#I KIND OF WENT OVERBOARD.

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character intro: suraj

my problem. child. the love of my life. wip intro

“I lied,” Suraj admits, examining his nails carelessly. 

“You lied? I could have died, genius!” 

“But you didn’t,” Suraj snaps. “You didn’t, you’re alive, and you saved the lives of a couple people. Congrats. Now you’ve just got to safe a few hundred more and we’re good.” 

basics: 14. he's dubbed the 'tech guy' of the service, but he literally does everything else as well, except work out on the field. HE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE. literally, if he weren't on the good guy's side he'd be the antagonist of this story for sure. anyways axkjfdfkhds. on to the actual character intro bit. 

looks: tall. messy black hair, brown eyes & rich copper skin. has a pen in his mouth like 80% of the time. you'll find him wearing either a. sweatpants b. a full on suit [literally i'm not even kidding. a SUIT.] or c. a kurta. he loves his kurtas btw. AND he looks good in them.

personality: he's such an asshole. [i've said this a lot before, GUESS WHAT, i will elaborate.] he's got a lot of Parent Issues and was taken in by the Service at a really young age; so he grew up with knives and guns and laptops and the like. he's snarky as shit, and will beat you down [like with words] if he thinks it'll help you. even if it doesn't help you he'd do it anyways if you irritate him [EVERYONE irritates him] or if you messed up somewhere. would ruin you heartlessly & mercilessly in front of everyone. if it came down to it, he'd sacrifice one person whom he really cares about to save the world. he's cocky, overconfident [and for good reason; he's practically the best operative there is and he KNOWS it], arrogant, short-tempered and just a Shithead. but underneath all that bluster, there's a kid, just 14 years old, remember, who's insecure and has abandonment issues. he's repressed all his emotions and it definitely isn't healthy; but he's never had anyone to listen to him. he's lonely. really fucking lonely. his parents leaving him [and each other] Fucked Him Up Bad, and he saw some really terrible things that destroyed his faith in people. + he's struggling with himself, conflicted about his identity, and he hasn't figured out who he is, just yet. suraj carries the weight of the world on his stupid shoulders, and will take on every problem by himself because he doesn't know to ask for help. he's not a coward in any way, or form. he will lie if it's for the good of the world, and will also lie in general [he’s a damn good liar]. extraordinary at manipulating people. he can be counted on to make the tough decisions. he's also got the Big Brother instinct.

other cool things: i think i gave a lot of info in the personality thing ksjdhs. but, a few fun facts!! 1, he knows he's Fucked up. he's so deeply aware of his flaws. also, he's really bad at apologising but he tries anyways. i love him so much. he’s a bad person but he’s trying to get better. love him. 

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honestly, when i first saw sora's backstory, i didnt react much, but now im noticing everything and its just really sad to think about

see this little kid who was full of hope? see this girl, that was just an innocent kid full of life, having that one role model that every kid had in some point of their lives?

this girl was then stripped away from everything she loved the moment she realized the truth, that this "role model" of hers was abusing poor innocent creatures, that their people have been brainwashed by this so-called emperess she actually used to follow, having your own parents shun you and take away everything you had and isolate you just because you knew the truth, and said truth wasnt just something bad, no, it was a fucking nightmare to think about, imagine taking that all in at 10

if the merge never happend, she would've been stuck in that sucker of a realm her whole life. she wouldve never been able to continue her childhood, her love for tech, nothing just absolutely nothing. she wouldve been locked away and alone forever, she wouldnt even have her own family by her side

the fact she didnt even hesitate to leave when the merge happend is heartbreaking, she was so fucking young, and was treated so poorly by everyone. imagine staying like that for probably months. she even named herself after that freaking dragon to respect her.

and as someone who actually experienced what sora had to endure when i was a kid, being shunned by my family for nearly a year during that time, i just have to point out that:

ana and sora are two completely different charcters.

when ana left, she became sora. a completely new person that was an ending with a new beginning, seeds that became remenants.

I know alot of people will disagree with me and say that lloyd had a tougher backstory, or maybe harumi, etc, but every charcter experienced something the other wouldnt handle, making no tragedy rougher than the other

i have nothing else to say but..damn

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Max, Kim & Ivan finished! Actually rlly happy w/ them, very silly :3 (also markov cameo, I didn’t redesign him but it felt wrong to not draw him in there w/ max)

Also revamped queen bee’s design! A couple people said her og fit was overpatterned and I agree w/ them so I tried my best to make her costume a little more cohesive!

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here's my honest opinion... they should have kissed on 2nd earth

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oh man oh man. im always fond of phoenix w a praise kink and just. overwhelmed by love. miles fucking into him while whispering sweet nothings until he’s shaking from his orgasm after orgasm. make this slut cry from being loved and fucked! that one fic you wrote, “late night” was RIGHT up my alley and i swear i go back to it often

rubbing at the bags he can feel setting in beneath his eyes, phoenix has never been more tired in his life. not when he stayed up all night studying to get through law school. not the time he didn't sleep for three days a week before the bar and had to be forced to rest by mia. not when she was murdered, not even when he spent a night in city jail accused of that very murder.

the clop of two pairs of sandals patter into the distance as he watches maya, holding onto pearl's hand like a lifeline, head for their train under the flickering lights of the station. as they board, any remaining energy phoenix had escapes him and he sags back against the wall he's been leaning against, arms crossing over his chest as a sigh slips out of him.

it's hard to watch them go when they've only just got maya back, but with morgan headed to prison, they have a lot of things to sort out back in kurain, like packing up belongings and figuring out where they'll stay when they're there for training.

"it's getting quite late, wright."

he'd almost been falling asleep where he stood and the voice startles him, making him stand up straight and snap to attention. for a few minutes, he'd almost forgotten edgeworth was there. it's easy to forget, when it's quiet—he was dead for an entire year, after all.

"yeah. sorry to keep you waiting. you didn't have to do this, you know." phoenix says it automatically, like it's an obligation, even though he's not quite sure he is sorry after what the prosecutor did.

"i'm aware," is all edgeworth says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and then just briefly gripping at his elbow.

it's almost funny. when phoenix first met the man again on the other side of the courtroom last year, he looked like hell barely warmed over. edgeworth was the one with dark circles around the eyes, a permanent scowl affixed to his face. now, he looks oddly tranquil, if just a bit fatigued, and phoenix is the one who feels like garbage. things can change a lot in a year.

he clears his throat. "well. i won't keep you here any longer. let's get back to the car." he lets edgeworth lead the way back to his car—new since phoenix last saw it during state v. skye—and climbs back into the passenger seat, rattling off his address. it's a wonder he can even remember it in his current state.

it only gets darker as they head back through the city and by the time they make it to phoenix's apartment it's well into the night, not a hint of sun left in the sky. the car idles in the parking lot. neither make a move to leave or encourage the other to do so.

