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*~Period Drama~* Sunday

A/N: SCREAMS. Ok, sorry. It's been a hard time getting this out and for no reason. I literally had it like 80% done this whole time and the last 20% got lost in the damn mail I guess. But now it's done and out for the masses to enjoy! A thank you to @bun-lapin for allowing me to use their lovely OC for this fic! Word Count: 7.5K (God Damn...) Warnings: Period Talk (Like most of this is just various period facts and it lowkey gets pretty horrifying near the end), She/They Pronouns OC Pairings: AzulxOC (Poly), JamilxOC (Poly), Paternal Crewel &OC, Alluded to Riddle/Floyd Now with a tag-list! @twistedcece, @deltrea, @krenenbaker Start, Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Here). Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 5 (Diasomnia pt.2), Part 6 (Pomefiore)

"Sorry again for bleeding on your pants."

Yuu stood in their dorm’s entrance hallway, Azul at the door with his ruined slacks in hand and wearing a pair of sweats borrowed from Yuu.

Azul had spent the night after Crewel’s brief lecture. The fur-wearing teacher had given Yuu another pain relief potion before leaving, stating he was going to get something longer-lasting for them by tomorrow. Azul had elected to stay, acting as emotional support and bringing Yuu whatever they needed from elsewhere in the house.

"No issue, my pearl. The twins have ruined more than one outfit for me, a little blood isn't the end of the world." He mutters under his breath, looking at the sweatpants with a pinched expression. But he turns to smile at them, “I’m only sorry that I can’t stay with you longer. But, I’ve already missed one productive day at the lounge, and I fear what will happen if I miss another. Let alone leave Jade and Floyd to their own devices any longer…”

"So what do I owe you for the emotional turmoil then?" Yuu smiles lazily, eyes lidded as they watch Azul place a hand over his chest.

"Why I could never ask for anything in return. You're in such a delicate position, it'd be cruel to give you a payment plan now for all the distress you've caused me this past week…"

So, she was going to be ambushed with a 'payment plan' once her period was over.

Smirking, they tilt their head, a finger poking into their cheek, "So, can I start making those payments before the interest gets too high?"

Azul sighs, pouting and shaking his head with his eyes closed, "Honestly. I try to be benevolent and you throw it back in my face. Such cruelty…" he opens an eye, a smile almost leaning into a smirk, "But payment in kisses is always accepted with you."

"Suave" Yuu leans closer, peppering kisses against Azul’s reddening cheeks before going for the kill on his lips. The two sets molded together, Yuu holding him by his jaw as her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting his moans as his hands shakingly reached toward her hips. Pulling away, they giggle at seeing Azul catch his balance on the wall, "Have fun at the lounge. Call me when you can squeeze in a break."

Still dizzy from the kiss, Azul nodded, free hand fumbling for the doorknob behind him, "W-will do. Please don't overdo it when no one is here. Love you." He barely escaped, losing his composer and stumbling away just as he closed the door behind him. Yuu was always physically affectionate, but she was downright merciless if he ever blushed in front of her.

Yuu sighs, deciding to finally check their phone in bed…maybe they’ll just grab more towels from the hallway closet. Laying on the couch closer to the kitchen would be the smarter idea. They huff, pulling out more towels and piling them in their arms. They really needed to find something to act comfortably enough like a pad or tampon, free bleeding was too messy in the long run.

Once the couch was prepped with towels, they laid down to rest under their cozy throw blanket until Crewel appeared to check on them. They clicked their phone on and almost choked at the number of notifications. At least 300 texts, 47 missed calls, and various social media @'s in an effort to reach them. They had to fight back the tears, emotions swelling at the idea of just how cared for they were in this world. Once their nerves were settled, they went to ground zero.

Their group chat with the 'Firstie Squad' was where most of the texts were. Ace first stated that someone had assaulted them. From there chaos descended. Jack demanded to know if Ace was joking, because if so it wasn't funny in the slightest. Epel chimed in that there was no way anyone overpowered them and got away alive. Ace snapped at both of them what he saw, pointing out how odd they'd been behaving the week prior. Sebek finally chimed in, only typing to ask whether Ace was sure.

Once Ace rementioned the bloody vagina mess the whole chat might as well as caught on fire. Jack seemed to disappear, Epel followed quickly after dropping several swears and threats into the chat about the would-be aggressor. Sebek stuck around the longest, talking with Ace to get information and make a game plan. Ortho sent a single link on helping a loved one who had been assaulted. But, knowing the living droid, he had probably combed every camera at his disposal to try and catch whoever did such a crime.

Nearly an hour later Deuce had finally entered the chat, full caps stating that they were okay and then yelling at Ace. He scolded him for blabbing when Crewel just told them to keep quiet. From there new, familiar chaos took over, a normal back and forth whenever Ace and Deuce started fighting over text.

The other stray texts were from the housewardens, mainly asking why their respective firsties were acting so odd. A few more texts asking if they were okay, noting how angry they've been the past few days. Surprisingly, only two texts were from Jamil. One was a photo of a teary-eyed Grim being held like a baby by Kalim in the background, crumbs on his over-stuffed cheeks and Kalim flashing a peace sign. Mildly blurry in the corner of the photo was the side of Jamil’s face, a half-in-frame peace sign hiding his mouth. The simple message attached, ‘Grim is fed and being held. Love you’

Yuu smiles, sending him a quick message before replying to the other texts, making sure to send Ace several middle finger and a single heart emoji. She groans, seeing a few texts from Vil. But looking closer, she sees most of the missed calls were from Vil, maybe she should call him…

Listening through a few of the voicemails, Yuu notes how calm Vil sounded in the first recording. The blonde only asked how their day was and if they were still on for their movie night. The next few voicemails slowly increased in panic, the last one being a chaotic audio of Epel wailing in the background. Rook trying to either comfort or hold the country boy back while Vil yelled into the phone, “You better be dead when I find you, or so help me you’re going to be for making me worry like this!”

Yuu personally made sure to save that voicemail. It was rare to hear such emotion from Vil Shoenheit without having paid him an insane amount of money and hours of makeup and hair styling. Should Crowley try to withhold their allowance, they had a nice little nest egg to sell.

Soon, Yuu heard the front door swing open, the wood slamming against the wall and no doubt deepening the dent that was already there. Crewel really needed to announce himself at all times when he was annoyed. Yuu doesn’t rise from the couch, instead letting out a high-pitched yip to let him know where in the house they were. Hearing the click of the adult's shoes, Yuu waves over the side of the couch, “Sup, papa dog.”

“Hello, puppy.” Crewel leans over the back of the couch, his gloved hand petting her head and pressing a kiss to her hair, “How are you feeling?”

“Like bloody dirt.”

“Hmm.” Crewel drops a bag onto their stomach, the warmth and smell of it giving away that it was a take-out box of food, “Breakfast from your eels. You’ll need to eat it before you take this pain potion.”

Yuu smiles, pulling the food out and digging in. Mid chew, they raise an eyebrow, “Why’s this potion different? I normally take them without food all the time.” They watch Crewel pull out a flask, but instead of the normal green-colored syrup, it was a bright cyan. The bottle itself had a warning tag on the glass, “What the fuck is that?”

“This, puppy, is a medical-grade pain potion. While I am able to brew anything, it’d be illegal for me to brew something of this strength without proper licensing. So, I tasked Ms.Oster with making a few for you.”

The distrust Yuu had instantly faded, reaching out for the flask with a smile, “Oh, I love Ms.Oster.”

Crewel pulls the bottle from their reach, playfully sneering down at them, “Yeah, I know.”

Ingrid Oster was one of the science professors under Crewel’s direction in the school. She mainly taught practical magic and magical first aid. Even though Yuu had no reason to even know the woman as a first year, they had managed to meet and we’re now teacher/student ‘besties’, something that deeply annoyed Crewel. The number of times the bi-colored man had walked into the staff room only to see the two of them having a luncheon and gossiping about other students. Not to mention Ingrid only upped her teasing, telling Crewel that he wears the ‘dad look’ very well.

Crewel demanded they finish their food before letting them even touch the bottle. The teacher explained how a medical-grade pain potion had a much stronger effect than the standard potion. It lasted for nearly a whole day instead of 4-6 hours, not to mention how it worked. Instead of simply numbing the nerves to give pain relief, a medical-grade pain potion targeted the muscle system, physically relieving tension and letting the fibers relax. As such, they were very rarely used outside of hospitals, but Crewel didn’t feel comfortable having Yuu drink possibly more than two potions a day.

Once Yuu was done eating, Crewel held up a finger, making sure he had their attention, “Don’t drink all of this like a normal potion. This is much stronger than that so I want you to sip. Understand? Sip.”

Yuu sighed, making a grabby hand motion until Crewel handed the flask over, noting how it still felt a bit warm through the glass under their fingers. Uncorking the bottle they make sure to sip the liquid as loudly as possible. Pulling it away and smiling at Crewel’s annoyed look, “Sip.”

“Enough of the sass or I won’t be sending you lunch.” Crewel collected the trash, throwing it away for them in the kitchen before walking back into the lounge, “Ortho hasn’t answered me yet about any of his findings. But, then again I think you actually managed to traumatize the poor boy. Until then, you’re sadly on house arrest, puppy. Invite who you wish, but you shouldn't roam campus how you like.”

“Fine…” Yuu slumped back onto the couch, pouting but feeling better as the potion started to take a mild effect. They do send a smile as Crewel ruffles their hair.

Crewel reminds them once more to not drink the whole bottle, Sip, giving their head another kiss before he left. As much as he’d want to stick around to make sure his favorite pup was taken care of, he was a very busy teacher and he had lesson plans to prepare for tomorrow.

The second Crewel had slammed their front door closed, they uncorked the flask again and drank the whole potion. They’d rather just deal with the full effect of the potion in one sitting instead of having to sip for hours on end or wake up from a surprise nap in pain. Crewel would understand if he came back and Yuu was in some type of medically induced coma.

Lunch rolled around, and along with it came three steady, loud knocks on the front door. Yuu blearily blinked their eyes open, yep, they passed out on the couch. Luckily they didn’t roll onto their phone, checking the time and messages before another three knocks rang out. As before, Yuu lets out a loud —bird-adjacent— call, their universal sign of approval. She giggles lightly, hearing Ace and Deuce return the call when they open the door, the sound of Riddle scolding them for making 'nonsense noises' without permission.

The Heartslabyul crew all walked into the lounge, each in casual clothing and a different level of uneasiness but smiling all the same. Cater was in the back, phone held nervously with both hands as he gave a wary eye at their prone form. Trey was calm as normal, holding a picnic basket in hand. Ace and Deuce were already in front of them, leaning down and annoying her mildly. Mainly Ace, the redhead poking at her stomach asking if she was still bleeding. Deuce hissed at him to stop, ‘What if you poke them so hard they bleed more?’

Riddle stood with an extra type of rigidity in his stance, the only give that he was uncomfortable. Even with his medical knowledge, he always found blood to be a deeply uncomfortable topic. But, he was willing to face his apprehension if it was for his younger classmate's benefit. Walking closer, Riddle clears his throat before speaking, “Apologies, Yuu. We’ve visited without a prior invite or call, but due to recent events I believe we can have a pass on that rule for now…”

Cater nods his head, but still refusing to get closer, “We were totes worried about you, sweetie. Plus the ADeuce duo over here wasn’t making things better by vague ranting in the dorm…”

The two freshmen glare over their shoulder’s at Cater. They had returned to the dorm yelling at each other the day prior, a common occurrence. What peaked the upperclassmen’s worry was the dubious context of their argument and their silence when Riddle demanded to know what had happened.

Yuu smiles, blinky slowly, still half asleep from their nap, “Sorry. In fairness I wasn’t expecting it to happen, so I was really unprepared.” Cater actually had a more familiar reaction, something Yuu wasn’t aware that she missed. The mild fear from boys the second periods were mentioned, skirting around but still ready to help out because they knew they were in danger.

Trey chuckles, looking at Cater’s nervous self from the corner of his eye. Holding up the basket he taps it lightly, “We brought you some croissants, freshly baked this morning. I can even make you a sandwich with fixings of your choice.” He wouldn’t mention the hastily compiled ‘survival guide’ Jade had sent him last night. The main point being that favored food seemed to be the only thing to keep Yuu in a relatively calm state.

“I just woke up, don’t give me choices…” Yuu whined lightly, curling into the couch but still muttered out, “You know I like croissants savory or sweet, surprise me. And thanks for bringing me lunch.”

“No problem, Yuu. I heard from Crewel you were on house arrest. So to ease his workload we’ll be watching you for the day.” He starts to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll get to making you something to eat.”

“And I’ll help him! Bye, sweetie!” Cater hurried after Trey, seeing an opportunity to run and taking it.

Ace sighed, standing up straight, “Jeeze, you’re such trouble…You can’t even be bothered to sit up while you talk to us?”

“Don’t bully them, Ace! They’re in pain!” Deuce sputters, turning to Yuu with a worried, “Wait are you still in pain, should we have brought you a potion?”

Yuu waves him off lightly, slowly patting him on the face until the worried pout loosens, “Don’t worry. Crewel brought me breakfast and a pain potion. I’m as…chill as a…cold thing…Yeah…”

“You’re still half asleep is what you are…” Ace mutters quietly, rubbing the back of his head before he looks up. He looks back down, a smirk on his face, “But, since I’m such a good friend, I’ll help around since you’re too useless to do it right now.” Waving he starts to walk toward the stairs, “I’ll go clean your room.”

Deuce jumps up, growling under his breath before he follows Ace, “You’re not slick! I know you’re just gonna nap up there! Just because Yuu isn’t using their bed, doesn’t mean you get to laze around in it!” He had run out of the room after the fleeing redhead, only to rush back in. Kneeling down he gathers Yuu into his arms in a quick hug, “Glad you’re ok, Yuu.”

“Aw…Thanks, buddy.”

Deuce releases them, running back to the stairs and his yelling fading the farther he gets.

In the silence, Yuu drifted between half asleep and simply staring into the air. They probably shouldn’t have taken the whole potion, but they’d never admit to Crewel being right. Not after they deliberately disobeyed him. While studying their hand in the open air, they notice Riddle had stayed in the room, looking more and more conflicted, “...You ok?”

“...” Riddle shifted nervously, looking to the side before he walked closer. Crouching down, he whispered, almost in fear of anyone else hearing him, “Are you really bleeding from your…vagina?”

“...” She wasn’t going to laugh, she refused to laugh. Not when Riddle was looking at them so concerned. He didn’t deserve that. She didn’t know if her face stayed straight or betrayed just how hard she was trying to not laugh, but she reached out to pat Riddle on the head, “I am…but it’s fine. Other than cramps, this doesn’t actually hurt me. No need to be all worried…”

That seemed to be enough for Riddle, the 2nd year letting out a sigh of relief before he stood back to his full height, “In that case, would you allow me to interview you?”

“Interview?”

