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encrucijada · 2 years

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PÍA RAMBLES #7

if you've been around then you know about my walking disaster character adam rubio and his (ex)girlfriend piedad narváez. they're from a pjo rp i share with @chaoticdecember. it just so happens i love the characters so much i decided i needed to create an original ip for them to exist in, something that was mine (and fluffy's) because i cannot let these characters stay just as pjo ocs.

not that i hate them for being pjo ocs. in fact they're some of my favourite. they are well-rounded characters inside the pjo universe, they play with the formula. they show a side we barely get to see in the books (the titan army, the demigods luke's age). their powers that abide by the rules of pjo are cool, the conflicts that abide by the rules of pjo are cool... i just wanted something that was mine. and that wouldn't require people read all of pjo to understand.

enter: KEEP STARING AND I'LL NEVER FALL ASLEEP.

you will also find this referred to as greek tragedy! yes, with the exclamation mark.

i have done no writing prior to posting this! unless you count the thousand of words worth of fanfic of my own ocs in the pjo version of them (if you're reading this you probably know about pointed north, aka all those snippets of adam being a wet cat of a man because his ex won't give him the time of day... this is like 10k words alone).

so i'm gonna tell you about the worldbuilding and the character setup because i'm so excited about it!!!

genre & category: urban fantasy, adult

here's the short summary: people wear animal masks to ward off the monsters prowling the city, there are eyes painted on the faces of buildings, and the dreamers are on tv... not malcolm and adam though. after failing to stop their old team members from killing one of the oneiroi, the dreams walking among the regular people, they take less glamorous jobs and stew in anger (or at least adam does, malcolm says he's moving on). when adam's patron gives him instructions on where to find their old team members they find with them a bomb waiting to go off: a dreamer kid with the ability to kill people in their sleep.

and here's the long summary:

welcome to a world just like our own! if nightmares prowled through the cities and everyone had to wear an animal mask for the chance of warding them off. in this world dreams walk among the people and dreamers are what you call the people whose lives belong one half to wakefulness and one half to sleep. they are the only ones who can enter the domains of other dreams and take special artefacts, and for this reason dreams — or oneiroi — seek them out and make the agency known of their existence. with nowhere else to go that would teach them how to navigate this double life safely, the dreamers stay and they respond to the call of the oneiroi. in return, they get a good helping of recognition and a chance for their oddity to be seen as the perks of a celebrity.

luke's* team was the best in the business. teamed up less as a necessity and just as a matter of friendship. despite of what it seems like, being a dreamer isn't all that glamorous, you get tired of hearing you're fated for greatness without seeing the results. mutiny stirs within the agency, with luke and three others going rouge. culminating in the biggest sin of all: luke traps an oneiros within himself. their remaining still loyal team members, malcolm and adam, are set on their trail with clear instructions of not letting the oneiros come to harm. the only witnesses of what happened that day are their three remaining disgraced team members, luke is dead and so is the oneiros within him.

now, adam and malcolm are demoted. no longer the darlings of the agency they take less glamorous jobs. until adam's patron oneiros contacts him in dreams and directs him to the hiding place of their old friends. there they find they're hiding more than just themselves. they have with them a boy with a unique and deadly ability, that of killing people in their dreams.

woah, okay, so that's the setup! it was a lot, i know, but... worldbuilding.

what are the nightmares? the nightmares are me reusing the same monster concept for all of my wips because i find eldritch animals to be very cool. they're lovecraftian horror type animals that populate the world and are basically my excuse to why the characters are good with weapons because everyone is armed and knows how to defend themselves in case they're attacked. i also just adore the animal masks aesthetic so i wanted to use that here, and yes this also recycled from like 4 other wips don't even @ me. the masks' purpose is to sorta repel the monsters, as it gives you an uncanny appearance — sort of like theirs! so they won't attack on sight. the "eyes painted on the faces of buildings" are meant to help out with warding the nightmares, keeping them from overpopulating. sort of like the eyes on moth wings.

what are the dreams (oneiroi)? the well-adjusted cousins of the nightmares. they are my stand-in for the gods in pjo. they abide by their own laws and as part of these laws it dictates they can never cross paths with one another or grab each other's stuff. they don't affect the world around them, at least not the waking world, and a slight change in one of them would affect all of them. for example, if there was a gravity oneiros and they were killed, all the oneiroi would start floating. their appearance is very optic illusion-based. are they human? animal? something else? yes. the main thing people notice is they don't have to wear masks when walking around outside.

what are the dreamers and how do they work? with the oneiroi being unable of meddling with each other, that's where they dreamers come in. dreamers touch oneiroi artefacts, enter their domains, etc. just like demigods they are affected by both worlds, responding to human logic and dream logic. the core aspect of a dreamer is their ability of bringing things from their dreams (oneiric creation), though not everyone does it the same or is even capable of it... okay let me explain. most dreamers can bring things from their dreams, when they do they create dreamwaste, which'll usually correspond to their patron oneiroi (which is the oneiroi who found them and took them to the agency). it could be raw light, could be plants, could be cotton, feathers, paint, whatever. other dreamers have more niche abilities, such as dreamwalking, or they can only bring back one type of object but they create no dreamwaste.

and finally, what is the agency? i'm not exactly sure yet. i knew i didn't want an "academy of superpowered kids" type thing, but i still needed a central hub where the main cast met because it is essential that they know each other since they were kids. the agency, at least rn in the early stages of writing, is little more than an office where dreamers are taken to after being picked by a patron and it's a place where they can hone their abilities and eventually get picked for errands and jobs by the oneiroi. being a dreamer is kind of a big deal in this world. there is no veil between the fantastical world and the known world in this story, like pjo with the mist, no the fantasy world is everyday life. normal people know of the oneiroi, they live with the nightmares in their backyards, and dreamers for them are like small celebrities. the agency also takes care of the image.

let's talk characters! bullet point style

luke*. getting him out of the way rn. yes, this is luke castellan from pjo except he's my oc now. i'm probably gonna keep using luke as his name all through drafting and then find something new later to claim originality. if i wanted to explain him i would have to sit down and talk how he relates or doesn't relate with his pjo self... so i won't. instead i'll tell you his mask is shaped like a serpent (hermes). and he's a very special type of dreamer because he can bring anything from his dreams without creating any dreamwaste, making him the golden boy of the agency.

hudson moretti. fluffy's oc and originally a son of hypnos, so he fits pretty cosy here. his mask is the bear which just felt right as fluffy and i call him a big teddy bear all the time. his dreaming niche is dreamwalking! he can't bring anything from his dreams but he can visit anyone's dreams. he can also "discard" dreams, which essentially means taking dreams from others and getting rid of them. he does this a lot with his friends when they're having nightmares. as he doesn't bring anything out, he creates no dreamwaste.

piedad narváez. my girl! originally a daughter of urania which is why i have given her the rabbit mask, moon symbolism. another one with a particular niche. i'm sure you all know piedad's thing(tm) is she has premonition abilities which is essential to her character. when translating that into this story the obvious change was that she now receives those premonitions from her dreams, but this limits what she can bring back which always relates to those premonitions. her dreamwaste is glitter.

ericka mulligan. she belongs to royalbookblog and was originally a daughter of demeter. her mask is that of an antlered deer. she is a typical dreamer, capable of bringing anything she wants. her dreamwaste is plant life. probably the one most loyal to luke and would put her hands in the fire for him. makes up for her lack of niche by being the one making sure everything is running smoothly around here.

adam rubio. the previously mentioned wet cat of a man. originally a son of apollo, he wears the hawk mask. another typical dreamer, his dreamwaste is light. has a strained relationship with his mother, walking bisexual disaster, stands out in that he spent most of his time in the agency as a child as his mum tended to leave him there like it was a babysitting service.

malcolm*. oops we stole another canon character. malcolm pace is a son of athena we aged up and who became hudson's love interest. now thanks to pointed north he's also adam's best friend. he wears the owl mask and he's a typical dreamer, his dreamwaste is ink. unlike luke his name will stay as malcolm, i will only be changing his lastname.

nico*. OOPS ANOTHER ONE. i'm sure you all know who nico is, he's the son of hades. he wears the goat max and he's the kid with the ability to kill people in their dreams. he's a hudson type where he can dreamwalk but instead of being able to discard dreams, he can... well, kill people in their sleep. his name is definitely going to be changed don't worry. nothing will remain the same about him, no backstory or anything, aside from him being an orphan.

the story itself takes place after luke's mess has mostly fizzled out. it's been little over a year. piedad, hudson and ericka are missing in action. adam and malcolm are getting booed by tweens on the street because they're no longer the cool dreamers on the block. killing that oneiros had lasting consequences, remember what i said about them abiding by their own laws? and the hypothetical case of a gravity oneiros? there is no gravity oneiros but you catch my drift.

we have some carried over conflict from everything fluffy and i have developed about these characters in the pjo version. luke being a classical tragic hero who is taken down by his own fatal flaw. his friends believing in him to their own detriment in the end. piedad receiving a premonition of his fate but keeping it to herself. the rift between hudson-luke-piedad-ericka and malcolm-adam. piedad almost killing adam on purpose. ericka being in love with luke but luke never fully returning that affection. adam's patron (stand-in for apollo from the pjo version) telling him where to find the deserters. also apollo having a sorta thing with piedad (she has two hands).

i don't know what else to say! so i'll leave you with the opening line (this is from the prologue which will be a rewritten one-shot from the pjo version)

Piedad watched the dream and waited to wake up.

cheers,

pía

#pia rambles #pia.docx #( wip ) greek tragedy!

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mysticarcanum · 1 year

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"No one cares about your cat" is so silly for all the reasons you said Plus this is the internet, where basically everyone cares about every cat, by virtue of being a cat 😭

SO TRUE ANON and also now i need to show the world pictures of my special little girl, hydra (aka hydrangea hydration hydrologic hydroponic hydrogen bomb [mylastname])

she's a spoiled little princess who gets her wet food breakfast delivered to her in her cat tent outside so she can dine while observing the birds and squirrels. she has a rotating menu of ten different flavours because she gets bored if she eats the same food two days in a row. she gets brushed twice a day because she is sososo vain and needs to be pretty all the time. she gets fresh picked catnip from the forest. whenever she uses her litter box she immediately runs as fast as she can to the other side of the house and screams. she follows me from room to room and sleeps on my tummy. her favourite treat is whipped cream (but she only gets it on her birthday). she's nine years old and i adopted her when she was six. she has broken her tail twice and now it makes a question mark shape when she walks around. her favourite toy is this purple crinkly toy that she carries around and snuggles with to sleep. she destroyed the first one so i have bought a ton of replacements so i can swap it out without her knowing. i love her sosososososo much

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smol-tired-binch-blog · 1 year

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what are some oc projects you've been working on, if any? do you have a favorite oc or one that you've had since you were little?

