#How To Get Taller Faster At 12

[celestialglow24]

•••Promise Me•••

Frank Castle x AFAB reader

You finally see Frank again after months of being apart with no explanation.

hi friends. more Frank angst because this man has taken over my mind lately and i think you all should suffer with me. please enjoy xx

The walk back home from the restaurant wasn’t too bad of a trek. You had convinced yourself it’d be alot faster than waiting around for an uber, or bothering your cousin at 12 am to come down there and pick you up.

Was it wise? Probably not. But the multiple shots of liquid courage—fueled with the desire to take a long hot shower—gave you a sense of confidence no one would have been able to shake.

So you said your goodbyes to the group you were with, telling them a little white lie that your ride was here, and began walking home.

As the loud street music and bustling noise of downtown nightlife started to fade, that confidence began to wane.

It was really quiet out here, and no one was around from what you could tell. You could see the sign for a park a little ways ahead and that managed to level your nerves.

Your cousin’s apartment wasn’t too far from there and if you kept at the pace you were moving, you could get there in 10 minutes or so.

God you hated wearing heels. You’d yet to find a pair that didn’t make you want to cut off your feet and curse the ground after only a couple of hours of use.

There was a part of you that was half tempted to take them off and walk the rest of the way barefoot, but after already passing several broken bottles along the street, you decided you didn’t want to chance a night in the ER.

All things considered you were proud of yourself for going out tonight. It had been months since you’d done anything besides: work, sleep, eat, repeat.

Save for a few weekends now and then of binge watching a true crime doc with your cousin Lucy or a trip to the dog park with her dog Penny, you hardly allowed yourself any time to relax.

Anything to avoid your mind having the opportunity to think of him. To think of your past.

So when your coworker invited you out with people from your department to celebrate their recent promotion, you decided to let yourself enjoy a night out. You felt you had earned it.

You hadn’t been working for the company very long, but you got along with everyone pretty well. It was nice of them to include you.

It was certainly more fun than you expected to have but after your brain had tried multiple times to convince you that you’d seen someone that wasn’t there—someone who you hadn’t seen in months—you knew it was time to go.

6 months.

6 months and you still searched for him in a room full of people.

It was pathetic.

Even now, as you walked the nearly empty streets you felt him. You didn’t know how— and despite logic and reason battling with these inexplicable feelings— it still felt like you could sense his presence.

Yeah, this had to be the alcohol talking.

You tightened your trenchcoat around your torso in an effort to self soothe and offered a half smile to the few people you walked by on your way toward the park.

As you rounded the sidewalk, you pulled your phone out to text your cousin that you’d be home any minute. She was probably already sleeping but you wanted to give her the heads up anyway.

Anything to avoid her attacking you with a broom like she did the one time you got home late from work.

Just as you went to tuck your phone back in your coat pocket it slipped out of your hand, landing on the ground face down with a loud crack.

“Fuck” you cried, bending down to asses the damage. Thankfully you had a screen protector, so the actual screen was fine. But man you had done a number on it. The uneven cracks that splintered the screen made it difficult to read the time and notifications.

As you rose from your squatting position, you caught a figure out of the corner of your eye ducking behind a car across the street.

You felt your stomach drop.

Slowly… you stood up taller, squaring your shoulders and trying to steady your breathing. You calmly reached for the front clasp of your clutch, thanking any god or the universe that you managed to stow your taser earlier that night.

You chose not to make any sudden movements. Instead you waited. You waited for so long you were starting to question if you had seen anything at all. Maybe you misunderstood and it was the alcohol messing with your senses.

But when you saw the tip of a black hoodie through the window of the car you knew you weren’t losing it.

“Who’s there?” you shouted.

No response.

“Listen,” your voice shook, “I’m about 10 seconds away from dialing 911 so if you’re not interested in explaining to the cops why you’re sneaking up on -”

“Ain’t no need for all that.” You heard a voice call back.

Your breath stilled. As soon as the voice hit you, it was like the ground beneath you had been ripped away. You didn’t even feel like you were in your own body anymore.

You dug your nails into your palm, trying to startle yourself awake. Surely you had to be dreaming.

But when the figure stood and faced you, their hood falling back to reveal their face, you couldn’t deny what you were seeing.

There were so many emotions swelling inside you at once. Disbelief, disappointment, anger and relief.

You didn’t know it was possible to feel so many things at once.

Perhaps the most compelling was the realization that despite everything, you still felt love. So much love that it made you feel weak.

It almost made you forget everything that’s happened.

The feelings of abandonment. The nights of endless tears. The calls and messages that would never seem to go through.

Feelings of confusion. Of constantly wondering what you did wrong.

Questioning if any of it was ever as real to him as it was to you.

You could almost forget it all. Run right across the street into his arms. Hug him and kiss him over and over. Tell him how much you missed him. How much you need him. How much you forgive him if you could just be together again.

But as quickly as those thoughts teased your mind, the feelings of anger and betrayal enveloped you like an unrelenting wave.

You couldn’t allow the love you felt to erase the hell you’ve endured. You wouldn’t.

So you swallowed the tears that threatened to spill and turned away, making bigger strides to get back to your cousin’s apartment.

You could hear him shout your name but you kept moving.

He must have crossed the street because you could hear him calling directly behind you.

You didn’t stop. You didn’t say a word. You just kept moving.

Choosing to run was just plain stupid, but it was your only resort to get away fast.

Not only was it stupid because your feet hurt like hell and you were risking a face plant any second, but it was stupid because he was the fucking punisher.

Any attempt to try and outrun him was pointless. He’d be able to catch you before you could even finish your next thought.

“Hey!” he yelled, finally catching up to you and grabbing your arm. “Just hold up would you?”

“No!” you shouted, yanking yourself out of his grasp. You took a few steps backward and he held his arms up in defense.

At this point you know you looked like a mess. The hot tears you were trying to suppress had spilled over and you could taste the salt of them on your tongue.

You wanted to hate him. You wanted to hate him so much but seeing the pained look on his face broke your heart.

To be honest he looked like shit. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in months. His beard was long and unkempt. It even looked like he’d lost weight. And his eyes, the biggest tell of all, were sad and empty.

“I just want to talk.” he spoke calmly.

You shook your head. “How did you find me?”

When you left the witness protection program you didn’t even tell Madani where you were going. She tried to pry it out of you, swearing that it was her duty as her job and as a friend to know. However, you wouldn’t budge.

The people that were after Frank had been taken care of according to Dinah. You didn’t want to continue living out the rest of your life looking over your shoulder.

So you thanked her for all of her help and you wished her the best, but you didn’t want any ties to your life back then. You didn’t want any more reminders of him.

“He asks about you, you know?” she had said during your last conversation. “Every week like clockwork. I haven’t told him anything. Just that you’re safe and happy.”

You scoffed, “Well at least one of those is true.”

She was silent for a moment. “I hope you can give yourself a chance to be happy again. Love doesn’t always look the way we want it to and life is hardly ever fair, but once we choose to accept the pieces we are given…. we can allow ourselves to move on.”

You know Dinah meant well. And you appreciated how close the two of you had gotten based on the circumstances. But you weren’t sure if you could agree with what she was suggesting. It felt impossible to move on when your whole body still ached for him.

“Thank you Dinah.” you relented, “Who knew you could be so therapeutic?”

“Just part of the charm.” she laughed.

A comfortable silence fell between you. You were sitting on the balcony of your cousin’s apartment, and for a brief second you felt a little bit of excitement at the opportunity to start over.

Your cousin had managed to get you a job and while it wasn’t exactly what you were doing before, it was familiar work.

You’d be working for a publishing company polishing and approving manuscripts. It was boring, monotonous work but it was safe.

You thanked Madani again and expressed the hope of following up again someday in the future.

Then you changed your number and disabled your emails.

You knew doing so wouldn’t stop them from being able to find you if they really wanted to. Her and Frank were both good for that. But it gave you a sense of control for now. That you were the one deciding to distance yourself this time and the choice wasn’t being made for you.

“Could we go some place to talk?”, his voice broke you out of the memory.

You crossed your arms.

“No. You don’t get to show up out of nowhere after months of silence expecting to just talk. I have nothing to say to you.”

The words that tumbled out of your mouth were meant to be delivered with strength and conviction. Instead, they sounded more like someone trying to convince themselves that they believed them.

“I can explain whatever you want. Just let’s get out of the cold here, there’s a diner not too far out.” he said, tilting his head back towards where you came from. “We could get a cup of co-”

“No, Frank, I want to stay right here.”

He closed his mouth, but you could tell he was trying to keep his composure. You were being stubborn and as much as you hated being in the cold, you didn't want to be around other people.

You didn’t want to take the chance of losing your shit while people were trying to enjoy their food in peace.

“I get that you’re angry, but there’s a lot you don’t understand. I was just trying to protect you.” he tried to reason.

“You left me Frank. You didn’t text, you didn’t call. You left me completely in the dark.” you cried, wiping angrily at your face to rid the tears that were escaping.

“Do you know how scared I was? Having strangers show up to my house and basically tell me I couldn’t exist as me anymore? I had to move and change my name. And the one person I needed more than anything—the one person who could make all of it feel okay— wouldn't even answer a damn phone call.”

You suddenly felt like you were back in the empty apartment Madani had set you up in. You hardly knew her before that day, she was just “someone who had worked with Frank before”, according to what she told you.

But she kept giving you this look. This look that both expressed the pity she felt for you and the wonder of how you ended up in a situation like this? How you managed to get mixed up in the world of Frank Castle?

But you had met him after he had left that life behind him. And according to him, the life that he was never going back to. Things had been good for so long that you never even questioned it until that day. Now you didn’t even know what was real.

“You were in danger alright? I had angered some really powerful people. I had hurt them, did things I’m not proud of and I wasn’t about to let you take the fall for it. You weren’t safe with me.”

“I was always safe with you!” you shouted, “Who else could’ve kept me more safe than you? We could’ve worked it out together, we could’ve came up with a plan—” you stopped as you watched Frank shake his head in disbelief, “What, Frank? What the fuck is that about?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Come up with a plan? Really?” he scoffed, “This isn’t team sports. It’s not some dumb escape room you sit around and solve clues in. It’s real fucking life.”

You looked down at your feet. The escape room comment was a low blow. It was something you loved doing and grumpy Frank hated. He’d go along with it if you planned it, not bothering to hide his disdain at first, but by the end of it you knew he had fun with you.

You didn’t think he’d throw it in your face as a means to mock you.

“Frank, we were partners. That’s what you do.” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “You work through things together. As a team. Not one person taking over and telling the other person what to do all the time, but see you didn’t ever want to do that did you? You didn’t think I was capable right?”

“Don’t go there.” he warned. You could see his hands start to twitch. In the past his agitation would have gotten you to dial it back a little. You hated fighting with him and it was never worth it.

But this time you didn’t care. You didn’t understand why he was the one so angry.

“Why not?” you probed, “You always made it seem like I was one mistake away from getting myself hurt.”

“That’s because you never took things seriously. You had no sense of danger. Too trusting, too carefree, too-”

“Stupid?” you interjected.

“I didn't say that.” he shot back. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to find some place to channel the tension. You could tell this was not how he wanted the conversation to be going either.

You couldn’t believe you were having this same fight. It was something you never got along about.

You tried to be understanding. You both had different life experiences and because Frank had a military background, he had been trained to look at things a certain way.

He was trained to look for a threat and “take it out before it took you”. Transitioning back to civilian life wasn’t always that simple. Those habits could be hard to unlearn.

It wasn’t always bad, but it wasn’t always necessary.

Not every stranger was a potential threat set out to hurt you.

Staying late at work didn’t mean you were in danger and someone was holding you hostage.

Interviewing a source for your upcoming news article didn’t immediately put a target on your back.

But Frank always anticipated the worst.

You know it was his way of expressing his love but it could be a lot at times. You just wanted to enjoy life together without always feeling like there was some danger lurking around the corner waiting to get you.

“Go ahead Frank,” you continued, “Let me hear how stupid it was for me to walk home by myself tonight. How naive it was to risk getting hurt when I should’ve called a cab.”

“I ain’t gonna act like it was a good idea, and up until a few minutes ago I’m sure you were realizin it wasn’t either.”

You let out a groan.

“I was almost home, besides I don’t think anyone would’ve tried anything with the big bad punisher stalking me.” you said, throwing your arms out dramatically.

“I mean really Frank, what was your plan? Were you just gonna jump out and shout surprise? Were you gonna follow me home to make sure no one grabbed me? Stare down the cars that drove past me? The people that passed me? What was the fucking point?”

For a moment he didn’t say anything.He kept his gaze down at his boots. The twitching of his hands had stopped, and the heavy rise and fall of his chest had slowed down.

“I needed to see you.”

The phrase was simple, but it held such weight.

You understood what he meant. You felt the desperation in his voice. And yet you couldn’t stop the anger from bubbling up.

“What about all the times I needed to see you? To hear your voice? Why didn’t I deserve the decency of a phone call, a text message, anything?”

“I couldn’t risk it.”

“Bullshit.” you spat. “You could risk asking Madani about me?”

His head shot up at that.

“Are we gonna do this all night?” he asked, the anger picking up in his voice again, “Huh? We’re gonna just keep yelling at each other? Who was right? Who was wrong?”

“Yes Frank because I’m angry with you! You made me feel unimportant. You made me feel helpless, like I had no control over my own damn life anymore.” You stepped closer, making sure he couldn’t avoid your eyes.

“You pushed me away like I meant nothing to you!” you shoved him.

“No.” he shouted, “I pushed you away because you meant everything to me!”

He turned away and let out a deep breath through his nose. The weight of his words slamming into you like a wrecking ball.

“Everyone I've ever cared about gets hurt because of me. Because of my demons. Because of the shit I've done to other people. I couldn't take that chance with you. They were so close to hurting you. I had to do something. That’s why I contacted Madani. That’s why we got you into witness protection.”

You felt the sting of the tears start to swell up again. From anger, frustration or sadness you couldn’t tell. Maybe it was all three.

“You want to know why I couldn’t say goodbye to you? Why I couldn’t call you? It’s because I knew—,” he paused and looked off to the side, “I knew that if I saw you—if I just heard your fucking voice—I’d change my mind.”

He finally locked eyes with you again, taking a step closer to you. He was testing it out, seeing how close you would let him get. To his surprise you didn’t move away.

“I couldn’t be selfish with you.” he said softly.

You didn’t know what to say. You knew the people that had been after Frank were relentless, but you never once feared for your life. Maybe there was more to it that he kept from you, and you wanted to trust him, but it didn’t diminish what you experienced while he was gone.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I hurt you. But I’m not sorry I did it because you’re safe. And I know it’s probably not what you want to hear, but I’d do it again in a fucking hearbeat if it meant nothing would happen to you.”

“It’s just—.” your voice trembled and you bit your bottom lip. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t put the words together.

“What is it?” he asked gently, taking another step towards you. This time he was close enough he grabbed the bottom of your chin and tilted it up towards him.

“I really missed you and I didn’t think you cared about me anymore.” You choked.

Suddenly you felt yourself pressed up against his chest as he pulled you into him. “No baby, that’s not true.” he soothed.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, letting all the pent up emotions slowly release. God you forgot how good it felt to be held by him.

All the nights you longed for this very feeling. For him to hug you and kiss you and tell you everything was gonna be alright.

You could feel your unsteady breathing start to level out again and all the anger and frustration slowly disappear. It was as if he was a magnet, pulling out the deepest emotions you tried so hard to bury.

“I missed you so fucking much you have no idea.” He pulled back, tilting his head down to look at you.

You both locked eyes and without thinking twice you kissed him. He responded instantly, pulling you so tightly against him it was as if he was trying to swallow you whole.

That feeling people mention of the world standing still—you finally understood what that meant.

When you couldn’t breathe anymore you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“What does this mean, Frank?” you quietly asked. “Can we be together now? Do we just go back to the way things were before?”

He was quiet for a moment and you almost regretted asking the question.

“It’s whatever you want it to be sweetheart.” he finally answered, “You tell me.”

You weren’t sure what to say. One half of you wanted to be together again. The other half wasn’t so sure you should give in this easily.

What if it happened again? You didn’t doubt there were more people out there that’d like to see Frank Castle and the people he loved, hurt.

Would he push you away? You didn’t think you could survive it a second time.

“Frank, I love you. I want to be with you. But I need you to treat me like an equal. I want to be included in decisions. I don’t want to be kept in the dark again, it isn’t fair.”

Though he wasn’t speaking, you could tell the thoughts were churning in his head.

“If something like this comes up again I want to know about it. I want to have a say in how we handle it. Can you please promise me that?”

Frank let out a heavy sigh. He had to fight with the selfish side of him that wanted to say no. This shouldn’t even be something you have to worry about. He’s the one that should be responsible, not you.

But if he was being honest with himself these past several months were hell. He hated not being with you and maybe compromising would be the best thing to do after all.

He didn’t like making promises in general, but as he looked into your eyes he couldn’t bring himself to fight anymore. He needed to be with you just as much as you needed him too.

“Okay.” he agreed quietly.

“Promise me.” you urged again. You needed to hear him say it.

“I promise.”

You didn’t even realize how tense your body had become until you felt your shoulders relax. Frank pulled you into him again and you could feel the tension in him relax as well.

If anyone would have told you an hour ago you’d be standing in the middle of the street being held by Frank you would’ve told them they were crazy.

There were nights you never thought this moment would come. So as the two of you continued to stand there, holding onto each other. You realized there was probably nothing in this world that could match this feeling.

You would make sure that no matter what was waiting for you around the corner, you’d never let go again.

[karinasrealgf]

You always wondered how König was when he was back at base and being colonel. You wished you had some type of secret superpower and could teleport to see if what Hutch or Stiletto said was true. You had asked him one time, and he didn't even answer the question. Well, he sort of did. Blaming the recruits for causing him to be mean and making them run long miles.

"You don't get it, liebe. They're all morons, and they think they can fool around all the time. So I, as a colonel, do my job and make them suffer the consequences." 

You learned your lesson to not ask ever again on a sunny friday morning when you got a little taste. You had decided to join him on a run and at first you were all giddy and confident. How bad could it be? The weather was perfect and working those 12 hour shifts had prepared you.

Yeah, you were wrong.

You were practically on your knees, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. It felt like each breath you took was getting worse. Your giant husband just stood there. There was some sweat on his forehead, but he didn't look like he was struggling. 

The man had the nerve to scoff.

"C'mon soldier. You wouldn't survive a day in the field with just." König checks his watch. "Only ten minutes of running."

You look up and glare at him. "I-I can't catch up to you! You're taller!"