"so are you back living here?" phoenix finally gathers the strength to say. he means is he back residing within l.a. but the way it comes out almost sounds like he's asking if edgeworth is really, truly back from the dead and not just a spirit. "in l.a. i mean, not here obviously," he clarifies, as though there were any confusion whether or not edgeworth lived with phoenix. haha, very funny.

there's a slight squeak of leather as the man's hand shifts on the steering wheel, uncomfortable but not angry. "ah, i've only been back for a few days. i'm in a hotel, currently, but yes, i intend to find a new apartment."

"gotcha," phoenix says with an absent nod, chewing the inside of his mouth. "hey, um. i'm sorry about what i said, about… about you staying dead."

"wright, don't," edgeworth scoffs. "it's too late to take back words we've regretted, if anyone knows that it's me. don't waste your breath."

an exasperated laugh bursts out of the defense attorney. "okay great, because i'm not actually sorry."

edgeworth huffs at that with a slight shake of his head.

"but… do you want to come in for a beer or something? because this has been the longest day of my life and i'm sure even underneath that perfectly logical, stoic exterior, you can agree it's been exhausting." phoenix raises an eyebrow.

"a beer? tch." edgeworth's lip curls in distaste at the idea.

"what, not a beer drinker? i don't keep much in the way of wine or anything but i might have some whiskey," he offers instead.

edgeworth tilts his head, considering the offer with a slow blink. "i'm not sure you can afford my tastes, wright, but i'm intrigued." he unbuckles his seatbelt, indicating he's taken phoenix up on it.

"great." phoenix climbs out of the car and leads the way into his apartment building. he lives on the second floor, and they take the stairs up. it's faster, and he's not going to ask the man to take an elevator. it might have been a year, but he hasn't forgotten everything.

"sorry about the mess," he apologizes as he unlocks his front door. the last few days have been so long—he's been sleeping in his office and almost forgot about how much of a disaster his apartment is. he haphazardly tries to clean up before edgeworth can take in too much of the surroundings, scooping up dishes to bring to the kitchen and stuffing trash in the bin and kicking dirty laundry out of the way.

edgeworth is busy removing his shoes at the door and he manages to get the place looking a little less gross by the time he's done, then stops to take off his own shoes and jacket. he heads into the kitchen to see what he's got as far as alcohol, searching through his cabinets until he finds the bottle of whiskey he promised.

"how do you take it?" he asks.

"neat," comes the reply, edgeworth having followed him into the kitchen. he waits as phoenix pours them each a glass, then takes the bottle himself to inspect it. his eyebrows go up. "perhaps you've come into some fortune in my absence."

staring down into his rocks glass, phoenix tries to give a smile. it comes off weak. "if only. i inherited mia's liquor collection. went through most of it between you choosing death and now, if i'm honest."

adjusting his glass on the counter, edgeworth frowns down into his own drink. "ah. i see. ms. fey had good tastes, then?"

"i think she was gifted a lot of it, i'm honestly not sure." he lifts his glass to his lips, taking a deep swig. it burns on the way down. "sometimes i wonder… if i even knew her that well. if i'm doing any of this right. if she'd be proud of me. after a case like today, i'm not so sure."

"you saved her sister," edgeworth points out, palming his own glass and drinking from it absently. "i imagine that would mean a fair amount to her."

"yeah, i guess so. but i almost pinned a murder on an innocent woman. just feel like i should have figured out it was engarde a lot sooner, you know?" phoenix stands up straight, the tension awkward, and downs the rest of his glass in one go so he can pour himself another.

"i can see your point, though i believe you’re being a bit harsh on yourself. anyone under those circumstances would have struggled. i certainly fared no better, and i wasn’t the one whose loved ones were being held hostage for the majority of that case.” the words are mumbled thoughtfully over the rim of his glass before he takes another drink.

“why are you being so nice to me?”

his question obviously catches edgeworth by surprise, and the man finishes his whiskey before answering. “after hearing you be so honest about what you thought of my absence… i suppose it feels like obligation.”

the thought of any more drinks is immediately abandoned, because in the next moment, phoenix is grabbing edgeworth by that stupid cravat and pulling him close and smashing his mouth against his.

there’s a noise of protest, an initial objection, from edgeworth that seems to be more out of shock than anything, and then edgeworth’s arms are around his waist, crushing him close; he’s kissing phoenix back and he tastes like the whiskey they’ve been drinking and mint—toothpaste? breathmints? something else?—and phoenix sighs almost angrily against his mouth, furious he could have had this so much sooner if not for everything that had happened.

except that then edgeworth stops kissing him, to ask “wright, should i be doing this? surely you’re not drunk after a drink and a half.”

“i’m sober. kiss me, you son of a bitch.”

“it’s a bit rude to speak so poorly of the dead, you know,” he huffs in jest.

“good thing you’re not really dead.” phoenix’s hands fist in his hair as he tugs him back in for another kiss, and it’s all tongue and teeth and desperation, wanton for more.

before either of them knows what has happened, they’re standing in phoenix’s bedroom next to his bed. neither of them is particularly good at kissing and it doesn’t matter, because they’re kissing like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do and it’s driving phoenix insane.

unfortunately, edgeworth seems reluctant to do anything more than that. phoenix keeps trying to move things along—attempting to kiss down his throat, to bite him, to grab at his ass or unbutton his waistcoat—and edgeworth keeps grabbing at his wrists, moving them back to more appropriate places, kissing him like he wants to savor it rather than do anything else.

“just fuck me already,” phoenix finally groans, drinking in the way edgeworth laughs in response. when was the last time he even heard him laugh? not just a condescending chuckle from the other side of the courtroom, but actually laugh like he does now? when they were nine?

his back hits the bed as edgeworth shoves him away roughly. “fine. i’ll give you what it is you’re so desperate for.” he watches as the prosecutor tugs open his nightstand to survey the contents, and apparently finds what he expected to, retrieving the box of condoms from within and setting it atop the surface. “but i’m not doing this without some sort of safe word in place. it’s clear you’re not in a state to be taken at your word.”

“stoplight system,” phoenix replies, without hesitation.

that earns him a raised eyebrow, and for a moment it seems like he might be rejected, but eventually, edgeworth shrugs a shoulder and nods. “i’m familiar. that’s acceptable, can i trust you to actually use it?”

“funny of you to be asking me about trust right now.”