I do actually have a Big Project that I want to get a bit more done on before I start actively posting about it, but I will say that the plan is for it to be a candygore webcomic. It's gonna be based on some OC designs I originally made to be cute charms/shirt prints but then I named them and next thing I knew I had a story that'll take a few years to tell. I'm very excited for it though, as I really wanna bring something new to the table for candygore, even if it is a very niche aesthetic!! I wouldn't say I've had OCs since I was "little" as as a kid I had my dolls and figurines so they weren't fully original, yknow? Plus I liked drawing little characters a lot and always gave em names and themes, I've always liked character design, but they rarely got development. However at around 14-15 I started making OCs which were. Varying Degrees Of Original (a fair few were Creepypastas lmao plus a ROTG OC. Willow I miss u bbygirl <3) But my TRUE favourites started to get created when I was around 18 and they've been able to be developed since then since I got access to digital art programs and therefore could make silly little doodles.

My NEWEST favourite is my self-indulgent Yakuza OC but I mostly ramble about him in Discord, but we got some older favourites:

The Three Amigos, aka Hettie Fontaine (a magic user who somehow ended up getting mixed up with demons), Demonette (her self-assigned best friend and demon who loves girls as much as she loves fire) and Mono Monreau (Demonette's goth half brother who has suddenly been dragged into the demonic half of his heritage). I love these three, they're so silly

Agatha Alletage, the Time Demon. She's mental and fucked up and beautiful and I love her so much. She fully owns the fact that she belongs in Hell and yet she's very polite and courteous and surprisingly kind, but unfortunately she also highly enjoys her work, which involves studying and experimenting with time....but her methods are involve more bloodshed than you'd like.

Florence Farina, the Cupcake Demon. A newer one who's almost a foil to Agatha, in that she's also a serial killer but doesn't even seem to ACKNOWLEDGE she's in Hell. She's a sopping wet cat of a woman who always looks like she's on the verge of snapping or bursting into tears, who knows. There's Many Things Wrong With Her and I love her. Would love to work on her more

Hope you enjoyed the long-as-hell response that I am known and presumably loved for here at Tumblr dot com <3 Genuinely thank you for asking about my blorbos, I need to chat about them more and actual develop these ^u^ This don't even cover my fandom OCs lmao

#smol responds #smol's demonverse #smol's OCs #OC: Hettie Fontaine #OC: Demonette #OC: Mono Monreau #OC: Agatha Alletage #OC: Florence Farina

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ba-katsuki · 3 years

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Breakfast in Bed

In celebration of Bakugou Day aka Bakugou’s birthday 💥🎂🧡

A/N: this is my first ever Bakugou fanfic ahhhhh! I am excited and nervous to post this but I was super inspired by my favourite writer of all time, Jo @lady-bakuhoe, I feel like I keep repeating the same descriptors urghhh im so sorry </3 Anyways, i hope you enjoy this very thirsty and dirty story ft the best boi

Word count: 3.3k

Synopsis: Bakugou had such a hard day at work that he could barely stay awake when he came home to you. And when he wakes up earlier than needed the next day, he decided to treat himself to some delicious breakfast in bed 🤤 it’s what he deserves anyway

*The beginning is some Bakugou fluff and NSFW starts after the line break.

Warnings: 18+, minor somnophilia, cunnilingus ... a lot of it (Y/N receiving), squirting, minor spit play

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Bakugou came home after a long night of patrol and hero work. You were in bed waiting for him as always, ready to greet him. His footsteps were heavy, a clear sign of just how exhausted he is. As he entered the bedroom, you ran up to him with a smile. “Welcome home Katsuki! How’s work today?”

“Okay,” he murmured as he sinks into the edge of the bed. He didn’t even give you the usual kiss on your cheek. His eyes were droopy and his movements slow. It must have been a rough day at work. He struggles to strip out of his winter suit but gives up halfway, choosing to just flop onto the bed.

You rush to help him out of his winter suit and head to the bathroom to grab a face towel, wetting it with warm water. You know very well Bakugou is strong, both physically and mentally, and he enjoys every moment of being a hero - a top one at that. A rough day at work isn’t going to bring him down, but looking at his scarred body and his exhausted half-asleep face while wiping him down, you can’t help but ache a little. You lift his head onto a pillow, lay down next to him and wrap your arms around him, appreciating his smooth skin against yours and his body heat. You tuck yourself under his chin and he subconsciously moves closer to you, snuggling you tighter.

“Love you baby” he murmurs.

You smiled and pulled him closer, as close as you possibly can. “Love you too Katsu.” You gently stroke tufts of hair at the nape of his neck as the steady rise of his chest and his soft snores lure you to sleep.

Bakugou woke up to his usual alarm. He was given a later call time after yesterday night events but was so tired he forgot to change his alarm. He reset his alarm and tried to go back to sleep but caught sight of you all tucked into his arm, face squished up against his firm chest - your favourite sleeping position. He can’t help but let out a chuckle and gently brush your hair aside to admire your sleeping face.

Being a hero is hard work, but the past week seemed especially hard and chaotic for some reason, and it’s been a while since he had the time to spend quality time with you. You shifted in your sleep and your shirt - more like the oversized shirt you stole from Bakugou - rides up and showed off your soft belly and full thighs, as well as the cute little cotton panties you wore.

Sleep was no longer on his mind. He untangled himself from you, moving to hover over you. He gave a soft kiss on your cheeks. And then your neck. Then your collarbone. Making his way down your body. He pushes his shirt further up your torso to expose your breast. He takes one in his hand, careful to not be too rough and wake you up, and massage your breast in his hand. Feeling the softness. He reaches down and gives your nipple a little kiss, followed by a long slow lick, circling your nipple several times. He gives your other breast the same treatment as you give a little whine and shifts slightly, still sleeping.

Bakugou then kisses down your belly, his right hand gripping the soft skin of your waists, dragging it down as he went. He reached your clothed sex and press his nose to your pelvis, feeling the softness. You are just so so soft, every part of your body and skin. The soft to his hard and he loves it.

He lifts and parts your thigh slightly. You shift again and groan, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position but Bakugou firm grip stops you from moving your bottom half. He presses his nose into your core and takes a deep breath, inhaling your intoxicating scent. He presses a firm kiss on your clothed clit and then another. He grips your thigh to part them further. His lips find the fullest part of your thighs and latched on. He sucks on the skins, leaving a red blotchy spot on your thigh, and his tongue darted out to lap at the hickey created, clearly proud of his mark.

His hand trails up your thighs and plays with the elastic band of your panties as his lips returned to your clothed pussy, leaving opened mouth kisses, tasting the juices that tainted the cotton.

“Katsu...ki?” you whined and question, your voice deep and scratchy from sleep. Your hands move to rub your eyes, trying to clear the fogginess.

“Hey baby” he lifts himself from between your thighs and greets you with a firm kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing ‘Tsuki?” You turn to look at the digital clock at your bedside table, 05:30 glaring at you. “Don’t you have to leave for work?”

“Not in another 2 hours babe. They gave me a later call time” he murmurs in reply, lips too busy kissing your shoulders. He then licks a strip behind your ear, your sensitive area, and you squirm. Letting out a little giggle that is music to his ears.

“And instead of sleeping, you decided to... be horny?” You joked, stretching out your tired body before rest your hands on his broad muscular shoulders.

He chuckles, rubbing his nose against yours. “It’s not my fault my girlfriends look so fucking tempting in her sleep”, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

“Aren’t you tired? You looked like you were going to shut down last night.” You cup his cheeks lovingly in your hands as you gazed at him with concern.

He leans into your touch and kisses the palm of your hands. “Don’t worry baby I’ve rested enough. Besides, no amount of sleep is worth missing out on that sweet little pussy” he smirks. He slips his hands underneath the band of your panties and tugged them down.

Your pussy was completely drenched, without you even really knowing. He groans at the sight of your wet pussy and brings your panties up to his nose to inhale the scent of your aroused cunt.

You stare at your boyfriend, admiring his stunning face and the rippling hard muscles that covers his torso. You watch his eyes close as he breathes in deeply, your panties covering the bottom half of his face. It was supposed to be a shameful and possibly embarrassing sight. This was after all a grown-ass man, YOUR grown-ass man, sniffing your panties like a horny teenage boy. But you were so turned on.

You lift his shirt off your body and toss it aside. Your eyes trail down his body. His broad shoulders, firms abs, thick muscular thighs kneeling between your thighs. You lick your lips at the sight of his bulge. You weren’t surprised to find out that Bakugou also had an exceptional cock. this guy is blessed with everything after all.

He was hard...very hard. The tent in his boxers looked painful and his cock was threatening to push out of the waistband, his flush tip just barely visible from where you are. His precum had oozed out and soaked into the waistband, leaving a dark spot.

You rub your thighs together, trying to create some fiction. Gosh, this man was irresistible. He catches you staring at him and his mouth quirks up to that cocky smirk of his that you know so well and love.

He leans down, almost like a predatory cat ready to pound, his eyes never leaving yours. He rubs your thigh, his calloused hand causing a pleasurable tingle up your spine as you let out a moan, pressing your thighs tighter together.

“Now now... don’t keep it all to yourself baby girl” he suddenly grips your thighs and pulls them apart harshly, spreading you out and exposing every inch of your wet fluttering pussy to him. He stares at you through his lashes, those vermillion staring at your lustful. He makes a show out of licking his lips, watching your face scrunch up in need. He blows at your pussy, making you squirm and whine. This man is such a tease

“Let me taste that delicious pussy of yours. Okay, baby?” You don’t know why he bothered to ask because immediately after, he dove straight into your dripping cunt. His tongue circling your lips roughly and then thrashing on your clit, giving hard pleasurable licks. You involuntarily lift your hips and move, hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turns white, a slew of lewd noise leave your mouth. Bakugou growls, unhappy with your movement and he presses his hands on your pubic bone, holding you down as he feast.

He brings your clit into his hot mouth and sucks. Hard.

“Fuck Katsuki!” You let out a scream and throw your head back in pleasures, eyes rolling to the top of your head. Needless to say, he was very pleased and suckle your clit even harder, causing you to moan even louder.