"My height has nothing to do with your running capabilites." König says.

"You're running faster! You have experience." You shout, very annoyed.

He shakes his head. You can see a grin forming on his face even when he's wearing that damn hood. "Nein. Just excuses. Even a rookie could do better."

How dare he.

"You know what! I may not be able to beat you, Mr. Colonel, but I know dang well you couldn't clear a screen during a rush in minutes." You spat back, the bottle in your hand falling to the floor.

"Quit your babbling rookie and get to running."

Oh and you indeed showed him. Even when your lungs were burning and you almost twisted your ankle, you made it before him. Soon as you got to the top of the goal, you did your little dance and mocked him the way he was first.

"Guess what? This little rookie just beat your ass colonel." You say, your finger poking his chest. Almost getting distracted by the way the black shirt was sticking to his skin.

"Is that how you talk to your superior?"

You nod. "You best believe it."

And with that you own yourself a piggyback ride home by your mean husband( he literally let you win but won't admit it because he loves your competive side).

König just loves you ❣️

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 15

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14

A/n :-

Oh lord im so sorry i didnt update. i had a few tests i had to go through ;;-;;. COVID here is rising again so everyone please take care of your health ! exams are finally overrr aksdlksjd now i can write and finish up those requestss Small reminder that a part of Yingxing's name means star, and a part of Dan Jia's name means home !

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"They're ready to head to the base terminals to start them up. Apparently all three of them shut down after conduction of foreseeing your current and past predicament." Fu Xuan said, looking at (Y/n) after she had returned from giving orders to her assistant.

(Y/n) lifted an eyebrow as if to say, 'is it my fault ? Damn, sorry', but Fu Xuan sighed and put a hand on the forearm of the taller lady next to her.

"No, it's not your fault. The symbols on the Matrix have been dimming for quite a while now, it was expected for it to not be able to recount such memories as distant the Era of Bloodshed." Fu Xuan said, shaking her head.

"Then, if so, would it be able to relinquish Kafka's means ?" (Y/n) asked as she looked at the Master Diviner of the Luofu.

"To reread the recent past written by a mortal to another, is hardly much of a chore." Fu Xuan said with a proud huff, her cute cheeks blushing red with happiness.

"I suppose a lady as capable as yourself shouldn't have any problem in pulling through crises." (Y/n) said with a small smirk.

Fu Xuan flushed and she almost beams at the words of the former High Elder of the Vidyadhara. Then she turns away, trying to keep the ghost of a smile hidden from her face.

"You and that sugar-tongued General...he has really been rubbing off on you, hasn't he ?"

(Y/n) chuckled, shaking her head slightly with dusted cheeks. "As it is, fate is inevitably cruel to those blessed with more time than others. It is only natural to adopt similar instances of speech."

"Ugh..." Qingque grumbled, looking down with tears in her eyes. "I worked so hard in getting transferred to the repository. It was the best place to slack off and be invisible..."

"Now, I actually have career prospects...this is terrible !" She sobbed softly. "If I screw up, they might fire me...but if I get it done right, they'll send me more work !"

But as (Y/n) approached, Welt coughed into his fist, stopping Qingque's rambles.

"Lady (Y/n), will you be joining us ?" Welt asked as the royal lady approached them, her hand fan elegantly resting in the palms of her left hand, the hilt firmly wrapped with her right.

"Yes. I am indebted to the Master Diviner, the General, and those who had expressed concern over my wellbeing." (Y/n) said with a nod. "I shall assist you with whatever power I possess."

"L-Lady (Y/n) herself is accompanying us ?" The librarian, whose name was Qingque, as she recalled, said, looking at the horned woman with admiration in her green eyes. She was just grumbling a moment ago how there was extra work but no extra rewards.

Maybe...

"Does that mean we'll get jobs done faster ?"

"Perhaps ?"

"Oh great ! Then, let's go ! I want to play-- i mean..."

The brunette coughed into her fist for a bit.

"I would like to complete the task provided by the Master Diviner as efficiently as possible. Then, spend my leisure time with some relaxing but mind boggling luck based games." Qingque said, trying to mask her want to get the job done and quickly slack off to go play some Celestial Jade.

(Y/n) chuckled a bit before parting ways with the librarian to meet up with Jing Yuan who was addressing the present events with Stelle and March.

"Fu Xuan's Matrix of Prescience was able to go one step further than Kafka. To maintain the upper hand, I had to keep it a surprise. I hope this hasn't made you doubt my sincerity ?" Jing Yuan said with a smile as he nodded at the approach of (Y/n), his smile turning warmer.

March did NOT look impressed. "Next time, ease off on the surprises ?"

"I promise to be more transparent next time. This time it was sealed tight, not even (Y/n) was aware of my moves."

Jing Yuan looked a little guilty, but not by much.

"At present, Kafka has no intention of speaking and the Stellaron Hunters' motives remain unknown. We must rely on the power of the Divination Commission to unearth the truth." The General said again.

"'Unearth the truth'..." Welt said before looking at Jing Yuan. "You mean, interrogate Kafka using the Matrix of Prescience ?"

"Precisely. The Matrix of Prescience is the Divination Commission's ultimate weapon. It was originally used to calculate navigation routes and predict future events..." Jing Yuan said with a slight nod of his head. "With, special exceptions of course."

"Special exceptions ?" March asked, looking quite invested in the functionality of such a master device.

"Yes. For instance interrogation. The secrets of the Stellaron Hunters' cannot remain hidden for any longer. I have no choice but to move beyond conventional protocol -- we must use divination to ascertain Kafka's intent."

"And for the second means, is to peer into the misty fog that prevents power and past knowledge that is needed to be applied in special circumstances and for health purposes." Jing Yuan said, looking at (Y/n). "Lady (Y/n)'s recurring memories were quite literally dragging her consciousness to the brink of insanity. And as you all know, she possesses timeless and indispensable knowledge."

"Everything hinges on restoring the Matrix of Prescience, which is why I would like you to help Diviner Fu complete the setup. I am eternally grateful for your assistance."

"And as such, I would like you all to look after this little princess for me. She wants to come along with you, and I hope you'll help me keep an eye on her." Jing Yuan said as he gestured to (Y/n) with a cheeky grin.

"Wh-what ?! How rude !"

After repairing the first screen, the group teleported to their first destination. The first of three terminals. The Temporal Terminal which correlates with essence of time. "Observes the potential of the temporal plane" as they say.

After arranging the Mutare Magnus of the Temporal Terminal, the group then moved towards the second gate, where there was a malfunctioning robot, sparking with electricity and buzzing circuits.

"What the heck is this ? It looks like a walking gate !" March said, looking at the automaton in slight fear and awe.

"An Aurumaton. A guard-like robot placed in strategic places. The Matrix is very crucial and information abundant, so it's a...protection measure to make sure only those allowed could activate the terminal." (Y/n) said, looking at the malfunctioning piece of metal suspiciously.

"I feel like it needs a sign saying 'mortals forbidden' or something..." March said, hiding behind (Y/n) while holding onto her arm. Then she looked at Qingque with worried eyes. "Are you sure it wont fly into a rage if we walk past it...?"

"We're here by the order of the master diviner to restart the Matrix of Prescience. We're friends -- not foes !" Qingque declared to the Aurumaton.

The malfunctioning Aurumaton stood up, voice crackling with a broken chip. taking a stance. March yelped and (Y/n) pushed March even more behind her, and standing in front of Stelle.

Qingque looked panicked as she looked at the rising Aurumaton. "Ah...! March, you should join the Divination Commission ! Quick, do something !"

"Get back !" (Y/n) exclaimed, pulling out her fan as she summoned, cloudhymn magic to conjure up surrounding water to slip into the broken cracks of the piece of machinery.

"Before me !" (Y/n) commanded, before stomping her foot onto the ground, leaving a crown of ice circling her foot. Then she swung her fan, using her ice powers to freeze the water that slipped into the Aurumaton, locking it in place.

(Y/n) panted as she set down her fan, the fear from the sudden attack taking her by surprise. Her cheeks were a little dusted even though it was an easy battle for her, but she had to admit.

She was scared for a moment there.

"Hurry. Before the ice melts, you have to either destroy it, or spend time looking for the control panel and cutting the wires." (Y/n) said and Stelle hurriedly rushed forward with March by her side.

"It should be on the back !" Qingque said, still cowering behind (Y/n) as she held the legend's arm.

Without thinking much, March found the control circuit and conjured up an ice knife to cut through the colorful wires.

Then, just as hoped, the Aurumaton fell to the ground, broken. It crackled with sparks, as it serving a warning like it would get up again. But knowing that the circuits were ripped apart, they were sure that it was no longer a need to be afraid...

Then the group entered the second terminal, the Spatial Terminal. It was designed to retrieve information based on space, as Qingque explained. This time, (Y/n) sat by the side as she watched the other girls line up the Mutare Magnus, finding it endearing how they bickered over what way they should put down the pins to achieve the required shape.

And as they walked into the third and final terminal, March looked around with hands on her hips.

"So...let me guess, time, space... I bet the next terminal is energy-related !" March said proudly with a bright smile one her lips.

"Darn..." Qingque groaned as she looked at March with a sorry smile. "The Karma Terminal. They say this terminal is designed to establish casual relationships."

"What ?!"

The three began to move around, arranging the Mutare Magnus, even (Y/n) decided to join in to help them after watching them reset the plane a couple of times.

As she hopped in to help move the pins, she was suddenly reminded of an old memory that flashed in her mind.

"Hey ! Not too far out !" The familiar beloved would call out, chuckling as he followed the tugging of the blanket in his hands. He held the edge of the blanket in his thin but crafty hands, calloused from the harsh work he endured day and night to produce legends.

"But I want the blanket to be straight and tense before setting it down, Yingxing !"

"I understand, but there is no need to pull it so hard, beloved." The older man said, shaking his head as he set down the blanket on the grassy plains beneath the tree.

Wind blew past his hair, causing it to fly all over the place. The white-haired man sighed as he pushed back his long tresses behind his ear. Then he looked at her with a kind and loving gaze, the light of the moon highlighting his features.

"Well ? What are you waiting for ? Come sit down with me, my moon dancer."

Then she saw herself sitting close to the older man, snuggling happily in his arms as the two of them laid under the blanket of stars. The sight of the man staring into her eyes with love as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"--dy (Y/n) ?" A voice called out.

"Lady (Y/n) !" A cheerful and bright voice called out, making (Y/n) snap out of her trance-like state. The dragon lady blinked a couple of times, taking in the difference of what seemed to be her memory and the reality in front of her.

All three of the girls were looking quite worried at (Y/n), as she had suddenly stopped after placing the pin in the board.

"Are you alright, Lady (Y/n) ?" March asked, looking quite concerned. "You suddenly spaced out all of a sudden ! We're done here now, and all the terminals have lit up, so let's go back and take a short rest." The pink haired girl advised.

(Y/n) didn't really seem to understand what had just happened, but she nodded and followed the group back to the core using the screens. Although she knew that there were alot of entities roaming around to cause havoc, she couldn't help but shake off the feeling as if there was someone watching her.

The red eyes that observed from afar turned around, once he had determined that his beloved was in safe hands.

"Well done, all of you. I can sense the Matrix of Prescience symbols re-illuminating." Fu Xuan said with a satisfactory smile. "Now, to interrogate Kafka."

The master diviner turned around to face the Matrix before shooting (Y/n) a glace. "Those of you in the core may feel a few...impacts."

March was about to question Stelle what Fu Xuan had said, but then there were two Cloud Knights escorting a young and beautiful woman with red wine hair tied in a messy ponytail and captivating eyes. She wasn't cuffed, yet made no attempt to flee, following the soldiers with a simple gloved hand on her hip.

"Is this really necessary ?" The woman named Kafka asked, her voice as alluring as her features. "I said I'd cooperate with you."

"I have no interest in the words of wanted criminals. Especially those skilled in the art of manipulation." Fu Xuan briskly answered, gaze averted with a frown on her face. Then with a breath, she turned back to face the detained criminal.

"So, say what you will. I'm here to witness the divination of the Matrix of Prescience." Fu Xuan said strongly. "The Divination Commission has ways of extracting the truth, and they're far more effective than a conversation."

The woman with wine red hair chuckled softly, turning to enter the core. That was, before she shot (Y/n) a brief glance with a smirk playing at her lips.

"Then please, Master Diviner."

"Witness my destiny."

With Kafka standing in the middle, hands bound by imaginary power, Fu Xuan stood by the edge, watching her before taking out the power of the matrix. With precise hand gestures and polished expertise, Fu Xuan closed her eyes before she began to extract and activate the power of the three terminals activated by (Y/n) and the group earlier.

The tiles correspondent to their reason and trait glowed, before forming a connection that linked the plates to the Master Diviner. With using the three terminals and herself, a large binding hexagram formed in the air, rotating and calculating the past, present and future.

Kafka levitated in the air, letting her form be suspended and closer to the Matrix' core without a struggle. Symbols and constellations surrounded her as the Master Diviner began to collect data by reading the lines and the meaning of her stars, yet she smiled. Her eyes began to glow a light blue from the power surging through and out of her body, letting it see through her memories and seek out the answers they chased after.

Fu Xuan's own eyes began to glow blue, as she resonated her consciousness with Kafka's and the Matrix itself, focusing and getting a good reading of her own divination.

That was before she saw what she sought after.

Fu Xuan gasped and immediately re-casted the spell, making the Matrix stop its function without the user and Kafka slowly descended to the ground.

"That's...why you're here...?" Fu Xuan asked, full of disbelief as she looked at Kafka.

Kafka smiled slyly and knowingly in return, enjoying the look of betrayal and disbelief painted so evidently on Fu Xuan's face.

"All for that ?!"

Kafka looked down, an unreadable expression in her magenta eyes. "Well ? Not what what you were expecting ?" Kafka asked, tilting her head a little although she had totally expected the reaction.

"I cant believe it..." Fu Xuan said, looking at Kafka in horror, as if the woman before her had told her the most atrocious lie ever known to mankind.

"But the Matrix of Prescience cannot be wrong..."

"What did you see ?" Stelle asked, looking at the Master Diviner worriedly.

"Kafka has nothing to do with the Stellaron." Fu Xuan said before landing her eyes on Stelle. "But you...it's you..."

Stelle looked so confused to what Fu Xuan was talking about, for it wasn't her that had seen the same visions as Fu Xuan did.

"Ha ! Absurd ! I'd never have thought it..."

Then her golden eyes landed on (Y/n), gaze slightly scrutinizing.

"And you...I'd never considered the relation..."

"Talking like this isn't solving anything, Master Diviner..." (Y/n) said, hands crossed over her chest. The other members of the Nameless, and the Amicassador of Sky-Faring Commission looked all confused the same.

Fu Xuan shook her head before nodding in Kafka's direction.

"Ask her yourself. Take as long as you wish."

Fu Xuan left in a hurry after that, saying something about needing to see the General as soon as possible. The remaining party remained unsure of how to proceed. And since it was both (Y/n) and Stelle that were directly regarded by Fu Xuan, it was now known that Kafka knows something about them.

Stelle looked unsure of how to approach the situation, but Welt nodded at her encouragingly. "It's fine...you go ask her. I know you have many questions for Kafka yourself."

Though Stelle looked determined, she was quite unready. "Mr. Yang..." she started. "I think I still need more time to figure out what I want to ask."

"Don't worry." (Y/n) said, putting a tender hand on Stelle's shoulder.

"I'll go first."

"Well...I have heard of you, former Lady High Elder." Kafka said with a little awe in her eyes. "But to see you up-close and personal isn't really the same feeling as he had implied it to be."

"Which do you prefer, Lady High Elder ? Or the Saltator Lunae ? Or even the name you go by with now ?"

"(Y/n) is fine." (Y/n) said, raising up a hand to stop Kafka.

"I had only just woken up from a slumber. So I do not know of your misdeeds to have you scoured by the cosmos itself. But what I do know of is Blade's affiliation with the Stellaron Hunters faction." (Y/n) said with a shake of her head, (h/c) locks swaying elegantly as she did so.

"To know that is more than enough. The Master Diviner wasn't aware of Bladie's intentions of meeting you here. But to see through me consciousness and be aware of it must've been a little surprising to her." Kafka answered simply and honestly, looking straight into (Y/n)'s eyes.

She couldn't be lying. Not that she needed to anyway.

"How was he aware that I was awake in the first place ? Not even the General anticipated my awakening." (Y/n) said with a curious tilt of her head.

"Well...that's because the Destiny's Slave had said so before." Kafka said with a small chuckle, remembering something quite amusing to her.

"You should've seen the look on Bladie's face when he was announced that he stood a chance to meet an intergalactical treasure that had laid dormant for centuries..." Kafka said tenderly.

"It was such...an odd encounter...with emotions so strong. I wonder if I'll ever experience something as intense." The cuffed woman said with a light chuckle.

"For the first time since I met him...he looked alive."

"For the stars had turned against us while we adhered to the laws...perhaps the tide of fate pities us for leading such miserable paths of fate to let us reunite in unfortune events..." Blade said to himself, red eyes clouded with memories, heart beating again with reason.

Unknowing that there was a certain concerned young woman eavesdropping in case his Mara had reacted in him. But oddly, there was no reaction even though Blade was reminiscing about his past.

"Dancer of the moon...shall time and fate allow us..." she heard him gasp softly through a rare soft but broken voice.

For the first time since Kafka had met him, she heard him weep.

'How envious...' Kafka thought to herself.

"With my immortal and life-infested shell, I'd never let you stray away again..."

"My beloved home of stars...(Y/n)..."