“wright.” there’s an obvious warning tone in his voice. “yeah. yes, i will use it correctly. green means go, red means stop, don’t stop unless i actually say that.”

there’s a hunger underlining edgeworth’s voice when he next speaks that makes all of phoenix’s skin prickle with desire. “alright. get on with it, then. tell me what you want.”

“god, thank you,” phoenix breathes. he sits up and grabs edgeworth by his belt, yanking him forward so he can undo it. “just want you to hold me down, make me take it.”

edgeworth blows out a long breath, but phoenix doesn’t look up, single-minded in his task now as he moves to unbutton the man’s slacks. the zip comes undone with relative ease, but the prosecutor’s shirt is long and held down by stays, partially blocking access to what he wants. it’s dark, and he’s a little drunk, and undoing the smaller buttons here is a bit harder, so he fumbles around with them as he talks. “you know. give it to me hard, don’t hold back, no matter what i say.”

edgeworth sheds his jacket and waistcoat and works his cravat free, discarding them on the side of phoenix’s bed before loosening the buttons of his shirt sleeves to roll them up. like this, phoenix can see the light hair that peppers his arms, usually hidden by clothes or distance across the courtroom or the fact that he thought the man was dead for a year. “is that how you normally prefer it?”

opting not to answer that, phoenix finishes unbuttoning the bottom of edgeworth’s shirt, giving him access to his boxer-briefs beneath. his fingers hook into the waistband and stretch it away from his skin, freeing the arousal steadily growing within and shoving them down as far as he can with the stays still hooked around his thighs.

he leans forward, gently cupping edgeworth's cock in one hand as he trails his lips down the side of it. the skin is so soft under his touch, but he doesn't get even a second to enjoy it; immediately, there's a hand in his hair, forcing his head back and away. he grimaces, baring his incisors but flooding with heat at the simple movement.

"someone's a bit overeager," edgeworth admonishes.

"yeah, well, when you've spent a year fantasizing about something you're positive you'll never get…" he steals a glance up at edgeworth's face, his chest starting to heave even though they haven't even started yet.

the man clenches his jaw, like the reminder hurts, but he feigns it away with a roll of his eyes. it doesn't fool phoenix, but he doesn't call it out. again, phoenix is pushed back to the bed like it's effortless, and edgeworth moves back to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the box.

phoenix takes the opportunity to undo his own belt and slacks, shimmying them down along with his boxers around his hips. his thighs and hair are already slick with moisture, his dick swollen and begging to be touched.

he doesn't want to bother with the effort of fully undressing, so instead he rolls over while edgeworth applies the condom, ending up bent over the edge of his bed, ready and waiting.

he hears edgeworth spit into his hand, stroke it along his length then feels that hand on him for a brief, thrilling second, but he's already sopping wet, so it's unnecessary.

phoenix scrambles up the bed a little further but before he can really get anywhere, there’s a strong hand on his hip as the body behind him thrusts forward against him. with that one, swift movement, edgeworth is inside him, and he cries out, writhing against the sheets and trying not to just melt into uselessness.

a hand comes down against his shoulder, holding him down just like he'd asked for, but edgeworth leans in close and the other snakes over his mouth, preventing him from further cries as each snap of his hips makes phoenix want to scream. "is this what you wanted?" the man breathes hot and low in his ear.

he can only nod desperately, tears catching in his lashes as that cock rams into his g-spot and makes him quiver.

edgeworth doesn't stop. each thrust comes unbelievably hard, a loud slap of skin echoing through the room, but there's a pause between each one, and phoenix is grateful for that because otherwise he doesn't know how he would breathe. beads of sweat are already forming on the back of his neck, rolling down under the collar of his shirt. he quiets down, just panting against edgeworth’s palm, tasting the salt of his flesh, pushing back into each stroke and closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of him, to know it’s edgeworth pinning him down and spearing him open.

he's slick and needy and hasn't been so close to satisfied in what feels like forever.

he rocks his hips forward instinctively, trying to get friction on his own dick against the bed, but failing. edgeworth huffs out a condescending laugh in his ear. "not enough still? what are you, wright, a dog? must you hump something just to get off?"

phoenix whines at the suggestion but nods again against edgeworth's hand.

"yes?" he sounds mildly surprised, but not put-off. "alright." he straightens for a minute, pulling phoenix up so he can slide a folded pillow between the man's legs—phoenix's head is spinning and he lets himself be maneuvered bonelessly—before pushing him back down into the position they'd been in.

"are you sure this is how you want it, though, wright?" he asks in his ear again as they return to that pace of steady slams. "I'm happy to fuck you as hard as you'd like, but i had something a little different in mind." he slows down further, the thrusts turning into a sensual grind, no longer ramming into him with each one.

a sob leaks out of phoenix and he ruts against the pillow, mumbling against edgeworth's hand. his mouth is freed so he can speak. "please," he gasps. "tell me you're here to stay. that you won't leave again."

an anguished sound chokes out of the prosecutor. "i am not going anywhere, phoenix," he says after a moment of hesitation. there’s an edge to his voice, hurt but on the verge of something almost tender, and phoenix easily needs more.

"just need to feel it. need you to show me you're not going anywhere," phoenix begs. “just prove it to me, fuck me like you mean it.”

"oh, darling, i'm not leaving you." the term of endearment seems to slip out of edgeworth like it’s an accident, but he doesn’t take it back, and it feels like it stabs right through phoenix’s back and pins him to the mattress as much as the man himself is doing physically. edgeworth's hands reposition themselves to the bed on each side of his shoulders for more leverage and his cock grinds deeper into phoenix, forcing a strangled moan out of him. "i'm here to stay, and i'll prove it to you just like this whenever you'd like. that's it, open up for me, i want to hear you."

phoenix doesn't try to hold back his sounds anymore, more moans and whimpers and sobs escaping him in escalating volume as edgeworth fucks him and as he humps against the pillow. edgeworth has picked up the pace again, strokes coming faster, and phoenix's brain is dissolving into a puddle.

"harder, please," he whines.

"i'll give you harder, darling, but i want you to come first. you're doing so well," edgeworth murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of his ear. "i know you can do it. it feels good, doesn't it? to grind on your pillow? be a good boy and come for me, phoenix."

a harsher sob is ripped from his chest. his hips roll against it more desperately even as edgeworth doesn't stop pounding into him. "i'm so close," he whispers shakily.

"i know," edgeworth reassures, lowering himself to further press into phoenix, more grinding into him again which just forces him more into the pillow. "does this help? if i drive you into it?"

