick set between his hands.

Tim crossed his legs, raising an eyebrow. “So… what? You’ll break into the car and use shoestrings and lint to hotwire it?”

Jason knelt by the car door. “I’ve been breaking into cars before you could walk Timbo.”

“Jason” Tim started slowly. Dick sighed; this would end up in another fight, wasn’t it? “Even if you could get in without tripping the alarm, which you can’t.” Jason’s face twitched. “You’d have to undo the entire console to reach the wires, which are kept in place by Wayne anti-theft tech.” He pinned Jason with a stare. “Vigilante stress-tested and approved.”

Jason scoffed a very Damian-like sound. “Pfft. So?”

“Large enough electric shock to render even you unconscious, especially without the proper equipment.”

Jason paused a moment, glaring at Tim in frustration, before leaning his head against the car door with a long-suffering sigh. “We don’t use this fucking car for anything!”

Dick rested a consoling hand on Jason’s shoulder. “When has that ever mattered in this family.”

“Oh no, no, no, don’t you include me in this family’s paranoid bullshit. I’m the normal one,” he said, sticking the lockpicks back in the hidden compartment. Dick felt it was kinder to let his brother continue living in a fantasy world where any of them could be considered, “normal”.

Tim, however, did not have that same consideration.

“You have at least four safe houses in Gotham alone, five money caches, a dozen weapons depots, more fake identities and passports than even Bruce, and you triple check your locks before you go to the bathroom. And you claim you’re normal?”

Jason glared. “You little shit, now I need to establish more safehouses.”

Tim perked up. “I found all of them?”

Jason grunted and leveled the nerf gun at Tim, shooting a foam dart right at his head. Tim leaned to the side, the projectile flying clean over his shoulder.

Tim glared. “Why did you take that stupid gun anyhow? Your real artillery cash is larger than the contents of some country’s entire stockpiles.”

Jason smirked. “True. But I didn’t have a nerf gun. I could wave this around the manor, and the old man wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it!” Jason crowed, with a manic smile.

Dick sighed. Of course, that’s where Jason’s thinking went; ‘what was the best way to piss Bruce off?’ “Jay, one, you already do that with your normal guns, you never care about the consequences. And two, what on earth makes you think Alfred will let you bring that inside the manor?”

Jason scoffed. “Please, like Alfred doesn’t have several shotguns hidden around the house. This is a nerf gun; totally harmless.”

“The fact it’s a toy gun won’t bother him, just the amount of chaos you cause with it,” mumbled Dick, leaning against the car. The sun beat down on his head and he shucked off his jacket. It was long past noon, but the weather was still hot and muggy and unbearable on the coast. Especially with no chance of air conditioning in sight.

“The real concern is what happens when Steph gets her hands on it,” mused Tim.

Jason’s eye twitched. “Well, that won’t happen, because blondie will keep her hands to herself if she knows what’s good for her.” He stroked the plastic toy’s barrel with the same reverence as he did his normal weapons. Dick would call it concerning if it didn’t even make the top twenty things about Jason’s personality he did find concerning.

Tim rolled his eyes again and tapped his fingers angrily against the car’s hood.

“Stop that,” complained Jason.

Tim didn’t. “What? I need something to do since without a phone I can’t mitigating the damage we caused.”

“You’re way too addicted to that thing.”

“Well, excuse me for having a day job that keeps us in spandex and Kevlar.”

Dick groaned, ignoring their banter. “Dami knows he won, right?” he asked. “What’s taking him so long?”

Jason shrugged. “Like you said, the little shit could be bewitched. The French chick could have kidnapped him.”

Tim threw up his hands. “Oh well he’s gone, c’est la vie. He’ll be missed, etcetera, etcetera. Let’s find a good Samaritan and see if we can phone Alfie for a ride back.” He moved to slide off the car hood before Dick stopped him.

Dick stared in horror. “Tim that’s our little brother!”

“They set me on fire!” Tim snarked back.

“Tt. Do not be ridiculous Drake.” Dick startled, Jason and Tim doing the same, and turned around. Damian and Marinette approached the group. Dick hadn’t seen his brother since the morning and in that time he’d managed to completely change his outfit, dishevel his hair out of his normal severe style, and picked up a pair of glasses. The two victors casually walking side by side, holding ice cream in hand and looked pleased.

Damian continued. “We set fire around you, and merely signed your person in the process. It was controlled, you were in no actual harm. Unfortunately.”

“Ahh… the victorious bastards return,” drawled Jason, fidgeting with the nerf gun. “Tell me, little liar, did you place demon spawn here under a spell? Interested parties only moderately care if the answer is yes.”

The young woman looked unimpressed with his question. Damian, on the other hand, snarled, his grip tightening on his ice cream, the vanilla treat dripping onto his hand in the hot summer sun. “Fuck off Todd, Marinette has done nothing of the sort.”

“What?” drawled Tim. “Only looking out for your best interests baby bro.”

“My powers aren’t capable of that. I affect situational outcomes, and even then my input is loose and non-directional.” Dick didn’t think magic worked like that but also didn’t know enough to say it didn’t work like that. “So, no, I did not place your brother under a spell.” By the end, she stood right before Jason shooting him a pissed glare.

Damian placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly inched her back. “You have explained the situation to my satisfaction, you owe these cretins no such considerations.”

The young woman pulled herself back and huffed, calming herself. “No, no, Damian. They’re right. They don’t know me, all they’ve seen is me do magic, steal their things, and run away from them. They have a right to be concerned.” She offered her hand in Jason’s direction. “I’m Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Jason scoffed and turned away. Tim looked like he would get off the car, but Dick sent him a firm glare, and his younger brother stayed put. Dick walked forward, not taking the proffered hand. Marinette dropped it, slightly disappointed, but resigned. Damian, on the other hand, inched towards explosive.

Not a good sign his little brother wasn’t under a spell.

Still, good manners were a top priority Alfred drilled into them and returned the greeting. “Nice to meet you Marinette. It’s not every day you find someone who can keep up with us.” He threw a pointed glance at Damian, hoping for a short, if not informative, explanation as to why she could keep up with them.

Damian merely raised an eyebrow and smirked in a way indicating he didn;t intend to tell Dick anything. Damn it.

“Can I have my phone back?” yelled Tim from atop the car. “I’m assuming you’re the one who took my phone.” He observed the woman with scanning eyes, his default mode for anything new that stumbled into Tim’s orbit.

Marinette flushed, reaching into her purse. “Yes, yes I did. You need to work on your situational awareness.” She pulled out a collection of phones, wallets, and the car keys.