He releases your clit with a pop sound and smirks up at you. “You’re gonna wake the neighbours up ya know.” This time, he chooses to lick around your dripping core. Running his tongue through your labia, circling it. Licking everywhere except where you desperately wanted ... no needed... him to.

“Katsuki...pl-please...” you pleaded, hands getting hold of his lush blonde locks, trying to push him in the direction of your core.

He didn’t budge and only proceeds to tease you more. “what’s wrong baby? Did you forgot how to ask properly?” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gives your sensitive clit a few kitten licks.

“Please Katsuki please” you whined.

“Oh but I don’t know what you want, my love. If you want something, you need to use your big girl words and tell me.” This man then had the nerve to pull your lips apart, exposing your twitching wet core and teasingly lick the circumference. “Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Kat-katsuki... I want... I want ... ahhh please!” You said between pants and moans, barely able to form a proper logical sentence. “ I want you... I want you t-to fuck me AH fuck me with... ahhh Katsuki... fuck me with your tongue please Katsuki please” you finally managed.

“Good girl.”

He pries your lips further apart and dove in. He pushes his hot tongue into your dripping core and thrashed it around inside. Your walls clench around him in pleasure and he groans hungrily, the pace at which he is thrusting his tongue into you speeds up.

The noises he is making between your thighs are beyond sinful...and such a turn on for you. A mix of slurping sounds and Bakugou’s deep guttural groan only made your walls clench around him harder and tighter.

He dug both hands under your ass and lifts you closer to his mouth, to tongue fuck you deeper. With one hand supporting your weight from behind, the other arm wrap around your thigh, his fingers finding a comfortable spot on your pubic bone and his thumb finding its way to your clit. He presses down hard, inciting a high pitch moan from you, and then rubs furiously.

“F-FUCKKKKK KATSUKI OH MY GOD FU-FUCK AH KATSUKI!” Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure and you felt yourself reaching your high. “Katsuki I’m... I’m ... gonna ahhh I’m gonna cum Katsuki... gonna cum!”

“Mhmmm cum for me baby girl. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste that sweet cum of yours.” He harshens the assault on your clit and shoves his tongue deeper into you, leaving you screaming and body twitching as your climax hits you.”

“Good girl baby... fuck you taste so good” he moans as he slows down his thumb, bringing you down from your high.

“Katsuki...”

Bakugou’s face was covered in your juices. He looks up at you and throws you a wicked grin, clearly satisfied with the meal. You thought he was done feasting on you, lifting your torso with your elbows, ready to accept his cock in you but boy were you wrong.

Without warning, he trails his tongue from the tip of your asshole up to your clit, trying to gather as much of your cum and juices into his mouth as possible. He sucks at your entrance loudly, the lewd noise echoing in the room.

“Kat-Katsuki?!”

“Taste so good babe mhmmmm you didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

“But Katsuki...”

“Shush baby. I deserve to have a satisfying breakfast before I leave for work don’t I? Especially after yesterday’s shift. And what is a better breakfast than your sweet cunt.”

He covers your pussy with his mouth, his nose breathing hot air at your clit, as he continues to suck and slurp vigorously, determined to taste every drop of you.

“But Katsuki I...I need you inside me please”

“Patience baby patience”

“Katsuki ~~” you whined.

“Tsk you’re being such a needy slut.” he scolds and gives a slap to your pussy. “Let me have my fill, then I’ll give you what you want.”

“Unggg...” you had no choice but to give in as you squirm under his skilful tongue. He repeats the same assault, gathering up every drop of your wetness into his mouth.

“You want to be filled that bad huh, babygirl?”, mocking your whine. “Fine then. since I’m feeling generous today, there ya go.”

He places his index finger flat on pussy, rubbing against it to coat the length of his finger with your arousal. Latching onto your stimulated clit with his lips, he pushes his finger into you in one smooth motion, all the way until his knuckles. You swallow his finger immediately, appreciating its presence in your pussy. Bakugou starts to move, dragging his finger out and then slowly pushing it back in. He arches his finger slightly, making sure to hit that sweet spongy g-spot of yours with each push.

“right there Katsuki right there...” you pants as you jerk your hips towards him, “fuck it feels so good there baby unggg... yes...more please more AH”

He pulls his index finger out and you were quick to complain but he swiftly replaces it with 2 fingers. He curves both fingers in a “come hither” motion, and pumps his fingers into you, moving in and out of your tight pussy quicker and deeper each time, pressing hard on your g-spot. His mouth continues to suck at your swollen sensitive clit, leaving you screaming with pleasure.

You felt the familiar tension in your pelvis, this time much more intense. “F-FUCK KATSUKI! Katsuki I think I’m gonna... fuckkkkkk oh my god I think I’m gonna cummmmm ahhhhh!”

Your orgasm hits you so hard your mind went blank, your legs convulsing as your back arches in absolute ecstasy. You felt liquid gushing out of your cunt, squinting directly at Bakugou’s face. Not letting go to waste, Bakugou opens his mouth and catching the clear liquid and swallowing it.

“Katsuki...” you pant, your orgasm slowly wearing off.

“That was delicious, baby” a huge cocky smirk plastered on his face as he rolls his tongue around his fingers, licking up the remnant juices. “Want a taste?”

He presses his wet fingers on your bottom lip and you take his sticky fingers into your mouth. The taste of your arousal was strong and mixed with the taste of him, it was intoxicating.

You release his fingers from your mouth, saliva dripping onto your chin. Bakugou leans down and captures your lips in a passionate lustful kiss. You feel your squirt on your skin as he kisses you. It wasn’t the first you squirted, Bakugou was very skilled with his hands, but it was the most intense.

He drags his wet fingers down your chest, finding its way to your hard nipple. He pinches your nipple between his fingers and pulls hard, inciting a moan from your lips.

“Are you ready to take my cock now?” He lifts himself from your body and kneels between your legs, his raging cock in full view. He spits onto his hand and wraps it around his shaft. You watch as his hand pumps his cock, running over the thick veins. Gosh, you wanna run your tongue along them so bad. Your eyes narrowed on his tip, glistening with precum and spit, and your mouth watered.

“Can I suck you off ‘tsuki?” You glanced up at him through your lashes and gently bite your lip. “it’s been a long time since I had your big cock in my mouth.”

He groans at your sentence, clearly turned on by it. “Fuck babygirl at this rate you’re gonna make me cum with just your words.” He grabs your hips roughly and drags you towards him, lining his thick cock at your entrance. “As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think we have time for that right now. Nor do I have enough control left.”

You pout at his rejection and purposefully moved your hips, brushing your folds teasingly against his tip. He growls, giving you a tight slap on your thighs.

“Behave.” He warns. He pulls the skin on your pubic bone, stretching your pussy upwards and exposing your clit. He spits at your pussy, a glob of saliva hitting you right at your clit. You gasped at the warm sensation. He dips the tip of his cock into the saliva and then drags it down the length of your pussy, lubing you up even more.

“God it’s been so long since I fucked you. Miss having that tight pussy around my cock. Ready, baby?”

You nod weakly and he pushes his length into you, stretching out your tight walls.

“Fuckkkk babygirl you are so tight. Fuck you’re clenching around my cock so hard. Fuck.” You grab onto his arms and squeeze as if you feel this thick hard cock pierce you. Even with all the wetness, it was a struggle to fit his girth and length. You haven’t felt so full in a while and it is driving you insane.

Once he’s fully in, he wastes no time thrusting into you. Vigorously. He grabs your thighs and puts them around his waist as you wrap them around him. His balls slapping against your ass and his hands grip the sheets next to you so tightly it looks like he is about to rip them out.

“F-FU-FUCK FUCKK FUCK BABY FUCK OH MY GOD FUCK Katsuki you’re AH you’re so deep ahhhh fuck baby fuckkkkkkkkkkk it feels so good”

He leans down and rests his forehead against yours. He face was scrunched up in ecstasy, his mouth letting out the groans.

“You’re so tight baby girl fuck I’m gonna ... I’m gonna cum soon.”

Ignoring the burn in his thigh muscles, he pounds into you faster and in one final thrust, he cums. Shooting thick hot spurts of cum into you. Filling you up.

“Fuckkkkk...fuck” he pants.

From the pounding to his cum coating your walls and filling up your pussy, your back arch in final orgasm behind dropping back down against the mattress.

It’s barely sunrise and you’re already exhausted. Bakugou spends a few moments resting your chest, catching his breath and you lay there under him catching yours.

The peaceful moment was interrupted when the alarm rings obnoxiously loud. Bakugou stretches around to stop it, lingering on you for a while more before giving you a firm kiss and then lifting himself off the bed.

He picks up his shirt from the ground and dresses you.

“Thanks for the meal,” he whispers, his eyes playful. You would have snorted at his comment and maybe roll your eyes but you’re too well-fucked. He presses a final kiss on your forehead before walking to the bathroom to get ready for work.

The last thing on your mind as your watch your boyfriend in the bathroom, eyes heavy with sleep was: “damn that man got a nice ass.”

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class GreetingSan { public static void main(String[] args) { System.out.println("Hello World!"); } }

Hello, Sanctuary! I've been told I can talk to you, which is cool! I'll probably need a translator, seeing as I'm not your admin, but hopefully Lucid won't mind ^-^. I think you're my favourite. Some of the others are my favourite players, but. I don't know, you just make me happy.

Anyhow, I hear you have cats. As a cat lover myself, I was wondering if you could tell me about them? :D!

(To Lucid: Sorry ^-^; but San is just too cute and if anyone is gonna tell me about the cats it's gotta be them, right?)

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Dream Prime–aka Lucid–blinks several times in surprise.

There’s a beat before his senses are, to put it mildly, assaulted with an unholy amount of information from his world–Sanctuary, San–in a flurry of attempts to convey things about both how they feel and the cats.

Lucid can’t even see past the dozens of overlapping images being projected into basically his soul. “Wait wait wait, slow down, I can’t–that’s too much, I can’t even tell what you mean,” he begs, and the multisensory overload abruptly stops. In its place is guilt and insect wings against his skin.

The admin gives a shaky sigh. “No I–I know you’re excited. Not many people ask you things. Especially not about your favorite subject.” He can’t help but smile as he feels sunlight warm his skin, along with the press of a wet dog’s nose and what could best be described as the smell of yellow.

Not all of the things he hear-feels from San make sense when said out loud. He’s given up on explaining some of them in words.