"yes, yes, oh, miles…"

"come for me, phoenix, then i'll give you that hard, unrelenting fuck you want, to prove i'm not going anywhere. come on. come for me."

and phoenix does, rocking forward against the pillow one last time and causing his orgasm to explode through him. he clenches around miles and his cock twitches with each pulse and miles is still rolling his hips, forcing him into the pillow, and he can't come down, and he's fully crying.

"good boy," he hears from edgeworth, and the praise is music he never imagined he'd hear. "are you ready for more?"

he hasn't even stopped coming yet, he's not ready for more, but god does he want it anyway. "no," he offers unhelpfully.

"no? color, wright."

"green," phoenix spits, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the bed where he was accidentally drooling against his comforter.

"good, so let me ask again. are you ready for more?"

having no intention of changing his answer, phoenix repeats himself. "no. it's too much."

he can almost hear the smirk in edgeworth's voice, and is glad they're both on the same page. "and you think i have any intention of stopping simply because it’s too much? how quaint. you can handle more."

another hard slam of his hips has phoenix shaking, pressing his face back into the softness of his comforter to muffle a yelp, but as quickly as it was given, it’s taken away as edgeworth pulls out.

“roll over, wright. i want to see the moment you break,” he’s commanded, and phoenix doesn’t make any rush of moving to do so. edgeworth grabs his shoulder and pulls, rolling him over anyway. hands grab his slacks and yank, and phoenix kicks to at least help get them off, along with his boxers.

arms hook under his knees and in an instant edgeworth is back inside him, making phoenix’s back arch against the mattress. the pillow is still under him, but now it's providing support, and edgeworth is still hitting all the right spots, and he blearily opens his eyes to find the man looking down at him.

the way edgeworth looks at him is almost reverent, quicksilver eyes soft but dilated with pleasure, hair disheveled and hanging in his face, sweat beading on his forehead. it's different from how phoenix imagined it might be, when he thought he was dead. then, he hadn't known this edgeworth so desperately trying to redeem himself. he'd only known the angry, spiteful one, full of loathing for everyone and everything, especially himself and especially phoenix. he'd thought his eyes would be hardened, creased between the eyebrows, a permanent scowl fixed upon his face. he can see a slight divot between his eyebrows, but it looks more in concentration, and there's no scowl.

"miles," he breathes, just a whisper on his breath. he's struggling to even catch it with the force he's being fucked with, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he gulps down another breath and tries again. "m-miles. take off the condom."

a dry laugh huffs out of edgeworth and he hesitates. "are you delusional?"

"i promise it's safe. please…" he's crying again and he hates that he's crying again but he can't stop the tears from leaking down his cheeks. "please. i need you to prove you're not going anywhere. need you to fill me up and make me yours."

again, edgeworth blows out an affected breath, this time much more obviously struggling with the decision. "you're sure?"

"yes, i'm giving you the green light, please, god," he pleads.

"fuck, phoenix." in an instant, he pulls out again, looking down as he uses one hand to attempt to take off the condom. it takes a minute to get it off, but eventually he does, and it gets tossed in the trash beneath the nightstand before the man drives back into phoenix's hot cunt, filling him now with no barrier between them.

there's no way to prevent the flood of tears now, no longer just a trickle but practically a waterfall. he pushes edgeworth's arms away from under his knees to adjust, instead hooking his legs around the man's waist like he can draw him in deeper if he tries hard enough, like he can just pull edgeworth into his body and keep him there forever.

for edgeworth's part, at least, he grips a hand under phoenix's thigh and with a slight grunt helps shift them up onto the bed properly, and then they're chest-to-chest and the prosecutor is kissing down his jawline, tongue delving out to lick up the salt of his tears and god, phoenix is so overwhelmed.

"how long have you been dreaming about this, wright?" that deep, sultry voice mumbles right against his ear.

phoenix answers honestly, and he's not just crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure anymore. now he's ugly crying, and it's embarrassing, and his hands find the front of edgeworth's shirt and twist in it, holding on to it like a lifeline. "a long time but—but i thought you were dead," he chokes out. he can feel alarm crackle through edgeworth like ice underfoot, but it's too late, they've already plunged through. "i th-thought you were fucking dead, that i'd missed my chance—"

his words are muffled by a kiss, one that's just as desperate and hungry as phoenix feels. he half-sobs, half-moans into it, clumsily attempting to reciprocate as best he can.

"i know. i'm so sorry, phoenix," edgeworth hisses against his mouth when they part for air. his movements have slowed, this thrusts languid but striking deep, and phoenix just encourages him, heels pressing against his ass with each inward stroke. "shh, you're alright. i'm not going anywhere." the words sound like a promise.

another pathetic mewl bleeds out of phoenix, energy sapped from him at the apology. his legs fall from around edgeworth's hips, coming to rest on the bed, because he can't hold them up anymore, and it just spreads him wider, lets the man fuck him deeper. he sniffles and presses his face into edgeworth's shoulder to hide his tear-strewn face.

"there you go, darling. relax. i'll give you what you need. you're being so good for me." edgeworth's breathing is labored and phoenix can feel sweat through the man's shirt.

his hands let go of the front to wrap around his back, crush him closer. it's too slow, too intimate, it's not what he asked for or wanted, but somehow it is what he needed.

the rhythm of edgeworth's thrusts start to falter and suddenly there's a hand on phoenix's jaw, turning his face towards his. "look at me."

phoenix does. the expression on edgeworth's face is so hard to read, but it seems almost close to adoration, or maybe obsession, and a shiver runs down phoenix's spine.

"i'm here, phoenix. because of you."

those six words are phoenix's undoing. his hands claw for purchase against edgeworth's back, fingertips catching in the folds of his shirt as his whole body tenses, pleasure slamming into him like a fucking freight train and forcing an orgasm out of him unlike any other. he feels edgeworth jolt against him and knows the man is coming too, leaving that tangible evidence that he's here, he's alive, he's alive he's alive he's alive, i'm alive.

for the first time since prosecutor miles edgeworth chose death, phoenix wright feels alive.

spent and exhausted, phoenix can't even complain when edgeworth collapses atop him. instead, he hugs him close, albeit weakly, eyes falling shut and just cradling the man against him, reluctant to let him pull out or leave just yet.

when they finally do part god knows how long later, no words are exchanged. edgeworth painstakingly withdraws from inside phoenix with a grimace, then helps him clean up in silence. he doesn't say anything as he removes the rest of his clothing, leaving phoenix to extract the implications from that action himself and disrobe as well, tossing the rest of his clothes to the floor.

they climb back into bed and phoenix finds himself hesitating to get closer until edgeworth draws him in himself, an arm sliding around him possessively.

before phoenix can drift off, he clears his throat and asks hoarsely, "should we… talk about what just happened?"

edgeworth dismisses it with a half-hearted shrug. "if you'd like. in the morning, perhaps?"

fear grips phoenix immediately and he swallows, looking up at the man. "will you still be here? in the morning?"

a long, tired sigh hisses out of edgeworth's chest. "i may have nightmares still, and may not be in bed when you awake. but yes. i will be here, in the morning."