[smizzy]

Jenna dating hcs

YOU BURNT MY HOUSE TO THE GROUND MY FAMILY'S DEAD WHAT DO I DO

She'd very much like to take you with her to set everyday

She misses you more often she stays sending photos and texts of what she's doin, what she's eating, who she's with

you too

She's made many playlists for you two for different occasions

she believes you are the funniest person and people should know that

even her cast mates love seeing you knowing you always have them laughing over anything

She'd try and cook your favorite dish and 1-up you because you made hers a 5-star Michelin dish

pictures pictures picturessss

shares her earphones with you because she likes you too much

younger and taller than her? you came to the right place

the height difference is so cute

dancing around the house at 2 AM

would 100% learn how to braid your hair if you got sum thick thick ifykyk

you are the finest mf she ever laid her eyes on

i know dasss rightttt

now that im high lets get to the real stuff

definitely has a little part of her room that belongs to you and your stuff

she's learned about the .5 photos from you

she won't stop doing them on you and her sister

disagreements only cus you take things to heart a lil too much

me fr

"dont talk to me" almost every time she (someone) hurts your (my) feelings

she likes that about us twinnn

tiktok drafts pile like bodies

going to the beach til nighttime w those bonfires

back to disagreements *more like hurt feelings*

serious ones don't happen often

and when they do, u puttin air pods in and listening loud

either way you're always in the right

surprisingly deep conversations you start bc of high rambling

cue the end loop of 'not allowed' by tv girl

when you text her she always responds faster than you can even swipe out of the conversation

unless filming

you send her photos of what you eat in a day

likes hugging u very much thanku

also eye contact

anywhere you wanna go she'd book a flight for you

hate to c u cry baby :(

rubbing your back, kissin your cheek, getting you what you wanna eat purr

school or if ur busy she'd she see on the weekends

and i mean every weekend

with new food to try with her

thinks of you as her whole heart, soul, mind, veins,and blood

definitely a deeper connection this aint no tomfoolery

never fails to blush at flowers you get her no matter what they are she's thankful and loves them no less

always up after 12 sending her tiktoks but its the comments that got you covering your mouth from laughing

"why are u up stop sending me tiktoks gts"

showing each other how the sky looks for both of you if you two are away from one another

she hates shopping apparently

cus when she with you its like ts flew out the window

any photo on good with you two on google has both of you two staring at each other with love

[yiiyiiwrites]

younger brother jj maybank?🫶

Hope I got this right and writing how younger brother JJ is? (If not send in another request) :)

🐊Younger brother JJ Maybank

Five year old JJ:

- Sneaks into your room and you find him curled up under your sheets fast asleep.

- Normally wakes up early on schooldays and wriggles into your bed going back to sleep. Which always makes you two late. “Why didn’t you wake me J?” Mismatched socks and your t-shirt inside out as you put most of your attention on getting JJ ready.

- Dragging him all the way to school because he doesn’t want to go and you wish you didn’t have to go either.

- Wakes you up super early on the weekends as he wants to spend as much time as he can with you. Pokes your cheek till you wake up.

- Follows you around the house, you joke that he’s your shadow.

- You try to get him out of the house a lot, so you spend a most of your time looking for bugs. JJ’s definitely picked a snake up with a twig. Gator watching.

Pre-teen JJ (9-12):

- By this time you’re already juggling school and a part time job. So JJ leaves snacks in your room, hidden under your pillow.

- Spends a lot of time at John B’s and the Pogues. Always asks if you want to go as well so that you don’t have to deal with your dad. (You always say no).

- More mischievous…knows how to work his way out of anything. So you find that he doesn’t need your help all the time. But it’s more him trying to worry you less by not telling you.

- Lots of pranks when your dad’s not home. Fake snake in your bed.

- Competitive little shit. Who can down their drink faster, whoever loses has to clean up. Who can do more push ups? You don’t even try.

Teen JJ (13-19):

- He’s now taller than you and he reminds you all the time.

- Argued with you when you dropped out of school. You’re supposed to be the smart one.

- Does wake you up before he goes to school, waits till last minute as he wants you to get the most sleep you can before your work shift. Calls you if he slept at the chateau, he jokes that he’s your alarm clock.

- Warns you when your dads in a bad mood and when to steer clear of the house.

- Dodges you for days, so that he doesn’t have to explain how he got in a fight with the Kooks again. He can’t lie to you.

- Texting you to check in, but it’s more because he knows you’ll worry about him. He also likes to make sure you’re alright.

- Kooks giving you trouble? He’s in their face and he doesn’t hear it from you. Mad that he had to hear from someone else as he’s now capable to look out for you, like you did when he was younger. “You need to tell me, I look out for you just like you do for me.”

- If you’re seeing anyone, JJ checks them out to see if they’re are nice and tries to get any dirt on them.

- You’re the one he calls first if he needs help.

[vampwritesfanfics]

“m-mc!”

Leviathan x Mc

NSFW

(i regret writing this..)

warnings! ~ sub levi / dom mc, fem mc, levi has 2 pps, levi being stepped on with combat boots, use of “mommy”, riding, gagging, overstimulation, s&m (proper capitalization not used)

*knock knock*

“go away! im busy!”

“levi.. open up.”

leviathan could be heard shuffling to get up, and you could hear the loud GAME OVER coming from his tv. he opened the door.

“m-mc! hi!” leviathan stuttered, not being able to stop staring at your chest. how could he when your shirt was so tight fitting and your breasts were so large. you were taller than him, combat boots adding some extra height.

“did you forget we had a date? its already 2. we were supposed to leave at 1:30.” you pushed levi back into his room and onto his bed, then you shut the door.

“i-i i thought it was 12! im s-sorry mc!”

“thats not my name.” you were now straddling levi on his bed, holding him up by his shirt collar.

“im sorry m-mommy!” levi stuttered, blushing like crazy.

you got up, still holding his shirt collar. you pulled him to the floor.

“tsk. look at you, not being able to look away from his game for five seconds to check the time and now you’re on the floor beneath me. i bet you’re enjoying this. pathetic.” you let go of his shirt, moving your foot and stepping on his chest, not hard enough to break bones but hard enough to hurt.

leviathan moaned.

“what are you? a masochist? you really are absolutely pathetic levi.” you crouched over him and began undoing his belt “guess i’ll have to teach you a lesson for being so careless..”

you unbuttoned and unzipped levi’s jeans, pulling his boxers down with the pants. you took one dick in each hand and started pumping.

leviathan moaned again.

“quiet. the door isnt locked. anyone could walk in.”

“s-sorry” levi tried his best to keep quiet as you pumped faster and faster, but ultimately, he failed.

leviathans moans filled the room, and if you stood in just the right spot outside you could hear him.

he gradually got louder, and you could tell he was close. suddenly, you stopped.

“w-what?! but m-mc! please!!” levi whined.

“whining gets you nowhere.”

you stood up, and took your shorts and underwear off. crouching back down, you lined up both of levis cocks with both of your holes. you slowly lowered yourself down.

leviathan moaned loudly.

“shut. up.” you pushed your now free fingers into his mouth, gagging him.

you began to ride levi, moaning quietly. soon enough you could feel your release coming, and you could see from the look on leviathan’s face that his was coming as well. you kept going until both of you were cumming, but you didnt stop there, no. you kept riding levi until you were satisfied. leviathan tearing up from the overstimulation after so many rounds of cumming.

“have you learned your lesson you disgrace?” you removed your hand from his mouth to let him respond.

“y-yes m-mommy”

you stood up, putting your underwear and shorts back on and walking towards the door.

“now clean up this mess. dont be late next time we have a date.”

[adhdnojutsu]

I’ve always thought about this, in the manga, it says it’s been 11 years since Orochimaru left the Akastuki, because of the failed attempt to take Itachi, Itachi made Orochimaru leave. This was discussed when the Akastuki met up, Itachi was allegedly “21” at this time.

But Itachi said to have become the anbu captain at 13, it was mentioned by Kakashi im pretty sure when Itachi and Kisame came to capture Naruto.

Therefor Itachi was around late 13 or early 14 when the massacre was committed, he left Konoha after to join the Akastuki as a spy.

So 13/14 + the 11 years that was confirmed Itachi was in the organization for, that’s 24/25 years.

Is Itachi actually 24/25 years old and not 21 as “official sources” claim?

That would make him around 19/20 when he first came to “capture Naruto” and die around 24/25

I feel changing the “11 years” would be much more complicated than changing Itachis age, Sasuke was 6/7 around the time the clan died, so fast forward, he’s 17 when Itachi is “21”…how did Sasuke age around 11 years and Itachi only 7?

Idk if you already thought of this but it’s just a curiosity I’ve always had, correct me if I’m wrong at all

Glad you asked! Piecing timelines together is a thing I need for closure LOL so I already did it for the brothers!

I don't remember where, but it was said (not by an official source) that the "10 years since Orochimaru left Akatsuki" statement was a continuity error and should be disregarded. Because I could be wrong, but I vaguely remember that this statement was (also) made in the anime when Itachi was only 17/18 (after the chunin exams) and it would make absolutely 0 sense.

As for the massacre, the anime and manga make him 13 at the time. His official age of promotion was only mentioned that one time by Kakashi.

I don't know if you consider the Itachi Shinden novels canon, but personally I like to do so because they don't contradict any manga events, other than where Itachi's hands were when Shisui died... and add a lot of logical context. If we go by the novels, Kakashi only said Itachi was 13 because Hiruzen and Danzo aged him up on paper so as to not stir the pot too much by promoting someone at an age where others barely finish the academy. Itachi was actually 12 at the time of the massacre. It wouldn't be "wrong" for any character to say he was 13 as everyone was fed (and thoughtlessly believed??) the same lies about that poor kid. In his first detailed flashback in part 1 of the anime (on his way to the inn), Sasuke remembers how he was the same age Itachi was when he graduated, after auntie Uruchi (the chubby lady) said he was 7. That was the day of the massacre. It would also make the most sense. Canonically and in the anime, Itachi is 5 years older than Sasuke, and 7 + 5 = 12. In Itachi's first anime appearance, Sasuke just had his 13th birthday and Itachi should just have turned 18 the month before. This would make sense, too, as Sasuke is 16 when Itachi dies at 21 (Itachi's birthday is in June, Sasuke's in July).

Itachi's physical development isn't portrayed proportionately to his age or even true-to-data, which adds to the confusion. From the very beginning, Sasuke's flashbacks of 11-12-year-old Itachi show him much bigger than the Rookie 9. And he gets MUCH bigger within just 1 year. 11: 148 cm. 12 (officially 13 thanks to Danzo: 175 cm. LOL did Fugaku put something in his food to make him bigger faster because he also suddenly looks much more masculine??

But then, you put ANY adult in the room with him, and he suddenly shrinks. Danzo is officially shorter at 170 cm, but always shown taller, while Itachi wears thicker soles (Danzo wears slippers mostly).

Danzo has to bend to make eye contact with the squirt:

This is more than 6 cm difference! (175 & 181)

This was around the time of the massacre judging by Sasuke's size. Ummm... Wasn't Itachi officially as tall as Fugaku (175) here...

And this is just before the massacre, after Itachi got tired of trying:

He was supposed to be 6 cm taller than Kurenai (169 cm vs 175 cm), but he's drawn shorter than her!

And to make it all extra sad, I looked up what Itachi would look like in an accurate live action adaptation of the massacre, because Kishimoto draws him looking way older so the "groomed and exploited child soldier" part is more palatable:

(found on Pinterest)

For comparison, 12-year-old Itachi in the anime (average for Japanese boys that age is 153 cm, by the way, not 175 which is above average for ADULTS):

Naruto was said to be depicted as smol and scrawny on purpose, but while anime styles usually make a character look younger than their real life counterpart, Naruto was probably closest to that?

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 12

A/n: Hi hello, this is the chapter you’ve all been waiting for. Enjoy!

You were facing Vash and didn’t realize how small the gap was between you two. His eyes locked onto yours, and neither of you dared to look away. You could feel your heart beating so fast, that you were scared he could hear it. Out of all the times you spent together, you thought ‘was this really happening?’ Just how did you get to this point?

~*~

The minute Vash asked you to join him at the music festival, it was a no brainer on what your answer was. The minute you spoke, Vash couldn’t contain his excitement as he handed you your ticket. He would message you the details later so you could start preparing for the event in a few days. You were caught in a whirlwind of emotions that you forgot to give Vash’s gift at the event and decided to do it later. Right now you needed to prepare yourself being at the one music festival you’ve been longing to go to with your favorite person/crush.

After days of anticipation, they day finally arrived. Cora helped you pick your best concert outfit to wear and styled your hair. Your nerves were all over the place, especially when Vash went to pick you up at your apartment at noon. He looked amazing as always with his gray loose top with a maroon and black button up tied between his waist and black pants with sneakers. On the way to the venue, he played all the songs of the artists you would see today and hyped you up for the festivities. Vash made sure you had your ticket, a water bottle, and both of your favorite snacks to hold you over until the main event/closing band. 

Once you arrived at the festival, and got inside, you were amazed with how many people were gathered around. There were about 7 stages in the area that artists and bands were already setting up. Of all the years you’ve lived in the city, you were finally getting to experience the one festival you’ve been wanting to go for ages.

“So how are we feeling?” Vash asked.

“Ecstatic! I still can’t believe we’re here! Thank you for inviting me Vash!” you told him with a smile plastered on your face.

“Well I’m glad you could join me Y/n. The last time I went was years ago back in college. So it’s nice to be back again,” he replied.

“That’s so cool you’ve gone to the previous ones! I wanted to go so bad, especially when some of my favorite bands were the headliners,” you added.

“Well it’s your lucky day! You can catch whoever you want. Just let me know who you want to see first,” Vash offered.

“For sure! Actually I think one of the bands you showed me is performing soon. Mind if we check them out?” you asked as Vash agreed. He grabbed your hand and led you to the stage they were performing at. There was already a small crowd at the front of the stage. You managed to join the crowd, but you had a hard time getting a good view of the band as they were tuning up. You tried to position yourself at different spots, but your view was still blocked by multiple taller people.

“Can you see okay?” Vash asked with a concerned look.

“Uh not really, but I mean it’s the best we’ll get right?” you spoke as you shook your head. The crowd was tightly knit together, plus more people were gathering behind the two of you. Before the band performed, a few people left the front. Vash rushed into the front while still grabbing your hand. He pulled you deeper in the crowd until you were slightly closer to the stage. Once he stopped, you saw that you had a much clearer view of the band upfront.

“Better?” Vash asked.

“Much better. Thanks Vash,” you replied as he flashed you a smile. Before you could do anything else, the band finally performed their first song. The crowd went wild with their cheers as the band started playing some of their popular songs. You and Vash would either jump, fist pump, or head bang at the faster pieces. Once the slow songs started playing, both of you swayed to the beat and got lost in the music. The whole moment felt surreal as you were having the time of your life. You looked up to see Vash looking down at you with his signature smile as you continued swaying. You mouthed, ‘Thank you’ to him as he mouthed ‘You’re welcome.’ Before you could look at the stage again, you noticed Vash’s hands were resting on your shoulders. You wondered if they had been resting there this whole time. But you kept quiet as you wanted to enjoy this very moment. A tinge of pink crept up on your cheeks as you swayed with the music once more. 

Once the band finished with their encore, Vash led you to a resting spot so you could rehydrate and eat. The last thing he wanted was for you to pass out and miss out on the fun.

“So what did you think?” Vash asked.

“They sound so much better in person! Also that guitar solo was next level! Like did you hear the crowd?! But I’m really glad you were able to get us closer to the stage! I never have a clear view whenever I attend concerts,” you explained after drinking some water.

“I thought so too! Plus we got to hear their newest song live! Hopefully we get to have more good spots for the next couple of artists,” he chimed in after taking a few bites out of his snack. Once you were both done, you navigated your way to the next couple of stages. Vash would try to get you close to the stage as possible, position you in front of him, and made sure other people weren’t getting too close so you had enough space to rock out. Again, you noticed Vash would keep you close to him as you felt his breath on the back of your neck while his hands rested on your shoulders. Both of you would vibe to the music depending on the beat until the last song was played. Once the performance was over, Vash would lead you to the rest area to recharge and then repeat the whole process once more. 

By the time the sun was setting, you both saw at least 10 artists. Each artist lived up to your expectations while Vash made sure you were comfortable throughout each performance. Eventually, you were getting tired and the crowds were becoming more packed and harder to move around. You told Vash you were ready to relax at this point. He then found a decent spot around an open area that still had a good view of the biggest stage where the headlining band will perform. Vash laid down a blanket for the both of you to rest on as he sat on the left side while you took the right. After so much standing, jumping, and running around, you were grateful to finally sit down and stretch.

“Still having fun so far Y/n?” Vash asked.

“Oh absolutely! I got to see so many artists I thought I’d never see. We got lucky on hearing some of their best hits. Plus, you managed to find the best spots with a good view! How about you? Are you enjoying yourself?” you told him.

“Good to hear! And yeah, I’m having a great time with you. I’m actually happy we got to go to this together and end the night in the best way possible,” Vash added as you smiled at him. 

“I know I said this a thousand times already, but thank you Vash. Thank you for always inviting me to things like this. I know you could have picked someone else, but I’m glad you thought about me and asked me to do this with you,” you said. 

“Hey, it’s my pleasure. Honestly, I’m happy to invite you to hangout or do stuff like this. We have a lot in common. So I should be thanking you for always saying yes whenever I ask you to do things with me,” Vash spoke as he put his hand over yours. You could feel yourself getting warmer and your cheeks burning. Before you could say or do anything else, you heard a guitar riff go off. You turned your head towards the stage as the band came out and started playing with the stage lights illuminating the area. The crowd went wild, including Vash who was cheering the loudest as the band played the first song. 

You got excited as well once you recognized the song and started singing along to the lyrics. The music was loud enough that you figured no one could hear you sing your heart out, except for one blonde who stared at you in adoration. After 5 songs in and with the band hyping up the crowd, you looked at Vash to see his eyes locked on the stage. It warmed your heart to see him this excited. Once you looked back, you thought you saw something and had to do a double take. You took a quick glance and saw that his fingers were intertwined with yours. You honestly had no idea when this happened, but you could feel your face heating up once more with your heart racing. You looked away, hoping he didn’t catch you staring. Your mind was racing on what to do, but eventually settled to stay like this. A part of you hoped he felt the same way you did towards him, but for now you were okay with not ruining the moment. 

The band started playing a song you instantly recognized. It was the same song Vash introduced you to that one night during the storm. Just thinking about it brought you so much happiness. You then felt your hand being squeezed. You turned to Vash as he was looking at you with this warm and inviting blue eyes of his. You could see a tinge of red on his cheeks, and just something about the way he looked made your heart flutter. He then motioned for you to get closer as you scooted towards him.

“I’m glad they’re playing this song live. It’s my favorite one to this day. Now anytime I hear it, I think of you,” Vash spoke into your ear as you felt his warm breath send goosebumps all over your body. You were at a slight loss for words as you felt yourself growing more flustered. After thinking long and hard, you finally managed to say this, “I always think about you when I hear this song too.” Once Vash heard you, his expression grew softer and his blush deepened. He then looked at the band once more. You didn’t know what went through your head. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the mood, but you found the courage to lean your head on his shoulder. You were beyond nervous, especially when you felt him tense slightly. Before you could move away, you felt him lean his head on yours. You couldn’t believe what was happening right now. The fact he didn’t push you off, but rather did the same was giving your heart a workout.