“I had plenty situational awareness, little liar,” sneered Jason. The woman’s face twitched at the term. Funny. The rest of their standoffish behavior hadn’t affected her. “You cowards tied me up!”

“We trapped you fair and square,” said Damian, rolling his eyes.

“With lies and trickery!” spat Jason

“Completely within the game’s rules?” Marinette asked sweetly. Damian nodded, and she shrugged at Jason with a ‘what-can-you-do-about-it’ face. Jason sneered and swiped his phone, wallet, and the car keys out of her hands. He turned to Dick, “I’m driving.”

Dick shrugged, figuring that was not a fight worth having, at least it wasn’t Tim arguing to drive – his god-awful road rage would kill them before they hit the city. He grabbed his own phone and wallet and tossed Tim his phone. His younger brother caught it with ease. He stroked it like Jason did his guns; the behavior also not making the top twenty things concerning Dick about Tim – the first eight alone having to do with Tim’s utter disregard to his own health and wellbeing.

“You have good technique.” Dick chose to say to Marinette. “Your acting could have been subtler.”

The woman ducked her head at the comment, a guilt-tinged smile on her face. “I was trying to make you notice, not escape your attention completely.”

“Well, you succeeded.” The utter bafflement, and not the least bit of rage, he felt at her deception lingered in the back of his mind. It made sense his brother would be attracted to someone who caused chaos as easily as he did.

“Obviously she succeeded,” Damian commented, coming behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “She showed more brain cells concerning strategical, misdirection, and physical skills in the past few hours than you three miscreants combined.” Dick didn’t know whether to squeal because; look – his baby brother was flirting! Or roll his eyes, because ugh- his baby brother was flirting.

The girl blushed but didn’t pull away. “Thanks, Damian. I’m glad this turned out to be a fun afternoon.” Marinette glanced at her phone and paled. “I need to go, the bus will be here soon. It was really nice to meet you all!”

“Can’t say the same,” grumbled Jason. Damian tightened at his words and Dick prepared himself to jump in if necessary.

But Marinette brushed off his brusqueness. She turned to Damian with an embarrassed smile. “Oh, there is one more thing I wanted to know…”

“Yes?” asked Damian.

“You never told me your last name? Grayson, Todd, Drake, something else? I’m assuming not Drake, but…” she trailed off. Damian stood in front of her with eyes wide and panicked.

Oh.

Oh.

This would be fun.

Tim reacted first. “Wait!” he exclaimed, jumping off the car. “Wait, wait, wait, wait.” He stalked closer to Damian, who hadn’t moved an inch since Marinette’s question. “You’re telling me, you, Damian ‘Blood is the only thing that matters. Peasants bow before me. Father, dispose of the unworthy interlopers.’ didn’t tell her your last name?!”

“Jump off a cliff Drake,” Damian snarled through clenched teeth.

“Oh nah, kiddo,” Jason said with a malicious grin spreading across his face. “Go on, introduce yourself to the pretty girl.”

“I hate you all with undying passion.”

Dick stretched to ruffle his baby brother’s hair. Good god, the kid was getting tall. “No, you don’t, you love us.”

“No. I hate you. I’m returning to my mother,” his younger brother whined.

Marinette reached and rested her hand on Damian’s arm. “Damian…” she simply said, raising a brow. Such a look shouldn’t do much of anything; Damian regularly did what he wanted when he wanted, but the younger man deflated like a balloon under the woman’s touch.

“Wayne. It’s Wayne. The only blood son of Bruce Wayne. You know... the billionaire that owns half of Gotham.” Dick had never seen Damian so nervous to introduce himself as Bruce’s son before. Normally, he took a ridiculous amount of pride in being a Wayne.

A small part of Dick couldn’t resist the years of training in paranoia. Damian may have been insistent on Marinette casting a spell over him, Dick wouldn’t let the idea go. Not yet.

“We don’t own that much,” corrected Tim with an impish smile. “Maybe like… a quarter of it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, before settling into a knowing smile. “Of course, I’ve seen you all in a few magazines before. My English reading skills were shakier back then, so I didn’t connect the names.” She placed her hands on her hips, the picture of a person Damian found interesting enough to partner with for the whole afternoon.

“Did you honestly think your last name would make me treat you any differently?”

Damian shrugged lightly, trying to maintain a superior air, and failing miserably at it. Dick wanted so badly to fish out his newly returned phone and take pictures but figured his brother was already embarrassed enough.

“Tt. Well, it has occurred before.”

She rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the side. Pausing for a moment. She peered at Damian before hugging him. Her tiny arms wrapping around Damian’s middle and her face buried into his chest. Dick blinked in shock; even he realized spontaneous affection and Damian mixed about as well as oil and water.

But instead of a knife or a rough shove, Damian’s arms settle firmly around Marinette’s shoulders.

“I didn’t know demon brat was capable of giving non-coerced hugs,” staged whispered Jason. Damian’s hackles rose, and the ex-assassin sent a kill-worthy glare at Jason, but he didn’t disengage from the hug.

Marinette pulled away, just an inch or so, but enough that Damian’s hands dropped from her shoulder to her waist. “We’ll keep in touch. It was a pleasure to meet you, Damian.”

Damian grinned, small and slightly sarcastic. “Most people do not express the same.”

The woman laughed, a bright and cheery smile; Dick knew it felt like gold to a besotted young adult. And Damian’s face showed it. “Well, I’m not most people,” she responded. She glanced over to Dick and his other two brothers who stood silently shocked over to the side. “And nice to meet all of you too. No hard feelings, I hope. It was only a game after all.”

Her slight smirk did not grant Dick any comfort. Jason shot her the middle finger, diving into the passenger seat before Damian retaliated, and Tim gave a little wave before following and slipping into the passenger seat. Great. Now it fell to him to make nice with Damian’s crush.

“Sorry about them, it’s been a long day. Good game, it was nice to meet you Marinette,” he said, pulling out his most convincing attitude. It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth either.

Judging from the way Damian’s hands tightened at the woman’s waist he knew it. The smile on Marinette’s face didn’t quite reach her eyes; she knew it too.

Marinette pulled away from Damian’s grasp, laying her hand on his arm again, before whispering into his little brother’s ear. Damian’s face turned from shocked to amused and settled on a genuine smile. He nodded, and the girl turned and walked away with another wave and a happy, “Avoir une bonne après-midi.”

“Toi aussi ange!” his brother shouted back.

She turned around and shot him the middle finger with a laugh. His brother’s lips twitched in glee, and it was such a normal, open, emotional expression it left Dick breathless.

Damian had a crush.

His little brother was growing up.

Damn, he would be so disappointed if this Marinette girl turned out to be bad news.