"you promise?"

edgeworth searches his face for understanding. he doesn't seem the type to promise things, and perhaps that's why the response is delayed, but after a long moment, he nods slowly. "i promise."

phoenix buries his face against his chest, and in a few minutes, he's asleep.

[wereshrew-admirer]

conflicting desires for lyke and duvall in sangfielle season 2:

-duvall low-key resenting lyke over the chine thing

-lyke high-key resenting duvall over the oratorio thing and EXPECTING duvall to resent him over chine but instead it's the same one-sided tension that they had on the jade moon

i want them to be involuntary friends. I want it to look like a huge 8ft tall straight* guy calling his obviously gay best friend a wretched bitch and everyone is a little uncomfortable about it except for duvall, who may or may not be behind lyke's bizarrely bad luck when it comes to flies landing in his drinks.

(*i don't think lyke is straight but i do think he's the type of bisexual man that people assume is straight)

[bigoltrashpile]

I’m been trying to wrack my brain for a proper MerMay prompt but it’s the last day and I still have nothing so uh freebie I suppose it just has to be mermaid related lmaooo

OH SHIT LAST DAY OF MERMAY LET'S DO IT

As long as you could remember, you'd been fascinated by the ocean. Its so beautiful, yet terrifying. Endless, dark, and full of absolutely fascinating life. So, as soon as you were old enough, you immediately began your marine biology degree.

College was hard, but you loved learning about the different ways animals and plants could survive in such an extreme environment. You loved it! But you really wanted to be out on the ocean, instead of just in the classroom. So after years of pinched pennies, searching your couch cushions, and a swear jar, you finally got together enough money to buy your own boat.

It wasn't anything fancy. Just a little sailboat, equipped with a motor, a cramped cabin below decks, and a bit of a leak. It was small, but it was yours. As soon as you had the chance, you took it out on the sea.

Your hands were practically shaking in excitement as you unfurled the sails. It was a cloudy day, with a storm predicted for later that evening, but that wasn't about to stop you. If worse came to worst, you could always stay in the cabin until it blew over.

Finally, you were underway. You stood on the bow, the wind whistling through your hair and the sail above you billowing. You took in a deep breath, relishing the slight sting of salt. This was where you belonged, on the open sea.

You spent most of the day sailing, just enjoying being out on the water. After a while, you couldn't even see the land anymore! Around sunset, you finally decided to head back, when-

CRASH!

You yelped as a bolt of lightning struck the water. It was about a mile away from you, but it still felt incredibly close. You looked up at the sky. The rain was beginning to fall now. "Shit," you muttered. You frantically began to put the sail up. It would be useless in a storm, and you didn't want it to get struck by lightning. It seemed like you would have to rely on the motor. The old, shitty, half-broken motor. Great.

You dashed to the back of the boat, already soaked to the bone. The rain was coming down in sheets now, and the lightning seemed to be coming closer. You reached the motor and-

It didn't start.

"Come on!" you groaned in frustration. You tried to start it again. Nothing. Third time's the charm, and...

It started! It sounded like it had smoked a pack a day for thirty years, but it was working! No sooner did you feel relief, when-

A horrible sound. A mix between a crunch, a scream, and a squelch. The sky was dark now, but in the brief flashes of lightning, you could see a horrible red staining the water.

You gasped. Immediately, you turned off the motor. It wasn't important now. Something was hurt! You leaned over the side of the boat, desperate to see what had happened.

The light from the setting sun was completely blocked by the heavy clouds. You squinted, trying to see through the dark and the pouring rain.

CRASH!

The lightning and the thunder were almost inseparable now. In the flash, you saw something.

A skeleton.

Or, at least, the skull of one. You could just see their eyesockets peeking above the water, glaring right at you with burning red lights. It was alive! With a gasp, you fell back, your ass hitting the deck hard.

A skeletal hand appeared on top of the gunwale. The skeleton...thing's sharp claws dug in so hard that you were sure you heard the wood splinter. The other hand appeared, and then the rest of it.

Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, just as the skeleton pulled itself onto the deck. It had wickedly sharp teeth, and a long, angled face. Scars covered its bones, but the three claw marks over its eye socket were especially noticeable. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. All you could do was stare as your certain doom drew closer.

You managed to tear your eyes away from the skeleton's teeth (the teeth that would probably tear out your throat, you thought) and noticed its lower half. It was...a fish. Bloody scales and a tough, muscular tail replaced the legs of the skeleton. Finally, you knew where the blood in the water came from.

"Y-you're hurt," you managed to squeak out. "I can help! Please don't kill me!"

That seemed to give the skeleton, or, mer-skeleton, pause. It glared at you, eyes full of malice. You met its gaze, trying hard not to be intimidated. If it could understand you, maybe you could find a way out of this. If not, well, at least you would go with some dignity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the skeleton collapsed. Its arms couldn't seem to hold the rest of its body up anymore. The blood loss and shock was getting to him. You jumped up and ran over to his side.

There was a huge gash in the skeleton's tail, but you couldn't get a proper look with the blood covering it, and the rain obscuring your vision. "I'm going to take you inside, okay?" you finally said.

The skeleton snarled weakly, but didn't fight when you threw his arms over your shoulder. With a lot of effort, and a bit of help from your unexpected guest, you managed to drag him into the cabin.

Now that you were inside, and a lot closer, you could see a lot more details. You carefully laid the skeleton down on the floor. The first thing you noticed was how big he was. The torso was a bit above average, for a human, but the lower half was easily seven feet long. Looking closer, the tail seemed to be that of a tiger shark, littered with more scars. You couldn't worry about that, though. The gash in its side was more pressing than just admiring him.

Wait. When did you start thinking of it as a him?

You quickly pushed that thought away. "Stay here," you told him gently. You gave him the best smile you could manage, before racing off to get some supplies.

You quickly gathered towels, a tub of warm water, and the first aid kit that you had, thankfully, remembered to put under the sink when you first bought the boat. You returned to find the skeleton, now leaning heavily against the wall, looking ready to fight his way out. His head was held high, teeth bared, and arms out, making himself look bigger.

You approached carefully, trying to give him a wide berth in the cabin that was barely bigger than he was. "It's okay," you said soothingly. You tried to keep your voice calm and low. You lowered yourself to the wound. "I'm here to help. Don't worry."