With a wave of his pen, a notebook appeared in his hands, “You are a biological alien to us, though we seem to forget that at times… Such functions don’t happen to the people of Twisted Wonderland, it’d be any researcher's dream to study it.” Coughing into his fist he calms himself, “But, I understand if you are uncomfortable with such a thing. I only thought it’d be good to get the facts documented should something similar happen again.”

Yuu chuckles, seeing how eager Riddle was. One thing Yuu knew about Riddle, was that he loved puzzles. Researching a new topic with little information was a blind puzzle to him and he dived into research like it was a water slide. Sure he was trying to curb his enthusiasm since they were affected by an ‘alien illness’, but he just couldn’t stop how excited he was.

“I don’t mind, Riddle.”

Riddle’s nervous energy instantly passes, smiling at them before he flips the notebook open. Sitting in front of their legs on the couch, he clicked his wand to uncap the pen, “Perfect! Now, what is happening in broad terms?”

“Pussy peeling.”

Riddle sighed so hard that Yuu was worried he’d fall over dead from lack of air, “Yuu...You know I dislike that word, I’m begging you.”

Yuu giggles, a leg moving to lightly push against Riddle’s back before calming down, “I’m sorry…My Vagina is peeling, liquifying the scraps and then forcing it out of my body.”

Riddle looked ill, but I kept writing, “That sounds horrific…”

“Oh, it is.”

“What function does this process serve?”

“Baby room reno.”

“...What?”

Yuu groaned, head falling back against the armrest, trying to figure out an easier way to explain. Snapping their fingers, they point toward Riddle, “My pussy is replacing the wallpaper.”

“In no way…does that help me.”

“Aaaaaokay. Imagine your hormones, like, spend the whole month decorating a nursery. But, turns out there’s no baby. So the hormones throw a fit and decided to redo the nursery for next month. Hence…” Yuu smiles, gesturing to their stomach, “Replacing the wallpaper.”

Riddle wrote down the long-winded analogy, making sure to circle ‘Wallpaper replacement’ with a question mark beside it, “And this is normal in your world?”

“Sadly. Girls get their first period sometimes at like… 8 years old or younger.”

“Why!? That just…What is the purpose of it? I assumed this was a feature from birth, not something you just…wake up to.”

“Oh, it’s a sign that your body can make babies. It’s a hormonal change that comes packaged with puberty.”

Riddle stops writing, “You said some girls get this at 8 years old?”

“Yeah…though it’s more common around like 12 or 13. My friend got her’s when she was like 9 and she said she freaked out so hard. Her mom hadn’t had the, like, talk with her yet. So she just bled everywhere and tried to hide it.” Yuu kept rambling, recounting the stories her old friend group had shared about their first period horror stories, missing Riddle’s own dawning horror.

Yuu normally talked fondly of their old world. Funny stories with friends, and pleasant memories with their grandparents (Yuu never claimed to be an orphan. Had stated that both her parents were alive as far as she knew. She never shared a happy memory about them though). But sometimes the things they said worried them. The violence, the discrimination, the constant fear some people had to live in. The fact the people in charge would rather let their workforces starve than simply give them the rightful money earned (That bit of knowledge had even made Azul uncomfortable for a time). And now he hears that girls were ready to carry and birth children biologically? Girls, children. He’s praying that it wasn’t okay for girls so young to be engaging in such…activities, but the fact their bodies went through such a change at that age horrified him.

And a selfish part whispered that he was glad Yuu had managed to escape such a place.

Riddle manages to shake himself free of his spiraling thoughts, catching the end of Yuu's rambles.

"-And then my friend Tracy got her's in the middle of a ballet recital and she, like, bled all over the stage. Apparently, one girl was staring the whole time and tripped because of it." Yuu laughs, the sound coming out mildly choked, “Lisa…Lisa has like 3 older sisters, okay? They all got their period on the same day, so their house was super tense. Then poor lil Lisa comes out of her room crying holding her bloody bedsheet and everyone starts crying.”

Riddle looks at Yuu in worry from the corner of his eye, writing down more questions to review with Jade, “All of them at once? Would that be considered rare?” Was a period something like an overblot? The symptoms seemed to match…

“Naw, it’s common pussy ping, happens to the best of us.”

“One, stop saying that word. Two, a common what?”

Yuu nodded their head in a sage manner, eyes already drifting around the room again, “Yeah, pussy ping. It’s when you, like, sync up with other vaginas.”

“...” Riddle turns to Yuu, eyes wide in horror, “Sync up? As in…if someone’s period has started…”

“Yep.” Yuu smiles, making vague hand gestures, “If you spend enough time with another vagina, they send wifi signals to each other and sync up the calendars so that their hosts start on the same day.”

“I-Their hosts?” So a period was like an overblot. An extremely dangerous one at that if they were able to induce overblots in others simply by being around them long enough. The very thought of his own overblot resulting in the others…

“Oh yeah. The pussy is a dangerous thing. It’s acidic and can influence other vaginas to rebel.” “Wait, it’s acidic!?”

“Oh, yeah.” Yuu stretched, back popping as they sat up to look at Riddle directly, “I guess some stuff doesn’t carry over then. Yeah, my pussy is mildly acidic.”

Riddle looks down to Yuu’s covered lap, eyes panicked, “Is that healthy?” “Yeah. If your pussy juice can bleach your underwear over time, your pussy bacteria is healthy.”

Acidic was healthy. Riddle cared about Yuu, he truly did. She was like a sibling his younger self would have desperately needed to be a reason to think of how his actions affect those around him and to physically slap him for going too far. But every time he spoke to them about their natural state, he just felt intense concern. Things Yuu would joke about only made him realize that depression wore many faces, and that fact only made his worry expand to others in his dorm. Clearing his throat, Riddle edged just slightly away from Yuu’s lower anatomy, “Do you need to clean it out with soap or-”

Yuu was leaned against the back of the couch in a daze, cheek pressed into the fabric before shooting up and cutting Riddle off, “No. Nothing but clean water can go into the pussy. If you put any kinda cleaner up there it will anger the blood goddess and she will curse you and your pussy with dryness and wheat…yeast infections.”

“I- The blood goddess? You said your world didn’t have magic, who is this blood goddess!?”

“The Moon.”

…

“The…The Moon?”

“The moon controls the blood tides and demands her daughters pay for the sins of old…”

Riddle wrote down the new information, eyes wide, “Ok, let’s change the subject.”

Yuu nods, head lulling back to rest against the couch, “Periods are like…insane. Girls only like talking about them because it makes everyone else terrified.”

“I can see why…But with this affecting possibly 50% of the population, you must have had a class about it? Do you remember anything you could tell me?”

“No.”

“...No?”

“I don’t remember.”

Riddle sighs, looking at Yuu with a stern frown, “Yuu this would be much easier if you would cooperate with me-”

“No, really I don’t remember. We had the ‘puberty talk’ when I was, like, in 5th grade. We don’t review that shit until we get to Sex-Ed and I didn’t have that class yet.”

“...That sounds incredibly negligent and poorly thought out.”

“You could also opt your kid out because you don’t want them learning about sex.”

“What-”

“Those were the kids who normally end up pregnant, funny enough.”

“Childhood pregnancy isn’t funny, Yuu.”

Yuu giggled, nudging at Riddle’s back with her knee, only stopping when the 2nd year forcibly shoved her knee away from him, “It’s kinda funny. At least to laugh at the parent's stupidity, you know?”

“You’re laughing at a child getting pregnant…” Please don’t let that be a common occurrence in Yuu's world, “But, You are sexually active, aren’t you? How is that so if you’ve never had Sex-Ed?”

“The fuck kind of question is that? You’re the ghost of a sickly Victorian child who never lived to take The Dangers of Spices 101, how are you fucking Floyd?”

“It’s mandatory of Twisted Wonderland home school curriculum to teach a basic Sex-Ed course at the middle school level and you don’t need to know the details of my personal life.”

“Oh god, you had Sex-Ed with your mom.”

“Yuu-”

She waves his tone off, not at all bothered by his reddening face, “I learned from my friends. Honestly, I didn’t even know how a tampon worked until we had to make a midnight run at a sleepover one night.”

“Tampons…” Riddle writes it down, ensuring the page had plenty of space, “That’s a new term. What is it?” Jade’s notes hadn’t mentioned a ‘tampon’.

“Cotton you shove up your pussy to soak up the blood. Most of my friends used those but me and another gal named Rue liked pads better.”

Riddle nods, writing down the second word. He had heard of pads from Jade’s shared notes, and also from being manhandled by Sam’s shadows in his search for information. “I'm guessing a pad is also like a tampon, but less…invasive?”

“Yeah.” Yuu yawns, seeming to realize just how full of cotton her head was even when awake, “Though that’s mainly because I heard about what the fuck Toxic Shock was and it scared me enough to not want to use them.”

“I’m sorry, Toxic Shock? You couldn’t lead with that!?”

“Oh, right. This is like common knowledge for me so I don’t really care about it. But, Toxic Shock Syndrome is like…something that could happen if you use tampons. But it’s like super rare, to the point if you got it from a tampon? You left that thing in there for days and you deserve it because that’s just gross.”

Ok, that…that was calming at least. He wrote the new information under the Tampon page. As far as he was concerned Yuu had made a good decision, ‘Tampons’ sounded nothing but dangerous. Though Yuu had stated most of their friends preferred to use them. Maybe there was a proper method to using them that Yuu didn’t care to learn (Which honestly fit them). He reviews his notes briefly, frowning at how most of the information was concerning, “Your reproductive health is surprisingly delicate.”

“Oh, you have no idea. I could have cancer honestly.”

“What!?”

“The female anatomy is a hellscape. I could be dying right now but the cramps basically overshadow everything.” Yuu laughs, picking at her nails absent-mindedly, “There’s plenty of people who’ve, like, died from actual internal damage but they just thought it was their periods- W-whoa, Riddle are you crying?”

“No, I’m panicking!” Riddle scrambled off the couch, lifting the blanket to check Yuu directly. Or he would have if the sight of blood smeared across their inner thighs didn’t make his head swirl. The blanket drops from his hands, turning away and managing to catch himself onto his hands and knees as he dry heaved, “By the Seven, is there supposed to be that much blood!?”

“...” Yuu watches him in mild concern. But seeing how the 2nd year didn’t actually start vomiting they answered, “I think so? I might be flowing heavy since I haven’t had one in a while…”

Riddle wiped at his forehead, taking slow breaths as he stood back up, eyes roaming the floor for his dropped pen and notebook, “Heavy flow? As in the flow can change pressure? Consistency?”

“Yeah, those are words to describe it, I guess.” Yuu shrugs, head turning in the direction of the kitchen. Were Trey and Cater making the jam from scratch? What was taking the two of them so long? Looking back at Riddle, Yuu shrugs again, “To be honest I have… no idea what normal is. Honestly, no one in my world really did.” “How?”

“Dude, people were fucking terrified of periods. Before I got here? They were just now actually, like, testing pads and tampons with shit that wasn't water. Aka, not the right cunt-sistency of periods.”

Riddle gripped at his chest. The lack of common sense was baffling. These were the people in charge of that world, half the population was suffering from this illness and they couldn’t even test their sanitation products correctly, “Oh my Seven…”

“Some places were trying to ban talking about them in school, so fuck what shitty health class we had in the first place. Plus, periods can get weird, you know. Sometimes, you can like…bleed from other places.”

“What.”

“Yeah, like, from your butt or your eyes,” Yuu’s head rolls along the back of the couch, laughing as a memory resurfaces, “My friend, Chel, told us her cousin’s all came out in one piece once.”

Riddle dry heaved, stumbling back and coughing as the mental image started to form, “Trey…” He called out weakly. He was going to pass out, or vomit. Either one was wildly unwelcome at that moment.

“Apparently, it was like wet tissue just slid out of her.”

Another gag, Riddle fully turning away. The horror clear on his face unable to stop his mind.

“Yeah, her cousin sent a picture too. It looked like a bloody piece of chewed-up gum-”

“TREY!” Riddle doubled over, just barely getting his yell out, coughing as he fought against his urge to vomit. Hearing the sounds of footsteps thundering down the hall, he felt relief flood him. He couldn’t handle another minute of this, he was never good with blood. Blood was always the sign of something being deeply wrong, blood outside the body besides the need for a transfusion was never healthy. Now one of his friends was basically hemorrhaging and he had to deal with the fact it was “healthy”.

Cater and Trey rush into the room, Trey dressed in Yuu’s black ‘Shut Up and Eat’ apron with a plate of croissants gripped in his hands, “What!? Who’s dying!?”

Phone pointed in front of him, Cater films a video. If Yuu managed to kill all of them, someone would be able to find the video and know what happened to them, “Is Yuu still bleeding?”

At Riddle’s loud retch, Trey handed the plate of food to Cater. The 3rd year quickly walked over to Riddle, rubbing at his back and trying to guide him out of the lounge, “Okay, let’s get you outside. Some fresh air will help. Cater, keep Yuu company.”

Cater watches mildly stunned, Trey walking past him with his hands firmly on Riddle’s shoulders. With a plate of toasted croissant sandwiches in one hand and his still recording phone in the other Cater looked at Yuu on the couch. Their head was leaned back against the armrest, watching him with what he could only describe as a predator’s stare. Putting his phone in his pocket, Cater grabs one of the sandwiches and slowly approaches Yuu, arm outstretched as he wiggled it, “Pspspspspspspssps.”

“I can not begin to tell you what I will do to you if you don’t stop that shit right now.” The threat was empty and they both knew it. Yuu struggled to not laugh as Cater finally walked over to them normally, gently placing the plate in their waiting hands, “How fucking dare you…? I’m laying here in pain and ruining the nice towels Kalim gifted me and you’re treating me like a cat.”

“A feral cat.” Cater had eased, if only a little bit. He still wasn’t standing at an angle to let Yuu get a quick hit in, but his shoulders had finally relaxed. It helped that he knew Yuu had food now, Trey was just as confused as he was when Jade kept sending texts reflecting the importance of giving Yuu food lest they attack them in a mood swing. And now with said feral cat feeding on the still-warm sandwiches, Cater could feel a bit safer, “You’re totes a cute cat, but still feral. #Hot-Mess, #Hit-By-A-Bus, #Don’t-Bite-Me-Pwease.”

Yuu frowned, though a smile was clearly winning the fight over their expression, “Shut up…” Taking a big bite, the buttery sweet sandwich filled them with a sense of comfort. Trey’s cooking always had an odd effect Yuu found. No matter what he made it would make others feel content and full. They and the ADeuce duo would joke that Trey was using his Unique Magic to make his food replace negative emotions somehow.

Trey hadn’t answered their joke, only smiling at them and offering another pie for their hangout.

Now with a plate of warm food, Yuu was more content, almost melting into the couch and snoozing into the armrest as she hummed. In their hazy mind, Yuu could hear Cater’s chuckle. The redhead sat carefully on the armrest above their head.

“Aw, my poor rag-a-muffin froshie is having such a hard time. It really makes me wanna be a good senpai and look after you.” He sighed dramatically, tapping at his cheek as he playfully pouted, “Is this how Trey feels looking at Ace and Deuce?”