“Are you comfy?” Vash asked you.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Good, because I want to stay like this a little longer,” he replied as your eyes widened. You were practically red as a tomato. So many emotions were running wild, but the main one you felt was anticipation. Happy and anxious. But for now, you went along with things and hoped time moved a bit slower so you could enjoy every bit of this moment. As the song was coming to a close, you felt something wet on your hand. Then your knee felt it too. Vash sat up straight once more and then heard a rumble of thunder. The both of you looked each other and thought the same thing. Vash started packing up the blanket and grabbed your hand as he started heading back to his car. Soon, the band announced that they were wrapping up as thunder was heard loud and clear. Eventually, tiny rain droplets started falling from the clouds.

~*~

Thankfully you were both able to make it out of the rain and into Vash’s car. He then managed to drive you back to his apartment once the storm picked up and started pouring. None of you got too wet from the rain but you managed to dry off at his place. You were now sitting down on his couch with him while wearing one of his shirts so your top could dry off. Furthermore, you were wrapped up in one of his blankets that he offered you.

“Who knew it would rain today of all days,” Vash commented as you nodded.

“I know, but at least we got to enjoy most of today and still see the headliner perform,” you reassured him.

“Yeah that’s true. But I’m really glad they were able to play that song before it rained,” he smiled as you thought about that moment too. Everything was still fresh on your mind. You could feel his warmth and how you were both positioned. The more you thought about it the more you had to force yourself to calm down.

“Hey Y/n, I wanted to ask you something,” Vash asked as you snapped out of your thoughts and beckoned him to continue.

“What do you think of me? I want you to give me your honest answer,” Vash requested as you looked at him. He face was slightly red, but his eyes never looked away from you.

“Please, it’s something I’ve been wanting to know for awhile,” he added as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“Vash, I think so highly of you. You’re kind, funny, genuine, and probably the most benevolent person I know. I think you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever meet who goes out of their way for others. Whenever I’m with you, I can see that very clearly and I envy how confident you are. You make people feel safe and important. Overall, I think I’m lucky to have met you and spend time with you like this. I’m always happy whenever I think of you,” you answered as you felt your face blush. You didn’t want to be too direct with your feelings, but this was the closest you can tell him.

“You mean it?” Vash asked as you nodded, not wanting to repeat yourself. He then scooted closer to you as your eyes slightly widened.

“Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you,” he spoke as his prosthetic arm held your hand. 

“Y/n, when I first met you I’ve always thought of you as someone who is outgoing and friendly. Once we started working more together, I realized how patient and kind you are to the kids, parents, and staff. Then I realized how much you care for others when you brought everyone together that day to cheer me up. I can never forget that day and how much work you put in it. Then once we hung out together outside of work, I had no idea how much we had in common. Each time we hung out, I got to know so much more about you. You shared so much of what makes you happy, your frustrations, your past, and your struggles. The more we hung out, the more I thought about you, and lately you’ve been on my mind for the longest time,” Vash explained as you were locked in on what he had to say as he stared at you.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is...I really like you Y/n,” Vash added as your eyes widened and felt yourself turn red. Did you hear that right? Did he say what you thought you heard?

“You like me?” you asked just to be sure. This time Vash’s human hand held your other hand as he looked you in the eye.

“Yes, I’ve liked you for the longest time Y/n,” Vash reiterated as your heart started racing. So that’s why he wanted to know your thoughts on him. You still couldn’t believe he said those words, but now it was your turn to say something to him as he was expecting an answer. You squeezed his hands and mustered up any courage inside you.

“I like you too Vash. I actually fell for you the more we hung out together. I just didn’t know how you felt until now,” you told him as you saw Vash’s eyes start to glimmer. He got closer to you and didn’t dare to break eye contact. He then brought his human hand towards your face and caressed your cheek. The minute he touched you, your heart was pounding through your chest. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked as you nodded. You were too afraid to stumble upon your words with how close he was. He then smiled fondly and kissed your lips gently. His lips were so soft, and the way he held you right now made you melt as you closed your eyes. All your anxious thoughts and nerves flew out the window and were replaced with the feeling of bliss. You kissed him back as your blush grew deeper. You didn’t realize how much you yearned for this as Vash’s prosthetic hand rested on your back and gently pushed you closer to him. His touch brought so much comfort and warmth to you that you smiled into the kiss. You then parted for air as you opened your eyes to see Vash giving you the softest smile with a pink blush on his cheeks.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long,” he said as your heart fluttered from that statement. 

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you too,” you said as you looked at his beauty mark. You then caressed his left cheek and brought him closer to you again. You kissed where his mark was and left a quick peck on his lips. Vash was now starting to resemble a tomato as you gave a shy smile. 

“More, I want to kiss you more,” Vash begged as wrapped his arms around you and closed the distance once more. You let him kiss you again as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were still inexperienced with kissing, but thankfully Cora gave you enough tips to make it work. You were able to keep up with Vash as the kiss progressed from being chaste to a much deeper kiss. Your right hand made its way to his hair as you ran your fingers through his soft locks. You then felt his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Before you could do anything else, Vash parted for air as you were slightly out of breath. You kissed several more times with each one becoming slightly longer than the last.  He then leaned towards you and rested his forehead on yours.

“So does this mean we’re officially going out?” he asked as you smiled.

“I dunno, maybe one more kiss and I’ll say,” you teased as he let out a chuckle. He then started planting butterfly kisses all over your face as you couldn’t help but giggle. His lips were so soft but full of adoration.

“How about now?” he asked as you had the biggest grin on your face.

“I said one kiss, but I’ll take that any day. Of course we’re going out you dork,” you laughed as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” he spoke.

“Me too, it was so hard to keep calm around you whenever you got too close to me,” you admitted.

“Easy for you to say! Do you know just how cute you looked when you wore my hoodie and clothes for the first time? I was a blushing mess,” he added as you started turning red at the compliment.

“Don’t get me started when you got me that plushie,” you mentioned as you were both reminiscing your favorite moments together. Before you could continue, you both heard the loud thunder roar outside as you looked at the window.

“Looks like that storm isn’t letting up anytime soon,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, I would take you home but it looks to dangerous to drive. Plus there was a lot of traffic jam when we were leaving earlier,” Vash commented.

“Should we wait?” you asked.

“I mean we can, but in case the storm continues...how do you feel about spending the night here?” Vash asked.

A/n: finally got this part out! You had no idea how hard it was writing this chapter and the amount of breaks I needed when writing certain scenes. I hope you all enjoy it! :)

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[xxlady-lunaxx]

Who are you? I love you | {UzuRen}

Theme: Fluff

Note: The wheel originally chose death angst but I re-rolled it bc the last UzuRen I wrotewas death angst so.. here's some fluff (this is if Kyojuro lived, and Tengen was never a Hashira (this is an AU please don't kill me I'm just doing what the wheel said-))

Tengen wasn't a Hashira bc he stayed as the Shinobi (ninja thingy i forget) for longer and when he became a demon slayer, he'd not gotten a chance to come across a 12 kizuki/didn't have enough time to kill 50(?) demons (I'm aware that Tengen is rlly strong and shit so he would've risen in ranks faster if he had more time :>)

Kyojuro was there, when Muzan was defeated. He was there and he was alive. He looked around at all the people around him. He smiled in a sort of sad way because they'd lost so many people. 

He moved through the crowds, finding himself admist a group of demon slayers. He smiled at them nodding as they asked if he was okay—he had wounds that definitely needed tending to, but they weren't the worst acquired by everyone else and he wanted other people to be helped first. The group of demon slayers seemed in awe of him, knowing he was a Hashira. 

Eventually they had to go to help the other people around since they hadn't been injured as much, but one of them stayed, curious of Kyojuro. 

"What's your name?" the demon slayer asked. He was taller than Kyojuro with a bandage over his eye—presumably where he'd acquired a wound. 

"Rengoku Kyojuro," the Hashira informed him, the smile still playing on his face. "And you? Don't you want to go off with your friends?"

"Eh," the demon slayer said, shrugging. "I'll go to them in a minute. I'm Uzui Tengen. Former Shinobi. I honestly wish I'd had more time to become a Hashira, you know?"

"You look like you might," Kyojuro pointed out. "When did you get into the demon slayer corps?"

"Not long ago," Tengen said, sighing. "Well, at least now my wives won't worry about me. They've worried ever since I've become a demon slayer—as if being a ninja was any better," he said with a short laugh.

"Yeah. Wait—wives? Ninja?" Kyojuro asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes, why?"

"How old are you?!" Kyojuro said, then quickly apologized.

Tengen grinned. "I'm only 23, why?"

"You.. You said wives. Plural." Kyojuro crossed his arms, confused.

"Tradition," Tengen waved off. "Doesn't matter."

"..Okay. Well, I'm 20," Kyojuro said, changing the subject. 

"Nice, when did you become Hashira? Or, uh, demon slayer?"

"Don't know, age become a blur when your focus is on making sure no one dies because you made a mistake," he said. He said it in a light tone, but it really wasn't anything 'light.' 

"True."

They stared at each other for a beat, then someone called out Tengen's name and he turned. A woman was waving him over and he shouted back her name—at least that's what Kyojuro assumed—and told her he'd be there in a minute. 

"Right, got to go," Tengen said, sighing. 

"Mhm! See you around," Kyojuro smiled.

He watched Tengen run up to the woman and hug her, before they went off to find someone, it seemed. Kyojuro kept his eyes on the man for a moment, then turned away to help the others with bringing people to safety. 

"God, why does he have to be married," Kyojuro muttered, pushing his hair back. He weaved through the rubble and found an injured demon slayer. He picked her up and carried her to the place where the wounded lay. 

Giyuu walked up beside him, looking defeated. 

"Oh, hello, Tomioka," Kyojuro said brightly. 

"Hi."

"Are you okay? Did you get any more injured than you were before Kamado?" he asked, concerned. 

"No." 

"You lost an arm? I'm sorry.." Kyojuro said, noticing the bandage wrapped around the end of what was left of Giyuu's arm. 

"It's okay. Are you alright? The other Hashira are.. not. Shinazugawa is unconscious but the Kakushi are tending to him. They say if he was a regular person he would've died, but because he's a Hashira he will have a chance to survive," Giyuu informed him, his expression remaining in it's usual impassive state, though a tone of tiredness clouded it. 

"Ah.." 

Both Hashira looked out in the crowd of people, bustling about. It almost could've looked normal if there was not a great amount of fallen demon slayers and blood and broken down buildings. 

Kyojuro turned back to Giyuu, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I met this demon slayer! His name is Uzui." 

"Uzui? Sounds familiar," Giyuu murmured, his eyes still scanning the people around him. 

"Oh?"

"This woman was crying because she couldn't find her husband, I think. Said her name was, uh," Giyuu paused, thinking. "Uzui something. Started with an 's'? Sumi? Suma? Something like that."

"Oh, well, Uzui said he had several wives. And he's only 23," Kyojuro remarked.

"Really? Who has the time to marry?" Giyuu asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Dunno."

The lapsed back into silence and continued watching around, helping the occasional Kakushi who walked past them. Then Kyojuro pointed off to a person who was surrounded by a group of people, all of them talking. 

"The one in the midde? White hair? That's Uzui," he said to Giyuu.

"Ah. Are the women his wives?"

"I don't know, he never said who they were. Or how many."

"You sound disappointed," the Water Hashira said, turning to Kyojuro. 

"Disappointed?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I'm not," Kyojuro said, a nervous laugh tracing his words.

"No?"

"No, no, I'm not."

"Suit yourself." Giyuu paused. "If you like him, best tell his wives first." Then he left, walking towards the direction the Kamado siblings sat. 

If you like him, best tell his wives first. 

Kyojuro sighed and leaned against a particularily large piece of concrete. He supposed he shouldn't fall for someone he just met. What was the point? 

And of course, the person just had to be married. To several people. Just great.

~~~

Tengen grinned as his wives explained how Suma had dropped her plate and had caused the whole restaurant to erupt in chaos somehow. 

By now, it was the demon slayer corps all healing from the losses and celebrating Muzan's defeat. About a month had gone by and Tengen and his wives had gotten into helping everyone with the excuses and the rebuilding and the burying and healing. 

And though it had been so long, Tengen's mind constantly wandered back to the Hashira. The Flame Hashira with hair like fire whose smile seemed to brighten everyone. He'd seen Kyojuro around when he'd been helping and they talked every now and then. 

But not enough to sooth Tengen's terrible want. 

Which he hated himself for. He didn't want to want. He had three wives for fuck's sake! He turned where he stood and Hinatsuru, startled, stumbled back.

"Oh shit, sorry," he mumbled. "I'm going to go buy some food, alright?"

His wives nodded, confused. "Okay, bye!" Suma said cheerfully, glad for the change of subject.

"Bye," he agreed, smiling and grabbing his bag. 

~~~

Kyojuro walked silently down the street, tired. He'd had a long day today, pushing himself to the limits to help as much around as he could. He probably shouldn't have done that much but he needed to take his mind off of Tengen.

And it didn't work. Unfortunately.

He turned the corner, his eyes on the ground. Then he realized he was about to bump into someone and looked up just in time before he nearly crashed right into Tengen who was holding a bag and apparently rushing somewhere.

"Uzui?" Kyojuro asked, startled. "Sorry, are you going somewhere?"

"Well, I said I would be so I probably should. You?"

"Nope. Mostly on my way home, but I don't think I'm needed there at the moment so I was just walking. You know?"

"Ah, right." Tengen nodded, smoothing his hair. "Uhh, want to go to the store with me?"

Yes, yes he did. He should say no, but.. "Sure, why not?"

Kyojuro smiled and Tengen smiled back. 

"Great!"

~~~

Tengen couldn't believe his luck. Which, at the moment, he was unsure if that was meant negatively or positively. He loved being with Kyojuro for one thing, but he needed something to stop him from being so focused on the Hashira. He shouldn't be falling in love with someone when he already had wives..

He took his time as he walked side by side Kyojuro. They talked a bit as they headed to the store, finding themselves at peace. 

"Have anything to do this weekend?" Tengen asked, changing the subject.

"No, why?"

"Want to come over to my house? I need something to do. Too much time to think and thinking is boring," Tengen said, shrugging.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Which day? When?" Kyojuro asked.

Tengen shook his head. "What day do you want? I'm free both, from what I know."

"Alright! What about, uh, saturday? Sunday, if I manage it, I'm planning to convince Senjuro and my father to go somewhere with me. Is that okay?" Kyojuro suggested.

"Yes! I mean, uh, yep. So in two days. Cool. Where should I pick you up at?"

"What about the park? The one a block away from here?" Kyojuro suggested.

"Alright."

Tengen smiled, happy with this. 

Kyojuro smiled back, not knowing what was going through Tengen's mind right now.

~~~

He seemed take longer to get ready this time, as Kyojuro fixed his hair. It was saturday and he was going to see Tengen. He honestly couldn't wait, couldn't help day dreaming about what it might be like to spend the day with Tengen and not just mindless conversations while they worked. 

He left the house with a smile and made his way to the park happily. Tengen was there waiting for him and he took him to his house. 

Tengen introduced Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio to Kyojuro more properly and Kyojuro found that they were really sweet women. They didn't seem to mind at all when Tengen had hugged him. They had snacks ready for Kyojuro who took it gratefully—finding that it was Tengen's wives who had made it. It had been "UMAI!" as he'd declared. 

As time passed on and they were having fun, Kyojuro went to the bathroom. When he came back, he paused in front of the door, hearing Tengen and his wives speaking in hushed tones.

"Tengen, we don't mind that you like him too! He's really nice," Hinatsuru assured the man. 

"Really?" Tengen asked, sounding surprised. 

"Of course!" Suma decided. "He also said our cooking was delicious. He's so sweettt!!"

Tengen laughed softly. "Yes, he's amazing!" 

Kyojuro smiled to himself. 

Makio paused. "Just don't forget about us and you can date him," she ordered, putting her hands on her hips. 

"Deal," Tengen said, smiling. Then he flinched and his wives surrounded him, worried. "No, no, I'm fine. Just.. Kyojuro?" 

Makio nodded. "Yes, that's who we've been talking about, right..?"

"Yeah. I meant, uh, Kyojuro. I think he just heard what we said," Tengen murmured.

Kyojuro jolted, surprised. He opened the door sheepishly, looking guilty. "Yes, I did.. Sorry.."

{Word count: 1829}

I'M EVILLL 

imma do a part 2 MAYBE 😊

The wheel's choice: Eavesdropping, Future AU, Strangers to lovers

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

@mintsilhouette​

I blame you for this. Tiny Tio time! 😁

Bruno knew he was short. He was all too aware of it, thanks. He’d never been in denial about it and, most of the time, it didn’t bother him. It was just a fact of life. Both of his sisters were bigger than him, his mamá only ended up shorter than him in her old age; Agustín towered over him and Félix was the same height as him. Many people told him that Pedro had been tall too.

The real insult was that the kids were taller than him.

Frankly, it was the nail in the coffin, the last slap in the face from God Himself, the ultimate evidence that Bruno had terrible luck. Before he vanished, Isabela and Dolores were already well on their way to being taller than him (Isa, at age 12, had nearly been eye-level with him) and God knew Luisa was easily the tallest member of the family.

But Mirabel? His dear, sweet Mirabel, who’d never harm a fly? 

This was injustice.

“I’m disowning you,” Bruno informed her flatly. Just before her sixteenth birthday, she’d hit one last growth spurt and now she was the same height as Julieta. Taller than Bruno.

Thanks for nothing, genetics.

“Sorry, Tio,” Mirabel laughed. She wasn’t sorry at all, the traitor. Camilo lounged against the counter with a smug grin; he was nearly the same height as Agustín now.

At least he looked a lot less smug when Bruno slapped him with a dish towel.

“Ay, come on!” Camilo groaned, rubbing his arm. “It’s not our fault you’re short! Blame Abuela!”

“I do,” Bruno said, nose in the air. “And whichever family member I inherited the short genes from. And Pepa.” He jerked his head at his sister, who was snickering shamelessly. “She definitely stole all the tall genes.”

“Get born faster next time,” Pepa said, patting him on the head.

“That doesn’t even make any sense, Pepa!”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense.”

Bruno’s eyes narrowed. “Your dress is ugly.”

Thunder rumbled. “You take that back!”

“How old are you two again?” Mirabel asked, arms crossed. Camilo was right back to looking unbearably smug.

By that point, Pepa had him in a headlock and Bruno resigned himself to his fate. Everyone in this damn house was taller than him except Félix and Antonio.

Sighing, Bruno glanced at Antonio who was giggling hysterically over their antics. “You won’t get taller than me, right, Tonito?” he asked.