"YOU? HELP?" The voice that came out of his mouth made you jump. He could talk??? "YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TRIED TO KILL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE."

"I-I-" you stammered. "You can talk?"

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT."

"I never said you were!" you tried to defend yourself. "I just...thought you were a fish...skeleton...thing. But that's not important!" You shook your head. "I study fish! I know how to help!"

Before you could blink, the skeleton's hand was around your neck. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to pull his hand away. It was no use, his grip was like a vice! "Don't Try Anything, I Won't Hesitate To Rip You Apart," he growled low in your ear.

You swallowed hard, feeling the claws prick your neck slightly. Frantically, you nodded. After another long moment, the skeleton let go of your neck. "GOOD."

Shaking, you knelt down to his side. Now that you were close, you could see that the gash wasn't too deep. It hadn't hit bone, at least, but there was no sign that the bleeding was slowing. You carefully soaked a towel in the water, before beginning to clean the wound.

For about five painfully awkward minutes, the skeleton stared down at you in silence. The only sound was the rain pounding against the deck above you, and the slosh of water as you soaked the towels. After a while, you cleared your throat awkwardly. "So, um...what's your name?"

"....NOIR."

"Nice to meet you," you said awkwardly. How do you make conversation with a mermaid skeleton thing while trying to heal a wound that you caused? "Do you...live around here?"

Noir rolled his red eyelights, finally looking away for a moment. "YES, I 'LIVE AROUND HERE.' I WAS SIMPLY HUNTING IN THE RAIN, BEFORE YOU SO RUDELY TRIED TO MURDER ME."

"I didn't try to murder you!" Now that you weren't about to die, you could appreciate his voice. It was rough, but not grating, and a pleasing tenor. "It was an accident! I was trying to get out of the storm, but...it didn't work. Obviously."

You sighed. "Okay, the blood is slowing down, but I think I'm going to need to suture it. Is...that okay?"

"OF COURSE. I CAN HANDLE A FEW MEASLY SUTURES."

You smiled. "Alright! Just hold still, please."

Very carefully, you began to stitch the wound shut. Noir sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. As if to play it off, he spoke again. "WHY WERE YOU OUT HERE IN SUCH A STORM?"

"Oh! Well, I really like the ocean," you admitted. "I'm actually studying marine biology..." That seemed to pique his interest. "And I finally managed to buy this boat, but...I guess I picked a bad day for a test run," you laughed weakly.

"I SEE." He looked away, finally. "WELL....THANK YOU." The words seemed like they were a struggle to get out.

You beamed up at him. "Of course! It is my fault you got hurt." You finally finished the stitches. They looked crooked and honestly kind of shitty, but not too bad for your first attempt, and on a shark skeleton no less! "Well, you're all patched up."

Noir seemed surprised, like he hadn't noticed. "AH. THAT WAS QUICK."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. "You might not be able to swim well for a while...do you...want to stay the night?" Noir's eyes were back on you, but his bone brows (?) were high in surprise. "I-I'm not going anywhere tonight, obviously, but you're welcome to sleep here. Get your strength back up, I don't know, you can take the bed, of course, and..." You trailed off, incredibly awkward.

"I...I GUESS IT CAN'T HURT. I WILL STAY FOR THE NIGHT!"

You smiled. "Great!" You carefully helped him into the bed, trying hard not to jostle him too much. Even though his tail hung over most of the bed, he seemed okay, if a bit awkward. It was probably his first time in a bed, you thought to yourself absently.

You tried to make yourself comfortable on the floor, but...it was hard. The deck leaked, so you kept getting hit by raindrops. The floor was hard and cold, and you only had the spare blanket to cover yourself. As soon as you were about to fall asleep, you would get snapped back awake by the water or by a large wave.

"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE." Noir's voice made you jump once again. "THIS IS PATHETIC. GET IN HERE."

"But...you're in the bed?"

"WE CAN SHARE, AND YOUR CONSTANT MOVING AND SHIVERING IS KEEPING ME AWAKE!"

"How is me shivering keeping you awake-"

"JUST GET IN HERE!"

You giggled before carefully climbing into bed. You tried to keep your distance, but the bed was too small. Almost half of you was hanging off the bed, until-

Noir's arm wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you closer. "Relax, I Won't Kill You."

"O-oh. That's a relief." You were glad it was dark, or else he could see how flustered you were. "Um...I'll try to not bother you again."

"Good." Even though you were no longer hanging off the edge of the bed, Noir's arm didn't move. If you didn't know better, you would think you were...cuddling. Now that you were close, you could really appreciate Noir's face. Now that he was relaxed (and no longer about to murder you), he was very handsome. His sharp cheekbones, the scratches over his eye, the deadly teeth...

Finally, you closed your eyes. You could worry about those feelings in the morning. For now, you were just going to relax, and share a bed with your new friend.

[milk-ducts]

Happy holidays, sweetheart! I hope you have an absolutely wonderful holiday season filled with joy, laughter and cheer. Stay warm, enjoy some hot cocoa and know that you are loved. <3

OH MY GOD????? ANON THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING,, this was the exact kind of msg i needed 2 hear at the right time as well (っ ̆з( ̆⌣ ̆ ) i've been an absolute mess lately & just rotting in bed n not in the holiday spirit at all but ur words are more than enough. tysm for going out of your way to write this you wonderful human being <3333 i'll be sure to sip cocoa by the fireplace tonight. i do have some invincible christmas doodles in the works to spread some cheer before going back into hibernation mode (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

+ happy holidays 2 u too cutie!! may your days be merry n bright.. !! and for real tysm again, i appreciate the check-in alot. i apologize if i havent been answering anyones msgs in the inboxes, again i am so sorry for my inactivity, i will get to them in a bit i promise. the holidays are rough but ur sweet msg gives me motivation!! love you bby, stay awesome <3

[bhuxu]

i miss her so much (sob)

[knockoffmordred]

Just finished GA-EX-8, thankfully my roster has improved so I was able to no thoughts head empty my way through it.

I know there have been scenes where Mon3tr is fighting, from Walk in the Dust to Under Tides. Call me stupid, but it took me seeing the big guy burning while S3 is on to realize how fucking horrifying it would be to be one of the poor bastards that has to face Mon3tr.

Like imagine, you're just a grunt, maybe a mercenary. Your unit's orders are to kill this green haired feline, called Kal'tsit. Seems harmless, especially with the amount of manpower and firepower your boss/client has brought along for this assignment.

You've set up on a elevated position, binoculars and comms unit at the ready, crossbow not that far from you. Your job is to spot her and to start the ambush...with a massive IED.