“Only if you feel a deep sense of disappointment and contempt for everything I do.”

Ace and Deuce had just entered the room, Both of them with messy hair and disheveled clothing, clearly having gotten into a scuffle before coming back downstairs. The redhead first-year scowls, clicking his tongue, “Shut up. I’ve never done a single thing wrong in my life.”

Cater snorts, trying to hide just how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

Yuu raised an eyebrow, “Did you get fucking concussed up there? You’ve done nothing right since the day you were born, and you know it.”

“Shut up, you’re lucky you’re injured! Plus, where’s Riddle and Trey?”

Deuce looked around, walking closer to Yuu to once again give them a check, “We heard Rosehearts-Senpai yelling upstairs…”

“And you just now decided to show up?” Yuu tries to shove the whole of a croissant into her mouth, seeming to not realize the issue of it not being able to fit.

Ace scoffs from the doorway, “Like we’re coming down here if he was actually mad.” He watches Yuu with a raised brow. She was just…holding the sandwich now, as though she was trying to figure out how to properly eat it.

Deuce watches in silence too, only to gently grab the sandwich from Yuu, tearing it in half before giving it back, “Yuu did you…eat anything else before we got here?”

“Yeah, papa dog brought me food…” Yuu stared at the new, smaller sandwich in hand. Half shoving it into their mouth they continued, their voice muffled, “Why do you ask?”

“...Did you have one of those gummies Sam legally doesn’t sell you?”

“Are you high!?” Cater perked up, leaning over and tilting Yuu’s head back to look into their eyes. He lets out a laugh, noticing how heavily their pupils were dilated. Well, that would also explain why Yuu seemed so calm. Cater did the same when he had lingering body aches from tending the garden. If a pain potion wasn’t available, a nice ‘chill pill’ was plenty to ease the mind and body, “Let me have one.”

Yuu huffs, nearly choking on their massive bite, “I didn’t take a gummy. I took some medicine Crewel gave me.”

Deuce leaned closer, also checking their pupils before muttering under his breath, “Was it a tranquilizer dart?”

“Naw, it was a pain potion…Like a fancy one, with a tag on it.”

…

Ace looked around the floor near the couch, eyes catching the empty bottle half hidden under the skirt of the seating. Pulling it out, he read the tag and shouted in surprise, “Dude, this like a ‘The pain is so bad I’m dying’ pain potion! Is it really that bad!?”

Deuce grabs the bottle from Ace, reading it over before handing it to Cater, “Yuu! Do you want us to take you to the hospital!? Wait, no, you don’t want to-”

“How is this empty already?”

“Huh!?” Yuu clicks back into the conversation, looking up at Cater’s concerned glance, “What do you mean how? I drunk it.”

“Sweetie, these potions are like…You can take them orally, but they’re strong enough they normally are supposed to be given via drip for a safe, lasting effect…So why is it empty already?”

“...” Yuu started to cackle, the plate of sandwiches being saved from the floor as Deuce dived to catch it as they jostled off her lap, “I fucking chugged morphine!”

“You chugged this!?”

Ace slapped his forehead, “By the Seven, you’re fucking hopeless. This period thing makes you bleed out the brain, too? You’re gonna lose what little brain cells you had to begin with.”

Yuu still chuckled, hand reaching back to bat at Cater’s fingers combing through their hair, “Fuck you, Ace. Even if I got a brain bleed, I’d still have more brain cells than you.”

“Doubtful. You’re so useless right now, you couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.”

Yuu’s laughter instantly stopped, smiling falling into a neutral line as their gaze snapped to Ace. The redhead’s eyes widen, fear suddenly gripping his chest at Yuu’s stare, “...Uh…”

Riddle's breathing had calmed, but now he was sitting on the steps of Ramshackle, head in his hands as he felt a headache crowning. Lifting his head he stared at his palms, as though they held the answers to his questions, “This is bad, Trey. I don’t have any other way to describe it, this is bad.”

“Riddle, calm down. We can trust Yuu to handle themselves-”

“Except, we can’t! Yuu doesn’t even have all the facts and what facts they do have may not even be right since it’s all second-hand knowledge from other uninformed minors! Not to mention they haven’t even had a proper class on the subject…By the Seven, would it even be informative? They would have dealt with this for years at that point, They probably just went on the internet and read some uncertified drivel, lord knows they won’t open a book-”

“Riddle. Breathe.” Trey grasps Riddle by one of his shoulders, shaking him lightly and thumping the 2nd year on the chest with his other hand. Something to make Riddle take more than a shallow breath in his rambles, “Like you said, Yuu’s been dealing with this for years. They know what they need and we can help by giving them access to whatever it may be.”

Now that he was taking deep gulps of air, Riddle’s anxious energy had finally died down, his stomach finally resting. He turned to Trey, worry clear in his expression, “But it’s concerning. It’s so simple, yet the difference is so obviously alien I can’t help but want to…fix it. But it’s not my place to fix it, because there’s nothing to fix and this is completely natural for them…”

“...That’s right…Riddle did something other than…the blood upset you?”

“...” He sighs, “Yuu says they have no idea about their overall reproductive health. Since they refuse to see a real medical professional and Idia isn’t going to give Ortho the permission to do intrusive body scans, we have no way of checking. They could have cancer and we’d have no way of knowing until they got sick or they died! They said this ‘period’ isn’t always a standard thing either! They could bleed out of their eyes one day and we won’t know if they were actually about to expire or if they were simply on their ‘period’!”

“...” Trey sighs, rubbing the back of his neck at the new information, “Ok, yeah, that…that is very worrying…But,” Trey turns to Riddle with a smile, trying to find the bright side, “Yuu knows their body. If something was really wrong, you know they’d at least tell Crewel about it. And…” He trails off, letting Riddle’s mind come to the conclusion itself.

“...” Yuu’s relationship with Crewel was, to most other students, blindingly trusting. The prefect would tell the teacher anything and everything if they truly felt concerned about the information. Yuu continued to trust Crewel so much since he responded to such faith with the same intensity and care. “And Crewel would physically drag them to a hospital if he truly felt their life was in danger…” He took one last deep breath, nodding at the ‘fact’.

Trey watches with a smile as Riddle gathers himself up. What was once a too-small teen curled in on himself in anxiety and physical illness stood his good friend Riddle Rosehearts, a calm and collected figure of authority.

“Ok, I feel much better now, thank you, Trey.” Riddle looks to the door, “I should finish interviewing Yuu. There was so much information Jade wasn’t able to collect regarding the physical aspect of this…”

Trey hums, opening the door for them as they walk back inside, “He did say Yuu was very hormonal during their visit. Eels noses are really sensitive so he might have been distracted in his own interview by that and the smell of blood.”

“Possibly-”

The sound of Ace yelling and a loud crash coming from the lounge sends them both sprinting. Riddle reached the archway first, nearly being rammed into the side by Trey sliding to a stop beside him, “What’s happening?” “Is anyone hurt!?” Cater chuckles from the back of the couch, phone poised in his hands to film the fight between Ace and Yuu on the ground, “Poor Ace is gonna be.”

Ace and Yuu were spread out on the ground, Yuu quickly making progress to reach at Ace’s face to slap and tug on his cheeks, “Say uncle!” He kept pushing at Yuu’s hands, face pulled into a scowl as a stray drop of blood eased down from his nose, “You bitch! You punched me!”

“You’re the one saying I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag! Are you weaker than a paper bag, Ace!?”

“Senpais!” Ace flips onto his stomach, reaching out to Riddle while his other arm braced against Yuu’s chest to keep them away from his face, “Help me! Cater and Yuu are bullying me and Deuce isn’t being useful!”

Deuce calls out from the other side of the fight, holding his thumb up, “I’m helping, Yuu! The hair, prefect! Pull him by the hair and slam his face into the carpet!”

“Senpai! Help!”

“...” Riddle turned away, holding his hand over his mouth, “Don’t bleed on Yuu’s rug…”

“ME!?”

Yuu cackles, finally managing to tangle their fingers into Ace’s wild hair, “Yeah, Ace! Don’t bleed on my rug!”

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insomnicbypasser · 3 months

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Hiiiii speaking my thoughts on a certain thing about the newest limbus event make sure to avoid incase of spoilers! I am offically yapping about rodion in this one also so be warned.

You know im constantly thinking about rodion and how she just, doesnt have a yurodivy identity. Its always been a thought in my head how every identity that we get in the game is a possiblility a sinner could have gone down, not just an overlap with exsisting characters. They are afterall from mirror worlds.

Theres n corp sinclair, who gave into his inital disgust of prosthetics and went fully into that realm of dark. The pequod captain ishmael who found herself an almost exact mirror of ahab, fully taken by the madness to hunt what she deemed to be the root of all evil that we saw and the later portion of her canto. Literally most of dons identities share a similar theme of her going into an organization and having her beliefs tested as shown in her n corp, w corp, and her shi association ids.

So why didnt rodion get a yurodivy id instead of her t corp id? The opportunity was right there for the taking, however there was somethings stopping her from getting it. There was the fact that she felt like she did anything to help in actually catching the time ripper, so she didnt get a district 20 yurodivy id bescause hong lu and ryoshu were ACTUALLY like them with their detective work, however i dont think its like that as seen above several sinners have gotten ids that directly go against their current arcs ie: captain ishmael and n corp sinclair. I also think this is the same reason she got a TAX COLLECTOR id of all things, finding herself not only stagnating but also becoming the type of person she would havr MURDERD in cold blood previously.

To me there are two reasons project moon is holding back on a yurodivy id for rodion. Either A: theyre saving it for a theoretical redo of rpdions canto, this time where she actually stands her ground to fully face sonya and give him her true awnser on where she stands, most likely telling him she'll be following the path that dante is leading her down towards instead of the path sonya had laid out for her with the yurodivy. With this she could potentially get either a id where she instead had taken sonya up on his offer, or the most interesting option where rodion had taken up the role of saint for the yurodivy instead of sonya in a sort of captain ishmael or spicebrush yi sang type of id.

And then theres option B: where rodion has yet to get a yurodivy id because there arent any plans to give her a yurodivy id because in EVERY mirror world rodion is always destined to give up her life with the yurodivy. Maybe there will always be a reason for her to leave, a flaw she can never let slide, maybe even a feeling she wont ever address that she wasnt and wont ever be for the yurodivy because they were never ment to be, either they were never doing enough or she could never be enough.

I havent read the book rodion is from, i dont know the first thing about rodions journey through it. All i know is that rodion is a gambling addict, he kills someone, and that sonya helps(?) him get past his vices and sins and even then none of that might not be true i have no idea. What i do know is that in limbus company, rodion has had the constant need to be something. She tried to lead a life in the yurodivy to feel as though she was doing something larger then herself, and when she felt as though they didnt meet her expectations she decided to take things into her own hands and when she looked back on her decisions, she couldnt even tell who she had done them for or whether she was only acting apon her base selfish desires. Then she joined limbus company bus, supposedly to maybe have a wish granted, but also because maybe in this group of losers and vagabonds, she could finally take a large role then what she felt she had when she was in the yurodivy, maybe she could finally make use of her time instead of this rotting stagnation she had been suffering from since she left the yurodivy. But then they fail in their first two missions, she sees sonya for the first time in a while as she plays her first major role in a mission and he is the cause for her failure, even extending an olive branch to her and a place back inside the group she had so quickly left behind when things didnt go so well for her. Then they finally start seeing successes but they come at great losses, being forced to face your traumas, to kill your previous loved ones, to give up your entire motivations for the sake of moving forward and finding your place in the world.

And then we come to t corp itself, rodion finds herself being hand picked for a mission that surely other sinners are more capable of completing. Rodion has lost some of her previous confidence in her place in the bus. She didnt face her trauma like sinclair did, she didnt fight against sonya with all her might like yi sang had, she didnt push through her flaws and learn from her behavior like idhmael and heathcliff had done. Rodion ran, and she hadnt even gained anything from it.

As the event went on, we saw slowly as rodions compossure dropped, especially when the yurodivy got involved. We got to see rodion start to look back on her decision to leave the yurodivy when she interacts with them in district 20. She questions herself as soon as she sees that they actually managed to make something of themselves, that if she had actually been patient they would have been able to give her the kind of change that she had wanted in her life.

Her struggle to define what she wants and how she wants to get it is so interesting, it seems to me like rodion is constantly setting bars too high, either for others or herself, never wanting to settle her bet always wanting to push just a bit further and always crashing hard when she looses it all. The case of time killing time is showing the cracks in her resolve, and i think that eventually itll all come to a boiling point where shell get a rerun of her canto.

Anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk every single one of the sinners make me mentally ill in ways i will never recover from, not just rodion. Trust me i WILL be making a 20 page essay on don once her canto is fully out i will NOT be normal about her. Sorry if i got a bit off track btw this was absolutely a full character study mostly on rodion rather then being me talking about the new event like i said and had quite a bit about me talking about how i think ids work inuniverse beside being things dante can use on sinners for combat. ALSO! If anyone can tell me how rodion and sonya are in the book it would be cery appreciated! Knowing about how moby dick, wuthering heights, and the metamorphsis play out really shaped my experiences of their cantos and id like to see how its themes played into canto 2.

#limbus company #lcb #lcb rodion #lcb rodya #lcb ishmael #lcb yi sang #lcb don quixote #sinclair lcb #GRAGHGH I LOVE LIMBUS COMPANY!!!!!!#this series fr making me want to dust off my writing skills and do some fics of character studies especially for dante and the sinners #anyways this took me like half an hour to write and its 2 am if any of yall wanna yell about limbus company please do ill also yell about it #we can yell together when i wake up

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differenteagletragedy · 11 months

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Baxter is a daaaaaaaddy part 2: Holiday Edition

So I really had a very good time writing about Baxter becoming a father, and since Thanksgiving is coming up in the US, I decided to write another part with Baxter, MC and their daughter. Because reasons.

Takes place when Baby Ward is 4. She broke her arm when Baxter took her to the park and now it's a new reason why he hates himself. You know Baxter.

Part one here!

"Daddy, can I have marshmallow?"

"Not yet, Penny," you answered from the passenger seat of Baxter's car as he drove to your parents' home in Sunset Bird. "They're not just marshmallows, they're part of the casserole."

"I asked Daddy," your daughter replied, the sass in her voice unmistakable.

You were about to turn around to talk to her, but Baxter chuckled and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a bag of miniature marshmallows.

"Daddy!" Penny cheered, throwing her good arm in the air and patiently waiting for him to fish out a few and hand them back to her.

"Seriously?" you asked him.

"It's Thanksgiving," he smirked, shooting you a quick glimpse. "If my girl wants to be thankful for marshmallows, far be it from me to stand in her way."

"She has you wrapped around her finger, you know that?"

"Like mother, like daughter."

You smiled and took the hand that he laid in your lap.

Your little family of three was heading over to celebrate the holiday with your moms, but it would be a full house. Liz had flown home for a few days, and Cliff always came over. Cove was coming too, and he was planning on bringing Xavier -- the two had gotten close over the years since Jude and Scott's wedding.