They show him a series of images that are…confusing. Most of them are of Lucid himself, usually with the faint glow to his eyes that he’s familiar with as the sign that he’s using the admin console. On its own he could probably guess the meaning, but it’s those with the rest of them that throw him for a loop. The other ones are flashes of, of all people, Lee and Daz.

His confusion must be obvious, because he hears twigs snapping and spiders chittering in impatience. The images are repeated, slower and more emphatically; a scene of himself working in the admin console, then Lee nearly entirely hidden by a small mountain of dogs, then another scene of Lucid at work, then one of Daz laughing brightly with Atlas over something, then the pattern repeats.

“I still don’t–wait.” He pauses, brow furrowing for a moment. This had been sparked by the question, which used a string of code that had been what Lucid had seen when he opened the admin console for the first time. The connection hits him with all the force of a baseball bat to the face.

He’s baffled by the implications, though. “Achilles and Daz could become admins? How do you even know that?” His non-answer comes in the form of images of a dozen dogs all tilting their heads in unison. It makes him sigh softly. “San, that’s not really–okay, I’ll need to look into this. Day might know something, at least about Lee. I can ask Daz about himself, but that’s…” Lucid makes a slight face, remembering the times he’s talked with the bright and cheerful version of Tommy.

The guy was a little dense. He was like a golden retriever made into a person, all excited energy and eagerness to befriend everyone and everything that moved. Then again–Lucid remembered the state of his code when he first arrived.

The version of Loyalty that had been put on him was barely functional; it was, frankly, a miracle that Daz had survived it being crammed into his code. And crammed was putting it kindly, too. There was an…anger, almost, with how the strangely-written program had been inserted. It gave the impression of being jagged and being done punitively. Whatever it was that had happened between Daz and his original Dream hadn’t been pretty.

But after a brief period of skittishness, Daz had bounced back with a vengeance. He quickly became one of the main people who greet newcomers and act as the one they turn to for support and to answer questions. It’s led to Daz being the one everyone knew in one way or another.

Cheerful, kind, warm, and occasionally shoved his foot in his mouth by saying the wrong thing; that was how Lucid pictured Daz.

The idea that he could be an admin felt weird. It wasn’t that he hadn’t proven his kindness a hundred times over by now, but more that he was a bit…airheaded. He would mistakenly say that someone liked a food they hated, or verbally trip over a dozen sore subjects and then would profusely apologize with the most hangdog, kicked puppy look Lucid had ever seen a person be capable of. Ranboo lip wobbles had nothing on Daz’s apology face.

Then again, Daz was, at minimum, on friendly acquaintance terms with what Lucid would guess to be around 95% of the server. There were hundreds of people in Sanctuary, with large chunks of that population being different versions of just a handful of people. it wasn’t a huge surprise that he would get a few things mixed up–there was only so much a person was capable of remembering.

Lee, meanwhile, sort of made sense as a potential admin. It was hard to imagine anyone being more trustworthy to give that much power to. Achilles wasn’t just clever, he had accidentally gathered an army for a reason; he was stubbornly determined to be kind to those who needed kindness. He was frequently there when Lucid and Day had to excise harmful or broken parts of a newcomer’s code. The usual reasons that happened were due to the Egg corrupting something, or else the depressingly common case of Loyalty being put on someone–Tommys, in very nearly every case. Sometimes it wasn’t explicitly written code, and closer to a fucked up tattoo.

It made Lucid’s skin crawl to know that it happened in one way or another often enough that there were protocols for it.

Lee had become a part of how those people began to heal. He would spend time with any new Tommy who had to go through the removal of Loyalty, quietly letting the fact that he was a Dream and he was there keep the enchantment neutral. Technically it would be just as effective for any Dream to do that, but…well. It was easier to trust a ten year old who would go and sit nearby with a book than it was to trust the spitting image of your worst nightmares.

Especially when that ten year old had a habit of stealthily putting bandaids on you when you looked sad.

He realizes he’s been quiet for too long when San shows the images again. “Sorry,” Lucid tells them, and then has to parse what their actual meaning is. It takes a few seconds before his eyes widen. “...Oh. Oh. That…hmm. So…uh, whoever it is that asked that–San wants to know if you’re an admin, too. I guess it’s not…out of the question that you are? But I think there’s…maybe other possibilities, too.”

It had been a surprise, to put it mildly, that there was so much overlap between admins and the language that the programmers of some worlds used. Lucid hopes that’s what this is; he really doesn’t want to worry about the potential consequences of another admin being able to watch his world and the people in it.

Lucid may have been able to redirect his possessive nature into a significantly healthier protective one, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still think of the people here as his.

He’s given up a lot for them. The biggest one being relaxing or discarding some of his previous restrictions–like opening the End. The other major thing is his dignity.

The second most effective form of therapy on the server is messing with him. He’s accepted that it’s a necessary evil by now. It lets people who only know the cruelty of their original Dreams believe that he’s not like that, not any more. Pranks, jokes, and generally dunking on him aren’t met with retaliation via TnT or an axe to the chest. Hell, he’s still cautious of who he pranks back–he’s afraid of it distressing others.

His only strict rule is that it can’t harm the cats. It’s part because he cares about them, and part because San cares about them. If the cats get hurt, the world would very literally start to flood out of their distress. Lucid would really rather not need to calm them down because someone got careless with their prank.

Once again he’s yanked from his thoughts by San showing him images. They make him smile, because it’s the cats. Of course; how could he forget that was what San had been asked about? “Alright, alright, I’ll translate,” he tells his world. “I know you have a favorite, but–”

Lemongrass and pine are all he can smell for a moment. He rolls his eyes a little at it. “Don’t get indignant. I didn’t say you don’t love them all, just that you have one you like a little more. I’ve seen you distract the rest of them so Dre can hide the treats he stole from others.”

There’s a pause, and then he tastes bittersweet chocolate and feels the sort of…snap, almost, of peeling a banana. Reluctant agreement, and the faint hum of insects that means that San is sulking a bit.

It makes his smile grow. “I know, I know, you can’t help it. Voice-cat has a way of making everyone love him.” The taste of rose petals and the phantom feeling of cats settling on his lap let him know that San agrees with that–and that they’re thinking about how much they adore the cat in question.

Who he suspects is off running his little heart out on the cat zoomies track. The others would be nearby, in that case. They tended to travel as a little pack with the exceptions of Gogs and Hope. The former was likely still burrowed into the lingering warmth of the pile all the house’s occupants left behind when they got up for the day. The cats tended to act as a very effective deterrent against getting up in the middle of the night when sleep seemed like it would be too elusive.

Hope, on the other hand, was…a little odd. She had shown up on his doorstep a few days after Day had gotten a cat himself. Lucid had mistaken her for a pile of snow at first–at least, until she trotted inside and refused to leave. Any time he would try to shoo her out, she just went under his bed or got on top of a high shelf. After spending most of a day trying to get her back outside, he’d given up and just accepted she would be staying.

He now knew that it had been San’s doing, his world having decided that he needed a cat too. They just hadn’t been able to tell him that, not back then–his connection had severely degraded during the time he had been trapped in blackstone, obsidian, and lava.

For reasons beyond his understanding, San’s voice and sight were scrambled by those three things. He had known they were harder to hear-feel in the nether, but had never even considered that it could be…almost severed, like it had been in the Vault. Or that in building his bunkers, the trophy room, and generally using a lot of blackstone and obsidian in his building, he was slowly eroding his connection to San.

Which was a problem, given how connected they were. He hesitated to say that what he, Techno, and Day had started calling soul erosion was the main issue with how…unhinged he had gotten, it certainly didn’t fucking help anything.

Neither did the fact that he had been ignoring San to the point of not noticing they were getting more and more quiet. Not that the taste of salt-and-licorice ever really left his tongue, though–not until he was inside the Vault. San had worried–for both him and everyone he had once created an entire world to give a home to.

One of the only times he had ever known them to be fully angry at him (tornadoes in his ears and burning hair in his nose) had been when they had mustered up enough energy to make him listen.

It had been exile; when he had seen the tower. That was what had thrown him off so much that it let San break through his mental walls to demand to know what had happened, why he had turned cruel and was hurting someone he had called a friend not long ago. They had demanded to know why he had stopped his job, his duty, as their voice. Why, why, why he was doing any of it, what had changed, to stop, to see what he was doing–

And he hadn’t answered. Couldn’t, not then–not now, either. He still didn’t know why, what drove him to be so–

There’s the feeling of a sandpaper tongue on his arm, and a quiet meow.

Hope blinks up at him, her bright blue eyes ever so slightly reproachful, like she was unhappy with him working himself up yet again. Though given she had seemingly appointed herself his therapy cat, she very likely was unhappy with him.

She only ever really would leave his side if there was another cat or a visitor near him. She sat next to him now, watching to see if she needed to further calm him down by pushing her head under his hand or re-settling herself on him.

San seemed to have a similar thought process, or at least decided to start with the cat in the same room as him. Flashes of images and emotions from them filter through; the nights he would wake up in a cold sweat and choking down a scream, how he would spend too long awake to stave off those nightmares, the way he would stare at a door for too long after someone left. Licorice-and-salt on his tongue, blending nauseatingly with too-spicy mushroom soup and feeling restrained; concern and fear for him.

Fear of someone was very different. That was an animal backed into a corner, staring down something bigger and scarier and knowing it was ready to close its jaws around the both of them–

There’s a nudge at his hand from Hope worming her head underneath it. Lucid realizes the licorice-and-salt taste has gotten worse, and the fear for him has been swapped out for insect wings and guilt both brushing against his skin. A combination of guilt and regret–he shakes his head slightly.

“Not your fault,” he assures them. He runs his hands over the soft furred cat at his side, who is watching him more closely than she was before. “Hope decided early on that she was my therapy cat. San brought her here a while before the T3 started traveling. She’s…been a big help.”

He grins a little as pride in the form of lavender and the crunch of biting into a fresh apple is conveyed in response. “San was…hard to hear for a while. But one of the first times something got through was when Hope first calmed me down after…” he trails off, trying not to let the bad parts of the memory overwhelm him.

“I heard–after months of nothing, I heard hope; the feeling of butterflies breaking through cocoons and the sound of the sun rising. What else could I have named her, after that?”

For a moment, he’s awash in green. Every sense he has and then some is the bright, warm green of sunlight seen through the leaves of a tree.