Dick walked over and slung an arm around Damian’s shoulder. “Congrats on the win Lil’ D. Seems you had a fun time.”

Damian roughly shoved him away, the dopey smile melted off his face like morning fog into the afternoon sun. “You have the absolute worst ideas, Grayson.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” teased Dick. “I think it worked out for you.”

Damian didn’t respond to that, causing Dick to inch in closer. His baby brother seemed to be in a good mood, but that could change on a dime, and Dick didn’t want a knife pressed to his stomach today.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could run tests in the cave before patrol.” Damian kept his eyes to the distance watching Marinette trek her way across the parking lot before she disappeared out of sight.

“I am perfectly fine Richard,” he said, his voice soft and calm. The same tone Damian used when appreciating a good piece of art, or spending an afternoon lazing with his pets. “As I stated, Marinette explained the scope of her powers to me, everything I feel is…” the young man paused. “I had… fun.”

“That was kinda the game’s point Dames.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “You cretins were not what made it fun.”

“Nah, I guess that would be your little girlfriend?”

Damian scoffed. “She is not my girlfriend, she is… a friend, who happens to be a girl. She proved herself an adequate partner against your combined efforts. A rare find.”

“Woah! Damian, are you giving someone a compliment?”

Damian shoved his shoulder. “I am capable of such, yes.”

Dick sighed. “Alright, as long as you’re sure. She seemed… nice.” No, she seemed like a chaotic little gremlin, and he desperately feared the girl meeting Steph. But with the way Damian acted, Dick doubted this would be the last they saw of the French woman.

Damian smirked. “There are many words I would use to describe Marinette. Nice is a weak and wholly inadequate one.”

“But not untrue?”

Damian hesitated; his hands firmly clenched at his side to prevent fidgeting. “…no.”

A loud honk pierced the air, breaking the conversation.

Jason had the window rolled down and a pair of shades covering his eyes. “If you two losers don’t get in here right now, Timmy and I will leave you behind.” The window rolled back up as Jason revved the engine.

Damian sighed. “Best to not keep Todd waiting.” He turned to the car and slipped into the back seat.

Dick smiled into the sun. Okay, so maybe the day had been a disaster. Maybe they were banned from IKEA for life. And maybe Bruce would have his head for letting things get so out of hand.

But.

But.

His brothers were together, and happy, if not a little inconvenienced from their crazy adventures. It was all Dick wanted for them; to be free and open enough to have fun without the weight of their lives bogging them down. So even if this hadn’t been the smartest idea, it had been a good one.

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The car was rolling away. Tim, seated on the passenger side, waved at him as Jason drove past.

Dick ran to catch the accelerating car. “OH, COME ON!” he shouted. Never mind, his brothers were disloyal idiots, and he didn’t know why he tried.

Oh well; he still loved them, even if they were absolute little shits.

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[storm-and-starlight]

Hunter

So apparently I'm writing short spn fic again. wtf.

“Dad was a hunter,” Sam says, wink wink nudge nudge, like the words mean something other than a man who goes out an shoots poor defenseless animals for fun, and Jess blinks.

“Like… deer, and stuff?” She’s a city girl, suburbs girl, with a baby sister and a picket fence and a pair of well-meaning parents who never bought her dangerous toys like Nerf guns; she’s never shot a thing in her life.

Sam laughs, bitter-bright. “Kind of everything,” he says, and squeezes her tight around the shoulders, tucks his nose into her bleached and careful curls, kisses the shell of her ear. “Taught me and my brother how.”

“Well,” she says, half-laughing, because she knows how Sam gets, “if we ever end up in a zombie apocalypse I know who I’m staying with,” and he smiles at her and holds her close.

~

“You know, my dad was a hunter”, Sam says, like it’s some kind of code, and the gruff owner of this strange little herb shop looks up from his magazine -- Guns&Ammo, in the middle of Stanford.

“That so?”

“Yeah,” and there’s a bit of awkward laughter, the way he has of turtling into himself so he seems just that tiny bit smaller, “John Winchester. You know him?”

“You’re Winchester’s boy?” the man asks, and Sam laughs again. Jess looks up from where she’s picking through the shelves -- dusty bottles filled with dusty herbs with dusty names from dusty countries, Dragon’s Breath and Rowan Bark and Nightshade mixed with things like thyme and oregano and frankincense -- “Sammy Winchester,” the man booms, and comes out from behind his counter to clap Sam on the shoulder, “damn you got tall.”

“It’s Sam,” he counteracts, like he always does, and the man just grins.

“What can I do for you, Sam?”

“My girlfriend’s looking for feverfew for a class,” and she pops up from behind a dusty shelf where she’s just found the jar full of plain white-and-yellow blooms.

“Found it already!”

“Take a discount,” the owner says, “hunter’s privilege.”

“Oh, I’m-- not,” Sam says, immediate. “I got out.”

“And got yourself a pretty little thing, I see. Take it anyways. Call it a favor to your father,” and Sam just smiles, nervous as ever.

~

“Your dad was a hunter,” Jess says, “I know. What does that have to do with putting salt all over our floor?”

“Just trust me, Jess,” Sam says, with those horrible adorable puppy-dog eyes she can never quite resist, and kisses her sweetly. “I’ll explain later.”

He never does explain it to her.

~

“Dad’s on a hunting trip”, Sam’s brother says, too slow, too deliberate, like it means something other than what it sounds like, like it’s the end of the world, “and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

She watches the set of Sam’s shoulders change, the way he straightens, pulls his arm from around her. “Jess, excuse us,” and she knows, already, that this is the exact kind of bullshit that comes up whenever his father, the hunter, gets mentioned, like the man didn’t give her Sam the worst kind of childhood imaginable because he was a hunter, like it means something different, some kind of noble calling instead of someone who goes out and kills things for fun.

She watches him and his brother leave, middle of the night, no explanation, and curses John Winchester and his stupid fucking hunting.

~

“Nothing personal, you know,” the yellow-eyed man says, sneering, “but you shouldn’t have fallen in love with a hunter.”

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[stargazingthenightaway]

See Something You Like? Epilogue

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Yearning, teasing

A/N: 😚 😚 For all my lovely readers 💕

Making your way through the mess hall, you see you’ve beaten the lunch rush and quickly bee-line towards the caff station, filling up two mugs and putting them on a tray. Ria had commed you about meeting up on your break, and knowing how busy she was that morning, you decided to have a fresh cup waiting for her. You grab a couple hot plates, thanking the cook, and find a spot not too far from the entrance. As you sit down you keep an eye on the entrance so you can wave Ria over when she gets there. Taking a sip of caff, you settle in your seat and your mind drifts back to last night, and earlier this morning.