Again, you found the amount of firepower brought along this mission very weird. Yes, during the briefing it was said that there were reports of her having a bodyguard, apparently this bodyguard was deadly, but surely not deadly enough to start planning like you were going to hit a Blacksteel convoy. What's one guard to all this firepower?

As you were thinking about this, you see movement in the distance, you look through your binoculars. You see the target and report it immediately. Your commander tells everyone to get ready, and in that one short statement, you hear the anxiety in his voice, for some reason it infects you, your gut is telling you now to run. You try, unsuccessfully, to push down your own anxiety as she approaches the ambush point. The target appears to be your complete opposite right now, confident, guarded but relaxed, her gaze constantly scanning her surroundings.

Wait, she stopped moving. You report this quickly before looking through your binoculars again. You freeze.

She's stopped scanning as well. She's only looking at one spot.

Yours.

You panic and reach for the detonator. As you wrap your hands around the clacker, one thought crosses your mind.

"Where's the bodyguard?"

You dismiss it the moment you heard the clacker's clicks.

The next thing you hear is a deafening explosion, going through even your ear protection, making your ears ring. As you look at the massive cloud of dust, you start looking at the carnage. Debris is still raining down, seems like there's a massive crater where that IED was, and...

How is she still alive?

This question is immediately answered by seeing that...thing behind her? Or is it in front of her? Surrounding her?

It looks like a collection of crystals floating, forming a beast-like form, it looked like it was shielding her. That thing doesn't even look like it was damaged by the blast, that thing took a hit that would have brought down anything short of landships.

The blood in your body froze when you hear it make noise. A roar unlike anything a normal animal can make. The next thing you heard was everyone else opening fire.

Not only did the firepower make sense now, but it also looks like it's not enough firepower. Explosives did nothing to that monster's body, ballistae bolts are deflected, everything else did even less to it. The same cannot be said for the soldiers close enough to it. They were shredded by that thing's claws.

The screams and that thing's roar will haunt you forever. You did your best to hide at your spot, hoping beyond hope that they forget that you were here. Some fool decided to sacrifice himself by carrying incendiaries up to it and detonating all of it at the same time, it did nothing. It became quiet, nothing but the crackle of flames left. You dared to take a peek.

It was monstrous, demonic. A creature made out of crystal, surrounded by flame, eyes bright green like its master's but glowing, predatory, cold, focused. Focused on you. Surrounding it were flames, likely from the incendiaries but might as well be a manifestation of its hatred, or its evil.

[ssilcatt]

bro holy shit

rough sketches done! ✨ shot out to @sakuradeservedbetter91 for proofreading my texts for this and for hearing my ramblings about this au and all of the angst I’m saving up for you guys 🫡💖

[fleetways]

What was your process of learning to draw metal sonic? He’s become a comfort character for me but he’s a bit tricky to draw 🐊

I absolutely agree with you there! I would say the biggest influence on the way I draw metal sonic was the Sonic OVA Hyper Metal Sonic

Compared to the “modern” metal sonic, I find his proportions and shapes to not only be much easier to draw but more appealing in general. Modern metal is a little over-designed in my opinion, esp compared to the rest of the cast.

Part of it is the limitations of a 3D model, but I prefer the formers silhouette much more. Which brings me to the ~*shape*~

every time I draw metal sonic I always start by drawing a shape like this. Then the head becomes just a matter of just adding details

IMO drawing metal like this is way easier than trying to emulate the more rounded quills of the recent official art. As for his body I also try to keep it as simple as possible, usually starting with his shoulder pads and working my way down. I find that placing the shoulder first helps me place his torso and so on.

basically I try to break him down into shapes and keep his limbs as simple as possible. How I usually draw metal is even much less detailed than the sketch above too. Over the years I’ve filled pages and pages of sketchbooks that basically look like this (notice the ~shape~—it also helps me figure out the position I want his head to face):

Keeping a silhouette in mind and drawing him over and over again helped more than anything I think. Looking at references also helps a lot for drawing Sonics in general, but with Metal specifically I think it can be helpful to not follow the reference too closely if you get what I mean.

The main thing I would say is feel free to simplify his design and don’t worry too much about the details. My fave thing about Sonic chars is that theres a lot of freedom to mess with their designs and still have them be recognizable.

Hope this was helpful—good luck drawing the silly murder robot! 🤖✨

[crazysodomite]

Commissionnnn

[kishimotomasashi]

Looking back, I feel like I was exaggeratedly mean to Madara while I was in my Madara fever phase just so it would look like I was Thinking About Him Critically. I feel like I have this tendency to overstate how Bad a character is even when I like them and try to get others to like them or even talk about them to others because I'm scared of the secondhand embarrassment I'll get if I catch people who like the same character as me Interpret Them Badly and then have to watch an onlooker make fun of them and then I feel like oh god I'm associated with this (reasonable thing to be scared of in internet space that is mostly made for having fun)

[ashxketchum]

is there a limit to how many asks i can send for this okay jk pulling them on their lap onegaishimasu 😚

I love how you don't even need to mention the OTP 🤣💙💚

AND DID I SAY 500 THIS IS ALMOST 2K ASKSLFKLFKF Do not put Yamato and Mimi in my hands, I will not be able to control myself 🤥

So this is a canon verse, young adult-ish scenario that you prefer, just another one in a million ways for Yama and Mimi to run into each other and become closer off screen 😌 Hope you like it 💕✨

[send a prompt + usual otp ]

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As if the loud pop music blasting through the speakers wasn't enough, people had now started to do impromptu karaoke while standing on top of tables so Yamato knew, now was a good time to get out of this party. He lowered his gaze in an attempt to avoid making eye contact with anyone who would try to convince him to stay and began to make his way towards the door. The house the party was being hosted at was huge and he was currently on the first floor which meant leaving involved navigating through a flight of stairs crowded with people who didn't know anything about him other than his name, but still wanted to stop him for a chat. It wasn't easy manoeuvring through the crowd by passing monosyllabic replies whenever someone called out his name, but Yamato managed it in a matter of minutes. He could almost taste the fresh air on his tongue as the door of the house came into view but a familiar voice reached his ears and he stopped in his tracks.

There was a possibility that he had just imagined a sound, after all, he had downed more than a few bottles of beers through the night himself, but then he heard it again, the high pitched yet melodically sweet laugh he knew all too well.

He did a double take and scanned the ground floor of the house, all the people currently swarming around him were faces he knew from his new college in New York, where he had arrived just a month ago for a summer research programme. In such a big city, it would be too much of a coincidence, too cliched for real life that he'd run into her of all people. And yet the sound of her laugh rang through the halls again and all Yamato could do was move back further into the house, the very place he had just been trying to escape from.