When you arrived, you saw Cove's car and texted him to come out and help carry things -- as always, Baxter had made several dishes to bring over. He and Xavier came out soon after, and after quick hugs, you started bringing the food in while Baxter gingerly unbuckled Penny from her car seat and carried her inside.

"Did your mom tell you I had a pink cast too when I broke my arm?" Cove asked Penny, gently nudging her.

"How did you break your arm?" she asked.

"I just had a little accident when I was little like you," he answered.

You saw Baxter bristle a bit. He still blamed himself for being the one taking care of her when she'd fallen and broken her arm. No matter how many times you told him it was just an accident, he still beat himself up over it.

Xavier noticed the slight change in his demeanor too, and they leaned past Cove to talk to Penny.

"I hope you save room for dessert!" they said cheerily.

Penny gasped and her eyes widened. Cove may have been the biggest fan of Xavier's baking skills, but your little girl was a close second.

When you got inside, you saw that everyone else had beaten you there. Liz and your mom were setting the table while Ma and Cliff were finishing up in the kitchen. Baxter put Penny down, and she darted towards the counter. Before you could catch up to her, she found a platter of Xavier's cookies and snatched one up.

"Let her have a cookie," Baxter smiled, taking the dish you held and finding a place for it on the table. "Just one cookie won't hurt."

"Is Baxter spoiling the baby again?" Liz asked as she approached you for a hug.

"Literally every second of every day ever," you replied.

"I say spoil them while you can," Cliff said, joining the conversation. "They're only little for a little while, and they turn out OK in the end."

Cove smiled smugly, and Penny yelled, "Thank you Grandpa Cliff!" before stuffing another cookie in her mouth.

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After dinner, everyone chipped in to clean up -- or almost everyone. Penny had brought toys, and she, Cove and Liz were in the living room playing princesses.

"Cove looks pretty cute in a tiara," you told Xavier, who was helping you wash dishes.

"He looks pretty cute in anything," they responded, giving you a big smile.

Before you could say anything else, you heard a sharp squeal coming from the living room. You instinctively dropped what you were doing and ran over to see what had happened, as had Baxter.

Penny was clutching the arm that was in a cast, tears welling up in her big brown eyes. Liz was already kneeling down next to her, holding her hand, while Cove looked on nervously.

"What happened?" you asked, kneeling beside Liz.

"It hurts," your daughter whined, holding up her broken arm to you.

"We were dancing around and she bumped her cast against the coffee table," Liz explained. "I think it scared her more than anything."

"She really didn't hit hard enough to do any damage," Cove agreed, looking over to Baxter. "We wouldn't have let her get hurt."

There it was -- that same bristle as before. Cove didn't notice, his attention going back to Penny, but you and Liz shared a look.

"Hey, listen," you said softly to Penny. "Are you all right?"

"No," she whimpered.

"Are you hurt or did you get nervous?"

Penny looked at you and then up to Baxter, who offered a stiff smile.

"Nervous, I think," she answered.

You checked her over and talked to her more to make sure she was really fine before standing back up, satisfied that the situation had resolved itself. She went back to playing, and when you turned around you saw that everyone had moved over towards you to make sure everything was OK.

When you moved towards Baxter, he took a small step back.

"I believe I'm just going to step outside for a quick breath of fresh air," he said, smiling weakly. "I'll be back in two shakes."

You moved to follow him, but Cliff held up a hand.

"Let me," he told you quietly. "I think I know a thing or two about what might be bothering him."

You stayed put as Cliff followed Baxter outside. Catching a glimpse of them through the window, you saw them begin a conversation.

"Mommy, will you play too?"

"Of course."

As the four of you played -- the seven of you, once Xavier and your moms finished up in the kitchen -- you kept an eye on the window. You saw Baxter wipe at his eyes a few times but since Cliff had such an earnest expression on his face, you decided not to interrupt them.

Once you glanced over and saw them hugging, Cliff clapping a hand on Baxter's back and smiling.

"Oh great, Dad adopted another kid," Cove quipped, coming up beside you.

Soon after, they came back inside, and not long after that, you decided to leave -- it was almost Penny's bedtime, a fact made apparent when she fell asleep before you left the neighborhood.

"You OK?" you asked when you were sure she was out.

"I am," he replied, once again putting his hand in your lap.

"What did you and Cliff talk about?"

He considered the question for a moment, then said, "He talked to me about being a father."

You waited for him to elaborate, and eventually he did.

"I believe you've noticed that I've still been feeling guilty about Penny's accident," he began, his eyes focusing on the road but his hand gripping yours tighter. "Cliff told me he felt the same way when Cove broke his arm. That he'd always felt so protective over him from the moment he was born, and how that's never gone away, even now. And how ... devastating it can feel when you fail in protecting your child."

You wanted to cut in, to tell him again that what had happened wasn't his fault, but you felt he was in the middle of something important and you decided against interrupting.

"I'm sure it also won't come as a surprise for you to hear that I've often worried about being a father ... that I'd fail," he continued, his voice quieter. "I never had a great role model for that, you understand. I've read all the baby books, all the parentings books I could find, but there's only so much the written word can express when it comes to matters like these."

He glanced at Penny in the rearview mirror and said, "I love her more than life itself. I would die for her with no hesitation. I fully plan on dedicated the rest of my days to making sure she and you have everything you ever want or need. But I ... I do sometimes fear I'm not good enough. That's what Cliff talked to me about."

"Did he help?" you asked.

"He did."

"Good."

The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence, his hand in yours. You could write books about how good Baxter was, and you definitely never let him forget that you thought he was the most amazing man in the world, but sometimes when he got like this, it was best to let things sit for a bit before singing his praises.

When you got home, you climbed out of the car as quietly as possible, and Baxter unbuckled Penny, trying his best not to wake her. You unlocked the door and held it up while he carried her inside, and she didn't wake up until he laid her down.

"Daddy," she said sleepily, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly when he tried to let her go.

"You're in bed, sweetheart," he whispered, gently placing her arms at her sides and kissing her forehead. "Go back to sleep, we'll play in the morning.

"I love you is all," she said before cozying up under her blankets and shutting her eyes again.

Baxter turned around again, smiling ear to ear. You both left your daughter's room, shutting the door softly behind you.

When you were in the hall, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you in close and giving you a long, deep kiss.

"What was that for?" you asked when he pulled back a bit.

"I love you is all," he answered, resting his forehead against yours.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #olba mc #cove holden #olba cove #our life #baxter ward #olba baxter #baxter x mc #our life cove #our life baxter #our life baxter ward #baxter x reader #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #baxter ward x you #our life cliff #cliff holden #daddy baxter forever

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sincerelyyycece · 6 months

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your eyes are really pretty up close.

The perilous assignment undertaken by Sirius results in him getting into trouble, and it's James's elder sister who comes to his rescue.

note: reader is james's elder sister, a spy agent setting, and their marauders nicknames are used as spy agent nicknames (Vixen is reader's nickname.)

A man shouts, "Black, come back here!" I smirk back at him. "You are a dead man!" he yelled again. He ran with his friends, attempting to catch up with me. This is not the ideal way to begin my story, but it is manageable. Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is Sirius Black. Call me Sirius. You clearly caught me at the wrong moment. As you can see, I am trying to get rid of these guys. Why? Well, let me explain later. I round a corner, still running. I must admit that I am tired, but I refuse to give up. I take in deep breaths, attempting to catch my breath.

Hands draw me to one side of the building. I could feel another body colliding with mine. I went to defend myself but was cut off when a female voice said, "It’s just me, Padfoot." My heart skipped a beat. Y/N. She looked around the corner to see if the guys were nearby. This is Y/N. I tried to remain still in front of the woman I had admired since I first laid eyes on her, aware of our close proximity. Oh, she smells wonderful. I shook my head briefly. I sound like a pervert.

I take a steady breath and close my eyes. I made eye contact with her the moment I opened my eyes. I swallowed nervously, and her brow furrowed. "Something’s wrong with you," she said quietly, just for me to hear. "Huh?" Now it was my turn to be puzzled. "Your heartbeats," she says, touching the left side of my chest. "It‘s beating fast." I chuckled nervously, trying to come up with an explanation. "That’s because I ran." I scratched the back of my neck nervously, laughing.

My laugh fades as she tilts her head. I stare at her, anticipating her next move. I decided to end the silence, but she said something that made my heart race. "Your eyes are really pretty up close." My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to speak, but I choked on my own saliva instead. This is really embarrassing. Her eyes light up as if an idea has popped into her head. "Do I make you nervous?" she asked, smirking. "W-what?” I stuttered, facepalming myself internally.

She laughs. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell." I rolled my eyes, trying to be cool. "Hahaha, very funny, Vixen,” I remarked sarcastically. She shrugged and took another look around. "The coast is clear." She grabs my wrist, running away from our hiding spot while being careful not to be caught. I keep staring at her hands. She is gripping me firmly but gently. Her hands are smooth and soft. "Sirius." I look right at her. I hummed in response to the question. Her eyes rolled. "I said we were almost there, and I need you to notify Prongs.”

"Oh, right." I push the button on the side of my pants. After a few minutes of running, we came to a stop in a cleared field. We climbed up upon seeing a jet. A male voice spoke up, saying, "Good work." Meet James, also known as Prongs, Y/N's youngest brother and my closest friend. He patted me on the back and hugged his sister. "If Y/N hadn’t come down there to save you, you would probably be injured by now." I glared at him. "Are you implying that I’m incapable of fighting?" he shrugged. Y/N hits him in the head first, before I can. James rubs his head, saying, "Ow!”

“Stop being a menace and drive back to headquarters.” James glared at her and walked off to the cockpit. “Whatever.” I thanked her and she gave me a smile in return. This girl has saved me twice now. Well, technically, once, but a guy can dream. I should return the favour one of these days.

Sirius was engulfed in a tornado of feelings and ideas as the jet engines roared to life, taking them back to headquarters. Y/N's smell lingered in the air around him, her presence both reassuring and thrilling. There was a peaceful quiet in the air, a break in the storm, even though their previous escape had been chaotic.

Sirius sneaked glances at Y/N as they soared into the sky, attempting to read the mysterious depths in her gaze. Every moment he felt had been stolen was a window into a world he had always wanted to discover. He couldn't get rid of the sensation that there was more going on between them than just friendship and camaraderie.

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Chapter 4- The boy means trouble

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" Citizens!- It is I... RED SON! I have taken control of the weather station that will harness the very power of nature to return my father to his former glory; this message is more of a courtesy"

"HAHAHAHA!"

" When I finish, my father will once more dominate the wor-"

Jie turned her TV off.

"Yep, I heard enough, gods... this boy should find himself some hobby or something..." She muttered

Gou looked at her from the floor with his soul-piercing eyes.

"Nah Gou, they need to fix this on their own" she took a piece of popcorn and threw it into her mouth "Besides... I don't think that master would like me to stick close to the Monkey Boy"

Gou barked and run to the door.

"Oh, I get it. You want to go outside" Jie got up from her couch and came to the door to open them

"WHAT THE-?!"

As soon as Jie opened the door she felt a strong blow of wind.

The weather was indeed crazy- The wind was so strong that it almost made Jie fly to the wall!

She had to use a lot of strength to close the entrance to her house, after that she felt exhausted and laid down on the floor. She looked at her pet again, he was definitely waiting for her to react.

But now it really made Jie change her mind.

Ugh!

She stood up and teleported herself to the weather station.

MK was doing really bad, mostly because he couldn't control his staff. At the end he kicked himself out of the station, and when he was ready to fall on the ground he suddenly felt someone... catching him?

" Got ya" he heard a woman's voice behind his back

Jie caught him as if he was a thrown doll. She held his arms tightly, then put him on the ground. When he was standing before her, still his back facing her face, she wiped the dust off of her dress.

"JIE?!" MK shouted into her ears" W-what are you doing?!"

" What are YOU doing? Letting yourself be kicked by some kid with an anger issue?!" Jie asked with her arms crossed, not hiding her frustration over the boy's behaviour

"I-I..." MK's face suddenly dropped

As Jie was waiting in silence for his answer she suddenly heard a familiar voice;

" How you doing down there?"

"Monkey King!" MK gasped in surprise

"Greetings, Master" Jie bowed down

Monkey King's eyes moved to Jie, he didn't notice her before and looked surprised

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

And just a little angry...

Jie on the other hand was completely unmoved

"I was just walking around, what a coincidence that Monkey Boy was just thrown down at me..." she said with a dull voice trying to escape her master piercing gaze

Then MK started talking;

"Great, now that you're all here we can fly up there and smash that-

"No, no, no, no" Wukong interrupted "In case you forgot I'm retired. You're supposed to be the one taking care of the bad guys"

"Th-Then what about ms Jie?" MK asked the demoness with tears in his eyes, hoping for help

"Don't look at me" She answered firmly

The shocked reaction of MK was saying everything.

"But don't worry- after all you are INVINCIBLE- right?"

" Well yeah I-I mean I am invincible but you know..." MK made a loud exhale and turned to Jie "You were right, I can't control my powers... I feel like I'm only messing everything up!"

Jie didn't know what to say so she discretely give an eye signal to the Monkey King. He seemed to understand since he finally jumped off of his cloud.

" Listen kid, the problem is really simple" He announced calmly

" What is it?!" MK was ready for the answer

"It's you"

"Huh?"

"Ahem... what he means is your lack of self-confidence" Jie explained quickly so that MK wouldn't get the bad idea

" But I am self-confident!" MK almost shouted into Wukong's ears

" No, you're just loud" Wukong pushed him away with his tail " The only way to self confidence is-

" Take it till I make it?"

"NO! Practice!- you think I took shortcuts?!"

"Well..." Jie who knew his history was just about to verify the truth of this sentence

" NO!" Wukong interrupted her " It took me centuries of training and fighting and just beating up demons- just so many demons...anyway! Nothing worth anything comes for free"

Somehow for Jie it sounded a little bit of suspicious.

"But what about my friends, the city!" MK seemed very nervous

At that moment his attitude caught Jie's attention

'So he does care about others huh?'

After MK's battle with DBK, seeing all the ruins of the city Jie though that the boy didn't even care about other's safety but it turned out that she was wrong... and that actually made her feel a little bit guilty.

"How about limiting your power" a thought escaped from Jie's lips

" Is it possible?" MK jumped to Monkey King and used his puppy eyes on him

Gah..

" Alright, there is a way that I can limit your power, but..."

"But, what?"

"You won't be invincible anymore"

With that Jie saw a moment of hesitation in boy's eyes, but it was just a moment that disappeared before it could change his decision

" Alright, let's do this!"

As expected, with the help of Wukong MK was able to win against Red Son and change everything back to normal.

" Is something wrong?" Jie asked Monkey King who was staring at her for a long time

'Maybe he is angry because I interfered'

" Nothing, just that..." Wukong scratched his head nervously " I guess you were right... about you know-the kid and his control over my power. Maybe I rushed too fast..?"