“I’ll try not to!” Antonio said earnestly, eyes big and shiny. Did Bruno mention he’d simply die and kill for that child? Because he would, no hesitation. 

Bless Antonio’s heart, he actually meant that he’d try and stay short. He even asked Félix for tips on how to be short at dinner, which made Félix gape at him wordlessly and the rest of the family (even Alma) burst out laughing.

But Bruno was Bruno. The world had a way of mocking him.

An involuntary vision hit right after dinner; he was dimly aware of someone catching him before he could hit the ground, green took over everything and...

There was a very tall young man, walking by Luisa. He had thick curly hair and a bright, happy grin; round eyes and a gentle disposition. He had a whole pack of animals following him and a jaguar at his side.

Bruno came back to reality and groaned tiredly. For once, it wasn’t because the vision had worn him out.

“Ay, Tonito,” he sighed. “You’re going to betray me, little guy.”

“Oh no!” Antonio’s eyes watered and he grabbed at Bruno, trying to pull him from Julieta’s arms. “Tio, what did I do?”

Bruno looked him dead in the eye. “You’re going to be 6′3″ you not-so-little traitor.”

“What!?” Camilo sounded completely indignant. “Are you kidding me!?”

“Ooh!” Antonio just looked impressed.

“You’re welcome, bébé,” Pepa said, cuddling Antonio. 

“I’m sorry, Tio Bruno,” Antonio said with a little pout. “I can still try to be short. We can make a secret short club!”

How a complete gremlin like Pepa and a master of chaos like Félix had an angel like Antonio, Bruno would never understand.

The last of the vision headache started to clear away and Bruno was quick to snatch Antonio from Pepa, lifting him straight up into his arms. Antonio giggled and wrapped around him like a monkey. May as well get all the cuddles he could in, before Antonio inevitably towered over them all.

“I don’t think it’s secret if you announce it, Antonio,” Bruno said fondly, trying to bite back a grin. “But thanks for the offer.”

[ch-4-eri]

Okay so I totally understand if you don't want to write another George fic since the last two you posted were about him (and if so then please ignore this), but if you're okay with doing another one,,,, could you please do one were reader is either a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor and the reader is childhood best friends with the Weasleys (in the same year as the golden trio) but has been pining over George for ages..? I don't really mind what come after that tbh 🧘‍♀️

(Either way, I hope that you have a good day/night!)

Finally a Hufflepuff request I love Hufflepuffs so so much, second fave house after my own aka gryffindor for sure.

Also you guys can request a character no matter how much I’ve written for them before, I adore Georgie and would never tier from writing for him. Thank you for the request love I hope you enjoy 🧡

The trio went out to get to meet you since you’d been a Hufflepuff and the gryffindor’s common room wouldn’t allow anyone who was not one.

You were so excited to meet up with your best friends because of your schedule that was rather a little hectic.

You mentally squealed as you saw them walking down the steps to meet you, running up to them and crashing them all in a hug. Ron being in the middle where you rested your head on his shoulder with your arms around Hermione and Harry, Hermione was laughing at your enthusiasm.

You were usually quiet and reserved, but when it came to your friends you were so excited and bubbly around them. a complete different personality from you being around people you were not familiar with, pulling away to face Ron.

Your childhood best friend, just as his entire family had been.

Your mother and Molly were best friends at hogwarts. Molly and Arthur, as were your mother and father the couples that ended up together and got married, you lost your father in the very war Harry stopped for 12 years. you’ve never met your father, he died when you had been just one year old. and from that you grew up surrounded by Molly and Arthur with their children and you couldn’t have it any other way.

And of course growing up around such amazing boys (and the lovely Ginny) meant that you had to catch feelings for a special one, Ron’s older brother and the youngest twin.

George Weasley had been only two years older than you and was always protective of you, George always loved playing with you when you both had been kids and the more you grew up the more attached to him you’ve found yourself to be.

He started growing up and getting taller, more handsome. Losing that baby face of his in a more defined jawline and his hands getting slimmer as his body from all the quidditch he’s been practicing since he’s started school.

You always found yourself gawking at your best friend, you couldn’t help it. He was absolutely gorgeous and you were right by it.

George was there for you in everything, any fall that caused you a scratch he’d always be the one to clean it up and lighten up the mood if you felt any pain, he had your heart in the palm of his hands and he was so careful with it.

Remembering when the hat sorted you into Hufflepuff and the teasing you got from George, saying he’d always known that’s where you’ll

Be. Saying you were his softie, and his only softie.

“I’ve missed you guys so much!” You said. Pulling away and standing next to Hermione, making your way to sit down somewhere.

“You guys, Fred and George asked me to meet them there too.. saying they have something to show us.” Ron said, walking faster as you caught up with them.

Your heart jolting as you heard the mention of his name, no matter how much you could see him a day your heart never failed to jump at the sight of him.

“I hope they’re not lighting someone on fire.” Harry joked which caused all four the loudest laughter, knowing the twins that wasn’t too far fetched.

“Most likely.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Finally, took you years.” Fred popped up from behind Ron, shoving his head downward as you caught him from falling, giggling as Ron went to give his brother the same shove.

“guys come here.” George spoke, your heart doing that same jump at the sigh of him, kneeling down with candy in his hands before he stood up, towering over you. He acknowledged you’d been there sending a wink your way before he gave you the candy first.

“You have to kill me before I eat something you guys made.” Hermione mumbled. Fred rolled his eyes. “It won’t kill you, try it.”

“Come on.” George had his attention on you only, ignoring Fred and Hermione bickering over the candy he wanted everyone to try. As well as George was too, but you trusted George. It’s probably just a candy, not a bomb.

You grabbed it from his hand, making your fingers brush together as you unwrapped it.

“I’m not eating it! That’s final.” Hermione shouted at Fred as Ron and Harry agreed to eat it as well.

You took a bite. It was exactly the kind of chocolate you’d buy, your eyes widened as you shoved it in your mouth entirely. Catching Hermiones eyes in horror, expecting you to collapse or choke up but it was actually really good, you didn’t feel like you’d die or your stomach about to explode.

“Oh my god you’re crazy!” Hermione sighed, Harry and Ron looked fine too. You leaned your head and gave them a thumbs up, them returning it to you.

“So what do you think?” George asked you, his hands on his hips.. both his smirk and Fred’s a little concerning but they wouldn’t hurt you Even though you kinda started doubting it.

“Did you put something in it? I mean it’s good don’t get me wrong.” You put your hands up in defeat, George pouted. “I thought you trusted me.”

“I do, of course I do. But like- yeah it’s good I liked it.” You defended, George’s eyes lit up at your approval before you looked away as the blush crept up your cheeks.

“It’s actually just chocolate for now, we’ll put something in it soon. We just wanted to make sure it’s a good tasting chocolate.” Fred said, Hermione took a sigh of relief as Ron and Harry did too.

Fred and George only high fived walking away, but George was looking back at you. You smiled and waved at him, hoping you’d catch him later.

It was later that day as your hang out with your friends came to an end, walking back to the Hufflepuff tower to just nap or maybe do something else.

Still being on the lookout if you’d see George anywhere, you gave up and continued on your way before you heard a whistle.

Turning around you saw him walking towards you, Fred nowhere next to him. You immediately started smiling as he stood in front of you with the same smile on his face. “What are you up to?” He asked, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you next to him.

Dangling his arm off your shoulder made you feel so many things you couldn’t understand and wouldn’t know how to explain. “I was going to nap.” You chuckled, knowing how he’d find that boring.

“Rubbish, you said you liked it right?” He changed the subject, pulling the same chocolate you had earlier. “You can have the rest.” It was indeed many of them, you couldn’t help but smile. He knows you loved chocolate, as George knew everything about you.

“Thank you Georgie.” You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek softly, unwrapping one as you started eating it.

“Alright uh- I’ll be on my way. You go nap if you want.” George took his arm off of you and walked off. “George, wait! Hey-“ you yelled after him but he seemed like he was in a hurry.

Did you say something you shouldn’t have? You were frozen in track before you went back to the Hufflepuff common room.

Staying up all night to think about why did he run off? Was it because you kissed his cheek? You probably should have asked if it was okay, maybe he got uncomfortable. Or maybe he had someone else and wouldn’t want you to kiss his cheek randomly like that.

He had someone? You sat up in your bed, no. No he can’t have someone else- he was yours and you were sure of it.

Okay, okay maybe you needed a slight humbling second. Why wouldn’t he have someone else?

He was perfect, tall funny charming. Everything.

Your heart breaking at the thought, you were shaken up by hannah abotts snoring as you exhaled and placed your head back on the pillow. Trying to fall asleep.

It was a month later after Fred and George made that good chocolate that they turned into a funny prank, also a quidditch game between gryffindor and Hufflepuff that ended up in gryffindor winning.

You were happy for your friends and it upset you that they were partying without you, George hasn’t brought up the way he walked off on you that night but you were probably overthinking it.

You still wanted to badly ask about it and if you made him uncomfortable or if it bothered him.

You were waiting outside the gryffindor common room hoping any of yours friends would come out and you could ask for George, you wanted to ask about it and you will, your brain was eating away at you and you wanted this done for.

You thought that this was going to be a long night before you heard laughter that you so well recognized.

George laughing with a bunch of gryffindors wanting to enter the tower before he caught your eyes, he looked a little out of it.

“Am I dreaming or is that you here?” George giggled. “No you’re not dreaming, congrats on the win.” You smiled up at him as he smiled down at you back. “Thanks, sorry for your loss.”

“We’ll get over it.”

You couldn’t take the tension and wished you weren’t standing here in front of him but you were. “George, can I ask you something?”

He made a hand gesture for you to continue. “Did I make you uncomfortable that night? You walked off on me..” you asked, he raised a brow in confusion trying to think of it. His eyes looking off to the side before they met yours again, shrugging. “Sorry I forgot, but you never make me uncomfortable.” George mumbled, you understood why he looked like that. He was drunk.

“Come on let me get you some water.” You grabbed his arm and lead him to the Hufflepuff tower making sure he doesn’t run off as you got that water, your bottle that you left beside your bed.

You filled it just before you went to look for him. “Here drink this.” You opened it for him, George complied. Drinking the water as you both took a walk around.

“Better?” You sat him down on the steps, going next to him. “Why would you think you made me uncomfortable?” He started, lifting the bottle up to his lips. Taking another sip.

“I kissed your cheek, I thought that was it.” You hugged your knees close and looked at him. “You didn’t.” He responded, wiping his mouth.

He certainly looked more awake than when you’d found him. “You’re not mad gryffindor won?” George started after sitting in silence for a moment, it was pretty cold but the tension made you feel a lot warmer than you imagined.

“Why would I be mad, you guys are brilliant.. Harry is the best seeker. Better than diggory.” You mumbled which caused George to burst out laughing. “No way, I’ve never seen a girl dismiss cedric like that.” He continued laughing as you shrugged, Cedric was charming and a good seeker but you’d always pick Harry over him.

“Don’t get me wrong I like him.. but yeah.”

“You like him?”

“Just as a fellow house mate, definitely not in love with him or anything.” You shuddered at the thought of ever falling for anyone else that wasn’t George.

You felt his eyes burning the side of your face as you decided to turn your head and face him. “Liar.” He mumbled, taking another sip of the water.

“I’m not lying.”

“Rubbish! It’s Cedric, everyone is in love with him.” George seemed convinced which to say the least infuriated you.

“I’m in love with someone else.” You slipped, immediately regretting it as you shut your eyes.

“What..? who? Why don’t I know who you’re in love?” He asked, you knew George loved being a nosey guy but he didn’t know for obvious reasons that it was him. Not Cedric, not anyone else.

“It doesn’t matter but I can assure you it’s not cedric, he has a girlfriend anyway.” You dismissed the subject, at least tried to before George started again; “that doesn’t mean you can’t be in love with him.” He said which made you wonder why you were talking about cedric diggory in the first place.

“George, I don’t love the guy.” You finally said, hopefully he’d drop it. “Come on it’s Cedric.” He took another sip and the last before he placed the bottle between you both, chuckling at the teasing which was honestly pissing you off.

“The guy I’m in love with isn’t even a Hufflepuff, alright? Now drop it before I smack you.” You mumbled, his laughter died down as you mentioned that. “Then who is it?”

“No, you need to go to bed. Now let’s go.”

“Let’s stay here for some more, please?” He pouted as you rolled your eyes and nodded, staying there with him for another hour and a half. He was doing most of the talking as you listened, thinking about how he knows you liked someone now.. he wouldn’t drop it.

the Hufflepuff common room seemed a little tense from the loss as everyone was comforting cedric for losing last minute as some were scolding him. You scratched the back of your neck, recalling how you told George Harry was better than him.

Cedric caught your eye as you walked in. giving him a small wave. “Better luck next time, ced.” You awkwardly spoke. “What are the gryffindors saying?”

He stood up and walked towards you, oh no.

The entire house knew how close you’d been to the gryffindors, of course that would have a time where it came to bite you in the ass.

“I didn’t get to talk to them, party.. you know.”

“So you didn’t get anything?” He asked, his gray eyes staring into yours as you took a step back. His adrenaline must have still been pumping.

“Cedric, what? I can’t just get info for you I’m not a spy.” You awkwardly chuckled, he blinked twice and nodded. “Alright sorry, thanks though.” Cedric sighed and walked back to his friends. “Come on ced.” His friends walked him back up the boys dormitory.

Exhaling a breath you were holding, you weren’t comfortable with confrontations. Seeing some girls glaring at you, probably from your huge chance of getting Cedric to talk to you without trying.

“Goodnight.” You told them with an awkward smile and ran up to your dorm room, getting to sleep off this weird night.

You were sat in the library the next day, Hermione finding you there with a horrified expression, not expecting you to be there but you felt like reading and losing yourself somewhere else and in a book.

Her expression worried you enough you shut the book. “Hermione you okay?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed she walked closer to you.

“I don’t know if I should tell you this, but George was a mess last night.” She started, your heart dropped.

You left him fine and sobered up, what could have possibly went wrong?

“He was fine when I left him, what happened?” Hermione noticed you got all worried and quickly started explaining.

“He got drunk after you left him, someone probably left it and he drank all of it and started mumbling things.” She continued, still having that ‘I shouldn’t be saying this expression.’

“Yeah? What did he say?” You curiously leaned forward. “He said he was in love with you and that he wanted you there with him, even asked us to bring you but you know we can’t.” Hermione cleared her throat as your heart had probably fell into your lap, nothing could have prepared you for this.

“What?” You asked as Hermione only nodded, knowing well you heard her and that there was nothing else to be added. “Ron and Fred barely got him to sleep because he refused to unless you were there.” She flipped through the book in her hand as your heart slowly felt like it wasn’t where it had been few moments ago.

You didn’t respond, you honestly expected her to tell you anything but this. He was drunk confessing his love to you to his friends and his brothers, feeling all the way flustered you stood up. “Where are you going?” Hermione asked, removing her eyes from her book as you shrugged. “I don’t know.”

You just knew you had to leave the library and go to George. You didn’t want to waste any time, he loved you too so why not just go tell him you were in love with him too?

You were being so impulsively idiotic as you caught his eye, many students around as they were leaving a class and you had no idea what you were doing and what was happening when you ran to him with your arms around his neck and your lips on his in a passionate kiss.

You felt him tense under you but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and depend the kiss. Everyone around you made ‘ooo’s’ and ‘aw’s’ some even mumbling horrible words but you didn’t care, you cannot waste any more time not being with him and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Craziest hcs for commander cody or hcs no one would expect for him please & much thankyouness🧡

Craziest headcanons for Commander Cody (or hcs no one would ever expect) lmaoooo I don’t know if these are crazy but they’re what I got

Commander Cody is absolutely the funniest Commander there is

Going from that, it’s because he’s unhinged. Everyone would expect it to be Wolffe with his teeth, Bly with his lovesick tendencies or even Fox with his deadpan humor, but Between having to deal with Obi-Wan “I’m going to flirt with every enemy I have and lose my lightsaber” Kenobi and Anakin “violence mwahahahha” Skywalker, Cody had to compensate

Alongside that, he was Obi-Wan’s Commander when Anakin was still a Padawan so at that point, it was either babysit Anakin or be just as unhinged to pull him back

Anakin still can never get anything past Cody

His raised eyebrow has Anakin spilling secrets faster than anything Obi-Wan ever could have done

Cody hates tea. He hates it with a passion and it’s only because he’s friends with Obi-Wan that he doesn’t automatically spit it out

That being said, since Anakin also hates tea, whenever Cody thinks Anakin needs a punishment, he’ll just give him tea and raise an eyebrow

He still does it even when Anakin is a General

Cody started kicking droids when he had to save Obi-Wan from an attack and he had no blasters and a broken hand

It was worth it

Anakin jokes that he was part droid since it never seemed to hurt him and he replied back with “I mean you could with your robotic arm”

Obi-Wan had to discourage Anakin from punching droids

Cody eggs him on when Obi-Wan isn’t looking

Cody knew about Padme and Anakin’s secret marriage within the first week he met Anakin

He let Anakin know with a “I hope you treat her well” when Anakin finished his knighting trials

Cody made sure that Rex was put Captain of the 501st because he knew Anakin would watch his back

Also he wanted to see how long it would take for Rex to break out of the fold of not being good enough because of his blonde hair

Cody once put itching powder in Wolffe’s blacks when he got back from the Malevolence incident to distract him and get him out of his room

It worked

Cody had a black eye for two weeks

Wolffe thanked him later in the war for it because he didn’t know if he would have continued on or tried to March on with his Pack

Ponds tried to explain to Mace Cody’s humor only for the man to say “I see”

Cody made sure to never joke around Mace so that Ponds would seem crazy by his General

He ended up breaking that silent dare when Boba tried to attack Mace

He scooped up the cadet (Boba’s not a cadet but he’s the size of one so Cody doesn’t think it matters all that much) and said “sorry cadet but we have a height restriction. No one shorter than 4 feet is allowed near a Jedi”

Boba hisses like a cat at him and tries to scratch him

“I’m older than you!”

“I’m taller than you.”