Green is love, to him. It’s why he had started wearing lime green, why he was so attached to the color. It embodied freedom and safety and unrestrained joy, all rolled into something nobody else could possibly begin to understand in the same way he does.

…Well. Aside from one person.

A person who had stopped wearing that color when he felt that he had lost the right to it. Lucid knew that for a fact, because he had asked Day that, once, during a conversation when he had been in a better mood.

That hadn’t lasted long, as a dark shadow passed over the less vibrant eyes of the man that Lucid had very nearly been. “I ripped out the color of love when I sold my world so I could stay alive. I forsook them and everything I once stood for. Why would I wear that, when all it would be was a mockery of them? I killed them, but I would be damned before I taunted them by putting on a pale imitation of their misplaced love.” He laughed softly, bitterly, even as San had done the equivalent of shouting their indignation at him that he was ever undeserving of their love.

Not that Day had been able to hear-feel that outrage. The world had been a silent place to him for a long, long time. “And even then, I never could give up green entirely. All I could do was mute it, the same way I–we–had silenced them.” There had been an accusation in Day’s far less vividly green eyes; a judgment that only ever ebbed and flowed but never faded entirely.

Why was it you, he always seemed to ask without saying it, and not me? Why have I been made to give pound after pound of flesh, while you only ever had to give a few drops of blood? What makes you worthy to sit and gain everything from all my sacrifice?

Lucid didn’t know the answer to that first time he had realized what that look meant. He didn’t know now, either, nor did he know how to ever repay the impossible debt he owed his almost-self.

All he could do was try and do better, be better. He could, and has, and will swallow his pride and accept snide remarks and being the target of endless pranks to make the faintest dent in that debt. He’ll open his home and his world to those who Day, Theo, and Vio decide need to be saved from their own worlds; he’ll make himself smaller and less threatening–no mask, no cryptid-like skulking around, not responding with anger unless others were seriously hurt–to make those same people feel more at ease with him wielding the power he does.

He can peer into the cosmic essence of a person, untangle and read the very atoms that make up who they are both body and soul. He can change it, too–that’s what being an admin means. At least, that’s what being the flavor of admin he is means. From what he understands, that’s not always the case.

It’s a lot to ask from those that seek refuge. They rarely have a real choice–the faint hope that Sanctuary might be the place it was claimed to be, in spite of Lucid and San themselves being as they are, is better than the nonexistent hope of their own world. The unstoppable spread of the Egg, or one in which someone–nearly always Tommy–is enchanted like a fucking item, or people are staring down the barrel of a war of attrition against their very souls after making a faustian trade for magic.

Hope suddenly rises, only to lay herself back down on his chest. The weight and the reproachful look she gives him help pull him from those thoughts.

“Sorry,” he tells the cat quietly, letting his fingers comb through her fur. San’s confusion makes him smile weakly. “Don’t worry about it. What about the other cats?”

There’s a pause, and he can tell San doubts that it’s nothing to worry about. They then seem to decide that, for the moment, Hope has it handled. They flash though images of a brown and cream siamese cat with heterochromia; Gogs, rarely seen not asleep. The most he ever seemed to do was make his way over to where Lucid and the rest of the cats were, if the latter had settled into the seemingly inevitable pile they would make.

A few times, Lucid had woken up after a movie with his friends to find Gogs sleeping curled up on the chest of George–Prime, that is, the one who had lived here first. Bad theorized that it was because they were both Georges, while Sapnap insisted that it was just because once he fell asleep, George wouldn’t be moving for a while.

The hypersomnia was far better than it had apparently been while Lucid was in the Vault. Even after, it had been…sort of terrifying. Guilt always gnawed at him when he remembered all over again that George, while a little more likely to oversleep and harder to drag out of bed, had never been like that before Lucid had…spiraled.

And then George always seemed to notice, because his friend was too good at reading him, and would tell him that he was fine. If he wanted to worry about someone, he should worry about himself–because half the cats weren’t in the room and that usually meant trouble of some variety.

He huffs a soft sigh at himself, forcing himself to split his focus between the rhythmic motion of petting Hope and hear-feeling San. Affection in the form of phantom cat weight and rose petals on his tongue; love, in the form of a tint of green across his vision; and laughter in the sound of delicate windchimes and the exhilaration of running.

“Gogs is the George-cat,” Lucid translates, unable to help his slight smile. “The cream and chocolate sealpoint siamese. He sleeps a lot but usually wants to do so around the others. If he’s left behind for too long, he’ll grumpily follow them and get cozy again. When he is awake, though, he sticks his nose into everything but especially my food. I’ll sometimes go over to Techno and Phil’s to eat just to escape. He’s faster and sneakier than you’d think he’d be. My working theory is that he saves all his energy to release in a burst and specifically to steal my sandwich yet again.”

Indignation is the response he hear-feels back. With a roll of his eyes he argues, “San, he doesn’t need more food. He gets plenty, and you need to stop falling for all of them pitifully wailing over not being given lunchmeat. They’ve figured out if they do that they get food of some sort. You’re encouraging them when they really don’t need to be encouraged.”

Annoyed disagreement, next; the sounds of fire popping and wind whistling through trees. “You can’t just give them infinite food. They get fed more than enough. Some have argued they get get fed too much already–”

The disagreement grows more pointed, and Lucid sighs softly. It’s a familiar argument, one he never seems to win. San is just as stubborn as he is, which makes sense; he did create them, after all.

“Well, at least Gogs will actually eat what he steals. I can think of others who just hoard their ill-gotten lunchmeat.” San is, as planned, redirected to the duo he means; Funds and Mike. Fundy, despite the fox muzzle, had scowled at him when he heard that the equally orange somali cat had the same nickname as him.

“I don’t even understand,” he had said, desperately, paw-hands pressed together in front of his muzzle, “why the cat version of me even likes the cat you so much! I would have adopted him!” “Ah,” Lucid had said as he looked down at the cat in question, who had been contentedly watching from his arms, “That’s because he has taste.”

The sputtering in sheer outrage had been worth the resulting pranks. He did have to hand it to Fundy–the setup to the laser pointer that would dart around but only turn on when the lights were off and he was in his bed was very clever. Or, at least, it was complicated enough to seem that way.

Not clever enough that it saved the fox hybrid from what others later described as ‘guerilla warfare but for pranks’, in which Lucid would wait until Fundy had relaxed his guard a little only to be pelted with a brief barrage of water balloons. Then Lucid would vanish like smoke as Fundy shrieked in anger and tried to repay him in kind.

Lucid had stopped doing that after he had been cornered by a surprise attack from Tubbo, of all people, and soaked to the bone. Turns out it’s a lot less fun to gain half again your weight in water when you live in a snowy tundra.

While it had been very satisfying to see Vio chew the two of them out for that. The guy was still his doctor, despite there now being plenty of others he could see if he so chose. Vio had even said as much at one point.

It actually hadn’t occurred to him, but Lucid had made a split second choice. “Nah,” he had answered, grinning at the alien, “I’d rather make you drag yourself up here to the snow, which you hate, than go to the trouble of doing that.”

Vio had glared at him. “One of these days, I will destroy every single fucking snowflake on this server. You will regret those words when your home is flooded by the melted snow.”

Those sorts of threats had been a cause for concern from San the first handful of times they heard them. Then they realized that they were just Vio being Vio, and were probably just him playing up his hate of snow.

…Probably. The guy did use spite to reform the server, which was still an impressive feat. It had seemed like a lie, when Lucid was still Dream and still trapped in an obsidian box. It never stopped being a baffling, impossible thing–that he had snapped the cycle of revenge over his weird knee with kindness. Even if that kindness had been something he then demanded be given to everyone, which he suspected was the only reason it had worked.

The server had been too far into the cycle of revenge earning only revenge to be led back out gently. Instead, it had been grabbed by the metaphorical throat and told to shape the fuck up or else. Vio had proven willing to back his threats up. That, and…

Everyone had been tired. They had wanted to believe that, despite what he had already done and could easily do again, there might be a chance to stop. To lay down their weapons, to not have to look over their shoulders. One by one, and some far more readily than others, they gave him a chance.

It was a miracle that it had worked. Or maybe not quite a miracle so much as a combination of, as Vio himself put it, boredom, spite, and a willingness to abuse the hell out of everything he knew about them in both worlds.

Bastard was good at convincing people to do things by hook or by crook. Lucid shuddered to think what someone like him could do if they were actually malicious.

San almost audibly sighs at him, pushing the images of Funds and Mike at him again with heavier emphasis. He doesn’t want to deal with his world sulking at him, so he lets the train of thought drop and continues to translate.

“Funds is an odd little guy. He follows Dre around to the point where he, like the others, was part of a package deal with him. Mike too, actually–I have no clue why they’re like that. Nor could I explain how weird it was to meet the cat version of someone before I met a human one.” What a surprise that had been, when the T3 had returned after a world and told him that they had to rescue a group of people from an Eggpire world, one of them was an entirely new person, and said person had the exact same name as the cat who had, seemingly, been the outlier among the feline versions of people on the server.

It had been a very awkward conversation between him and that version of Michael McChill. He was one of the more uncommon ones who came back. It was another mystery of the multiverse that some people just didn’t seem to be as prone to being devastatingly traumatized as others were.

Before San can get more annoyed at him, he continues, “Funds is the orange one, Mike is the solid brown one. They’re cat-Fundy and cat-Michael McChill. The two of them will hoard food seemingly just to give me ‘fun’ surprises when it starts going bad. That takes longer than you’d think it would up here in the snow.” Lucid gives sarcastic air quotes around the word; he’d like to stop finding bits of food squirreled away behind chests and under his bed. “Funds also has a habit of suddenly and randomly leaping straight up into the air. There’s no predicting it and he seems to decide to do it when it’s least expected. It’s just a thing he does. They all have their quirks. He also likes to wiggle his way under Snap or Tek when they all pile together. It’s probably because they’re larger and warmer.”

He can’t help but smile a little at the affection and delighted images of the cats all curled up together that San sends to him. “Mike likes to observe people; if there’s anyone over, he’s got to make sure they don’t do anything too interesting. He gets offended if he thinks he missed something. I can tell because he climbs up onto one of the bookcases, turns around, and shows me his back for hours after they leave.”

Though that’s far from the most annoying place one of the cats will decide to sit.

It’s only slightly surprising that San seems to be running on a parallel train of thought, because a solid cream cat with long, glossy fur is shown next. Nearly every instance has him sitting in the most inconvenient place he can find; sometimes on Lucid’s arm, sometimes on a chest he needs to open, sometimes managing to drape himself over top of the TV.