Jie was totally not expecting her master to say such a thing, this could be classified as an apology, from the Great Sage!

'Perhaps that monk really taught him some good manners'

"I was the one wrong, this boy... He actually has a really kind and warm soul" She spoke slowly while looking at the mentioned MK, who was happily playing and chuckling with his friend, Jie noticed that when MK is with people he cherishes, his soul is shining more.

" Hoho..." a strange laugh escaped from the monkey's mouth " So you finally accepted him, hmm?"

" Let's say that I can force myself to tolerate him for the time being"

"How cold..."

She chuckled a little but soon her face turned more serious.

" It won't be only DBK who he will have to fight, right..? She spoke quietly

" No. When the rumours about my descendant will spread further there will be more, much stronger opponents he will need to fight with" Monkey King explained with a serious tone of his voice "But till then, we will make him ready"

'...'

'...we, huh?'

' As I tough, because of this boy I'm gonna have more things to do...,

Sigh

'What a troublesome kid...'

End of chapter 4

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

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The REAL Part Twenty-Five

Did anyone enjoy that rickroll? I did. You might need it for this. TW: Death

You were alone in the room again, but were aware of where the others were. They were right outside the door, listening in closely. You could see the shadows of their feet… That didn’t matter right now, though.

“This is (Y/n) (L/n), what happened to Kennedy? What’s going on?”

You heard quite a few deep inhales and it made you fear the worst. Your heart was already thudding against your chest, loud enough that it echoed through your body. “We… We regret to inform you that Kennedy flat-lined ten minutes ago. We were unable to save her from the state she was in.”

The world stopped and your heart dropped. “...W-What?” Your breathing became ragged, too quick to keep up with. There wasn’t any room to find a medium to calm you down, all you could do was let it happen.

“Your daughter passed, Ms. (L/n). We’re very sorry for your loss.” The woman said a few other things, but you couldn’t catch what she was saying. A high-pitched sound filled your ears, drowning anything else out. “Ms. (L/n)?”

The phone dropped from your shaking hands as your hands went to cover your eyes again. Wrecked sobs filled the room as you let it out, shaking and sobbing everything you could muster. You were just there- you were just there. So many things flashed through your mind: your daughter’s first steps, her first word being: fuck! and the day you sent her off to daycare before your deployment… and of course, the last goodbye.

Your sobbing didn’t come close to a stop when you felt someone’s hands go on both your shoulders. You didn’t know who it was, but you threw your arms around them and started to sob even harder than before, if that was possible.

“S-She’s dead. My daughter is fucking dead.” There were several intakes of breaths, a big one coming from whoever you’d thrown your arms around. “K-Kennedy… I’m so sorry…”

Ghost, who’d been the one that was kneeling in front of you, pulled your body off of him. He let out a quiet sigh through his mask, then wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. “C’mon, let’s get you off the floor.” The rest of the team watched in surprise and sadness as Ghost- or Simon, at the moment, carried you to your bed and tucked you into the side you laid on the night before.

You grabbed his arm when he tried to leave, still heavily crying, but managed to get out: “P-Please don’t… Please d-don’t leave me right now.”

Too much… Ghost looked at Soap, desperately, and motioned for the man to come over. Soap dropped his head and walked over, climbing into the bed and taking your body so that he was almost spooning you. “‘S alright, lass. Let it all out, we’re here for you.”

Ghost motioned for the rest of the team to exit the room, as he followed them out, a small pit of regret filled his stomach. Shut the fuck up, Simon. He walked down the stairs with Alejandro and Gaz behind him, pulling out his phone on the way. “I’ll call Price. She won’t be coming back with us if there’s a change with the Hawk.”

Price picked up pretty quick. The man sounded exhausted and yawned through his “What’s up, Ghost? Is everything alright there in the land of the free?”

Ghost had stepped outside to put the phone on speaker. “Not… No, sir. Doc just got a phone call from the hospital, her daughter passed shortly after the visit they had.” He set the phone on the wood table on the porch so he could take out a cigarette. “Soap’s with her… she didn’t want to be left alone…”

There was a sharp inhale from Price. “Fuck, that’s not good… my condolences to when she’s able to…” Price exhaled. “She’ll stay in America for the time being. Medical Sergeant (L/n) won’t be in the right mindset to return back to work. However, in terms of not wanting to be left alone, have you seen or heard of anyone she knows that could be with her?”

Ghost sighed. “Her neighbors are good people, sir. They’ll probably want to check up and be with her at this time, they seem to have a connection with Kennedy (L/n) as well.” He looked at a photo that was on the wall of someone, a man in a similar military uniform to you- just with the British flag instead of an American- standing next to you, an arm on your shoulder as you were much shorter than him. “Do you have contact with Sergeant Gary Sanderson?”

A/N: How about THAT plot twist? I’m full of them.

Part Twenty-Six

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siancore · 2 years

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Rating: M

Words: 1k+

Summary: Rick, Jesus, and Aaron are late coming back from a run and Michonne is worried.

A/N: Happy Birthday Danai Gurira and Happy Valentine’s Day to all the lovers.

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The run had gone for longer than expected. The length of time was significant, and run crew were all seasoned in expeditions. Rick, Jesus, and Aaron were all experienced with being out there; being on the outside; surviving outside of their walls.

Usually, run crews only radioed back to the Safe-Zone if they knew they were going to be significantly late, or if they had encountered trouble. Rick, Jesus, and Aaron had not made contact; it had been radio silence for almost four hours.

Michonne was damn near losing her mind. Rick knew she was worried, that she wanted to go on the run with them, but due to her pregnant state, was told to stay behind. He knew that her hormones were making her full of concern. She was almost frantic, pacing back and forth, her protruding belly slowing her down. Rick would not do this purposefully; he would not make her worry. Something had to have gone wrong. Something had to –

“Michonne,” Carl interrupted her thoughts. “Come on. You need to rest. Dad’ll be back before you know it. I know your feet are hurting. C’mon. Come sit down.”

She let out a sigh, but went to the sofa where Carl was seated while Judith played on the floor.

“Except for you, my Dad, Aaron, and Jesus are probably the best to go outside the walls,” said Carl, trying to ease Michonne’s fears.

“I should be out there with them.”

“No,” said Carl, earning another sigh from Michonne. “You’re right where you need to be. Any minute now, my dad will come through those gates and –”

Before Carl could finish what he was saying, the crackling static of the radio drew both his and Michonne’s attentions. He grabbed the radio from the coffee table and handed it to Michonne.

“Hello?” she said, nerves coursing through her weary body.

“Hello, Darlin’,” said Rick in his slow drawl.

“Where are you?” asked Michonne, trying to steady her breathing.

“We just got back. I –”

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” asked Michonne, as she tried to sit upright.

Rick could hear the worry in her voice.

“Michonne, I’m fine,” he said, reassuringly. “We’re all fine. Just about to take the supplies to the Pantry, and I’ll be home.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Michonne replied. “Just hurry home.”

The soft lamplight caressed their naked bodies as Rick and Michonne made love later that evening. Rick hooked Michonne’s leg over his as they both laid on their sides and he entered her from behind. It was a position that afforded Michonne comfort, even though all she wanted was Rick to be as deep and as close as possible.

He held her tightly and peppered kisses to her neck and shoulder; he whispered words of reverence in her ear. He told her how much he loved her; how much he had missed her while he was away.

“God, Michonne, you’re so sweet,” Rick whispered, as he thrust into her; the sounds of their slapping skin drowned out by her pleased moans. “So lovely.”

Michonne’s skin flushed even warmer. After all the time that they had been together, Rick was still able to make her feel flustered. Giddy. Wanted. She covered his hand and gave it a squeeze as her climax quickly approached. She moaned loudly when it washed over her.

Rick kissed her shoulder ardently, bitingly, as he found his release soon after. They laid together holding one another and fighting to catch their breaths. After a moment, Rick gently rolled Michonne over so that she was facing him. He ran his calloused hand over her soft face before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry I had you worried,” he said, for the hundredth time that night. “I hope this made it up to you.”

Michonne kissed him back and ran her fingers through his beard before saying, “It’s a start.”

They shared a smile before kissing once more, slow and languid. Rick went to move, and Michonne pouted. He found her to be adorable when she was needy.

“I’m just getting a cloth to clean you up,” he said, smiling back at he as he walked towards the bathroom.

When Rick returned, he used the warm, damp washcloth to clean Michonne’s sensitive skin. He then helped her into her nightgown, removed the towel from their bed, and settled in for the night. Rick spooned Michonne before kissing the side of her face.

After a beat of silence, Michonne finally asked, “Rick?”

“Mmm?”

“What took you guys so long out there today?”

She felt his hot breath on her neck as he let out a sigh.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Rick, come on.”

He kissed her once more and then shifted. Michonne missed his warmth immediately as he got up and rummaged through his bag. She struggled to roll over, but Rick was soon crouching down near her side of the bed.

“I went out further, which took longer, so I could get you these,” he said as he held out a small bag.

“You went out further to get me candy?” she asked, incredulous, but enamored all the same. “We have candy in the Pantry.”

“Yeah, we do,” Rick replied. “But not like this. Go on, open it.”

Michonne leaned up on her elbow and opened the plastic packaging that had seen better days. She poured the contents into her palm before blessing Rick with a wide, bright smile. Small heart-shaped candies sat in her hand.

“According to that calendar that Eugene has,” Rick said in way of explanation. “It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I went out further to get you this Valentine’s candy. I hope you like them.”

Michonne sat up and smiled more widely at Rick.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she chastised, with no real heat behind her words. “Especially not for me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” said Rick, all intense and sincere. “If anyone deserves heart-shaped candy for Valentine’s Day, it’s you.”

Michonne was overcome with emotion (gosh darn pregnancy hormones) and felt tears prickle in her eyes. She reached her empty hand out and caressed Rick’s face.

“Thank you. I love you. But I’d rather have you than some candies.”

Rick turned his head and kissed Michonne’s palm before saying, “You can have it all. You deserve it all.”

Rick then got to his feet and kissed Michonne’s lips firmly.

“Oh,” he said, as if he had just remembered. “I also got you a crate of toothpaste. You’re gonna need to take care of your dental hygiene because I actually got you twenty more packets of those little heart candies.”

“Rick! What about the Pantry and everyone else in the community?”

“Well,” he said with a cheeky glint in his eyes and a crooked smile on his face. “I’m not in love with everyone else. I’m in love with you. Only you.”

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PARTIES: @saithebatguy, @uncannysam TIMING: Mid-June SUMMARY: Sai returns to further discuss Bat Week with Sam! WARNINGS: None!

Sai walked up to Escape Your Fate Comics, this time with a set of posters in hand. They were all bat week branded, featuring bat photos and fun facts along with calls to action that sent people to the conservation society website. He’d have to make a Bat Week page for the occasion. Maybe detailing the local business, and the ways to participate or support the animals.

He was looking forward to talking about Sam again and hearing more of her ideas. He had plenty of his own, but it was always good to breathe some fresh life into projects. The only thing he wasn’t sure on was what to tell her about the comic she’d so kindly gifted him. Fiction never really interested him. The real world was always more interesting, to him at least. The comic hadn’t been much of an exception. He made about half-way through before giving up and skimming the rest and confirming there weren’t really any bats in the comic. The branding was a bit misleading. He probably wasn’t the first one to be thrown off by the batman name.

He was stopping by a little before closing this time, but the store was still pretty empty when he got in, except for one person browsing through comics in the back. Seeing Sam up by the front counter, he walked up. “Sam?” Sai said to catch her attention, and then held up the pile of posters he brought with me. “I’m back to talk more about Bat Week. And I brought a few posters with me too.”

—

Things had been going rather well with someone in town, until they hadn’t, and the relationship just ended without any notice. And while her heart ached, Sam figured there was no sense in dwelling on it all and to just continue one with life one day at a time. Luckily, today hadn’t been so bad, and when she heard the bell over the door and saw it was Sai coming back, a smile came over her face, “Hey Sai!” She had honestly forgotten about Bat Week, even though she had started working on poster and flyer ideas herself not too long after their first meeting, and when he held up his own pile, it had reminded her.

“Right! Bat Week. Hold on.” Running to the back office, Sam rifled through the papers on her desk, until she had found what she was looking for. It was a sketchbook filled with some ideas and layouts she had in mind for him. Nothing finalized, but maybe a start to something that could help.

Coming back out to the front, she laid the sketchbook down on the counter, “You reminded me that I had some of my own stuff I had started working on, and I wanted to get your thoughts.” She smiled warmly at the man, just grateful to have another distraction to take her mind off of another failed attempt at a relationship.

—

Sai flipped through the sketchbook that Sam had brought out. They were good. Better than anything he could come up with. He wasn’t so much for the drawing parts of design. Moving photos and text in Word, he felt more comfortable with. “Wow,” he said. “These are pretty incredible.” He’d expected her to just come up with a few activities for her store, but she’d really taken the idea and run with it. “I’m thrilled you’ve gotten so excited about this, honestly.” He laid the posters he’d brought on the counter. “Not to discount my own work or anything, but I’m thinking maybe we don’t need these, then. If you’d be open to finishing some of those, at least. I could get them printed, and they could be the official materials. I’d be happy to put the credit to your art and all of that.”

“Do you do this art professionally? In addition to,” Sai gestured to the store around them, “all of this.” It would make sense to have a couple of income streams, after all. He’d read that having physical businesses with storefronts could be a risky endeavor. The costs were higher. And the work she was showing him did seem professional caliber to him.

—

Sam was flattered by his compliments. Almost embarrassed. She didn’t know why it was so hard to take a compliment on her art. It was one of her passions after all. And she did do self-published comic books on the side for fun, but not in the hopes of making more money. It was just a hobby. Plus, she had found a little more muse lately in her budding relationship, until it had just abruptly ended. But the art had still been there, and even in her saddest moments, it was something she could get lost in. Just like the pages of a comic book.

“Thank you, and I would be more than happy to finish these up. They’ve been fun, and they’ll be a nice distraction.” Sam looked down at the sketches, before looking back up at Sai, “It’s more of a hobby. I took some art classes in college, and I love sketching, but my heart veered towards owning my own shop, so I could share other people’s work. Like my friend, Maggie’s.” She motioned to one of Maggie’s comics on the counter.

—

Sai glanced over at the comic, but didn’t bother to pick it up. His foray into Batman had been enough to convince him comics weren’t for him, as much as novels weren’t. But he appreciated the sentiment behind what she was saying. He’d seen for himself how generous she was, with ideas and with her work. “That’s nice of you, to support your friends,” he said. “And other artists too. Although with your talent, I’m sure people interested in comics would love to look at your stuff.”

“I did read the Batman comic, by the way,” he said, deciding he might as well rip the band-aid off. “It was… not bad. Not my thing, really. I’m not so much of a fiction person, and I guess the comics are no exception. To be honest, with the name, I did expect a couple more bats.” He glanced around the store. It amazed him that so many people would get this excited about comics. Adults, even. But to each their own, right? “But it was interesting to see what this all is about,” Sai said, nodding back to the store. “So, thank you again, for that.”