He ended up bringing Boba on the ship to avoid the Chancellor from putting him on trial

Boba didn’t appreciate it until Cody gave him a gun and took him on a “specs” mission

It wasn’t a real mission but Cody wasn’t gonna tell Boba that

“Shoot those droids and well leave when you’re not angry anymore”

They didn’t leave till 6 hours later

Boba tried to run away 12 times during his stay with Cody and Cody caught him all 12 times

The 13 time, Cody just gave him a blaster and said the 212th will be there for him if he needs it

Boba didn’t leave despite the opening

He now hangs in the vents and protects the ship when they’re on the ground

Cody owns a handmade slingshot

He uses it to pelt Rex and other clones when he’s bored or annoyed at them

He used it once on Fox and Fox got him back with his own slingshot

He once stole one boot from each of his batchmates at the beginning of the war after they got their paint on it

He wears them when he feels nostalgic

He stole one of Rex’ when he become Captain of 501st

He used to jump out of ships when Anakin was a Padawan to help teach him to catch him before he would splat on the ground

This is why Anakin does it to Rex because he thought since Rex is close to Cody, he wouldn’t mind

Rex does mind

A lot

He never figured out that Cody was the one to ingrain this habit in Anakin

Cody would still jump out of ships if the 212th and the 501st work together

Cody can do a handstand and can even balance on one hand

He believes this to be his greatest achievement

Cody likes to window shop

It’s inconvenient to do when they are at war but if there’s a shop nearby where the 212th is stationed, he’ll get souvenirs for his batchmates

Cody does not get paid yet he still somehow has credits

This is because he made a deal with Hondo to give him credits and he’ll tell him where the best rum is

This is why Hondo kidnaps Obi-Wan a lot

When Cody heard about Obi-Wan “dying”, he didn’t believe it and just told Rex to tell him when Obi-Wan is back - after all, it was his shore leave

The first time Cody met the Bad Batch was on Kamino and it was on complete accident

He ran into them with Nala Se and from their face, he could only assume that she was about to decom them

He stepped in

She let him train them for two weeks to improve their scores and during that time, he got them to work as a team but most importantly, to realize that they are vod as well and vod stick together

He gave them Fox’ and his own personal comm number in case they ever needed anything

He also makes sure to include them in his souvenir gift list

(He’s also the reason Crosshair is a Swiftie skjskjskj - I’m sorry I had to add that in)

He considers Echo and Fives his little cousins due to Rex adopting them and spoils them whenever he sees them

Meaning he tells them all the best prank ideas and covers for them and gives them any item they ask for when they meet

He is the reason they got away with dying Rex’ hair blue

As well as Anakin’s

And Obi-Wan’s

But he’s too smart for them and switched their bottles with his and they ended up accidentally dying their own hair when they targeted him

Cody will barge into Fox’ office randomly when he’s on shore leave and forcibly get Fox to rest

He’ll bribe the other Commanders with alcohol when he comes

Thorn is an expensive Vod though and demands more than alcohol

He is the reason Cody had to start a little black market within the GAR

All that just to spend time with Fox

It’s worth it every time

Cody once tried to matchmake Bly and Aayla at the start of the war because he couldn’t stand their lovesick looks

Turns out they have been dating since Bly got assigned to her and they just are lovesick with each other

Cody almost lost his lunch when he realized

Cody likes to check up on his batchmates when he can

And his batchmates’ Generals

And his batchmates’ General’s Padawan

This is how he was able to talk to Barriss before she did anything risky

He got Gree involved and they got her reassigned after being made a knight to a post where she can help clone medics with civilians and Vod

It wasn’t much but it was enough for her to feel like she is doing something right

He tries to check up on her when he can though Gree is the one she mainly talks to

Cody once convinced his batchmates to eat a bug after Anakin kept doing it as a Padawan

Cody also once drugged Obi-Wan when he stayed up a consistent 78 hours on a campaign

Cody has a count of how many times Obi-Wan has lost his lightsaber and his robes and has flirted with the enemy

Cody once punched Quinlan Vos in the stomach because the Jedi snuck up on him

Obi-Wan laughed

Quinlan got him back when he accidentally dropped one of Cody’s bottles of rum for Hondo

They had a prank war for a solid 7 months before Fox shut it down because he got caught in one of Cody’s brilliant ideas

On the bright side, it revealed Palpatine as a Sith

On the down side, he ended up losing control to the chip and being knocked into a coma for 4 months to finally gain back control

Yea that’s all I have ( @here-comes-the-moose if you don’t mind, i borrowed your HC of Crosshair being a Swiftie and mentioned it here)

Feel free to add your own if you want

[nelissecrectplace]

void

ch3

Neteyam x reader

word count: 4k

tw: bodyshaming

language: ‘evi- child (affectionate)

summary: Adjusting to your life in the forest. The teasing cannot be escaped completely but slowly you are gaining more freedom and knowledge of your new home. At 13 your relationship with a certain na’vi began to spiral into something new.

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The years you have been living in the forest have been a gift from Eywa. Shortly after coming here you began training to become tsahík of the clan. Of course at your young age you did not know this and simply thought you were training to become a healer. Your lessons often times were private because of the years you had missed you had a lot of catching up to do. It had been two years before you were even aloud off of the mountain, your father prohibiting you from leaving the area afraid you would get hurt because of the mobility you lack because of your lower body. The story’s from the sully kids kept you entertained enough.

“Y/n you will not believe what happened today!” Busting through your tent door a 12 year old Lo’ak came stumbling to you as you organized the new herbs you were learning. Looking over to the na’vi you urged him to continue as you finished up your task.

“Spider started painting himself blue!”

Rolling out of his squat position the boy fell onto his back as he started to laugh his ass off. You giggled at his grand display as you tried to picture the image in your head. They had described the sky people to you but they lived in a camp on the ground so you had never seen one. It was hard to imagine such a strange creature.

Lo’ak and tuk were usually the ones telling you crazy stories every afternoon, they seemed to always find you not matter where you were. Kiri always brought gifts and she would teach you the omatikaya way of weaving in the free time you shared while you would share your metkayina weaving skills with her putting the seashells you brung to use. Although you moved away your father still taught you certain things like weaving, and hairstyles of your old clan. He would not admit that he simply had no idea how to do omaticaya woman hairstyles. It did not bother you because where he lacked the woman who fancied him would always lend a helping hand to you if you asked them to do your hair. Having a high rank warrior as a father came with perks.

You spent most of your free time with kiri basking in nature and exploring the mountains. You began to grow as time passed and a new skirt was weaved for you but this time it was if omaticaya fabric. After two years of being best friends with kiri you finally took off your skirt showing her your lower half. Of course she was consumed with joy as she examined your foreign features and complimented them non stop. She finally understood why you were so much faster than her in the lakes you would swim in. You did not share your secret with anyone else kiri was the only na’vi besides your father who knew about your strange shape. This strengthened your bond and put a seal on your friendship.

Neteyam was usually busy but he always made time for you. Eventually you gave in to his pleading and taught him sign language in return he helped you conquer your fear of heights and now you traveled through the mountains with ease.

“Woah, water girl is getting fast on the vines.” His voice whisked away swiftly as he took long strides to past you.

“You wont be laughing when I pass you in a couple years!” Yelling ahead you took carful but fast strides as you attempted to catch up to the boy. It was not easy as he was a head and a couple inches taller than you. Damn the boy for hitting his grow-pert before you. Rushing off the vines your broke into a sprint as your feet touched the soft grass, the forest na’vi in front of you turned around as he braced your body as it collided with him.

“Woah slow down there tiger.” Neteyam flashed you a smile as you looked up at him from his chest.

“One day your gonna break my nose doing that” Huffing you push yourself off the boys chest as you make your way to your spot. You hoped he would not see the way your ears turned purple as you walked away. You heard fast steps as the boy jogged to catch up to you.

“What are you teaching me today?”

“We’ll see what you remember.” You teased as you sat down on a big moss covered rock. Neteyam sat in front of you as you guys began to converse in sign language. Although both of you had never said anything it was an unspoken rule that this was your spot. It was far in the first mountain he had even taken you too, this is where the big mossy rock sat. There was always beautiful rays of sunlight shinning perfectly through the trees and the the plants surrounded it so when eclipse hit it would light up your surrounding in the most beautiful ways. Your favorite part though was the tiny pond that was to the left of the rock. It was not big enough to swim in but perfect to cool off on a hot day in the forest.

The third year you were here nothing changed much your relationships stayed strong. You had figured out that the other kids would talk about you but they never said it to your face because you always hung out with the sullys. They did not want to risk getting on the bad side of their future leaders. Whenever you father would go out on hunting trips you practically lived with the sullys, and once neteyam tamed his Ikran your father finally let you go down to the ground. The boy was happy to fly with you, and you were excited to finally meet this Spider boy they talked about.

The first time you saw the blond human your mouth hanged slack as you looked at the tiny thing. You were even more shocked to find out he was older than you! The lab did a number on how your views as you were introduced to many of the humans the sullys talked about every day, you felt as if you were on another planet.

“Woah kiri this is your mom?” Looking at the girl in amazement you looked into the weird bubble that held a floating na’vi that they called an ‘avatars’.

“Yep! They do not know how I was made but here I am.” The girl almost seemed sorrowful as she made this statement.

“I believe that Eywa herself gave your mother a gift as a parting.”

Kiri swatted shyly at your comment. “You are too much y/n”

You only beamed at the girl. Kiri had changed in these few years you guessed she had matured. You knew she felt different, and you felt the same, so you always got along. Though her outgoing personality had dulled she was still the Kiri you knew.

“So who do you think knocked her up, i’m pretty sure it was norm.” ruining the sweet moment lo’ak comments turned both of your heads.

“Bro, he’s like in every shot!” Laughing spider pointed to the device you learned was a computer. The boys continued to tease as kiri denied their rude comments.

“I would kill my self, I would drink acid!” Kiri said as she looked as the boys with an unamused looked.

sighing you pulled her away from the boys. “Let them be let’s go explore more of the lab!”

Nodding she sent one last stank eye to the boys as you both sauntered off.

“I think spider likes you” informing kiri in a singsong tone you tell her your observation.

“As if, your too young to know.” Pushing you playfully you both giggle as you explore more parts of the lab.

Neteyam did not have interest in the lab and everyday you would go down he would simply drop you off and pick you up. Like your father Neteyam was strict on his rules and would never let you wander into the forest. He would only bend them a little and occasionally let you walk a mile in. Of course when he was not there the 2 siblings and spider would take you deep but not too deep as you had not had training or knowledge of traveling through the trees.

Your father was not please with your interest in the sky people but did not limit you, hoping you would satisfy your curiosity and forget about them. You were glad he let you have that much freedom, but he still would not allow you to train to become a warrior so you could have your own ikran. Kiri and Lo’ak had tamed their own and ever since then you have wanted to take part in the training as well. You were a skilled healer but you felt left out of the fun stuff, you were only aloud deep in the forest with the other healers when you were gathering herbs and most of the time you could not go because you lacked an Ikran to take you to the locations. It was insufferable but your fathers ruled were rock solid.

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On the date that marked your 13th year the clan held a celebration, of course it was not for you ,na’vi did not celebrate birthdays, but it was the day Neteyam passed his Iknimaya. He was the first na’vi in the clan to pass his trials so early and this celebration made his time away from your worth it.

“‘Evi are you ready. The celebration starts soon.” entering your pod your father rushed you to prepare yourself.

“Can you help me with this braid?” Hands tied in your hair you motions to the other side. Your father was quick to get to work helping you finish the braid on the top of your head. They were a couple medium sized braids helping keep your hair out of your face as you let the curls in the back flow down to your waist.

“I am glad you have your natural hair out” Admiring you your father fluffs your curl and you couldn’t help but giggle. You shuffle to your corner of the room as you shut the makeshift curtain that covered your corner of your home. You admired the matching set of black loincloths you wore as you wiggled your, now brown, skirt over your frame hiding your thick tail. You adored the top with the feathers your father had assigned you tonight as the black contrasted nicely with the beautiful colors of brown and white. You put them on over your shoulders as the black cloth covered half of you and the feathers necklace covered the other top of your half.

“How do I look?” Twirling for your father you gave him the full 360 of your outfit.

“You are beautiful ‘evi, now let’s go, tonight is an important night for you too.” Taking your hand father rushed guided you out of the pod. Confused You analyzed your fathers words, how is this night important for me? It’s literally all about Neteyam.

Soon you reached the sight of the festivities and you couldn’t help but feel excitement as you saw all the na’vi dancing. You were quick to find Neteyam as your father sat next to Jake.

“Congratulations Neteyam!” You practically screamed as you walked over to the boy. He seemed fluster by your presence as he looked up at you with suprised eyes. You only laughed as you handed him a bracelet with a seashell weaved into it.

“I wanted to give you this as a gift, to honor your achievements.” Fluster the na’vi took your bracelet, he felt his face heat up and prayed to eywa it was too dark to see. Of course your peering eyes did not see as you studied the white paint smeared all over his body.

“oh my eywa you guys have matching feathers!” Tuk yelled as she approached. Looking down at the boy next to you dread settled in your stomach. You felt guilty as you looked down and started fidgeting.

“I am sorry, I did not know, I was not trying too-”

“Wow, that’s really rude trying to take attention away from him on his big day.” Suddenly an all too familiar voice cut you off. Your eyes immediately met her cold yellow ones. It was Kyna, a female warrior in training about a year older than you. She had never spoken to you until now but you knew she talked shit about you before, and her hateful eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd.

“That was not my intension I truly didn’t know!” cowering from her judgmental gaze you turned your eyes to the ground.

“Kyna, it is fine. It’s y/n’s 13th year anyway she deserves some of the spot light.”

Suddenly the hard spoken girls tone changed as she ignored your existence and began conversing with neteyam.

“Really nete? Well it’s not like much could take the spot light away from you” Giggling she sat down next to the boy as her tail traced up his arm. He only offered an awkward smile in response. The girl continue to talk but you could care less all you felt was this feeling in your gut that made you want to hiss at her in a rage. You did not understand why her touching neteyam made you feel this way.

“I’m going to dance.” Announcing your plan you began to get up but not before Kyna got her nasty comment in.

“maybe it’ll get you into shape with huge legs like that!”

Stomach twisting you made your way to the dance floor trying to keep composed. Of course it did not last long, you could not even dance for one song before you were forced to walk out of the main room. Tuk followed your movement with your eyes, she was not sure why you were sad but she knew it had something to do with the na’vi over there. So, she did what the only reasonable thing in her mind to do was. Skipping over she threw herself into Kynas lap and bit down into her leg.

“Neteyam!! Get your sister off me!! ow!” The girl screamed in pain as tuk’s jaws sunk into the meat of her thigh. The older na’vi only laughed as he quickly picked tuk up and usher her to their mother.

“Ah, you should get that checked out! I must go, I’m sure someone else can help you.” Flashing a kind smile the boy ran off. Not wanting to be around that girl for another second, his only objective was to check on you.

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Thoughts stormed through your mind as you made your way to the only safe place you could think of. Your legs took you across the thick vine as you rushed into the forest of the mountain. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about the girls comment. It brought up memories of the reef kids, of your childhood. You knew the girls talked but having it said straight to your face hurt, what hurt even more was Neteyam did not disagree with the girl. Oh how stupid you were, you knew you had a crush on the boy but to think he was going to think any different than the other na’vis was crazy. Although they could not see your tail you were still a freak with your teal skin, green eyes, and legs that were slightly bigger.

As your mind cleared ended up by the mossy rock dipping your legs into the small pond. The area around you seemed to glow as you swayed your legs in the water that was full of glowing pearls. You let your thoughts run wild as tears dropped down your face, and eventually you could not think anything more. It was like time had stopped and you felt as if you were numb. You allowed your body to slip into the shallow part of the pond, it reached just above your waist soaking the tips of your hair.

“Hey.” The sudden voice knocked you out of your daze. Looking up slowly your eyes met yellow ones that looked almost concerned as they looked at you. You could tell the boy had been running as his chest heaved up as down as he gradually made his way towards you. No words left your mouth to respond as the boy sat next to you.

“Are you ok?” A hand reached out and took one of your curls twirling it around their fingers. You quickly snatched it back as you stood up out of the water. Your skirt clung to your body as you made your way to the Mossy rock, plopping down in front of it so you could use it as a back rest, you brought your knees up to your chest so the boy could not look at your legs. The skirt was long enough to cover you so he couldn’t see in as it stuck to your calf’s and pooled around your feet.

“y/n, please talk to me.” Pleading the boy followed you to the rock as he took his place next to you.

“I am fine.” The burn of his yellow eyes never left you even as you turned your head away from him. Warm hands gently grasped your chin as the boy turned your head.

“Do not lie to me.” Hot tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as he gazed at you with such a soft and caring look. Who does he think he is? Agreeing with her than chasing after you Eywa he was stupid!

“You did not defend me, you agreed with her, so stop playing with me if you think i’m that disgusting to look at! You do not care.” Tears escaped your eyes as you looked into his yellow ones. His face seems to soften as he brung your body into his. You tried to push away but the boy outrivaled you in strength as he held you close.

“I did not agree, but I also did not say anything. I did not know her comment would make feel like this, please do not cry.” You stopped trying to pull away as the boy talked into your ear. He took this as a moment to pull the rest of you onto him so that you were sitting between his legs.

“I do not care what she thinks, in my opinion your body is perfect. More beautiful than all of the clan girls.” Lifting your chin up so he could see your face he smiled down as your eyes looked up to him. His thumb whipped the edge of your eyes clearing them of their tears. “It’s a waste of such beautiful eyes for them to be filled with tears, especially when i’m missing my own party to see them.”

You felt your face grow hot as you processed all his words. You felt stupid for overthinking as he complimented your appearance twisting your curls with his left hand. You could feel his body pressed up against your back as he hugged you close with his right arm.

“I am sorry for making you miss your party.” You spoke softly scared he would change his mind and get angry with you.

“I much rather be with you.” Resting his head on your head he closed his eyes as he relaxed with you in his arms. He was trying to keep himself composed but knew that if it was day the purple hue of his ears would be obvious. He did not want this moment to end as he hugged placed both hands around your waist bringing you in as if you would disappear if he let go.

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The sound of animals around u was the first think you heard as you regained consciousness. Slowly your senses awakened as you peeled your eyes open. Sitting up you felt something fall onto your lower body, looking down there was a dark blue hand draped over your leg’s. The memories of last night came flooding into you brain as you felt your body heat up at the memories. You fell asleep in each-others arms last night! Covering your face you suppressed a scream as you recalled the events. You were a teenage girl after all of course you were going to freak out about cuddling with your crush.

“mmm, eclipse has passed already.” A raspy voice graced your ears as the boy next to you stirred sitting up as well. Your sea green eyes scanned him as he sat up, you could not tear your eyes away from the way his torsos extended as he stretched.