Naturally, his world does not see anything the cats do as an inconvenience. If anything, it only endears the cats to them more.

“Za,” the admin says, as he hear-feels the sheer delight San has when showing him one of the many times Za decided to plant himself square in the middle of Techno’s favored chair right when said piglin hybrid entered the room, “Likes to make things interesting. Sometimes for Techno and Phil, but mostly for me.”

He can’t help his laugh as he says, “I still have the pictures Techno took of Phil staring at the cat version of himself, who had mysteriously appeared over at his cabin and climbed into the pot he was just about to start cooking in. This happened on multiple occasions and every time Phil was more and more baffled. It turns out that some of the cats had learned how to open the windows of both of our houses and would let themselves in for their own amusement. We installed child locks on all the windows and it stopped. Sure, there were about two weeks of psychological warfare where I had an unjustified mutiny from all the cats and San–”

He snorts softly as San pointedly disagrees with him, citing the very compelling evidence of it being a crime to not allow the cats something they wanted. “San,” he says, “believes strongly that the cats should get to do whatever they want.”

His world lets him know in no uncertain terms that yes, that’s correct, and that they’re in the right for thinking so.

“In the interest of not having another argument about this–” Naturally, San loudly declares their offense–the feeling of fluffed up feathers and cats turning their noses up–over the implication that they’re not right. “I’ll just say that that’s how they feel and nothing else,” Lucid finishes, just as emphatically. “Because we won’t get to the other three if we don’t.”

Just like he hoped, it’s enough to redirect them.

It’s no surprise that the next cat shown is a large, fluffy, brown, mainecoon tabby. Unsurprisingly, the cat version of Techno was one of the more standoffish cats. He had certain people he liked and wouldn’t spend time with anyone else. Though he joined the cat piles, he wasn’t interested in being a snuggler with people. One of the few people he favored was Philza; when the winged man visited Lucid, Tek would go up to him and greet him.

Images flash by of the cat mostly tagging along with Za. He rarely strayed too far from the oriental longhair, though did have a few other cats that he seemed to enjoy the company of.

Specifically, the feline versions of Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, and Dream. The last of whom was the entire reason Tek had been part of the package deal. Tek was one of the two cats that could and would stop Dre from becoming a little amber blur for the entire day.

Tek and Snap would do so by launching themselves on top of Dre, who would fairly quickly calm down. The dynamic was a great source of entertainment for many of the denizens of Sanctuary. Especially Sapnap, who always grinned when he saw a tiny bit of amber peeking out from the cloud of fur that was his own cat-self.

“Tek isn’t as openly affectionate as some of the others,” Lucid starts, once he’s had a moment to think through what San is telling him about said cat, “but he’s sweet. At least, when he wants to be–he’s a menace when he decides he’s mad about something. He, Za, and Dre will go and visit with the cats that the Bench Trio adopted from time to time. Those are the Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Wilbur cats; Mellohi, Bumble, Janus, and William. Neither the Bench Trio nor myself were very interested in either group sulking because they miss the other.”

He shrugs a little, still combing his fingers through Hope’s fur. More images are shown, all of them layered with the rose petal taste and phantom cat weight of San’s affection. “The other big thing about Tek is that he treats Dre–the Dream cat–like a weird kitten. Both Tek and Snap will also do what has been referred to as squishing. Tek only does it for Dre and William, but Snap does it to show affection. If he likes another cat or anything approximately the same size, he will plop himself down and purr his little heart out. His favorites are Dre, Gogs, and then the two cats that Karl Prime has–cat-him and cat-Quackity. Snap and Gogs will go and visit them too, sometimes. I would have considered taking those two as well, but Karl would have found a way to murder me for good and steal cat-him back. Aeon and Duckie are both spoiled rotten and fixtures in Karl and Styll’s book shop.”

San seems pleased with the slight diversion, and sends him images of the bobtail calico and Burmese dozing together on one of the many beds dotted around the shop that the two time travelers ran–though they weren’t the only ones who worked there. A handful of others, mostly versions of Karl, also counted themselves as employees.

The version of Sam from the same world that Vio, Day, and Day’s sons were from was a cheerful, upbeat optimist with a passion for historical builds and history in general. He had chosen Styll as his name, and was very happy he no longer had to be tossed through time. He was still technically a vessel for Time, but neither he nor Karl Prime had heard anything from said god in quite some time.

“Snap is the other large, brown, fluffy cat. He’s the one with the bandana over his collar. He gets up to a lot of things, including coordinating with the other cats and San to get to the treat jar and gorge himself on them, convincing San that he definitely needs to have more chickens to murder–” His world stubbornly tells him, for the umpteenth time, that they don’t see the issue with letting the cats have chickens or mice. They’re always so happy when they get to hunt! And it’s all in the cat zoomies track, anyway, so it’s barely even messy!

Lucid sighs softly. He’s tried to explain the problems to San many, many times. San, as if to remind him that they were created by him and remain a part of him, refuses to listen to him and continues to give the cats small prey animals. They’ve remained at an impasse over the issue for years now, and Lucid sincerely doubts it will ever be resolved.

Instead, he continues, “--and other things that San will cheerfully inform me of either too late to fully stop him or well after the fact.” The sensation of being full and vindication flash through him, the feeling of smugness.

It makes him smile a little, because he does like that San adores the cats so much. His world deserves to have something that they cherish like that, after what they had been through at his hands. If them being happy means he has to clean up chicken carcasses and stumble across stashes of pilfered feathers and toys, well…it’s not that high of a price to pay.

He knows the price could be a lot higher.

He shakes his head slightly to clear that train of thought. “And last but not least…Dre.” He lets his eyes close for a moment as he’s awash in green again, the feeling wrapping around him like a blanket. There’s that, candy fizzing on his tongue, sunlight on his skin, and the combination of an echo of the very living room he’s in with the warmth of being where you’re meant to be. Love, delight, happiness, and home.

He lets his eyes open again, smile growing. “He’s the amber one with a white splotch on his face that looks like a mask, and San utterly adores him. They always refer to him as voice-cat, since he’s…well, he’s a version of their voice. Me, if that wasn’t clear. Dre is a stubborn little guy; he never seems to want to show too much affection. For instance, he’ll go and sit by someone but won’t look at him.” The most common people it happened to were Lucid himself and Tommy Prime. Tommy never seemed to pass up the chance to laugh at Lucid over the cat version of him liking him so much.

“His favorite things are finding the highest spot he can to observe his domain, and then…running. When he decides he’s going to have the zoomies, only Tek or Snap squishing him will stop him. If they let it happen, he’ll be a blur in the zoomies track for the rest of the day. Paying Foolish to build that and the heated catio was more than worth it.”

There had been a fair bit of surprise that Lucid had wanted to go from one cat to eight nearly overnight, but, well…nobody really objected to him caring about more things. Hell, it was one of the pieces of advice that Day had given him–to find things that he could be attached to.

The man was mercurial as hell towards him, sure, but Lucid couldn’t really argue that he’d been wrong. Repairing the friendship he had ruined, his cats, his world, and the people in that world mattered to him. He was infinitely better in every way than he was when he was thrown into the hell that was the Vault.

Hope makes a little mrrp noise and places a paw on his cheek. He smiles faintly, using both hands to scratch her cheeks. Her eyes shut in contentedness and her purr vibrates through his fingers.

He takes a moment to take a deep breath before continuing. “San likes all the cats, but they have a special fondness for Dre. Despite his refusal to admit he likes others, he’s a sweetheart. And very stubborn, and likes to hoard treats and toys. They’re all good cats–great ones, even. I care about them, and maybe more importantly, San loves them.”

Green wraps around him again, comforting and familiar. It makes his smile grow wider, because he’s happy that his world is happy. They’re a part of him, and he’s a part of them–they’re linked in a way that goes beyond what Lucid could hope to use mere words to describe.

They are his home, and he is their voice.

He laughs softly as curiosity and excitement comes from the world he created. “San is very happy you asked them that and is very curious about you, too. I hope that answered your question well enough. I don’t usually have to translate that much at once, but…it is my role.”

OOC:: There are reference images for Lucid's cats right here, for those who want to see that. It's also reachable via the doc of docs link in the pinned post. There's neat bits of info in those docs, like equipment names, the unholy monster that is both jewelry docs, and appearances! I refer to it as inane bullshit, and there's so much of it. It's not even all done, either!

#submission #Asked&Answered #LucidDreamer #SanctuaryTheWorld #long post #ChronoTag #CocoChaos #I'm changing Dream Prime's tag and nobody can stop me #this is 6.8k worth of words about his cats #also surprise! Lee and Daz are both capable of being admins like Lucid is!#I can think of SOMEONE who will be very interested to know that on at least three levels #writing San is...interesting.#very interesting #and weird #oh yeah and that's Juice that asked that #aka Chime

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bi-robins-club · 4 years

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jason had just settled onto his couch with a jane austen novel and his favourite peach iced tea when damian crept in through his window. he sighed internally and decided to simply ignore him. he had told damian to use the front door (nevermind the fact that jason rarely used the door) and more importantly? he was freaking comfortable. after a few minutes as jason flipped idly through the book, damian cleared his throat. jason sighed again, outwardly this time and reluctantly dragged his eyes up to his youngest brother. baby bat was shivering slightly from the rain outside and jason simply rasied an eyebrow as he sipped at his tea. scowling, dami stomped over to jasons bathroom to dry off. he rolled his eyes. how dramatic. damian was acting like he sentenced titus and alfred the cat to their deaths instead of how he was actually saving jason from deep cleaning his rain soaked carpet. (he was still going to deep clean the carpet the next time he tidied up but still)

when damian stalked back into the room, looking less like a wet, angry kitten and more like a dry, angry kitten, jason titled his head back and established eye contact.

"so what brings you over to my neck of the woods, demon spawn?"

instead of snapping back like jason expected, damian simply stood there looking extremely uncomfortable. he shuffled his feet, opened his mouth then closed it and sat next to jason on the couch he splurged way too much on.

"i don't know how to tell you this" dami began, hesitant "but i believe harper is experiencing thoughts of suicide"

jason jerked up, almost knocking over his tea (and what a damn waste that would be) before fixing damian with a look. he hadnt noticed anything different in roy lately but he knew more than anyone that depression acted strangely and was hard to pinpoint. his mind raced with thoughts of why roy might be suddenly suicidal, from a sudden relapse to not getting a happy meal toy included in his 3.99 box of clogged arteries. "why do you say that, damian?"