Rex had been a most thorough lover, and true to his word, hadn’t finished with you until the early hours of the morning, leaving you both exhausted and satisfied. You feel your face heat up when you think about all the sounds he coaxed out of you, the praises that dripped from his lips as he brought you to orgasm and the tender way he took care of you afterwards, making sure you were alright. What you most enjoyed was how he held you when you both drifted off, arms holding you close as your head rested on his chest, whispering how you were his sweet girl.

You can’t help the giddy smile that covers your face when you recall how grumpy Rex was earlier that morning. He had done his absolute best to persuade you to spend a few more hours with him in bed, but you had a meeting you couldn’t miss, and you had reluctantly left him pouting in the sheets as you got ready. Eventually, he too started getting ready for the day, though not without hinting at all the things he could be doing instead, with you and a mirror, brushing up against you and sneaking kisses when you weren’t paying attention. Needless to say you left your room a blushing mess, with Rex following not far behind, smirk plastered on his face.  

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t see Ria enter the mess hall and make her way over to the table. "Hello there, sunshine!” She calls out as she sits down, bringing you out of your daydreaming. 

“Ria, hey!” You say, passing her a cup and watching her clutch it to her chest, breathing the scent it in as if the steam alone would give her energy. “Long meeting?”

“You have no idea,” she groans after taking a sip “nerf herders can’t tell the difference between a gear shift and brake pedal.” 

You wince. “Ouch. Well, hopefully your afternoon will get better.” You perk up “Isn’t that new transfer set to arrive today?”

She looks at you suspiciously. “Where did this cheeriness come from?” She eyes you from over the rim of her cup “usually you’re right up there asking what other problems they’ve caused, and if I need help hiding a body.”

“No reason,” you say, laughing “just having a good morning, that’s all.”

Ria takes a moment to give you a look over while you sip your caff, before her eyes widen. “Omg! You got down and did the dirty dance!”

“Ria!” You groan “Do you have to say it like that?”

“What?” She says without remorse, “would you rather I call it the frisky foxtrot? Mattress mambo? Tantric tango?”

“Shhh! Someone will hear you!” You hiss, cheeks heating up as you look fervently around you, “where do you even come up with these things?”

“You’re not denying it,” she gives a little shriek of laughter, wiggling in place “you, my friend, got some good lovin’ and I need all the deets!” She gives you a look, “especially after all the stunts you pulled me into to avoid a certain someone.”

“I do not have to confirm or deny anything” you say, hiding behind your caff.

“You may not confirm anything, but your neck is certainly making a statement.” She leans over to pull the edge of your collar down “that’s quite the necklace you’re wearing there sunshine.”

You can feel your face turning three shades of red as you slap her hand away, hastily pulling the collar of your shirt up. “Ok! Ok, so maybe I had a bit of fun the other night, there’s no need to let the whole base know.”

Ria grins triumphantly “That’s more than just a bit of fun” she says, making the little air quotes “that’s a full on romp with the promise of a repeat” She wiggles her eyebrows comically and you can’t help but laugh, hearing her join in.

“Alright, yes, I did indeed do the dirty dance, as you said” you say once your laughter has died down. 

Ria makes the motion to continue, attention on you. “And? That can’t be all it was or else you wouldn’t be like this.” She motions to all of you “All glowy and really happy.” 

You give her a sly look “Let’s just say that he certainly has the moves to keep you coming back for more.”

Ria squeals and looks about ready to combust with all the questions you can see buzzing around her head. “So are you going to see him again? Or is it fated to be a one-night of lusty wonder?”

While you want to tell her all about Rex, you want to keep him to yourself for a bit longer so you keep your answer simple. “We’ve already planned to meet up again.” You duck your head shyly, smiling. “He makes me happy Ria, really happy.” You fiddle with your cup, looking back up at her “I didn’t think he’d feel the same way, but he does.” Your smile softens as you think of Rex and how he looked when you told him you wanted him by your side for a lifetime. The look of adoration is one you’ll treasure for years to come.

Ria looks at you in wonder, “Wow, he’s the real deal huh?” Watching you nod she squeals again, doing a little happy dance in her seat. “Best. News. Ever!”

A booming voice calls out close by “What’s the best news ladies?”

You and Ria both look over and see Gregor striding to you table, standing next to your seat. “Got yourself more excited than a restless Joopa.”

“No reason,” you say “just girl stuff.”

“But you’re more than welcome to join us.” Ria chimes in, gesturing to the seat. “We’re ‘bout to start venting about the doofs in engineering.” 

You know Ria and Gregor share shifts on the occasion, overseeing repairs and helping out with different teams, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Gregor to join you sometimes for meals. 

"Don’t mind if I do.” He sits down, big grin on his face, as he turns to face you. “I was actually looking for ya, figured I’d find ya here with this one.” He jerks his thumb towards Ria.

You point to yourself “Me?”

He nods “Mhmm. Was curious if ya’d seen Rex this morning. He missed training with Wolffe and I, and I thought ya might’ve seen’im”

You sputter and can see Ria giving you a calculated look, so you hurry to give an answer. “I’m not sure, but I thought I saw him when I was heading to the office. It looked like he was making his way towards the training room.” 

Gregor looks at you, a strange look in his eyes, and you try not to fidget in place. That, paired with the look Ria is giving you is making you antsy, and you wonder if you should just make up some excuse about paper work and dash away. Before you can say anything Gregor grins, giving you a thumbs up.

“Glad to hear it, thought he might have gone MIA for a moment there.” He lowers his voice, as if sharing a secret. “Wolffe can sometimes get pretty intense, especially during training. Likes to bring out the chompers if he hasn’t had a good meal.” He laughs at the looks you and Ria give him. “By the way, Rex said he wanted to talk to ya yesterday. Did he find ya?"

“Yes, down at the shooting range.” You huff, “we actually ended up having a bit of a competition, see who could hit the most targets without looking.”

Gregor looks intrigued “Oh? How’d that go for ya?” 

“l ate blaster dust.” You grin wryly “Let’s just say I won’t be challenging Rex to a shoot out anytime soon. Didn’t even stand a chance.”

“Was it the C-501 sim?” He asks. When you nod, he laughs “Ha! of course he’d win that one.”

“Oh?” You say confused, “Why’s that? It's only recently been added.”

“That’s because it was designed for us clones, way back on Kamino.” He leans in conspiratorially, “What the Kaminii didn’t realize was that it was too easy, so we ended up getting a little creative with it.”

“Creative how?” Ria leaned forward eagerly, soaking up this new information. You have to admit you’re intrigued as well. 