“We should head back, our parents are going to be pissed.” Bringing himself to his feet the boy offered you a hand. Slowly you placed your hand into his as his larger one engulfed yours. The urge to talk about last night consumed your mind but as you looked into his piercing eyes you could not seem to get the words you wanted out. Had it meant nothing to him? He did not seemed fazed in the slightest at the display of affection he gave last night. Not having the courage to pry you let him pull you up as you trailed behind him, making your way to Highcamp. No words were spoken as the whole way. Sadness consumed you as your brain has come up with the conclusion that he regretted it, he simply was trying to cheer you up. You only felt shame and embarrassment on the long walk to high camp, he had successfully led you on.

On the other hand Neteyam was barley keeping his composure. He was shocked at his bold display, hell be even fell asleep with you pressed against him. He thought he could keep his cool but was wrong, the moment your sea green eyes met his he felt his stomach do flips. The boy swore that anymore contact with you would make him combust. He did not even notice the tension too busy freaking out about last night. He knew he was suppose to be promised to someone but he couldn’t help but fall in love with your shy but playful persona.

The sound of a horn signaled your arrival and while neteyam felt sad knowing he would soon be torn away from you, but you felt relief wanting nothing more than to leave the boy you thought was toying with you. Your relief was quickly replaced with anxiety as an angry Jake and Antu came stomping towards the two of you.

“Boy are you crazy?! Ditching the most important part of the celebration than going MIA for the night?”

Jake grabbed Neteyams arms as his enraged eyes switched to you. “Your coming too.” Dread settled in your stomach as you followed the chief. You looked to your father who was behind you but only got a disappointed head shake in return.

The two of you were soon sat in the chiefs pod as he lectured the two of you, Neteyam got most of it and you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you watched the boys ears droop. Fighting the lump in your throat you finally forced a sentence out.

“It was my fault, He came to find me after I ran off” Once your words were spoken a deathly silence filled the room. Glancing to the side you saw Neteyam yellow eyes widen. Jake only sighed as he looked for Antu for help not wanting to scold a child that was not his. Your father peered at you with disappointed eyes as he processed your words.

“Now why on Eywas green planet would you run off after I told you how important that night was.” You could not look your father in the eyes as you peered down at your legs. You felt the lump in your throat break as you let tears fall from your eyes. All the feelings you felt from the night before came crashing back like a wave, all because of the memory of Kynas one comment.

Antus eyes softened as he heard your crys but before he could reach you another pair of arms was already around your figure. Neteyams yellow eyes burned with slight rage as he looked at the men that had brought you to tears.

“Kyna was targeting her last night, I guess it brought some stuff from here time on the reef.”

At the boys words both men shared a soft look almost as if agreeing to let this slide. The men waited for you to gain your composure as Neteyam ran his hand down your back calming your sniffles.

“We will find another way to announce the news to the clan than.” Sighing jake rubbed his face with his hand as he processed his thoughts.

“what news?” Softly the words left your tired vocal cords as you peered at the men who seemed to be brainstorming.

“You and neteyam are to be mated.” Father stated it as if this was common knowledge and you couldn’t help but open your mouth slightly in shock. The Na’vi next you shared a similar look as his eyes search your green ones.

“But we do not see eachother.” You stated what you thought was a fact trying to save the boy from being trapped in a relationship with a freak like you. Neteyam on the other hand was hurt by your statement as he scanned your tiny body trying to figure out where he miss read your signs.

“You will one day ‘Evi, now you kids go to your lessons, you’ve caused enough trouble today.” Suddenly turning stern your father ordered the two of you out. Quickly you scrambled to your feet and obeyed as Neteyam dragged himself behind you.

“Are you ok? Your father was awfully hard on you.” You shot the boy a concerned look as you turned to face him.

“Why do you care? You do not see me.” Poison dripped from the boys words as he pushed himself past you. You felt hurt by the exchange as you watched the boy stomp off. He really was upset about last night….

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@ultimatebluff

[ursa-tan]

Metamorphosis

No ship, just fluff!

Requested: No

When Howdy closes the Bugdega unexpectedly, all of his neighbours are extremely worried. The reader is a puppet in this, ever so slightly shorter than Frank and Eddie, who are both ~4 feet tall.

I'm getting fics out so fast because I broke my phone and have nothing else to do until I can get it fixed - then I can go back to doom-scrolling TikTok

Word count: 3,455 Reading time: ~12 mins

TW: None

Somehow, Julie had managed to drag you into helping her out with a party she was planning. Really, she had dragged everyone into it. Drag was the wrong word actually, you (much like everyone else) had volunteered yourself and then got assigned a job. The job in question? You were to bake a cake - or cupcakes, or anything you wanted really, but you had decided to bake a cake. Normally it's something Poppy would've done, but Julie had asked her to help with something else, so you were stuck on baking duty.

You had made the decision to get Wally to help you. He was an artist after all, how hard could baking be? And at the very least, you could get him to decorate the cake and keep you company while you baked it.

"Wally!" You shout, standing outside of Home. He had promised to be out at 11:30 am sharp and it's currently 11:45. You could all see the clock tower from your respective homes, so he had no excuse to be late.

A loud creak and banging of a door sounds from inside Home, closely followed by the sound of Wally's voice. It's too muffled for you to make out anything, but you can hear that it sounds relatively impatient. The sounds are then quickly followed up by what sounds like Wally running and nearly falling down the stairs. It’s a sound that makes you wince slightly.

The door whips open, although it’s obvious Wally wasn’t the one to open it. He’s still standing a little way away, signature cardigan half on as he tries to do his shoes up.

“What happened to ‘11:30 sharp’ huh?” You ask, hands on your hips as you stare down at him.

“Sorry neighbour, something came up,” He mumbled, fully pulling his shoes on and finally exiting Home.

"Ok, well, I take that its all sorted now?" You ask, looking down at him as you begin the short walk towards Howdy's Place. You make sure to take smaller steps so he can stay by your side. Its not like you're that much taller than Wally, just enough so that you have to slow down ever so slightly.

"Yes, all sorted," He smiles, not looking up at you. He keeps pace with a little effort, having to walk slightly faster than usual.

The both of you chat pleasantly as you walk. It's the same thing that happens every time on the short walk. A pleasant little chat where you and Wally catch up on each others life. What is usual, however, is everyone crowded outside of the bugdega, chattering in hushed voices.

"Is everyone ok?" You ask, concerned as you come to a stop between Eddie and Barnaby. Wally slips in next to you.

"Howdy hasn't been seen since yesterday," Eddie mumbles, toying with Frank's fingers as he does, "He hasn't even called anyone, were all a bit worried."

Frank nods, humming in agreement with their husband. "Poppy tried calling him this morning, but he wouldn't pick up."

You look down at the ground for a moment, catching Wally's eyes as he tilts his head to look up at you. There's a look of curiosity in those deep black pits, one of concern too. It drives you forwards, taking the largest steps you can without seeing strange until you reach the door. 

Realistically you know its impolite and completely improper, but you have to try it - so you place your hand gently on the handle and give the door a small push. It doesn't budge at all. You push again, hoping the door is just stuck in its frame for whatever reason, but again it doesn't budge.

"It's locked," You mumble, not turning around. No one answers, you're not sure if its because they had already tried or if they're ashamed for not having tried it. There isn't time to wait for an answer - not in your mind at least. Howdy never shuts the bugdega, ever, especially not without saying something to someone.

You press your face against the window, cupping your hands round your eyes. It gives you a slightly better view into the darkened space behind them. You look for the faint white glow of the fridge, but you can't find it. The fridge has been turned off - or maybe not turned back on after it turned itself off? Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. Howdy is responsible, he wouldn't let his stock go bad, even if he was sick! Something in your gut is sitting horribly wrong.

"Did anyone notice the fridge isn't on?" You turn yourself back to the group, all of whom look up at you when you speak.

"It isn't?" Barnaby asks back, walking up to join you by the window, also pressing his face against it for a moment before pulling away. "You're right, it isn't..." He trails off, looking down at you in concern.

"Does anyone know what we should do?" It's Eddie's turn to speak up again, still messing with Frank's hand - this time smoothing his thumb over the wedding ring.

"Maybe we can take turns sitting outside and waiting for Howdy to come out?" Julie, who had been seemingly deep in thought up until this point, looks up at her best friend and their husband.

"We have to do something more than that," You say, once again turning back to look into the darkened Bugdega. Something is telling you that Howdy needs to be checked on.

"You can't get in, the door's locked, darling." This time, it's Sally's turn to speak up, as she approaches the door. She easily ushers you and Barnaby out of the way, head held high as she speaks in a quiet yet clear voice, shooing you both away.

No one speaks as she leans forwards, resting her cupped hands against the glass door to help her look inside. You're sure she quickly comes to the same conclusion as you, as she leans away and looks back towards the crowd. Surprisingly, she doesn't speak, only solemnly shaking her head and walking away to stand by Poppy.

Quiet chatter breaks out amongst the group once again, everyone seeming to break off into their own conversations as you collectively try and figure out how to get into the Bugdega.

You feel a soft tug on the back of your jumper just as you're about to say something to Barnaby. It's Wally, except he's not looking at you - another unusual thing to add to the list of the many things that have happened today. He's looking up at one of the windows on the second floor of the Bugdega, which is cracked open ever so slightly.

"Right," You mumble, patting Wally's shoulder. You know exactly what he's suggesting, even if he hasn't said it

Ideally, you'd want Howdy for this job. Even if he isn't the tallest neighbour, he does have very lanky arms and you know that you could easily reach the window if you stood on his hands. But he isn't here, so your next best bet is Barnaby.

"hey, Barn?" You ask, tilting your head away from the window and towards the massive blue dog beside you.

"Yeah, kid?" He breaks his eyes away from the Bugdega's door, looking at you. You can tell he's trying his best to hide his concern for the missing caterpillar.

"You think you could lift me up high enough to get into that window up there?" You once again look towards the window, pointing up at it.

"If you think you can squeeze in there," His words strike you, making you re-think your plan. The gap is pretty small, and even if you're one of the smallest neighbours, you doubt if you can squeeze in through a gap that small. "Maybe Wally could fit?"

The smaller puppets look up at the mention of his name, eyes moving slowly between you and the larger puppet. He doesn't seem to have heard Barnaby's proposition.

"You think you can fit through there Wally?" You ask, looking down at the little puppet.

He seems to hesitate for a second, looking up at the open window and thinking before looking back to you and Barnaby. He seems to be a little concerned.

"I'll follow you in," You say, smiling, placing a hand on his shoulder and keeping him close, "I just need you to get in there and open the window. Then we can look for Howdy together, promise."

"Ok neighbour, I'll do it." Wally nods, now waiting for Barnaby to pick him up.

"Right, up we go then." As Barnaby picks him up, the rest of your neighbours turn to face them. Wally is standing on Barnaby's hands, just about managing to reach the windowsill when Barnaby stands up on his tiptoes. You can see that it takes a lot of effort for them both to get Wally up there - the Bugdega is a massively tall building, and Wally has to hook his fingertips into the window to pull himself up.

"Ok kiddo, your turn," Barnaby mumbles, turning towards you and scooping you up next. It takes you a moment to get steady on his hands, but by the time you're as far up as he can get you, Wally has fully pushed the window open and is leaning out to grab your hands. 

As soon as he can, Wally is gripping your wrists and pulling you up. He might not be very strong, but with the combination of being anchored at the windowsill by the waist and Barnaby giving you a final push from underneath, you manage to tumble into the window.

"Are we sure that's a good idea?" You can faintly hear Eddie ask from down below, probably feeling like breaking into Howdy's place isn't a great idea.

"It'll be ok Eddie." You hear Frank's vice next, comforting his husband. It's nice to know they always stick together.

"Ok Wally... Time to find Howdy," You mumble, standing up from where you were on the floor. Wally just nods, standing up and taking your hand. He seems a bit uneasy, and if you're honest, so are you. 

All of the curtains inside are drawn, including the one in front of the window you just crawled through. Everything is also eerily quiet. You can't hear a single sound from anywhere inside the building, bar the soft tapping of the curtain as it flutters in the wind still coming from the open window.

You reach out and take Wally's hand, pulling him until his body is pressed into yours. The same something that told you Howdy needed to be checked on is also now telling you that you shouldn't check alone. 

"Maybe we should check his bedroom?" Wally asks, looking up at you. His voice is still monotone but has lost that sleepy quality it usually has to it.

"Yeah... Seems like the right choice..." You mumble in response, beginning the slow search of Howdy's flat.

Much to your surprise, you don't find anything at all. There are no traces of Howdy anywhere you look. His bed is made, the kitchen is clean, and his bathroom sink is dry. As far as you can tell, it looks like Howdy kinda just... stopped existing.

"I think we should check the actual Bugdega... There's gotta be some evidence of him down there..." It's the first time either of you has said anything since you agreed with Wally on checking the bedroom. It feels wrong to break the near silence of the flat.

"Ok... I'm following," Wally murmurs, obviously not wanting to go first.

You have to move carefully down the stairs as you only have one of your hands to help support you. Wally is gripping tightly onto your hand as you both descend straight into the stock room. The smaller puppet is partially hiding behind you when you both step onto the cold concrete floor. You can hear the sound of your feet meeting the hard surface echo out.

"Howdy's in here..." Wally's voice is muffled as he hides his face in your back.

You hate to admit it, but you know he's right. Howdy is somewhere in the stock room - even if you can't hear him breathing or moving about, you know he's somewhere in here.

"Howdy?..." You call out, hesitant to make any noise in the near-silent room.

Wally continues to hide behind you as both of you explore the Bugdega's storage room. He seems to be trying to keep his face pressed into your back as you both explore. You can't blame him - if you had someone braver than you here, you'd probably hide your face in them... Probably Frank. Frank would think about this logically.

"Hey, Wally... Maybe we should find the keys and open the door to let everyo- AHHHH!" You interrupt yourself with a scream, loud enough to pierce the absolute silence of the storeroom.

Wally peaks out from behind you and promptly gasps in horror, probably already prepared for the sight due to your scream. You can hear someone pounding on the door faintly and the sound of someone else shouting in panic. You think you can vaguely make out the sound of Frank telling Barnaby to pick him up and help him through the window that you left open. But none of that matters.

In front of you is a massive cocoon. It's bigger than any of your friends and looks horrifically sticky in whatever light is keeping the storeroom from being pitch black. You hate to think about it, but you're pretty sure something inside it is moving. You reach forwards to touch it, despite it looking to be covered in some sort of goo, only to be tugged back by Wally.

"That looks like a cocoon," He mumbles, continuing to tug you backwards and away from it, "We should talk to Frank, they know a lot about bugs..."

"Ok, let's get Frank..." You're relieved that Wally brought it up, you don't want to be along in here any longer.

You both rush to find the keys and open the front door. Everyone seems to fret over how panicked the both of you look, especially Poppy. But you don't have time for that, not as you rush Frank in and towards where you found the cocoon. Wally doesn't know what to say, but you're convinced that whatever is in there ate your friend and shopkeeper.

Frank gets as close to it as he can without touching it, circling around it and inspecting it. They seem to reach a conclusion after a few minutes. They stand up and walk back towards you, wally and the neighbours who are now crowded behind you and murmuring quietly. Apart from Eddie, who is waiting outside because he hates bugs.

"I think you're right (Y/n), Howdy is in the chrysalis," They speak with clarity, standing up straight and puffing his chest out slightly, "I think Howdy is pupating."

"And... What does that mean for the big guy?" It's Barnaby's turn to speak now. It doesn't seem like anyone else can find the words, to be fair.

"He's becoming a butterfly!" Frank practically shouts, excitement evident. "O-Or a moth, of course! He could always be a moth."

"How long will it take? This whole," Barnaby pauses a moment to gesture to the chrysalis, "thing."

"Well, it can vary. Some species only take a few days to pupate and emerge, some take weeks or even months! And some even take years! I- We know nothing about what kind of butterfly- or moth! - Howdy is rather large, he could-"

"Frank. How long."

"O-Oh, uh, hmm. My best guess would be around a month, but i could be entirely wrong."

"Let's work with that then," Barnaby huffs, putting one hand on his lower back and one on his head. He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, "Someone needs to run the Bugdega while howdy is out of commission, we can't go a month without it."

"I can do that," You pipe up, smiling kind of nervously.

"Ok then kiddo. You sure you can manage that?" He's looking down at you like he doesn't think you can do it. You're determined to prove him wrong.

"Yes, I'm sure." You're not actually sure. Howdy is a lot bigger than you, has 4 arms, 4 legs and significantly more energy than you. But you have to try now, you said you'd do it.

And try you do. For the first week, it seems pretty easy. Very few things need restocking, and everything that does need to be restocked is light and easy to carry. You have to use a ladder to reach some of the shelves on account of them being built for someone who easily doubles your height and them some. But you manage. You run the bugdega.

However, as time goes on and the days roll by, the work gets progressively harder and harder. There's always something to do to keep the place in tip-top shape. You find that you barely have time to stop and eat, only ever managing quick snacks and things that you don't really need to cook. You also find that you're taking unwanted naps while tucked under the counter between customers due to staying up late to keep everything running smoothly.

On the upside, the apron makes you look cute. Even if Poppy had to make a custom one for you so you weren't tripping over the extra fabric.

"You look rough, kiddo," Barnaby chuckles to himself as he walks in, ringing the bell above the door and startling you from your half-snooze.

You jump up from where you were slouched on the counter, causing you to topple off the stool you had been sitting on and onto the floor. Barnaby pads towards you, leaning over the counter and chuckling when he looks down at the mess you've become.

"Have a nice trip? Don't forget to send me a postcard!"

"How does Howdy always have the energy to laugh at your jokes?... I'm utterly exhausted..." You pull an arm over your face, placing it so that the crook of your elbow rests over your nose.

"I'm just hilarious, that's all," The dog reaches over the counter and offers you a hand. You take it, albeit reluctantly, and allow him to pull you back to your feet, "funniest pooch around!"

"Normally I'd agree... But I'm not sure when the last time I got a full night's sleep was."

"Looks like never, if I'm honest," Barnaby doesn't stop when you're on your feet, keeping a hold of your hand and easily lifting you until you're sat on the counter, "If I'm being nice? Maybe about a week ago."

He chuckles as you lean forwards, your face buried in his chest fluff. His breathing nearly lulls you back to sleep immediately. It would've if it weren't for the familiar voice from behind you.

"Uniform looks good on you (Y/n), maybe I should hire you full-time."

It's Howdy, he's back and now significantly different. For one, he's not wearing a shirt, for another, he has a massive pair of butterfly wings coming from his back. Although those aren't the only things. He looks fluffier. Taller too. His limbs - from what you can see at least - fade into a darker, more forest green as they reach his hands. His antennae are also longer and curl around more, practically creating a small spiral. He also seems to be taller, on account of him ducking under the stockroom's door to get into the actual bugdega.