—

Sam blushed softly and looked down. Thinking back to the night she first met Sai, the young woman had been glad she had given him a chance. He was a nice guy, and she loved the idea of supporting the bats, and getting the community on board. For as long as Sam had lived in Wicked’s Rest, there were still times when she felt so distant from her neighbors and the people she had grown up around. They all seemed nice enough, but community was supposed to be about closeness and helping each other out. And while she had gotten that from the people her parents knew, the day her store was wrecked, no one nearby had offered to come over and help. It took a passerby to come in, and she would forever be in his debt, “I actually do have a few self-published things stuck around here somewhere. I don’t advertise it, but if people want to buy it, I’m more than happy to sell it to them.”

Sam wasn’t surprised by his answer. In fact, it was refreshing to hear his honest opinion. Comic books weren’t for everyone, and she understood that, “Well I appreciate you being honest with me. I get that they’re not for everyone, and I could see where the title could be misleading.” She laughed softly, “But if I ever do come across one that’s purely educational about bats…” Sam paused, an idea coming to mind. “Actually, what if that’s what I contribute? A comic book about bats. The animal. Not the superhero.” She was curious to know Sai’s opinion.

—

The polite thing might be to offer to buy a couple of Sam’s comics too. Although since Sai already mentioned he wasn’t into them, it would clearly be an empty offer, so he didn’t bother. But he was surprised to hear she made people go looking for them. “I mean, you are the owner of the store,” he pointed out. “I’m sure people would be excited to see your work if they knew about it. It might not seem humble, but a display or something like that could help add local character. There’s nothing wrong with a little self-promotion.” It seemed like maybe she didn’t want the spotlight, but from what he’d seen, she definitely deserved it.

And her idea for a bat comic was a stroke of genius. Sai might not like comics, but plenty of people did. What better way to bring those people into bat conservation? “I think that’s an amazing idea, if it’s something you’re willing to do. I’m always looking for new ways to engage people. Something like that could really get people excited about Bat Week and our local bats. What are you thinking the comic would be about, exactly? I’m happy to contribute any factual information.”

—

Sam liked that Sai understood where she was coming from with her not wanting to display her art, and maybe one day she would get there. Self-promotion was definitely a thing these days. Just ask any social media influencer, “You’re right. I might consider it. Maybe the next time I have an in-store event or something.” She had contemplated displaying it before, but hadn’t gotten into the business of selling her own work. Still it would be a big boost in the area of self-confidence, and Sam knew she could always use more of that.

“I was thinking the comic could be just about bats in general. Interesting facts and figures. More educational than anything. Help you to spread the word about your conservation efforts. If you want to email me a list of facts, I could pull from that?” Sam was already having character ideas in her head and couldn’t wait to sketch them out. Her comic book that was an ongoing project for her may not have been center spotlight for this event, but a fun bat comic would be, and it made this whole Bat Week thing look even more fun. Life may have been crappy lately, but Sai and his beloved bats were easily making it a lot more interesting. “Was there anything in particular you wanted included?”

—

“Well bat week might make a good reason for an in-store event,” Sai pointed out. “And at this point, the whole thing’s going to be a big feature of your work, between the flyers and the comic. Which is not a bad thing at all or anything. I think this all is really going to help it succeed.” The posters were the perfect thing to make people stop and go what is that about. And the comic would be the push they needed to engage further. Publicity was the least he could offer Sam, since he wasn’t paying her. “I’m sure people would want to see more of the artistic talent behind the campaign.”

Sai drummed his fingers along the counter, thinking. Of course, there were endless possibilities of what he wanted to include, but he wouldn’t want to overwhelm Sam or the readers with too much. “I think it would be great to include some key takeaways for readers in there somewhere. Building bat houses, not using pesticides, advocating for bat-friendly policies, that sort of thing. But other than that, I’d really defer to your discretion on how to engage people,” he said. “I can provide you information about the local species, hibernation and migration habits, diet, anything really, that you think might be good to include.”

—

Sai did have a very solid point. Maybe Sam could showcase her comic during Bat Week. Kind of a segway for people who might’ve been interested in her work. She’d consider it, “You do have a very valid point. I’ll consider it, but this is about Bat Week and all the good your idea is going to generate. So you, too, should be proud. Have you gotten any other businesses on-board with the idea?” Sam mindlessly picked up a nearby pencil and began sketching out more ideas as she listened.

“I think that’s a great idea. Thinking maybe getting people to fall in love with the bats with facts and then include towards the end all the information about how people can help out. And send me all of that. You’re the expert at bats. And I’m an expert at drawing.” It felt weird calling herself an expert. Sam had been drawing most of her life, but to say it outloud was just different. But also a small boost to her self-confidence and something that made her smile. “I’ll get a rough comic worked out and then I can send it to you to see what you think, and we can go from there?”

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“Some,” Sai said. “I’m working on it, but I’m sure I’ll be able to get a good number.” It had been a mixed bag really, of interest and flat nos. And there were, of course, establishments with community bulletin boards, who would be supporting it one way or another. Getting the bulk of businesses in town to participate would really come down to persistence in Sai’s eyes. That he had plenty of. “No one who’s matched your enthusiasm yet, though. But I think that’s a pretty high bar.” Besides, with new and improved materials, it would be an even easier sell. Sam work’s captured the vision of the event well, he thought.

“Really, I think whatever you come up with will be perfect,” Sam had a knack for this sort of thing, Sai could tell from the way she talked about it. He didn’t feel any hesitation about leaving the project in her hands. “But I’m happy to take a look partway through, if you like. You already have my email, right?”

—

Sam could only imagine how hard it must have been getting businesses on board, but she admired his dedication, “Well thank you for considering me and coming in that night. I’ve really enjoyed this side project so far. It’s given me a chance to really flex my drawing skills.” She laughed. “But I will keep trying to send more people your way. I know this is probably a pretty daunting task to be taking on alone for the most part.” She really wanted to help him as best she could.

Finishing up a rough sketch of something, she put her pencil down and shut the sketchbook, seeing that it was getting close to closing and there was still one customer remaining, “Thanks for putting that kind of trust in me. And yeah, I’ve got it from our last meeting.” Peaking around Sai, she spoke to the other customer, “Hey Nicky, I’m closing up in ten. Final selection time, yeah?” Sam turned her attention back to the man in front of her, “He’s a regular. He knows the drill. But yeah, I’ll start working on that and get it emailed to you soon. And if I have any other leads or ideas I’ll let you know.”

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“Oh, I’m not alone or anything,” Sai said. “I have my co-founder of the Bat Conservation Society, who’s helping some, and I’d consider you pretty much an equal partner in this project at this point too, if you don’t mind me saying so. Considering how much you’re contributing. But the more people the better. And a personal touch can really make all the difference for getting people involved. So if you know anyone, definitely let them know about it.”

At the mention of closing, Sai started gathering back up the materials he’d brought. She wouldn’t need those anymore, not with the new ones they’d be making, and he got the sense that the meeting was wrapping up. It might just be the start of his night, but it was probably coming up on the end of hers. “No problem, I look forward to hearing more from you. And I’m always open to more ideas. That’s half the fun, right? But I’ll get out of your hair for today,” he said to her, nodding to Nicky too on his way out. “Have a nice night, both of you.”

#para: bat week take 2 #para: sai #saithebatguy #wickedswriting

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allystupid · 1 year

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A first mimin fic yes, might write the smut soon, but not now.

So damn worth it

Miyeon, after a long day, is sitting on her bed with her laptop on her lap. She wanted something to watch, but she'd almost watched everything she's interested in. She's becoming impatient over the second trying to find something. Then, She remembered a show, a sitcom that her girlfriend played as the female lead in, "So not worth it"

Why would she watch it when she's already watched it? She didn't. She never did. The reason, She doesn't like seeing her girlfriend be someone else's. She has attachment and jealousy issues after all. She lied about watching it when asked to avoid worrying about rumors or literally anything.

Miyeon began to watch the first ep, then the following episodes. She was enjoying it until she saw the scene of Minnie missing her pants. Her face turned bright red seeing her girlfriend like that, she paused the video, and thought for a second.

She's a blushing mess looking at her girlfriend and repeatedly thinking of the word fuck in her mind. Suddenly, her overthinking ass thought "He.. fucked her.." and that's what made her a sobbing mess waiting for her girlfriend in bed.

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Miyeon woke up to the doorbell repeatedly ringing. She jolted off the bed and ran to the door, then peeked through the hole tip toeing. It's Minnie on the other side. She frantically opened the door and jumped over to Minnie in a hug.

Minnie lifted the girl and carried her inside closing the door behind her. "Miyeon-ah.. you look like you've been crying, what happened?"

Miyeon, with her arms wrapped around Minnie's neck, looked up and whispered, "I'm.. jealous.." Minnie's eyes widened and quickly dropped her backpack and laid down Miyeon on the couch.

"About what?" Minnie sternly asked, hovering over the older. "You, well- liking him.."

"You're my girlfriend."

"Wh-"

"You're my girlfriend, I love you and nothing can ever fucking change that."

"H- well- him liking you to-"

Miyeon was cut off but Minnie, by a kiss on her lips that quickly turned heated. Considering the two are both singers, it's expected their lung capacities are large, so the kiss lasted a couple minutes. Minnie pulled away, huffing and catching her breath.

"He just likes me, you're the one under me that had just made out with me, and again, you're my girlfriend. He's an admirer."

Minnie took a deep breath, then continued.

"What else. Tell me everything." Minnie looked directly into Miyeon's eyes. She's dead serious.

"D-did.. he uhm... Fuck you-?"

Minnie let out a sigh, then stood up, walking over to her room. After 5 minutes, she came back with something in hand.

"M-MINNIE!"

Minnie was holding a strap, by the dildo. She held it over to Miyeon, "I know you are terrible with hands, so here, fuck me with this. You're amazing with your hips." Miyeon's face turned red, "WHAT!?"

"Didn't you say you were jealous of the thought of him fucking me? Fuck me now."

"W- HUH!? WHY- WHY LIKE THIS!?"

"You feel jealous, inferior. So I want you to feel like the most special person in my life, you already are, I just want you to know and feel it."

Miyeon was taken aback by what her girlfriend would do just for her to ease her jealousy, she smiled and jumped over to Minnie in a hug. She held Minnie's hand that's still holding the strap, "You'll be in for a long night, my love." She whispered lovingly, making Minnie hornier than she already was.

#mimin #cho miyeon #miyeon #gidle #kim minnie #nicha yontararak #fluff #gidle fluff #cute #relationship #minnie

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mizumi-kahago-writing · 2 years

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Under the Cherry Blossoms [Komanami & Hinanami | Kitsune AU]

Late spring, a cherry blossom petal fell on her nose, as she was just cleaning the space in front of the temple. Sneezing it off sleepily, Chiaki didn’t really mind it. Finally, the days were getting warmer, but with it, the flower petals fell, covering the ground, keeping her more and more busy cleaning them up again.

It was almost noon, time for a small lunchbreak, as Chiaki sat down on the front porch of the building. A little brown fox carrying a rice ball wrapped in seaweed in his mouth, dropping it on a porcelain plate another little creature brought.

“Thank you, Hajime.” Patting the small creature on the head, as it transformed in front of her. A handsome young man with animalistic ears peeking up and a wagging tail sat next to her.

“Red bean filling; I know you like it a bit sweeter.” Already munching down on her lunch, she turned to the other canine with the white fur to her right. “And thanks for the plate, Nagito…” commenting quickly on his effort too, as likewise a young boy was now sitting next to her instead of the little fox.

“Ah- Don’t mention it. Now eat up, you deserve a good meal after all the hard work you did this morning.” Encouraging her to enjoy the food.

Tangling her legs off the ledge she looked up, pink petals obscuring her view as she drifted off into an absent minded state. Ever since she could think, she had been living here with these two. The temple was build on a small hill, a good distance away from the city. No one else lived around here. A bit sad, a bit strange. But she was used to this isolated life. Sometimes – rarely - she wondered why she was here; all alone.

No family around, just the occasional classmate coming by and handing her the schoolwork of the day. That reminded her, she hasn’t been in school for over a week by now. Due to her being so busy with her duties, this happens more often than not. Soon someone would show up and remind her to come to class again. As usual.

Just as she let her throughs wander, the sharp squeaking voice of a certain nurse echoed through the narrow alley. Mikan was tripping over the upper part of the staircase leading up to the temple grounds. Followed by a worried looking Sonia, trying to help her up again.

Chiaki greeted them with a soft smile, while Mikan handed her some books and sheets of paper the second after. “H-here’s the material from l-last week. S-sorry we’re so late…”

“Ah, it’s fine. I don’t mind. Thank you.” Receiving the schoolwork from her.

“Chiaki. Excuse my bold request, but what we wanted to ask...” Sonia prompted in between. “…if you could come to class more often again. We know you like it here, but we really miss you. And quite frankly, we are also worried about your wellbeing.” Lowering her voice, a little.

“You don’t need to. I’m perfectly healthy and can catch up on the missed lessons no problem.” Chiaki ensured them.

“That’s… not what I meant.” Sonia adverted her gaze in a gloomy manner. “You’re… all alone here. All by yourself, all the time. Don’t you feel lonely?” Looking at the two canines by Chiaki’s side.

No one besides Chiaki was able to view them as what they truly were: Kitsune – humanoid fox-spirits. Other humans saw them as mere animals; two small foxes.

Speaking of which, the brown one laid down taking a short nap, while the one with the white fur sat eagerly by Chiaki’s side, wagging his tail in excitement.

“I have these two with me, there is no need to feel lonely.” Picking up fox called Nagito and holding it in her arms, while she placed the sheets of paper aside.

“Understood. But please, whenever you feel like it, come back to class. We miss you too.” Bowing down, out of respect for asking such a favor. Chiaki smiled and nodded in return. “Of course. Thank you for coming by.”

“W-we’ll t-take our leave then… please e-excuse us now. G-goodbye Chiaki.” Mikan also sloppily bowed down, before the two of them went their way.

It was true, that Chiaki spend most of her time at the temple. But it was all she really needed: Time for herself to clean, nap, eat, do homework, and play with her two closest mates.

Placing the little dog back down on its paws, it swiftly returned to its human appearance.

“You know, they are not wrong. You do tend to neglect class a lot. I think speaking with other humans, instead of just us, would be great for your mental wellbeing.” Nagito advised, as he followed back to the porch, where she went to sit back down.

Munching down the rest of her lunch, she muffled: “I know… but I like being alone. It’s relaxing… You two are human enough for me…” Not to mention that these two especially could be a huge mess for her to deal with. Not everything was peace and quiet with them, often enough they got into fights or heated arguments, from which she had to clean up the aftermath. They could really be a handful at times.

A sigh from the white-haired man, but it went unheard, as shortly after, Chiaki already drowsed off right in the open. Not even properly finishing her meal, as a grain of rice still stuck to her lips, she already began snoring lightly.