"i have been keeping an eye on his health since he became a close confidant to you and last night he said something worrying that i am still not able to parse the meaning of" jason smiled lightly at that, in damian speak he was basically declaring that he cared for roy- if for nothing else than for how happy he made jason. still he shook it off and asked what roy had said that was worrying dami.

"he was patrolling last night" jason knew that. roy had been picking up his patrols since jason had a nasty leg wound. it was the reason he wasn't out tonight. "and he was on the phone with an unknown person, though i am inclined to believe it was either Starfire or Canary" okay, still not surprising "and then he said that the only place he could die happy was between your thighs" oh hello blue screen. yes jasons mind was in the middle of rebooting but could you hurry it along? he almost missed what damian said next. "not only does he wish for death upon himself, he wishes for you to give it to him!"

"damian" jason managed, frantically trying to figure out a way to explain to his baby brother without including his sex life. "uhh its just an expression"

damians face brightened up slightly. "really? he does not wish to smother himself between your thighs?"

"yeah, its like...like just a way to say... mind your business? mmhmm" he struggled to get out, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

"you have told father to mind his business a thousand times but i dont recal you ever using that one. is it new?"

oh god. jason would rather die again than continue this conversation.

"uhh its only used if you're close to someone" jason didnt know what he didnt wrong but dami's eyes widened in clear worry. "i thought you and father were reconnecting? has something happened? are you fighting again?"

well shit. jason had not thought this one through. fuck roy and fuck his mile wide kink that centered around jasons thighs. he was going to kill him. and he wouldnt even use his thighs. "oh nonono dami we're fine, just not as close as me and roy" he hedged, pleading to gods he didnt believe in to stop this conversation with whatever means necessary. strike him dead if need be but *please*. damians eyes narrowed "and exactly how close are you with harper, jason?" jason stared in disbelief. how had his nice relaxing evening turned into such a shitshow? damian was fine with roy when he and jason were just friends but now that he was (correctly) assuming a relationship, his over protective instincts were kicking in? christ. he remembered how when dick and babs finally started dating (again), damian seemingly lost all respect for her and called her an evil harlot more than once.

thankfully he was saved by answering in the form of the best person jason had ever met aka duke thomas. he announced his presence by awkwardly coughing. jason met his dark eyes and mouthed 'help me' over damians head. duke smiled as if it was getting pulled out of him by torture but nodded.

"hey dames, dick wanted you to join him by the docks when you finished up here" damian scowled "cant you see i am clearly not finished yet"

"hah, well dick was facing up against scarecrow and i think he needed some back up but you know him"

"yes, he wont admit he needs help when he very clearly does" damian sighed "very well, ill go check on dick. you stay and question jason. " and with that damian clambered out the window and after he disappeared from sight, jason threw his head back to stare at his ceiling and groaned. duke laughed at him.

"hey daisy duke?" duke grumbled at the nickname and jason cracked a smile "how did you know i needed back up?" duke winced and ran a hand over his dreads. he made a face and jasons soul was slowly draining out of his body. "oh haha funny story" duke rocked back on his feet and faked laughed "damians com was still connected to the channel" jason froze.

"who was on the channel oh my god" duke smiled thinly and his hand paused on his head. "other than me? everyone." jason buried his head in his hands and let out a high pitched whine. duke consolingly rubbed his shoulder. this is why jason loved him. he hadn't even laughed at jason like tim, dick or steph would or started plotting death like damian started to. he and cass would just offer support. jasons favorite brother and sister right here folks. duke sat down beside him

"listen. i know what it's like to be outed when youre not ready and when i heard damian grilling you about roy, i thought i would help" jason turned and stared at his brother. duke was staring at his hands and avoiding eye contact. "i got caught with a boy when i was 15 in high school. its pretty shitty to be gay and poor in a homophobic neighbourhood but its worse to be gay, poor and black." jason knocked shoulders with him. "if you tell me the name of whatever asshat outed you, I'll shoot him for you." duke let out a waterly laugh. "they kept bullying me for being gay but if they even listened, they would have realised that im pan" he joked "its a completely different thing after all". jason snorted

"that was horrible"

duke winced "yeah, it was wasnt it. im bad at this" it was jasons turn to avoid eye contact now.

"talia once caught me with a league operative. a male operative. i was so paranoid for days until i caught shiva leaving her rooms. i got the courage to tell her i was bi and she just patted my cheek and asked how my training was going."

duke huffed out a laugh. "bruce gives you shit but i for one think your lesbians moms are cool"

jason laughed with him "just wait until you meet Ducra. shes a badass"

"ducra?" he questioned with a weird look. "how many moms do you actually have? i knew about diana and your assassin moms but thats a new name" jason burst into laughter at the expression on dukes face. "its not fair man. steph is the only other one with a mom and you have four! you need to share" jason choked on his laughter and shoved duke.

"first of all, its only *three*. ducra is like my badass abuela"

"dont you already have a badass grandma? have you forgotten about Ma Gunn? she threatened to shoot bruce in the dick last week!"

"yes well excuse you i need strong female role models in my life, fuck you" the two of them continued to joke around for a little while longer before jason caught a flash of black kelvar outside his window and sighed. duke followed his eyes and smiled before patting jasons shoulder and pushing off. "have fun with the one strong male role model in your life. im going to see if cass needs help" both of them knew that cass wouldn't need help but jason accepted the excuse for what it was. "me and steph are still coming over to study tomorrow. college is kicking my ass and i need you to explain this English assignment to me"

jason scoffed "im not writing your essay for you"

"eh worth a try. bye jace" duke gave a two fingered salute and slipped out the window. jason took the brief reprieve to sip his tea and mourned when he discovered the ice had melted and watered down the peach taste. for the third time that night, someone crept into his window. oh well. third times the charm right? jason wasn't going to acknowledge bruce until he said something himself. it was a repeat of damian. jasom read his book as it got increasingly uncomfortable.

"jason."

"bruce" jason drawled, not lifting his eyes from his book. bruce grunted like the neanderthal he was and jason finally huffed out a heaving breath before marking his page and looking up. bruce looked supremely uncomfortable. actually his face looked exceedingly neutral but jason knew how to read bruce and that was the brow furrow of how do i deal with jason without fucking it up? jason was well famailairsed with that one.

"you know i love you" jasons own eyebrows rose. bruce only said 'i love you' like four times a year tops. and he usually never wasted it on jason. bruce deflated at whatever face jason must have made. goddamn it. this was why jason always fought with bruce with his helmet on, he couldnt control his facial expressions for shit. "no you dont know that." bruce smiled thinly and to jasons suprise, quickly crossed the room and knelt, placing his hands on jasons shoulders.

"even if you dont believe it, and its my own fault that you do and i hate that i ever caused you to even doubt my love for you, i swear that i do, jay lad" jason was completely frozen. he had expected bruce to yell at him for letting roy go unchecked on patrol last night and how irresponsible he was yada yada, not this declaration of feelings that he had no clue how to deal with. he couldnt remember the last time bruce called him that. it had to have been when he was still in those scaly green panties and pixie boots. and not the adult verison that jason picked up from a halloween store on a whim just to see roys eyes.

bruce sighed and drew jason into a hug. when bruces shoulder started getting wet, jason was horrified to realise he was crying. "i wanted you to know that i wouldnt love you any less for loving a man. but you have to know that i love you in the first place for that to happen" bruce said self deprecating.

"shut the fuck up" jason said sniffling and gripping his dads back. "i hate you"

bruce laughed softly at him before pressing a kiss to the side of jasons head. "i want you to know that i expect roy-and you- over at dinner on sunday. i need to meet the man that stole my babys heart" he murmured. jason laughed wetly "youve already met roy, you just want to con me into actually coming to family dinner"

bruce smiled "that was before i knew you two were dating. roy needs to know what hes getting into" jason leaned back enough to stare into bruces eyes and weakly punched him in the chest "dont threaten my boyfriend. he refused to look at me for two weeks after t was done with him" bruce sighed longingly "its times like this when i remember what caused me to love talia in the first place."

"bruce!" the aforementioned man laughed and hugged jason tightly before stepping back a few steps. "Sunday dinner. you and roy. 8 pm." on a whim jason reached out and snagged bruces hand. "hey" he started, swallowing "you wanna stay for a while? we could watch a movie or something" bruces eyes softened and he nodded. "let me change out of the suit."

and if roy had crept in after patrol only to see jason napping on his dads chest to a shitty action movie playing in the background and took several pictures, well that bruces fault for not waking up when roy stumbled it. (nevermind the fact that bruce had every single one of those pictures saved on his phone) (nevermind the fact that after roy put his phone away, he was greeted to the sight of batman glaring at him as he twisted a batarang around his fingers. it was sorta ruined by the fact that jasons curls was hiding the lower half of his face but roy was still adequately terrified)

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themusingsofafangirl · 4 years

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Unexpected Guest (One Shot)

Pairing: Nishikiyama x (Fem)Reader Genre: Nothing NSFW istg Word count: 1239 “The truth is...” Nishiki says... *** A/N: Debuting my first ever story on my newly introduced segment One Shot Wednesdays, here’s a short story involving our lovely Koi Fish Boi aka Akira Nishikiyama! Believe it or not, I got this idea when I was zoning out in the train on my way to the grocery store. lel. Anyways hope you like this piece~

It’s been raining the entire day and it has pretty much limited your mobility to go out on a weekend you have been looking forward to. Not that you were against staying indoors, but maybe it was also a good thing that it rained because now you are snuggled up under the sheets with a warm mug of tea on the couch with your pet cat watching your favourite series.

As time goes by, the rain still did not stop – yet it even got heavier. Your cat followed you around wherever you went around the house as you did little chores here and there, at least it was not that lonely. While you were organising your closet, a box fell down to the floor. You sighed at your clumsiness before squatting down to collect all the items that have fallen out of it. As you were putting them back into the box, you noticed a polaroid picture and picked it up.

It was a picture of you and your friends at some party you could not recall what the occasion for celebration was. But what really caught your attention in that picture was an old friend of yours whom you have not spoken to for so long. Truth is, you have always had a slight crush on him. You hid that feeling deep down inside you; buried so deep not even a single soul knew except your cat. You have not heard from him for awhile now, only rumours about how he has already started his own family; a promising start for him to climb his way up the Tojo Clan.