He couldn't even remember the last time she was in Tokyo, the last time he had seen her face in person or talked to her, but his heart began to beat faster as her voice became clearer and louder the further inside the house he went. Finally, Yamato reached the arched entrance of the main hall, which also happened to be the most crowded spot in the entire party. People stood scattered across the hall talking in groups of threes or fours, some had sat down in a circle on the floor and were playing card games while some had made their way out to the patio, the music was the loudest in this room and so was the smell of the cheap beer. Yamato scrunched up his nose in disgust and scanned the entire room as quickly as possible.

When his eyes found her, however, his heart dropped to his stomach. She was sitting with a group of people at the centre of the room. They'd all squeezed in together snugly on the slightly battered sofa set that donned the space. There was a can of beer in her hand which she waved around without a care as she spoke and laughed. Her hair, now back to its original shade of brown was tied into a high pony that bounced about as she moved her head from one side to the other. The pink dress she was wearing clung tightly to her frame, the length of which barely even covered her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, though because of the alcohol or make-up was something Yamato couldn't tell from where he stood.

It was when he looked at her bright caramel eyes that it truly registered in his mind. After a month of bustling about in New York, he'd finally run into Mimi Tachikawa.

But one look at her current state made him realise that he didn't quite like the idea of their first reunion in months happening at a college party. She was sitting in the centre of the couch and on her each side was a guy that looked like he didn't deserve to be in the same room as Mimi. As Yamato made his way towards the group, he clenched and then unclenched his fists a few times to keep himself calm. Even from afar, he could see the leering look in the eyes of the two men as they sat dangerously close to Mimi. How she had not managed to figure out their intentions yet was beyond him, but Yamato hoped that once she saw him, he would be able to convince her to leave the party and head home safely with him.

When he came to a stop near the group and was contemplating how loudly he should speak to get Mimi's attention, to his utter relief she noticed him before he called out to her.

"Yamato san?"

Even in a drunken state, seeing someone from back home automatically made her Japanese accent slip out, which earned her a few confused looks from her American friends. Mimi sprung to her feet and Yamato had to stifle a relieved sigh as she took a step forward, moving away from the couch and the faces of the two men fell immediately.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here," he replied coolly, smiling at her.

"I don't believe this! When did you even get here?" Mimi asked, her eyes filling with excitement as she took in his appearance.

"Just last month. I'm here for a research internship," Yamato said, taking a moment to look away from her and instead get a good look at her friends' faces.

The group was filled with both men and women, and most of them looked decent enough but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to trust the look of the two guys on the couch. They were definitely looking for something from Mimi and he didn't trust them to be nice to her in case she rejected them.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna need a minute to process this. We haven't seen each other in so long!" Her speech was slightly slurred but it was hard to miss the whimsical tone in it and that boosted Yamato's confidence for what he was about to suggest next.

"I didn't think I'd run into you at all either, do you want to get out of here and catch up?"

They'd switched to Japanese the minute she'd recognised him so he was sure her friends wouldn't understand what they were talking about, but it seemed that most of them had caught on to the tone of the conversation. Disgruntled murmurs passed around the circle as Mimi spent more time standing and talking to him, instead of rejoining their conversation. He'd always known that she was the life of every party, but he didn't expect her friends to feel this possessive about her. Not that he could chide them for it, since Yamato himself felt annoyed that they wouldn't let him and Mimi talk in peace.

"Mimi, are you done yet?"

One of the guys from the couch spoke up and while Yamato wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, the demanding tone that guy had taken made him ball up his fists as he tried to keep his temper at bay.

"In a minute," Mimi responded to him, while still keeping her attention on Yamato, which didn't sit well with the dark haired douchebag. "I'd love to catch up too, but do you mind waiting here with me for a little while? I'll be done here in about half an hour."

"Sure." Yamato nodded at her, feeling relieved that she'd invited him to stay with her, giving him a chance to keep an eye on her so called friends.

"Guys, my friend from Japan will be joining us for a little while, do you mind making some space for him?" She turned around and faced her friends, smiling sweetly at them and gesturing for them to move around so Yamato could sit down with them too.

Two girls sitting on the couch opposite to Mimi didn't waste any time in shuffling around so Yamato could sit in the middle but to his surprise, Mimi turned her eyes away from them and looked at one of the guys sitting on her couch, pleading with him to move by batting her eyelashes at him. While he did squirm under her gaze, the dark haired guy who had spoken up earlier kicked at his shins and passed a sharp look in his direction, one that clearly said don't move.

Now that really annoyed Yamato.

Did these people really think that they could get rid of him that easily, that Mimi would choose them over him?

The two of them had known each other since they were kids, they'd been through some of the most harrowing experiences of life together, hell they'd even saved the world together many times. If there was anyone who deserved Mimi's attention and time among the people present, it was Yamato, and he was going to make sure that the others understood it well too.

Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol he'd consumed finally kicking in, or maybe it was just his immaturity bursting out after a month of struggling alone in this new city, but his hands moved on their own accord and his actions surprised even him.

He grabbed Mimi by the wrist and passed the dark haired guy a cold smirk as he pulled her away from the couch, stepping forward himself instead.

"No need to trouble your friends, Mimi. There's plenty of space right here."

Yamato spoke in the best English accent he could manage, gesturing towards the empty spot in the middle of the couch that she had been occupying before his arrival. Mimi met his eyes with a confused look, but she didn't have much time to think about his words. In the next moment, Yamato promptly sat down in the middle of the two annoying guys, and with a gentle tug, pulled Mimi onto his lap, wrapping one arm around her waist protectively.

All of her friends stared at him with eyes bulging wide, completely taken aback by his brash behaviour. The two idiotic guys on either side of him were staring at the sight of him and Mimi with their mouths hanging open. The one who Mimi had tried to convince earlier, quietly got up and moved to sit somewhere else, and the arrogant, dark haired one just shifted further towards the edge of the couch, putting some distance between them as he seethed with disappointment.

Yamato was satisfied with their reactions and he was about to tell Mimi to move to the empty spot next to him but it was his turn to be left dumbstruck as instead, she looped one arm across his neck and turned to look at him with a coy smile playing on her lips. Their faces were now levelled, their noses touching tips, if either of them moved slightly even by accident, the distance between their lips would almost become negligible. Yamato tried to swallow a gulp as Mimi's caramel eyes bore into him, making it impossible for him to look away.

"Well, well Yamato san, you've certainly changed a lot since the last time I saw you. Looks like catching up will be more than fun usual after all."

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