"You're back!" You call, scrambling off the counter with what energy you have and rush towards him. You stand on your tiptoes and hug him, burying your face into his fluffy belly.

"(Y/n)? You ok?"

"I tried running the bugdega while you were out. I couldn't do it." Your voice is muffled against Howdy's stomach as you hug him. You don't want to let go. Not only is your friend back, but now you get to go home and sleep properly for the first time in about a month and a half.

"I think you did a splendid job, the bugdega looks great." Howdy places a hand on your back, allowing you to rest against him for a moment.

Slowly, everything returns to normal. Sure, Frank won't leave Howdy alone unless Eddie physically drags them away. And yeah, Howdy has to have all of his clothes altered to fit his new stature. But over all, everything returns to normal, now with a slightly taller and prettier shopkeeper.

[babygirllinds]

5 things you never get tired of writing

tagged by: @sunwarmed-ash 💗💗💗

rules: list five things you never get tired of writing. it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. then tag five people!

Angst - I have depression and go through random bouts of late night sadness and the easiest way to work through it sometimes is to just write something sad and cry while doing so. Also sometimes you just gotta put your fav ships through pain to find the happiness in the end. Just like depression. You go through the pain, but happiness is right around the corner.

Smut - you absolutely cannot stop me from writing smut. I’ve been doing it since I was 12 years old and it’s something I just know I can write. I felt weird for being so young and liking something so sexual, but then I found out half of the writers were young teenage girls who were finding out about sexuality and whatnot (much like myself) and it wasn’t a big deal like I thought it was. It was just apart of growing up and realizing that some people just mature faster than others and there’s nothing wrong with that.

Men in love - I’m gonna be completely honest, I started shipping men back in the 1D fandom when the Larry Proof videos started making appearances (even if they never come out and say anything, those looks they gave each other? They were in love). I,however, did not start writing for men in love until 2019 when I was presented with Reddie (Eddie Kaspbrack and Richie Tozier) from the remake of IT. It started out with me reading the ship until my own ideas formed and after that, I found how much I enjoyed writing for a pair of men so clearly in love with each other. Icemav is my new fav ship to write for this 🤭

Size differences - I LOVE WRITING FOR SIZE DIFFERENCES. When one partner is so clearly smaller than the other and projecting their need for love and attention, while the taller one gives off “I must protect and love this small creature with everything in me”. It fits all of my ships so well and I love writing this dynamic interact.

Mutual pining idiots - when they’re in love or in lust with each other and it’s so clear to everyone around them, but they’re literal dumbasses who can’t tell the other wants to kiss them or pin them against a wall. It never gets old. It’s goes so well with friends to lovers and enemies to lovers. Like, do y’all really hate each other or do you just want to fuck? Bc everyone here can see that you want to jump each others bones except y’all. I will probably forever write this trope.

Tags: @r-dtoblack @rubickk7 @jynxmirage @marauderofworlds @awkwxrdapple (y’all don’t have to this, but I know y’all are writers so I figured if you wanted to do this, you can ☺️)

[nebulous-library]

wine & dine

Series: Bungo Stray Dogs Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Reader Word count: 3.2k Genre/ContentTags: Not Safe For Worms - chuuya is too sloshed to get it up, he has a broken lizard (a reptile dysfunction), this is mostly ur standard stuff, making out, hand stuff, mouth stuff, cunnilingus, lots of cunnilingus, if that was not explicitly clear, chuuya is kinda crabby but what else is new, alcohol consumption, no y/n usage

[Part 2 - the bonus chapter] [Read on AO3]

**MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY**

Summary: When your plans for Chuuya’s birthday go awry, he keeps himself busy with a nice bottle of wine. However, when you arrive later that evening, you find that the wine has caused certain complications for Chuuya. No matter — he’s going to have a birthday feast one way or another.

A/N: Taking a leap and posting this without having it beta read (my beta reader has sm on her plate rn and I want her to prioritize herself first and foremost, everyone plz send her lots and lots of love), so please excuse any mistakes you may find. Also really trying to exercise just like, writing for my own body type first and foremost. So this one goes out specifically to the girlies who are taller and thiccer than Chuuya Nakahara.

Anyway, bone apple teeth, and happy birthday to my sweet widdle chuu chuu train.

7:12 p.m. Boss has me running a couple errands. 

7:13 p.m. I’ll be a little later than we planned. 9 at the latest. We still good for tonight?

Chuuya exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. How convenient that the Boss had you working late on the same day he’d told Chuuya to call it an early day – his birthday. 

“‘Oh, you work so hard, Chuuya.’ he says, ‘You should enjoy your birthday, Chuuya,’ he says,” Chuuya grumbles to himself from the confines of his quarters, downing his second glass of wine this evening. “‘Take this bottle from my cellar, Chuuya, you deserve it,’ he says.” Chuuya knocks back the last sip, somewhat aggressively setting it down on the table. 

7:15 p.m. Yep. See you then

He sends you a quick reply and sets his phone on the table as well. 

You both thought you’d been so careful about keeping your relationship a secret. Not that it needed to be one, but still, it was nice to have something be just yours for a little while. Chuuya had been suspicious that some of the others in the Port Mafia knew, or at the very least that Mori knew. And if he didn’t know it for sure before, then he damn sure knew it now. 

The Boss had done this deliberately to fuck with him. 

“And on my fucking birthday,” he grouched, folding his arms across his chest. 

His phone buzzed, rattling the table. 

7:18 p.m. Sorry about this. Love youuuu

7:19 p.m. <333

Chuuya sighed, his demeanor softening. He knew it wasn’t your fault, after all. He was just really looking forward to spending some quality time together. And you would, it’d just be later than he’d expected. So much for dinner, he thought.

At least if Mori was gonna mess with the two of you, he was getting free booze from the Boss’s collection out of it. And admittedly, it was indeed good booze.

Pouring himself a third glass, Chuuya braced himself for all the nothing that the next two hours had in store for him. 

By the time you got back, it was pitch black outside. You were exhausted, but the tasks assigned to you were complete and your evening was finally, finally coming to a close.

It was almost 10 o’clock now, and Chuuya had been texting you for the last hour asking if you were almost back yet. You could tell from his tone that he’d gone ahead and started drinking without you. You weighed the options of whether or not to go back to your room and have a quick shower, or just head straight for Chuuya. If I shower now, I still have to get ready, and that’ll take at least – 

Your thoughts were cut off by the ping of your cell phone. 

Another text from Chuuya.

9:57 p.m. get bavk faster, I miss yuo

You snorted, pocketing your device and deciding on a course of action. He was cute when he was this hammered. You shouldn’t keep him waiting long.

Upon arrival at his door, you paused to smooth out the dress you’d taken the extra five minutes to stop and put on for him, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door in your secret code. He opened it within seconds. 

You thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, the way he was ogling you. You walked in slowly, letting him get a nice eyeful of the way your gown hugged every curve. He lingered on your lower half, your leg exposed by a dangerously high slit. God, he wanted you. He’d been sitting around all night wanting you so badly. 

“My eyes are up here, Chuuya,” you teased, and he followed the sound of your voice the rest of the way up. He’d never admit it sober, but damn, he loved you towering over him in heels.

“A-about time you got here,” he muttered, looking away as all the thoughts of you he’d been sitting with flooded back into his brain at once. Was his face flushed or was that just the alcohol talking?

You chuckled, handing him the bottle of his favorite wine that you’d been saving for tonight. From the looks of it, though, he didn’t need to be drinking anymore. He set it on the table by the empty bottle from Mori. 

“Happy birthday, handsome,” you said playfully, cupping his jaw as you leaned down to kiss him. “Sorry it took so long to get here.” 

Chuuya’s hands roam up your sides, creasing the satiny material draped over your hips and waist as you kiss him. He dives in for a second. And a third. And a fourth. His kisses are quick, but passionate and oh, so needy.

“Gonna make it up to me?” 

He walks backward toward the velvet armchair he’d been waiting in all evening, pulling you with him. You hum in response, straddling him as he sits down. Chuuya pulls the fabric of your dress to the side and snakes his hands to your thighs. You’re always so apprehensive to put your weight on him, and it drives him crazy. He wouldn’t tell you to sit down if he didn’t mean it. He scrunches his eyebrows as he sinks his fingers into their perfect plushness, forcefully pulling you down onto his lap. 

Much better, he thinks, diving back in to catch your lips on another heated kiss while he fondles you. He slipped a finger under the lacey garter that hid beneath your gown and gave it a snap, causing you to yelp into his mouth, leaning further into him. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, tugging down as he pulled away. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes and he smirked.

Chuuya’s hands found their way to your hips. He shifted under you, pressing one leg against your cunt as he pulled you down, looking you square in the eye while guiding your motions.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, knocking his hat off in the process and carding your fingers through his soft hair. His face was trapped, smothered in your bosom, but he couldn’t have been happier. You’d opted to forego your bra, he noticed, as your nipples pebbled through the silky material. Helping himself, Chuuya began mouthing over the fabric, soaking it through with his saliva as his tongue toyed with your nipple. 

You squealed when his hands found purchase on that sensitive spot on the back of your leg, stroking gently as he bit down on your sensitive bud and applied additional pressure between your legs. It was all too much. You were certain you were soaked through your panties, as well as the front of his pants. 

You wanted him. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly it hurt. 

“Chuuya…,” you breathed, begging him to give you more. But that was when you noticed something was amiss.

Usually by this point, you’d feel his cock twitching in his pants, aching to get free. 

You sat forward and rolled your hips against him, just to be sure. 

Chuuya groaned, but it was not arousal that was carried in his voice — it was frustration.

Pulling back, you looked at him once again. He looked thoroughly disheveled.

“Chuuya?” Your tone shifted, and you looked at him with concern in your eyes. Hesitantly, he met your gaze, and knew that you could tell. His eyes darted away, embarrassed, and fixated on the empty wine bottle.

You followed his gaze, confirming your suspicion. Maybe he shouldn’t have been left to his own devices for so long that evening. 

You raked your fingers through his tresses comfortingly, and cupped his jaw in both hands. 

“Is everything alright, honey?” you asked, planting a kiss in the center of his forehead. 

“‘m fine,” he muttered. He stared down, looking at where you sat atop his lap, at the damp patch you’d left on his thigh. Fuck, that was hot, he thought. Normally by this point he’d be insisting there was no time to bother discarding clothes, and would be coating his cock in your slick, ready to plunge in and watch you come undone more and more with every vicious thrust.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want—”

“I want to.” His eyes were immediately back looking into yours. He really, really wanted to. And the intensity of his stare told you exactly that. “Just need to keep trying.” 

Chuuya undid his pants, pulling the waistband down to expose his half-erect cock. He gave himself a few weak test strokes, but to no avail. It would work. It had to. While he kept pumping, he wove his other hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss, in hopes that gumption and tenacity alone would get the blood flowing to his dick the way he wanted. 

Uncertain as you were, you kissed him just as fervidly as you had been, and continued grinding down on his thigh, trying to put on a good show for him. You could tell he kept peeking out the corner of his eye to see if there was any progress. Knowing full well that a watched pot would never boil, you attempted to provide him with a distraction in the form of your hands wandering along his torso.

You unbuttoned his shirt halfway, rubbing his chest and moaning into his mouth the way you knew he liked. And oh, it would have been bliss if he were able to properly enjoy it. 

You could tell his faith was waning, and he was getting increasingly frustrated by the moment. In a last-ditch effort, you joined your fingers with his, wrapping around his cock to see if it would be more responsive to your touch.

No dice.

He let out a frustrated wail, screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the red velvet. 

“Chuuya…”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” he bit back, muttering curses at the empty bottle of wine staring back at him on the table. 

You smiled softly at him, leaning in to pepper his face with kisses as you tucked his dick back into his trousers. You shifted your weight forward, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. You raked your fingers through his auburn locks, twirling the ends around your fingers. He pouted, refusing to look you in the eye.

“It happens to everyone,” you reassured, trying to sound as non-patronizing as you could. Still, he scowled.

He knew you were right, and he knew it was his own damn fault for going overboard with the alcohol before you’d even gotten there, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. He didn’t understand how he could be this horny and still not be hard enough. All he wanted for his birthday was to feel your walls spasming around him, to make you writhe and squirm at his touch, to watch you struggle to keep your volume down and inevitably fail.

“I’m happy just spending time with you, Chuu–“

“Shut up,” he growled. He gripped your hips firmly, pulling you flush against himself.

“What are you – !” You let out a muffled sound of surprise as he cut you off with a heated and sloppy kiss. And before you could fully comprehend what he was doing, he had switched your positions and you now sat in the antique armchair, and Chuuya’s petite frame was leaning over you, brushing your hair forward over your shoulder, never breaking your kiss. 

His gloved fingers trailed up to your jaw, gently at first until he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, holding you firmly as his lips worked against yours. You could taste the wine on his lips, sure, but he was intoxicating enough on his own. 

He swallowed down every sweet whine and whimper you offered, letting you attempt to roll your hips against him, despite his iron grip on your hip. He smirked. If nothing else, seeing you come undone was all the birthday present he needed. He pushed your thigh up over the chair’s arm, bringing you forward in the seat just enough. 

When he pulled away from your kiss, you looked back at him through hazy, lust-filled eyes. You looked perfect like this, with your cheeks flushed and your mouth agape. He was hypnotized watching the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned in, kissing your forehead before crouching down between your legs. 

“Chuuya, what are you doing?” you asked as he bit the hem of his glove, peeling it off with his teeth.

“Havin’ dessert.”

“What—”

“It’s my birthday and I’m gonna make you cum, dammit!” he snarled, hitching your other leg over his shoulder, his nose barely brushing against your clothed slit. You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on you. 

Chuuya discarded his other glove and pulled your underwear to the side. “Can’t fill you up like I wanna, but I can still show you who this pussy belongs to,” he huffed as he thumbed over your slickened folds. “You good with that?” he looked up at you, his thumb positioned just near your clit enough to make you crazy with anticipation, asking permission before he continued.

You nodded.

The pad of his thumb swiped over your your clit, rolling it in slow, smooth circles, his eyes trained on your face with every motion. This was what he wanted more than anything — watching you fall apart, melting into his touch like you had been before. 

He dragged his thumb down through your folds and spread you open, admiring the way your needy hole pleaded for him. He inched closer and closer, teasing your entrance until he could tell from your flushed face that you needed him now. 

And, well, who was he to keep you waiting?

His index and middle fingers slid into you with ease, and the lewd sounds coming from you were divine. Fuck, you were so wet for him. Each scissoring motion, each pull and push of his fingers into your cunt had you sighing as he finally gave you a taste of the relief you craved.

He massaged your walls with expert strokes — he truly knew your body inside and out. But he wanted to build this up as much as he could. Chuuya slowly curled his fingers forward, rubbing that soft bundle of nerves inside you that made you cant your hips for him. Something about the look in his eyes told you he was nowhere near picking up the pace. This was just the beginning.

As he worked your tender walls, Chuuya plastered a countless number of kisses along your thigh that was hiked over his shoulder. Some were soft and lingered, others were quick as if eager to cover each inch of you with his love. Then, there were the bites. You couldn’t help squirming when he sank his teeth into you, suckling bruises onto your skin. But no matter how much you mewled or bucked your hips, he held you steady. 

He withdrew his fingers and marveled at the gossamer threads connecting them before plunging them into his mouth up to his knuckle, moaning at your sweet taste. He dipped his fingers into you once again, this time working quicker whilst continuing to nibble on your thigh, until he reached your garter, which he took between his teeth and tugged, letting it snap against your skin as he removed his fingers. You cried out, arching your back, and whining at the sudden emptiness.

More, he needed more. And clearly, so did you.

Chuuya gave no warning before diving in, lapping at your pussy as if you were his oasis in the desert. Each slurp made you squeal, and your legs twitched, threatening to snap shut on him like a bear trap. He splayed his palm across your thigh, hiking it higher up the armrest toward your chest and giving himself better access to plunge his tongue deeper into you.

You rolled your hips against him the best that you could, trying desperately to ride his face. And he did allow it for a few minutes, his nose nudging against your clit just right. He loved letting you use him like this, loved seeing you fall to pieces because of him, loved the feeling of your pussy clenching for him, and him alone. 

As you approached your climax, Chuuya pushed both your legs up over the arms of the chair, robbing you of your leverage, leaving you completely at his mercy as he wrapped his lips around your clit. He truly pulled out all the stops, alternating between tactful flicks of his tongue, prolonged licks, and slurps while vigorously fingering you until you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

You covered your mouth with your forearm, biting down as your body quaked with pleasure and Chuuya worked straight through it. He didn’t let up for even a second until your walls stopped spasming around his fingers. 

He released your clit with an obscene pop, and glowered at you.

“What’d ya hold back for?” Chuuya fussed.

You could only answer in heavy breaths and word fragments.

He exhaled. “No matter. ‘m far from done anyway. You’re not allowed to cover your mouth though!” he said pointedly. 

You nodded in response, and he resumed his feast. 

Everything was a blur after that. Chuuya continued helping himself to your cunt for hours, rarely coming up for air and pushing you to the brink of what you could withstand. You were sore and so sensitive, losing track of how many orgasms your body had been put through somewhere after the fourth or fifth time. When he finally pulled away, the clock read 12:37. 

You looked down at Chuuya, on his knees, panting. His hair stuck to his forehead and face was drenched in the results of his hard work, and as exhausted as he was, he licked his lips happily. As your body relaxed, you lowered your legs, groaning at the stiffness in your hips from sitting in that position so long. With your foot on the ground, Chuuya wrapped an arm around your calf and rested his cheek on your thigh as he surveyed the aftermath. You both looked a mess, but Chuuya would argue that you were a masterpiece of a feast well-enjoyed. 

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, until the post-orgasm fog cleared out of your brains. Chuuya was first to stand, nearly toppling over from the way his knees were asleep. It was ironic, seeing someone with control over gravity itself stumbling about. You cracked a smile as he found his bearings and helped pull you up as well. 

He held you close with his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, his fingers toying with your zipper. 

“...probably safer if you stay over?” he suggested, flicking the tab between his fingers.

You nodded, and he began slowly tugging it downwards. 

“Chuuya,” you halted him, putting your hand on his shoulder. 

He froze immediately, looking at you with concern that he’d made a wrong move. 

You glanced down, and his eyes followed, not sure what you were pointing out until you pressed against him and he groaned. 

Two hours later, he was finally hard. 

“...think you got one more round in ya?”