Gregor was really getting into in now. Checking to see there were no other eavesdroppers, he huddles the two of you closer. “Well, there were the usual things like spinning in place before firing, making noise before a shot,” he counts them off on his fingers “shooting from someones back, doing a handstand.” 

You and Ria just stare at him as he continues on his list. “But the best was hitting the targets without looking.” Here Gregor starts to grin, as if he was watching it himself “and no one was better then good’ol Rex." 

“Really!?” Ria jumps in before you can comment, “How did he do it? Blindfolded? Eyes closed?” She’s practically climbing out of her seat to get to him, not that she’s noticed. 

Gregor pushes his chair back to give himself some more room. “Well,” he says as he starts miming the actions. “He’d start off by facing the range, then he’d turn to his opponent. He’d make sure to look them straight in the eyes, something about establishing dominance, and then BLAM! Start firing each target.” He gives a hearty laugh “I’m not surprised ya didn’t win, he’s the reigning champ. No one has beaten him.”

Ria’s babbling on excitedly to Gregor, wanting to know all his secrets of the sims and training, but your mind has zoned out.

Reigning Champ? Never beaten? He already knew he was going to win, even before you had set the bet. You give a small huff of laughter, thinking back on his confidence, how easily he set you up in his trap. Well, well, you think to yourself looks like I got played for keeps. 

Your musing are interrupted when you hear Gregor call out a greeting to a couple rebels who walked into the room.

“Wolffe! Rex! Come over’ere!” He waves his arm wildly, as they make their way over.

You can’t help but stare as he makes his way over, a slight swagger in his steps. One could presume it’s just how he carries himself, with his military upbringing, but you know better. That’s the walk of a man who finally has what he wants, and is not afraid to show it. His eyes linger on you neck before meeting yours, a smirk pulling on his lips.

You smile back, mind already working out your next challenge. You were your town’s best racer for five seasons, before you joined the rebellion, and the base did have a couple racers lying around. Why not even the odds? Winner takes all.

Rex sits across from you, and you tilt your head to the side, just enough that he can see the marks on your neck, the others engaged in their own conversation. The look you give him sends his heart beating faster, the calculated look in your eyes promising an enticing reward. Knowing his attention is on you, you quickly mouth best two out of three? While he doesn’t respond, his eyes tell you his answer, sending a thrill to your core.

Challenge accepted.

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[possiblyhomer]

That's it, the idea's been stubbornly floating around my head for way too long so I'm putting it up here. So here it is, an Au of an au, where instead of crumbling to dust, Cain and Able gets to celebrate the family reunion with Omega 7 and Cybie.

The brothers still held onto one another even after their tears have already dried, only separating when a loud "pop" was heard, causing the men to jump, Able having already drawn out a blade. There wasn't anyone there besides them though...them and phantom hands holding what looked to be the source of the sound: a confetti blaster.

"Iris?!" Cain exclaimed. "What are you doing here?!"

A phantom hand wagged its finger as the other one retreated back with the blaster. "I'm not 'here' technically, I'm at 17! I just happen to have a photo of Able's cell still hanging around from the last time I visited the site!" She replied. "Anyways, hurry back to site 17 already! I called everyone as soon as the manly crying stopped. We're only missing you guys now, see ya!" The hand pulled away before Able was able(sorry) to comment on the crying part, leaving them alone again, but with more colorful papers on the previously clean floor.

~•~°~•~

When they eventually got back, the brothers were greeted with several more confetti blasts to the face courtesy of Iris and a few of the braver Omega-7 agents. After a brief greeting, Cain excused himself to run off somewhere, promising to be back quickly, leaving the Mobile Task Force behind.

"So, care to explain what all this is about?" Able crossed his arms and glared down at his teammates.

"It's a celebration for you and Cain reconciling. Iris' idea. We didn't know exactly when you guys would be done, so we weren't able to put up anything too fancy. We got the pizza box though!" A.A said, gesturing to the direction of the site's cafeteria.

"That's more than enough! But why here though? Wouldn't it be easier to just celebrate at 19? Those people guard that box like it's a holy treasure!"

"Simple, because Cybie can't leave site 17."

Able raised a brow. "Cybie?"

"Oh right! You don't know yet!" Iris grinned. "Guess this'll be the first time you meet your new niece then!"

As if on cue, Cain walked over to them with a cyborg child riding on his shoulders.

"Cybie, this is Able, he's my brother." The older man gestured to Able.

The little girl nodded and shyly turned the small tablet (that was connected to her arm by a cable) to face the warrior.

"Hello, Mr.Able, I'm SCP-191, or Cybie. I can't speak though, so I communicate through this." The interface read.

Able silently stared at the young girl and the space was immediately filled with anxiety(or was it anticipation?). Able happened to be one of the most violent...things the Foundation ever knew of, even a friendly handshake could end with your hand being crushed, so the thought of him being anywhere close to someone as physically fragile as Cybie left everyone worrying for the child...well, everyone except the person who should be worried the most, as Cain still held a smile even as Able started to approach them.

Most likely intimidated by the scary looking man with demonic looking tattoos, the cyborg child hid behind her tablet as Able got closer, squeezing her human eye shut when he stopped right in front of her.

"Hello, little lamb, I'm Able. Have my brother been treating you well?" The warrior smiled, patting the girl's head.

Everyone stared in shock at the unsusual softness Able was displaying. SCP-076-2, the bloodthirsty Keter who breaks jaws with nerf swords and wrists with foam balls. The commander of MFT Omega-7, who required his soldiers to torture live creatures until they're numb to it all. THAT was the person standing in front of them who was now letting Cybie ride on his shoulders as Cain talked to two researchers who apparently didn't know Omega-7 was coming. Noticing his teammates' looks of shock, Able raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"No offense, sir, but we're just a bit... surprised. It's not every day that we see you be this....well..." Agent Squire took a deep breath "...this soft." The ginger haired man bravely spoke.

Able narrowed his eyes at him as if he just said something stupid. "Tell me then, do you handle a sick lamb with the same force you'd use to butcher its mother? Plus..." The warrior grinned, if his arms weren't occupied with making sure Cybie doesn't accidentally fall off, they'd be crossed against his chest proudly. "I'm taller than Cain, so she's bound to like riding on my shoulders over him!"

"Oh."

Pandora's Box blinked, stared at Able, then at each other, and smiled, Billy and Iris audibly aw'ed.

~•~°~•~

The feast didn't last long, as Omega-7 soon realized that despite the polite and elegant way Cain held himself, the wanderer was just as big an eater as his brother.