Shaking his head, he decided to pick her up and get her to her futon inside, putting a blanket over her and letting her relax for the rest of the day. Taking over her cleaning duty to free the temple’s entrance from the flood of fallen cherry blossoms.

Hajime on the other hand just decided to watch him, letting his ear twitch from time to time, to get rid of the occasional petal falling on his head. Not a care in the world from the brown fox boy.

Another day, another visit from her classmates. This time, Hiyoko and Mahiru showed up. Well rather said Mahiru went first and Hiyoko just tagged along. As they came relatively early they startled the still sleeping Hajime on the front door, who jumped up with an angry hiss. The fur on the back of his neck and tail standing up straight as he got into a defensive state. But as soon as he realized it was only them, he calmed himself and sat back down.

“Stupid dog… It’s just us two. Stop being so on the edge.” Hiyoko scolded him. Mahiru breaking in to prevent Hiyoko from saying too much. “Uhm… Could you tell us if Chiaki is inside?” Hajime getting up at that request, shaking off his sleepiness and trotting inside, to call for Chiaki, who poked out her head shortly after.

“Ah. Good morning Mahiru and Hiyoko. Sorry I couldn’t come out earlier. I assume you’re here to give me my homework?” Hiyoko just handing her the sheets halfheartedly and Mahiru began to explain. “Its mainly just math and history, I don’t think it’ll be much of an problem for you.”

“Thank you, I’ll take care of it, once I find the time.” Taking the paper and gratefully smiling at them.

“Uhm, hey Chiaki… not to intrude into your privacy… but are you doing alright?” Mahiru wondered about Chiaki’s wellbeing as well. “Huh? You’re the second one to ask. Sonia asked me the same thing yesterday. Is there… a flue going around again?”

Mahiru nodding at that remark with a slightly worried expression. “Not the flue… but its pollen season and… some people in our class take it better than others.”

“Especially that stinky pervert. I’ve heard he had an allergic reaction to bad, his head swelled to the size of his entire body.” Sadistic snickering from Hiyoko in the background.

“Is that so? Then I hope he recovers soon.” Chiaki even wished Teruteru well. “You think so? I think it serves him right. I’m glad he’s absent from class. Then he can’t peek into the girls changing room anymore.” Crossing her arms, Mahiru stepped in once more.

“Anyways, just take care of yourself Chiaki… and please call us if you need something, alright?”

“Sure…” Chiaki replied in her sleepy voice. “I’m just a bit tired because there’s a lot of work piling up… I’ll just take another nap and it’ll be fine.” And with that, the three of them gave their goodbye to each other and Mahiru and Hiyoko left, while Chiaki went back inside.

The past few days she spent cleaning extensively and the last few nights she was busy with whatever schoolwork she procrastinated doing before. Of course, she was sleepy, exhausted even. Nagito and Hajime got quite worried about not only her mental state but also about her physical health.

“You should take it easy.” Hajime recommended. “He’s right, take a break and leave some of the work to us.” Nagito said in addition. Munching on a strawberry pocky while reading some of the books her classmates brought her, Chiaki replied: “Last time I let you two do something you guys almost burned down the kitchen. You’re better suited to stay put and just sit still.” An almost cynic comment from the usual so soft spoken girl.

But she wasn’t wrong: Cooking over an open flame while simultaneously trying to clean the kitchen with cheap bleach usually results in a huge explosion. All of them could be glad that the temple was still standing. In all honesty, they were doing a pretty bad job at being the spirit guardians of this place.

Nagito put a blanket over the still studying Chiaki, as her snack broke off between her lips. “But really, take it easy. You’re already skipping class for almost two weeks now. Maybe return go back to school for once and let us handle the temple. Then maybe… some visitors actually bring offerings to us again…”

That last part sounded melancholic, sad even. Visitors coming and praying at the temple were a rarity, especially during the cold winter months. Its why she wanted to clean up the entire place to the best of her abilities. Maybe it’d attract some new people, giving their offerings to the two shrine gods inhabiting it.

Just a tired hum, as the crumbs of her snack fell onto the pages of the book. Seconds later, she already fell back into the world of dreams. This time Hajime picked up the book from underneath her and put it back on the shelf.

“Let her sleep, she earned it.” Nagito just whispered. “I didn’t plan on waking her up, I was careful.” Hajime replied snarky.

Later that night, after the two foxes also went to sleep, Hajime heard some heavy panting at first, but didn’t think much of it. Maybe it was just Nagito making a mess again, or Chiaki trying to reach the upper shelf for a midnight snack.

However, as the moaning and heavy breathing still didn’t stop after about ten to twenty minutes, Hajime actually decided to get up. Walking over to Chiaki’s room, he found Nagito sitting there next to her.

“What… is the meaning of this?” Hajime standing in the door frame looking down at a clearly heavily panting Chiaki. Her face red and covered in sweat. Nagito sighing Hajime to be quiet with his finger pressed against his lips: “Hush-“

Placing a wet towel on the girl’s forehead. “She’s like this since over an hour at least. And I only just now noticed…” Kneeling down next to the two, Hajime looked around with a confused gaze. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Nagito shaking his head. “Nothing in particular. But she seems to have a high fever…” Tending to Chiaki, who clearly looked like she had caught something. Heavy pants, painful moans and dry groans escaped her throat.

“Any idea what we can do?” Hajime asked. “Well… we could call Mikan and let her look after Chiaki. She is a nurse after all.”

“And how are we supposed to use the phone and tell her? Humans only see and hear us as foxes, dumbass.” Getting back at Nagito for suggesting something so stupid.

“That… is true… but do you have any better idea…?” Nagito said gazing off in the distance with a thoughtful glare.

“We could try and get her attention otherwise? I don’t know…” Hajime suggesting, but he had no clue either.

“W-water… please…” Chiaki’s voice was extremely dry and sounded weak, interrupting their little banter. “Ah, of course. Nagito you stay by her side, I gonna get her a glass of water.” Jolting up and sprinting to the kitchen, he got her an entire jug of fresh water.

“Here, drink this and you’ll feel better.” Slowly placing the glass on her lips and carefully making her swallow. After she was done with the water, she could actually speak some more.

“Please… get me some medicine… I should still have some in the cabinet…in the kitchen.” Suggesting them to get something, Hajime was already on its way. However, this time Nagito stopped him. “You stay here for now, let me get it quickly.” The two really cared for her, a lot.

Nodding, as Hajime sent Nagito off to rummage through the kitchen cabinet. First five minutes, then ten, then almost fifteen. This was getting a bit ridiculous and the sound of shoving vitals from one end of the shelf to the other began to become increasingly annoying.

“Come on Nagito… we don’t have all night.” Getting a bit angry there, he pressed his fist onto the wooden floor. Finally after almost twenty minutes had passed, Nagito shoved open the door. “Uh… bad news. I don’t think we have any cold remedies left.”

Placing his head on his hands, shoving his face deep into his palm. “Great… you could have said so earlier.” Nagito joining the two of them again. “And now…?” Thinking time.

“Well we can’t just leave her like that, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, and I doubt towels and water alone will be of much help either in the long run.”

Both of them looking at her in a state of constant worry. She was getting increasingly worse by the minute.

“We… could try and gather herbs and make medicine out of that?” Hajime suggested.

“There aren’t any herbs growing around here which would help with a fever as high as that. At least none, that I know off.” Nagito shooting down the idea immediately.

“What else should we do? Break into a pharmacy and steal some human medicine?” Sarcastically throwing his hands in the air, adding that to the conversation.

“That…” Rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner. “…might not even be a bad idea. I mean humans just see us as animals… so… if we just rush in quickly, get what we need and vanish as fast as we got inside, no one will notice.”

“You’ve got to be kidding… That’s crazy.” Hajime scolded him.

Another painful groan interrupted them, as both focused on Chiaki in an alarmed state. “Chiaki, are you alright? Tell us, what do you need?”

Chiaki pointed at Nagito, then at her wallet on the shelf behind him. “Get me… some medicine. But don’t steal it… I still should have enough money to pay for one…”

Nagito quickly getting her wallet, checking inside. It wasn’t much, maybe 1500 yen at best. That was all they had left for the rest of the month. No offerings mean no income for any of them.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s nearly enough…” Hajime said after taking a look at the remaining money. “But it’s all we have…” Nagito gave his input. Getting up, Hajime was ready to get going. “Well then, let’s make do with it.”

Nagito’s eyes widened and even sparkled a bit at his enthusiasm on helping Chiaki no matter what, so he followed suit. “Yes, let’s go.”

As Hajime was already on his way out, Nagito tended to Chiaki one last time. Using some of his kitsune illusion magic to give her a little kokeshi doll. Long black hair, sparkling cherry red eyes and a black kimono. “Here’s a little good-luck charm. He’ll watch over you as long as we’re gone.” Whispering her some words of care, as he placed the small wooden doll by her side.

“If something happens, just hold onto it and we’ll make haste to come back.” Making sure she was tugged in nicely, as he then stepped up to Hajime. The two already closing the door behind them, Chiaki muffled: “Those fools… the pharmacy won’t open for another five hours at least…” But then she just fell asleep once more.

Luckily, or maybe unluckily, Nagito still remembered the way to the pharmacy, as he had followed Chiaki around, going there a couple of times in the past. The sun was still far from rising as the two foxes arrived in front of the building. Shockingly the door didn’t slide open as it usually did during the day.

“Ah yeah right… opening times…” Hajime remarked. “But we don’t have time to waste, Chiaki is in danger.” Nagito responded, still very alarmed. “Then any idea how we can get inside?” Scouting the facade of the building, the windows were closed and they also couldn’t spot a ventilation system.

Suddenly Hajime heard steps coming up behind them. Turning around in surprise, they encountered a human, but not any human, it was one of the usual staff members working there. Quickly hiding in the bushes on the side of the road, they watched the older man opened up the door, muffling something inaudible to them.

“No idea how you do that all the time, but this is our chance.” Hurrying in as fast as their tiny paws could carry them, before the door closed shortly behind them. While the man rummaged for something in the storage room further back, the two fox boys had the time to look around by the store front.

Jumping on the counter to get a better look. “So many bottles… which one should we get?”

“I don’t… really know.” Nagito admitted, taking a look at all the medicine presented in the displays. “If we waste our time, reading every single label, that guy leaves without us and we’re locked in till morning.”

Their squeaky barking voices alerted the human in the back, checking the storefront. “I swear I could hear something… must have been the wind.” Then going back to look for his glasses.

The two small foxes hid under the table and only lurked out once the coast was clear again. “Be quiet, he almost caught us.” Hajime hissed at him. Nagito just wagging his tail, as he was walking past him, looking at some of the bottles in the lower shelves.

Leaning against the display he managed to make out some letters on the boxes. “Here, this is all cold remedy.” Hajime walking up to him. “Now which one…” Nagito had already jumped two shelves ahead, looking through the different products all over.

“Are you crazy? Get down here, what if you…” But it was already too late, the old guy came back, standing in the door frame, looking at the two canines inside the pharmacy.

Mouth gasping wide open, clearing his dusty glasses, and taking a second look. “I knew I heard something. What are two wild animals doing in here?”

Both boys froze in shock. “I told you!” Yelping at him, as Nagito just grabbed the next best bottle he could find. Jumping down and knocking over a few other products in the process. All of which shattered upon impact on the ground.

Meanwhile the old geezer got himself a broom and was aiming to hit for the two little ones. Shushing them out with the broad end of the stick. “Get outtha here and don’t even think about coming back.”

In their hurry, Hajime dropped Chiaki’s wallet on the way out, but at least they made it out in one piece. Once they caught their breath a few feet away from the entrance they looked back and heard the door being locked shut.

“Great job… did you at least get the right medicine?” Nagito spat out the little bottle he had in his mouth. Inspecting the label: ‘Cold and Fever Remedy’. “Sometimes I can’t believe how bullshit your luck is.”

But Nagito was proud of himself, as he carried the bottle back home.

Knocking on the door before shoving it open carefully. “Hey, Chiaki we’re back, and we got the medicine.” Nagito greeted her. “…and for some reason it’s even the right one.” Hajime sighed while entering.

Chiaki just looked up at both of them, her face full of confusion. But she was too weak to actually ask how they managed to do that, at this time of the night. “Yeah… don’t even ask…” Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Hajime sat down next to her.

“Nagito, can you prepare the medicine? I’ll wait here and watch over her.”

“Oh, sure, I’ll be back in a minute.” He headed to the kitchen, to get her some more water and tea, to properly digest the liquid inside the bottle.

“So uhm… Chiaki… bad news tho. On our way out… I lost your wallet…”

Turning her head towards Hajime she wasn’t angry about that in the slightest. “It’s fine… there were only like… what 50 yen left in it…?”

“Well, now nothing is left anymore…” Hajime admitted with a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, we’ll try to get it back at the earliest convenience…” Letting his gaze wander over the room while waiting.

Moments later Nagito came back with a little tablet in his hands, a hot kettle of tea and another glass of water placed on top of it.

“I deluded the medicine in the water, as it was instructed on the manual. I also got you some tea, so it isn’t too harsh on your stomach.”

Sitting down next to her as well, he handed her the glass of water, which she gratefully took and gulped it down quickly.

“Thank you, Nagito…”

Despite clearly still feeling sick and feverish, she mustered to give him a small smile.

“I… apologize, that we can’t do more for you.” Nagito spoke up.

“You’re… doing your best already. Don’t worry…” Chiaki reassured them.

“Just… try to get a shut eye too. We… can talk about what happened… tomorrow…” And with that she was already off in the realm of dreams again.

“Guess, that’d be for the better. We can take shifts keeping an eye out for her.” Hajime leaned back while suggesting so.

“Hmm, you’re right. You get back to sleep. Imma keep watch till sunrise, alright?” Nagito offered. “Fine by me.” Hajime already laying back down and shortly after snoozing off too.

Sunrise came, the glistering sunbeams warming up the white sparkly fur on Nagito’s back, tickling Chiaki’s nose, who woke up with a quiet sneeze. Hajime waking up in the process too. “Good morning you two. Slept well?” Nagito greeted them, while yawning himself.

“Hmm… I already feel much better. Than yesterday night that is…” Chiaki slowly sitting up on her futon, as Hajime stretched himself next to her. Giving the little brown fox a pat on the head. “Thank you for taking care of me. But say, where you awake all night just for my sake?”

“Ah, it’s nothing really.” Nagito giving Chiaki a smile, but the bags underneath his eyes spoke for themselves. “Stop pretending and get to sleep already.” Hajime tapping past Nagito. “That… might be … for the better…” Another yawn and he was actually out cold, snoring loudly on the floor in front of them.

“He really had a tough night huh?” Chiaki remarked, caressing the fluffy white furball. “Well yeah. He stayed awake just to watch out for you. Of course, that stressed him out. But say, Chiaki. Are you really doing better?”

Nodding with her usual smile on her face. “Hm. Yeah. I think I can walk again at least.” Getting out of her blanket and hopping in her feet. However, she still had a hard time balancing out her stance and almost tripping over the moment later.