"How did you guys even get all this authorized anyways?" Cain asked as the group was having dessert pudding.

"Simple, constant letters of request, sent by every individual one of us. Director Bright suggested the idea, actually, said something along the lines of 'they can't stop us all' and we thought why not?" Beatrice replied.

"Huh, that is certainly a strategy he'd come up with, though I can't say it's a very...bright idea."

"..."

"..."

"What was that? Why does Cain look so proud and why are the others looking so weird?" Able leaned over to whisper to Iris, who replied with a sigh.

"When he was first approved to be Cybie's guardian, Cain went around asking some of the staff members on how to be a good parental figure in the modern age and..."

"A few too many people jokingly told him that 'dad jokes' were an essential part, but he took that seriously and now nobody wants to tell him because he looked so genuinely proud." A.A chimed in.

"'Dad jokes' you say?"

"They're basically just bad puns. We really didn't expect him to be that gullible." Iris said.

"Oh wow." Able said, before bursting into laughter.

~•~°~•~

At the end of the day, after tucking Cybie into bed, Cain led his brother to his room/containment chamber.

"The Foundation's still pretty suspicious, so I'll have to check in every now and then. You're not that familiar with site 17 to my knowledge, so I'll be in the room across from yours if you need anything." Cain said as he opened the door to Able's temporary cell.

His younger brother only nodded and hummed, throwing himself onto the bed as soon as they were in.

"Yes, it's the same one mother used to sing, Cybie seems to prefer it in particular over other songs." Cain sat himself at the side of the bed. "Come on now brother, I know that you're tired, but you shouldn't wear your shoes to sleep like that." He patted him on the shoulder.

"Say brother, that lullaby you sang to the little lamb..."

Able grumbled, but obliged, sitting up to remove his footwear. That was also when the elder brother noticed an envelop that was previously hidden under the younger's weight, it was plain, but on it, in a familiar handwriting, were the words "To my dearest children" in a language lost to time long ago.

"Speaking of mother..." Cain quickly picked the envelope before it could be buried by Able lying down again and opened it, inside was a short letter written on an opaque plastic sheet. "It seems like we partially owe this reunion to her."

To my beloved sons,

I hope you enjoyed your reunion and the celebration, it took quite a while to convince the others to let it happen. I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you two, I miss you both so, so much, please forgive me. However, I can see that you have surrounded yourselves with wonderful people who cherish you just as much as you cherish them, I am hopeful that with them alongside you, the journey to heal old wounds and begin anew can start. It won't be easy and the scars will always be present, but you two are so strong, I just know you will be alright. As for myself, I will try my best to do whatever I can from where I am.

With love,

Your mother, Eve.

The room stayed quiet for some time after the letter was read before Able sighed.

"Even after all these years, mother hasn't changed at all. Still worrying over us, even though we're grown men already."

"I suppose. It is in a parent's nature to care and worry over their children even long after they've flown far from the nest."

"Heh, of course you'd know...night, brother." Able said, before shutting his eyes.

"...Good night to you too, brother." Cain replied as he turned the lights off and exited the room.

#scp 073 #scp 076 #scp 191 #scp 105 #mtf omega 7 #SCP #scp foundation #drabbles

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Gates Opened Wide

Part 10

Part 11 [CURRENT]

Part 12

DT: @petrichormeraki @applepie1000 @jump-in-the-cadillac @ivorylin

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“Clem, do not make me use your full name, big lass! Stand still! Damnit-”

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”

“You learn how to speak more than usual, and you choose to copy my curse words, Jesus Christ. If you’re going to curse, then do it correctly. Now, hold still- hey! No hissing! You put those claws away! Clementine, stop shapeshifting!”

After spending an hour after “early breakfast,” Tommy had finally managed to dress the squealing girl for the day. It was on mornings like this that made him wish he would be on Theo duty, leaving Clem to be dressed by Fundy. But, alas, that day was not today. It took telling Clem that she would be wearing matching outfits with her cousin to convince the rascal to sit still long enough for Tommy to get her ready. She was nearly vibrating by the time Tommy added the finishing touches to her braided hair. Once he pulled his hands away from her small head, she hopped off the chair and run over to Fundy’s room, where Theo was getting ready. Sighing as he stood up, Tommy couldn’t help but laugh as he heard the bedroom door swing open with a slam, a squeaky voice squealing in sync with a happy yell, as well as a startled one. Shaking his head, Tommy finished fixing his hair, adjusting his collar in the process. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening alerted him of their visitors. Sighing, he prepared for the quick force that would engulf him into a hug. 

“There’s my baby of a brother!”

Tommy slightly cursed as he was nearly toppled over, only being saved by the winged embrace of his proud brother. He hugged his brother back, truly happy to see him excited for the day. The hug, however, lasted longer than their usual long hugs, which was causing Tommy to bite back a groan. His efforts, unfortunately, meant nothing, therefore he groaned as he playfully flailed his arms behind his brother’s back, who only held him tighter. 

“Muuuuuuuum, Grian won’t stop squeezing me!!!”

A playful laugh rang through the air, serving as the only warning for the older brother. Before he could pull away, a nerf dart hit him square on the forehead. Welping in shock, Grian pulled away, patting his forehead, which was slightly more exposed than usual due to him fixing his hair in a proper manner. Tommy picked up the dart, laughing as he handed it back to a laughing Kristin, who’s curled hair bounced with every laugh. 

“Grian, you’re going to wrinkle your shirt! We all spent all morning making ourselves presentable, don’t ruin it.”

“I’m not going to ruin it, we still have the gala at the end of the week to look our best! I am, however, gonna have a red dot on my forehead now.”

“Oh, no you’re not. Stop crying over nonsense, you big baby.”

“How am I the baby, when Tommy is standing right there”

“Oi, shut the fuck up, fucker”

“Don’t make me shove a bar of soap in your mouth”

After everyone was finally dressed and ready to go, they pulled the two kids aside. After they had succeeded in obtaining the children’s attention for more than a minute, Tommy spoke up.

“Alright, you two, listen up. Today is the day that a lot of people are going to be here. Remember to stick with us, and don’t talk to shifty shitheads you don’t know, got it?”

“Sh-”

“Do not finish that word, Clementine”

“Humph”

“Anyways, remember the secret spots? Well, if you get separated from us, stick together and go the the secret passageways if you two get in danger, okay? You two know your way around, I know you do. Just stick together, take care of each other, and have fun, alright?”

“Mkay, Uncle T”

“Good. Now, Theo, your father made a device for both you and Clem. Fundy, if you will.”

The man nodded as he knelt down to the level of the children. Smiling, he opened up his paws, revealing two pretty bracelets. Decorating them were various colors of gems. As he put them on their wrists, he explained how to use them.

“Don’t tell anyone that isn’t from this server, or isn’t the lovely trio or Stampy about these, okay? These are connected to all our communicators. If, for whatever reason you can’t use your communicators to contact us, you can use these. Each of these are connected to a singular communicator, see? This gem represents me, this one represents Tommy, this one is Uncle Grian, and this one is Grandma Kristin! I also labeled the other ones, so you know who you’re contacting. There’s Tubbo, Lani, Stampy, Drista, Iskall, Xisuma, Stress, Impulse-”

“I think they get it, Fundy. We can’t spend the entire day naming everyone.”

“I wouldn’t take the entire day! Anyways, this is how you’ll reach to us without anyone knowing. If you push the big gems on the middle, everyone is alerted and Xisuma will teleport to you. Don’t take them off, okay?”

“Mkay”

“Yes, Papa”

“Good. Ready to go?”

The adults laughed as the children switched from serious to excited within seconds. Taking the hands of the excited children, the family went on their way.

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Tommy stood at the entrance of his park, his family by his side. The Hermits helped him in putting up a wall around the park, shielding every detail from the eyes of the public. Today was finally the day of his opening, and he was excited. Maybe a little nervous, but mostly excited. Sighing in relief, he smiled as three figures approached him. Opening his arms, he welcomed the warm hug that came with Tubbo’s greeting.

“Tubbo!”

“Tommy!”

“We’re here too, y’know.”

“Lani! Oh, hey, Drista-”

“Hey!”

The four of them laughed as Stampy joined them, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Handing the bouquet to Tommy, he couldn’t help but remark about how excited he was.

“-And look at all of you! Oh! You all look lovely and dapper! Everyone from my server is here to show our support! We came super early to beat the crowds! Look at us! Getting the best seats to the opening! I’m going to go gather the rest of my server, do excuse me. We’ll be back to start the crowd!”

Clementine and Theo waved enthusiastically as the neighboring server admin waved, walking away as he let to find the rest of his friends. Smiling, Tommy handed the bouquet to the children, who held it with gentle care. Despite being rowdy and loud together, anything from Stampy could reduce the two the silent happiness. This was always a relief to the adults, who, even though were rowdy as well, could not catch a break with the bouncing toddlers.

“Big day, isn’t it?”

“Oh, you know it is.”

Everyone continued to converse as they attempted to pass the time. Halfway through their conversation, a cheerful voice, which belonged to Impulse, sounded through the communicators.

“Gates are opening, crowd control is being initiated.”

“On it, thank you.”

Gulping, Tommy accepted the words of encouragement that came from his family and friends as they made their way off the stage, joining the rest of Stampy’s server at the front of the crowd, which was now slowly growing as more people trickled in. Stepping behind the curtains that flowed slightly in the cool breeze, Tommy recalled the conversation he had earlier. 

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“And then I call you each on stage to help me with the unveiling.”

“That’s a great idea, Tommy”

“Thanks, Tubzo”

“You want me to help? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Fundy, I want you to help. You are my nephew, which makes you family.”

“Even us?”

“Yes, Theo, even you and Clem. There is one concern, though...”

“What is it?”

“What if Dream’s server comes? I can’t just force you guys up there-”

“Uncle, it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. X made it so that the guests can’t harm or maim us outside of the dueling areas. Even then, they can’t do much.”

“But, Fundy, what about Dream-”

“It’s like you said, Tommy, we’re family.”

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Tommy’s communicator snapped him out of his thoughts. Peering down, he saw that Xisuma had sent a private message to him.

XisumaVoid: The stage mics will turn on in a minute. Once the timer hits 30 seconds, the machine will play Pigstep in the background. Good luck, you got this 

Tommy sent a quick message of acknowledgment and appreciation back to the admin, quickly adjusting his shirt and fixing his hair. Taking deep breaths, he hyped himself up as Pigstep began to play in the speakers, causing the hermits and lovely’s to cheer, initiating the rest of the guests to follow in suit. Inhaling a deep breath, Tommy released the air as he gave a nice, charming smile as the curtains opened, revealing him and the crowd to each other. Doing his best not to break his professionalism, he bit back a laugh as he heard Iskall’s voice overpowering everyone else’s”

“GO TOMMY!!! LOOK AT HIM GO, THAT’S OUR BOY!!!”

Waving to the crowd before him, he allowed his eyes to hover over the crowd, taking note of the faces before him. His friends and family, of course, were situated before everyone else in the crowd, the members of Stampy’s server behind them. The Hermits were scattered about, helping disperse the energy whilst being some form of security for opening day. Then, he spotted them. There, stood near the center of the crowd, stood the members of the Dream SMP, both old and new. He couldn't tell who was all there, solely because he did his best not to alert them that he knew they were there. Making eye contact with his nephew, he silently plead for guidance on what to do. Fundy, who understood the meaning behind the look, gave his uncle a nod of encouragement. Readjusting his smile, Tommy cleared his throat as the music slowly deafened, leaving only his voice to speak above everyone else. 

“Welcome! I’m about to do something really fucking annoying, but this server and the neighboring server finds it hilarious. That being said, CAN I GET A HUMINA IN THE CHAT???”

Laughter filled the large crowd as Hermits and Lovely’s alike began chanting the word, over and over again. They died down once Tommy let out a genuine laugh, making his friends smile. Clearing his throat, he spoke up again.

“Ahah, I apologize for that. It’s kinda of a tradition we have when I do productive shit around here. Anyways! Welcome everybody to the grand opening of my park, ‘Innit an Adventure?’! I genuinely want to welcome and thank you all for coming to celebrate such a special day for us Hermits and Lovely’s alike. When I first began this ambitious project, I did so to cope with my trauma. When words failed to express my emotions, I turned to building. That, in itself is saying something. I mean it, ask any of the Hermits here, they’ll tell you. I was a little shit with shittier building abilities. But they didn’t give up on me, and I eventually became able to create this wonderful world on my own. Know that if you are in a rough place, help is available almost anywhere. If, at any point today, any of you feel overwhelmed or panicky, we have designated panic rooms designed to help calm your nerves. The new pamphlets you all received upon entering the portal show not only the map, but a key that will point you to certain points, like the panic rooms. As much as I want this place to be a fun place for all, I want it to be a safe space, too.”

Peering over to the front, he was encouraged to continue when Clementine waved in a hyper manner to him. Letting out a chuckled, Tommy continued. 

“Although I managed to create this myself, I couldn’t have made it to this point without the support from my fellow Hermits.”