“Hey, careful!” Hajime catching her before she would fall and helping her stabilize.

Then the two of them heard a knock coming from the front door. “A visitor? This early?” Chiaki wondered. “I don’t think it’s one of your classmates already… but you should go and take a look regardless.” Hajime suggested, retreating into his fox form as well, as they approached the entrance.

“Ah good morning, Miss.” The old man from last night. Hajime quickly hid behind the kimono stash. I’d be the worst if the man would recognize him from last night. “Ah, good morning, Sir.” Chiaki knew the staff member, as she had spoken to him a couple of times.

“I apologize for the early intrusion, but it seems some wild beasts stole your wallet and dropped it at my store.” Handing her back the purse Hajime had lost yesterday. Noticing so his fur stood up straight again and he had to suppress a surprised gasp.

“Oh, thank you very much.” Taking back her little wallet, checking what remained of it. The 1500 yen and her ID, as well as some other cards and coupons were still inside. Taking out some of the money, she handed the man 1000 yen.

“Here, as a reward.” But the man declined. “Ah, no, no need to. I know you’re having a harsh time at the moment, so please keep the money.” Putting it back into her wallet, she bowed down. “But still thank you so much for retrieving my wallet and coming all the way here, just to give it back.”

“Ah, you’re very welcome, young Lady. I think, I should leave you some money here instead. This is a temple after all.” The man laughed it off. “Oh, it’s past 9am already? I can’t be late opening up the store. But I will make sure to come by again when I’m free and leave some offerings for Inari-Sama.” And with that the man went off again.

Going back inside, she stored her wallet somewhere secure in her kimono. “Weird how everything always seems to work out…” Chiaki commented.

The following days, she still had to quarrel with the cold she had caught. But with the help of her two kitsune boys, she got back on her feet in almost no time. Catching up on school work, cleaning out the temple, a few visitors came along and actually left a good sum of money.

The days leading up to the hot summer days were approaching rapidly, but she was looking forwards to whatever the future would bring with a smile.

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CHAPTER NINE!!

catching up w updates :) chapter ten is gonna be hell btw. its my favorite action chapter I've written so far. but here. have cute people.

Sun shone in through the cabin window. Royal Milk Tea Cookie groaned, head throbbing with pain still from the incident earlier. Fear struck his core– had he slept through an entire day? Had he forced the crew to waste an entire afternoon and evening just because he had gotten injured? The brown-haired Cookie attempted to sit up quickly but was stopped by a heavy weight against his chest. Looking down, the blue-eyed Cookie saw a crisp brown arm laid across him, connected to a body with hair of gold.

Clotted Cream Cookie looked so peaceful in his sleep. Royal Milk Tea Cookie almost felt guilty shaking him awake. The consul squeezed his eyes together tightly before opening them and looking at his friend. He smiled warmly. “Well, good morning, ambassador.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt his cheeks grow warm before remembering that there was a schedule to keep to. “Did we sleep through the whole day?” He asked, nervous. Clotted Cream Cookie sat up, stretching and slowly moving out of bed.

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s only about three o’clock. I just climbed back into bed to stay with you in case you woke up.” Clotted Cream Cookie placed a hand on Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s cheek. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie flushed a bright crimson, embracing Clotted Cream Cookie before maneuvering himself out of bed as well, approaching the door. “Have we arrived at the Hollyberry Kingdom yet?” He asked, brushing his dress flat.

“I think we just docked, actually. Financier Cookie said she was going to be speaking with Hollyberry Cookie once we arrived. We’d better go check,” Clotted Cream Cookie joined hands with Royal Milk Tea Cookie before opening the cabin door and making their way out to the boat’s deck.

Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt peace wash over him. While so many things were complicated and stressful, having the one Cookie he cared for the most be there for him in times like these was something he’d be forever grateful for. He still would need to apoligize to Financier Cookie for the argument they’d had in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but the blue-eyed Cookie was confident things would start going smoother in the relationship department from here on.

“Lovebirds! You’re finally up!” Captain Caviar Cookie called to the pair. The rest of the crew– Caviar Cookie, Financier Cookie, and the Pearl Legion Cookie, had all made their way onto the port the ship was docked at and were speaking to a wideset Cookie with buns the color of berries.

Financier Cookie had her eyes glued to the set of interlocked hands. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but took a breath and let it go. She had told Clotted Cream Cookie that she would let him pursue Royal Milk Tea Cookie, and that had to be the end of it.

Royal Milk Tea Cookie could see the pain in the paladin’s face, and he tried not to make a point of staring, but he couldn’t help it. He made a gesture toward Clotted Cream Cookie, who nodded and allowed his partner to leave his side. Financier Cookie watched her old friend travel down the ship to meet her at the dock, and tried to stay aloof as he spoke.

“Financier Cookie,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie began, hands fidgeting with the gloves he wore. “I’m sorry for our argument in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. I understand we both had feelings for Clotted Cream Cookie, and it was rude on both of our parts to ignore each other. I hope that in the future we can remain friends as we were when we were children?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie smiled nervously, awaiting a response.

“I wish you and Clotted Cream Cookie the best, Royal Milk Tea Cookie. I’m sorry for how I’ve acted toward you. As time passes, I am sure we will remain quite close friends.” A small smile was on the paladin’s face, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie grinned at the fact. He let out a deep sigh, happy to resolve at least one of the many issues he was facing.

“What a happy group of friends! I remember when I was having issues with Pure Vanilla Cookie for a while! Oh, how nice it is to come to an understanding.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie turned swiftly to face Hollyberry Cookie, the Queen Mother of the kingdom he was standing on presently.

“I’m so sorry, your majesty!”

“Oh, don’t be!” Hollyberry Cookie lagged heartily, shoving Royal Milk Tea Cookie playfully, who had to balance himself quickly. He was quite short, and Hollyberry Cookie was quite strong. “It’s always nice to see how the world has changed. I sense you’re all coming from the Dark Cacao Kingdom?” The group of Cookie nodded, Clotted Cream Cookie having rejoined the group and relinking hands with Royal Milk Tea Cookie. “And I understand that you did not find who you were looking for there?”

“No, your majesty. Just a fancy meal and a dragon attack!” Captain Caviar Cookie remarked, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, there are no dragons here! And unfortunately, no dragon hunters either. Knight Cookie isn’t someone that visits many kingdoms. Last I’d heard, he was at the Vanilla Kingdom, visiting from Parfaedia after a dragon tried to attack the Wizard City!” Hollyberry Cookie informed her guests, who all felt disappointed that this was going to be yet another stop that was accompanied by no further findings.

“And you’ve never heard of an Oat Milk Cookie, have you?” The Pearl Legion Cookie tried, hoping to assist the journey. Hollyberry Cookie thought for a moment.

“We did have a very powerful healer journey through our midst about a month ago. She said she was fleeing some sort of danger from her hometown… Oh! A Milk Villager! This was Oat Milk Cookie, wasn’t it?”

“Yes! Do you know where she is now?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie tried, desperate for the answer to be a resounding “yes.”

Alas, Hollyberry Cookie shook her head sadly. “No, young one. She came through and healed several of my knights, but then she was on her way across the sea. If this is connected to your Knight Cookie, however, I would assume she’s at the Vanilla Kingdom as well.”

What a useless journey, Royal Milk Tea Cookie thought angrily. Stop after stop, and yet they were no closer to finding these cursed Cookies that had caused him so much trouble. Angry at his true parents, angry at the dragon, and angry at everything else, Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt his jam boil, and the pearls that hovered around him slowly started to grow into larger masses, earning eyes and mouths as the Licorice Beast had had.

“Oh, goodness,” Hollyberry Cookie’s demeanor had shifted, no longer was her voice filled with proud joy. Her body language was stressed, as though she was ready to attack with her shield at any moment. “Dark Cacao Cookie wasn’t lying when he said you had great power within.”

“He spoke to you?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s licorice blobs dropped to the ground.

“Yes, young royal. He mentioned that you were a part of the Ancient bloodline, but I had my doubts.” Holleyberry Cookie steadied herself. “It’s about a day’s journey to the Vanilla Kingdom. How about we all relax in the palace for the night? Maybe some other Cookies have a hint as to the whereabouts of Knight Cookie and Oat Milk Cookie.”

The small group of Cookies departed from the dock, heading into the main square, and walking past all sorts of merchants within the Hollyberry Isles. There were bars lining the paths as well; never was the land of juice ever lacking in its namesake. Royal Milk Tea Cookie remembered Mulled Juice Cookie mentioning some juice from the kingdom. To think that his introduction to the convocation was merely days ago. Royal Milk Tea Cookie took a breath and tried to focus on the present rather than the past.

Merchants tried to approach the newcomers, but Hollyberry Cookie quickly dismissed them, claiming the group had more important matters to attend to.

“Don’t mind them,” The Ancient Cookie assured her new cohorts. “Everyone gets excited when we have tourists. This is the busiest we’ve been in centuries! After the council where we allowed the Crème Republic to utilize Soul Jam, visitors have been plentiful!”

The merchant square soon gave way to the royal gardens, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie couldn’t help but feel at home. He missed the tropical flowers at Oyster Manor and the greenhouse that was in the very center of the gardens. Playing hide-and-seek with Financier Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie when they were younger. Tears welled up in his eyes as he reminisced and Royal Milk Tea Cookie sniffled as he wiped them away.

Clotted Cream Cookie had taken notice of his partner’s distress. He laid a hand on his shoulder, halting their movement for only a moment. “Is everything alright, Teacup?” Clotted Cream Cookie asked.

Royal Milk Tea Cookie nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes, I’m fine. Just homesick.”

Clotted Cream Cookie pulled the shorter Cookie in closer, continuing the walk with their shoulders pressed tightly together as a form of comfort. Royal Milk Tea Cookie relished in the feeling.

As the Cookies walked through the bushes and berries all perfectly pruned, they eventually approached the marble stairs and arches that were the entrance to the Hollyberryian castle. The construction was nothing if not regal: beautiful rose domes for ceilings, golden accents alongside most of the windows and doors, and ivy climbing the marble walls. The Republicans were in awe at the similarity to their own homes, and yet immense difference that was present.

“It’s like the great hall!” Captain Caviar Cookie remarked, staring up at the cavernous ceilings. “Except we’ve got a much prettier blue color. Sablè Cookie would be jealous another kingdom had similar construction, wouldn’t she Royal Milk Tea Cookie?”

The blue-eyed Cookie chucked lightly. The uptight elder was always bragging about her contribution to the Republic through the construction of monuments. “Oh, she’d be furious. Another Cookie having the same ideas as her? Preposterous!”

Hollyberry Cookie joined in with laughter. “Oh, no. Your Republic was formed after our many kingdoms, remember? I’ll bet she based your homes off of this very castle!”

The Republicans all shared a look with each other, making a mental note to ask Sablè Cookie about her inspiration once they all returned home. More like if they returned home, Royal Milk Tea Cookie thought. There was still the threat of the great green dragon destroying his home and his parents.

“Here we are!” Hollyberry Cookie announced loudly, the echo no longer present from the main room of the great castle. “This is the hall you all will be staying in. There are several rooms and many with more than one bed if that’s what you may prefer,” The Queen Mother winked at Clotted Cream Cookie and Royal Milk Tea Cookie. “Get settled in! I’ll call you all to the dining hall later on. The library is on the third floor if you wish to explore, the gardens are where we just came from, and anywhere else is free reign!” Hollyberry Cookie ended her speech and spoke quieter as the addressed the main Cookie of the journey, “I hope you find some valuable information, Royal Milk Tea Cookie.”

He nodded graciously. “Thank you, Hollyberry Cookie.”

The group bid each other a short farewell, all turning to find an empty room to house themself for the rest of the day. It was early evening. Royal Milk Tea Cookie had plenty of time to interview the locals to see if anyone knew anything about his parents.

“Royal Milk Tea Cookie!” He turned to see the consul poking his head out of a room with a golden-crested door. “Come! Come look inside these rooms!”

Putting aside the goal of the quest for a moment, Royal Milk Tea Cookie ventured inside the room only to be met with one of the most regal bedrooms he’d ever seen in his life. The Dark Cacao castle’s rooms were comforting and peaceful, but this was magnificent. A circular bed with fur lining all of the edges of the blankets and pillows was in the center of the left wall, with a sheer pink canopy draping above it. There was a great dresser across from the bed, deep chocolate in color and it could only be described as one of the most carefully crafted pieces of furniture Royal Milk Tea Cookie had ever laid his eyes on. The walls were rosy and sparkling, and the scent of fresh berry juice filled the air. The Hollyberry Kingdom was a hotspot for honeymoons, and the Republican Prince could see, no, smell why. If life was normal and he and Clotted Cream Cookie were to ever take a vacation, this would be the spot.

“Are you daydreaming about what I think you are, Teacup?” A sweet voice whispered right beside the short Cookie’s ear, making his jam rush to his face, embarrassed about the implications.

“Of course n-not!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie fidgeted with his gloves, looking anywhere but at the golden-haired Cookie behind him. “I was simply marveling at the room’s design!”

Clotted Cream Cookie laughed. Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt his heart swell. He sighed and nodded slowly.

“AHA!” Clotted Cream Cookie exclaimed. “I knew it!”

“All of the couples from the Republic have come here! Of course, I was going to think about it!”

“All of the couples, hm?” Clotted Cream Cookie walked toward his partner, wrapping his arms around the shorter Cookie, and pulling him close. “Are you telling me it's our turn?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie could feel his breath against his neck and nearly lost his composure then and there.

But he regained it and put on a dismissive mask. “Clotted Cream Cookie!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie laughed, pushing the perverted consul off of him. If this was purely for fun, he would have given anything to let Clotted Cream Cookie sweep him up off his feet and spend hours upon hours wrapped in the silken sheets of the Hollyberrian bed. But alas, there were serious tasks to get done and Royal Milk Tea Cookie would have to wait until his quest was complete to indulge in… personal matters.

“Alright, ambassador. I get the hint.”

“You’re moving too fast, anyway.”

“Too fast?”

“Yes!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie insisted. “You’ve only just told Financier Cookie that you would never and have never held feelings for her. You should be more considerate of how we behave.”

Clotted Cream Cookie’s face fell only slightly. He understood what Royal Milk Tea Cookie meant. Both Cookies had been waiting their whole lives for the time they’d be able to hold each other close, but there were still so many obstacles in the way. Cookies’ feelings, near-death experiences to be faced, and even parental pressure. The consul nodded, understanding how things would have to go.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t rush into things, should I?”

“No, you shouldn’t.”

“Done. No more rushing.” Clotted Cream Cookie approached his partner with a smile, walking past him and reopening the door they had just entered from. “I hope that doesn’t apply to the task at hand, though. If you want to find out anything about Knight Cookie or Oat Milk Cookie then we’d better get going!” He raced out the door, silently challenging Royal Milk Tea Cookie to a race through the castle to wherever they’d find information first. The Oyster heir grinned, accepting the challenge and dashing out of the room, chasing Clotted Cream Cookie down the halls.

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