He initiated a round of applause as every member of Hermitcraft stood up and waved, some teasing Tommy. Rolling his eyes, he waved them off as he pretended to walk off. Laughing as he stood back on his spot, he gave a genuine smile. 

“No, seriously. They had to deal with the little shit that is me, and they did so wonderfully. They guided me through, what I thought, was impossible to guide me through. Truly, thank you. I would also like to thank the lovely trio of terror. When I fell into this world, quite literally, I was scared about where my friends could be, especially my best friend. Luckily, I soon found out what happened to him. Please welcome to the stage, these three headaches that I call my close friends, Tubbo Underscore, Lani Sky Underscore, and Drista Never Taken!”

Applause filled the air as the three lovely’s walked up stage, waving to the crowd. Wearing their matching outfits, Tubbo and Lani stood on either side of Tommy. Drista, who had worn a cleaner version of her mask, stood on Lani’s other side. As the applause died down, Tommy smiled at his friends as his cheerful voice sprung up.

“Hello!”

“Hi!”

“Hello, everyone!”

“After discovering where they were and that they were okay, my mental state improved greatly. They have inspired so many prizes and attractions in this park, which only proves that they have done so much good for me, even when I didn’t deserve it. I also have some amazing family to thank. Let’s start with an amazing, strong woman, who has an even more amazing aim. Please welcome to the stage, my mother! Kristin Minecraft!”

As the trio took a step back, Kristin handed Clem over to Stampy, who happily accepted the giddy girl. Making her way to the stage, she embraced Tommy, giving him a kiss on the forehead as he lowered his head to her, already expecting it. Hugging him one last time, she joined the trio as Tommy spoke of her. 

“The way I found her was quite amusing. She really is a lifesaver, thank fucking god for her. Although I didn’t have her around while I was growing up, due to her disappearing before I was even around, she has done more than enough for me, more than I could ever ask for. She truly is an amazing mother and woman. Go Mumza! Go Motherinnit!”

Laughter erupted from the crowd as Kristin gently smacked him upside the head. Although it didn’t hurt, he still cringed as he peered down at her. 

“What was that for?”

“You’re being too sweet, only to revert to your rambling. Stay on track.”

“Yes, Mumza.”

As she nodded in approval, Kristin made her way back to the trio, who were openly laughing at their friend. Grumbling, Tommy faced the crowd once more. 

“Not only is he friend and a fellow Hermit, he is my brother. Quite literally. Give a big hand for my big brother! Grian- HEY, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN”

He heard his friends and family laugh as Grian opened his wings, rushing forward in the air towards his little brother. Picking him up, Grian hugged his brother before plopping him back on the stage in a less than graceful manner. Dusting himself off, Tommy couldn’t help but pretend to whine.

“What’s up with you assholes, and Mumza. Is it embarrass TommyInnit day???”

He could only muffle a handful of curses as Grian shrugged, a cheeky smile forming on his face. Shooting a smile of his own towards Grian, gave his brother a playful punch. 

“When I first arrived, Grian and I bounced off each other perfectly. We fit together, like brothers and shit. Turns out, much to my surprise, we were brothers. Crazy, right? I was like, holy shit, oh my-”

“Tommy”

“-right, sorry. Anyways, Grian was a brother that I had lost at a young age, too young to fully remember much about him. You could say the stars aligned in perfect order to allow me to reunite with him.”

Snickers could be heard from the Hermits and Lovely’s, catching the implications that came with Tommy’s words. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He could practically hear Fundy’s groans from where he stood. Using the anticipated embarrassment of his nephew, Tommy let out a booming voice for the next sentence. 

“Everyone, give a hand for my fucking amazing, brilliant nephew, Fundy! Look at him go! Such speed! Amazing!”

Fundy hurried up the stares, a murderous look in his eyes. Once he was near his uncle, he smacked his arm. 

“You just had to be theatrical with my introduction, didn’t you?”

“Just for you, Fundy”

“Oh, don’t play that card with me, Uncle.”

Scratching in between his nephew’s ears, Tommy put an arm around him, keeping him beside him, instead of with the others. 

“Fundy is a brilliant and intelligent man full of love. He is very passionate about family and his projects, and has a brain that flows with all this smart and creative shit. Although I had completed the park, he came in and showed me ways to improve and add on to it. He has truly been an amazing help to me, and I couldn’t have done some of the things I did without him beside me. Speaking of having someone to stand beside him, I’d like to welcome Fundy’s pride and joy to the stage. Please give a kind and genuine welcome to my great nephew, Fundy’s son, Theo!”

Fundy knelt down with open arms as his son ran up the steps to the stage. Theo couldn’t help but giggle as Fundy lifted him into his arms. Smiling, Theo leaned over to give Tommy a hug, his small paws papping his great uncle’s face. 

“Hi, Uncle T”

“Hey, big man”

Theo giggled once more as Tommy ruffled his hair. Curling his tail around his father’s arm, Theo gave the crowd a toothy smile as Fundy stood behind Tommy, situating himself between Grian and Kristin. Once the crowd regained their attention towards their main host, they noticed how he seemed to glow. To them, it was most likely dismissed by the sunlight. To those who knew of Clara, however, knew that it was her warmth, holding his head up in pride. 

“And finally, last but certainly not least, the final member of my family. Please, put your hands together for my magnificent moth, my beautiful butterfly. Please welcome, my Clementine.”

The crowd was a mix of applauding and worried gasps as Clem, being the gremlin she was, chose to not use the stairs. Instead, wanting chaos, she had decided to climb the beams. As people began to panic, the people on stage, as well as the Hermits and Lovely’s laughed. Tommy rolled his eyes as he extended his arms. Smiling, he called up to the troublemaker.

“Marco!”

“Polo!”

Clementine laughed as she jumped straight into Tommy’s arms. Once he safely caught her, she began squealing as she frantically moved her hands from clapping and waving. Once he assured the crowd that she was being watched by the Hermits and would have been safely taken down if she was in danger, everyone was ready for the reveal. Giggling as she loosely wrapped her arms around Tommy’s neck, Clem pointed to the stand in the center. Making incoherent excited noises, she and Theo began to wiggle out of their guardian’s arms, racing towards it as soon as their little feet touched the ground. Pulling themselves up, they revealed a lever. And as everyone on stage put their hands on the lever, they all nodded to Tommy. Taking a breath, said man smiled as he and his close ones pulled the lever. The sound of Redstone filled the air as the wall surrounded the park began to disappear into the ground.

“Everyone! I, Thomas Theseus Minecraft, welcome you all to ‘Innit an Adventure?’!”

They were all greeted by the loud cheers of guests as the gates opened wide.

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