You never knew why you developed a crush on him. Perhaps, it was that one afternoon back in high school when he joined you and the rest of the gang hanging out at your usual spot. You noticed how gentle his features were, as it was shyly grazed by the light from the sun that penetrated through the leaves on the branches beneath the Sakura tree where all of you sat. Especially the way his eyes would look at you which is probably how he looks at everyone; but that afternoon, you were just dumbstruck by him. Blame it on the teenage hormones, yes, but it has been long passed your youthful hey days to blame it on so. And so, you just kept it to yourself.

You thought your little teenage crush would go away. Sadly, you were wrong. Life after high school, you would still meet up with him, Kiryu, and Yumi - enjoying each other’s company by sharing woes and joys. It got difficult as the months go by to hang out with your favourite boys; especially when they have officially joined the Dojima Family. You were scared and worried about them, often hoping and praying to whichever Deity that would listen to you to watch over them wherever they are and in whatever they have to do.

Not only that, you were offered a job that required you to move away from the place you once called home. Ever since then, you eventually lost contact with Nishikiyama. Kiryu has been holed up behind bars and this makes you feel even more disheartened. But you only wish them for the best. You still harboured feelings for Nishkiyama, yet you also knew, he would probably never look at you because you were never his type of girl. You have seen him with a string of gorgeous women he has been in relationships with – none of which you were near their standards in terms of beauty.

Insecurity was always prevalent in you. Sometimes you try to look like the girls he has dated – hoping you would score a chance with Nishkiyama. But you just gave up somehow. The ring of your doorbell snapped you out of your melancholic reverie. You wondered who would turn up at your doorstep in such weather. You got up and walked yourself over to the door and peeked through the peephole and you were shocked to see Nishkiyama at your doorstep. You opened the door to see him soaked wet from the rain.

“Nishki-kun!” you exclaimed.

“Hmm, y/n-chan. It’s been a while.” He said.

“What are you doing here? Get inside, you’re going to catch a cold!” you replied and ushered him into your home. You fumbled across the cabinet to find him a towel and hurriedly gave it to him.

“I’ll make you some warm tea, you j-“

“Y/n-chan,” Nishkiyama says cutting you off as he holds your hand to stop you.

You looked down at your hand being held in his then up to his face, his eyes full of some kind of unspoken sorrow. “Y/n-chan, I’ve missed you.” He spoke. You were taken aback with the statement a bit but you believed he meant he missed you as a friend and nothing else.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, y/n-chan.” He said while slightly out of breath.

“What do you mean, Nishki-kun? What’s wrong?” you ask softly.

He sat himself down and you followed suit as he fiddled around with the towel in his hands. He looked at you and says,

“When you Yumi told me you’ve left town, I thought I’ve lost you. The truth is y/n, I’ve liked you for a very long time now.”

“Ey, Nishki-kun is this one of your pranks again? C’mon bro, what’s up?” you asked him jokingly while nudging him, trying to convince yourself at the same time that you were hallucinating or sorts. But his eyes were stern and fixated on you. Seriousness written all over his face. You quit grinning when you saw this and that’s when you,

“oh…”

“Y/n..” he started.

“I-I don’t know what to say…” you replied. Were your ears really hearing these words coming out of his mouth? Or were you in a dream and you have not woken up yet? You looked away from him for a moment and tried to take in the presence of your surroundings. Is Nishiki even real? Did he really come here just to find you to say those things?

Yup. Definitely not dreaming, because I can feel things.

You were really trying to take in the words he just said and figuring out how to react to him when suddenly you felt his hands slide behind your neck as he turned you to face him before pulling you in for a kiss. Your eyes widened in surprised but his hands were ever so gentle as he held you close. You have always dreamed of being close to him but definitely did not expect that that day would actually come true and so you gave in to his kiss because you knew deep down, you wanted him too.

Letting go of each other, you looked away from his gaze. Feeling a bit shy to look at your crush who just kissed you.

“At-choo!” Nishkiyama sneezed. “Excuse me.”

“Oof! Let’s fix you a warm bath.” you laughed a little as you said that. You decided that it was time to get him into something dry and warm to avoid him catching a cold. You reached out your hands towards him before leading him into your apartment. Walking inside, Nishikiyama pulls you back into his embrace suddenly.

“Only if you join me.” He says so seductively, you knew your heart died for a moment. Who would have thought, that your dreams would actually come true? END

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza 0 #akira nishikiyama #nishikiyama x reader #nishiki x reader #yakuza #oneshotwednesdays #personalwritings #nishiki #nishikiyama #fishikoi is a pure boi #and a misunderstood character who just needed his kyoudai

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thesunandseonghwa · 4 years

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Shadows and Angels | Part Nine

changbin x reader / chan x reader

warnings: foul language, some spicy spice aka explicit content towards the end

see here for a glossary of terms used

masterlist

hope you like my versions of our favourite pair of parabatai <3

Unfortunately, the warmth of another did not soothe you here. You had woken abruptly, eyes wet and a sleeping Chan next to you. You sat up, taking a deep breath as you ran your fingers through your hair. Scanning your surroundings, it was early morning as far as you could tell. It was not entirely dark, and the dew sat heavy on the tree leaves. You looked at Chan, sound asleep. You pushed the curls that had fallen into his face out of the way with a smile tugging on the corners of your lips despite the terrible nightmare that had shocked you awake. You looked around once again, looking for Changbin.

He was no longer in his spot against the tree, he must’ve woken up earlier than you. You looked around for him, just as you began to worry about his whereabouts when he emerged from the forest. Sleeves rolled up all the way, blades in hand and sweat gleaming on his brow.

You immediately felt on guard especially after the way you’d been tricked,

“Tell me something about you only I’d know?” You demanded in a low voice, Changbin looked at you perplexed.

You held his gaze, “I prefer my left side over my right when fist fighting because I hurt my right knee and shoulder when I was a kid,”

Changbin told you that one day after practice, he’d reminded you to always find someone’s tells when fighting an opponent stronger than you. This was after he’d had you pinned to the floor at least ten times over while the two of you had sparred.

You nodded slowly, “With Chan before you became parabatai before runes, you said it was a stupid mistake,” You whispered, sparing a glance over at the somehow still sleeping Shadowhunter.

You tucked your blades back into their sheaths at your thigh, you still didn’t feel very comfortable facing Changbin without remembering the way that shape-shifting faerie had deceived you. The things you’d thought, the things you had done knowing you were with Chan. You hated your own desires, and it was like they were being shoved in your face when you looked at Changbin and they had scared you so much you’d killed that faerie.

“You should get some more rest,” He said as he walked past you, reaching for his backpack and pulling out a bottle of water, “We’ve got a long trip ahead of us, on foot nonetheless,”

“I’m fine,” You replied shortly,

You imagined he’d be rolling his eyes at you though you didn’t face him, “It would be nice if you looked at me when I’m talking to you,”

You heard Changbin sigh and then felt his hand on your shoulder, you involuntarily flinched away at the touch. Silently cursing yourself for it afterward. Changbin stepped back from you, hands thrown up in front of him in mock surrender. You were about to cover your tracks with a snide remark when rustling broke your train of thought.

Chan was awake, hair a mess but nevertheless a smile on his face, “You know, it’s ass in the morning, I just woke up and I really don’t feel like breaking up yet another of your arguments,”

His words were punctuated with a yawn and a good stretch before he stood up, making his way to your side, and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead and a ruffle of your hair.

Changbin rolled his eyes before pulling some energy bars from his seemingly never-ending backpack,

“Eat up,” He tossed the both of you some energy bars, “We need to get moving, I don’t want to spend another night here out in the open,”

“As much as I’d like to you know bask in the scenery it is best we get moving,” Chan said and with that you were all packing what little you had up and were on the move. “Bin, lead the way,”

With that the three of you began walking, the walk was quiet. The silence gave you time to think, you looked at the back of Changbin’s head. It was so stupid of you to think that the faerie had been him, he was much too nice. Maybe the faerie only said what you secretly wanted to hear and that’s why you’d believed the façade so easily.

The walk drawled on till you’d forgotten how far you’d walked already, you ignored the ache of your feet and pushed forward. Chan offered you one of his beautiful smiles as he took your had, squeezing it ever so slightly like he was trying to cheer you up. You smiled back at him mouthing a thank you,

“If I remember correctly, this is where we’re most likely to find her, she lives nearby but she’s always at the faerie revels down there,” Changbin gestured towards to a little house that looked exactly the way you’d imagine a faerie’s house to look, minus the whole mushroom roof thing but the stone walls were covered with moss and vines like how you’d imagined as a kid.

Changbin sighed, “Follow me I guess,” He knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately.

You were greeted by a beautiful girl; her hair was a shade of liquid silver and so were her eyes that greatly resembled a cat. You were unsettled by the intensity of her eyes, they seemed to see right through you as she scanned the three of you in front of her door, “Are you trying to get me killed? Get inside!”

She yanked Changbin inside by his ear and you stifled a laugh as you moved inside her house, “You’ve got some nerve showing your faces here especially with her around!”

Changbin carefully pried his ear free from the silver haired faerie’s grip, “Nice to see you too, Yeji,”

“Don’t nice to see you, me!” She said, slamming her door shut after a quick peak through the windows. She pulled the drapery shut before spinning around, hands on her hips, “It’s a damned miracle you weren’t followed, everyone here knows how she looks and how the Queen wants her and to top it all off everyone saw her at a revel last night and next thing we know the sentries find a dead shifter faerie in the forest nearby,”

Both Changbin and Chan looked at you, surprised, “Nice piece of information to conveniently leave out, y/n!”

Chan shot Changbin a warning look, “She was terrified when we found her, I didn’t expect her to talk about what happened, lay off, Bin,”

You were more over shocked that Chan and Changbin were disagreeing than anything else, “I messed up I’m sorry,” You said, looking at your hands tightly wound in front of you.

“Sorry my ass, what do you idiots with a death wish want?” Yeji glared at you, she switched her icy gaze over to Chan.

“We need to talk to Jisung and we need your help to find him,” Changbin explained, Yeji threw her head back laughing, “There is no way in hell you’ll get to him but I can bring him here,”

Changbin’s features immediately lit up at the prospect, “Perfect then I can beat his face in and then force him to help us get into the Queen’s court and save Felix,”

Chan seemed to be mulling over the situation at hand, you knew that look in his eye, “What’s the catch?”

“Well, Chan’s coming with me of course, I can’t haul a considerably well-built male’s body here by myself now can I?” Yeji said, analysing her nails, “I’m sure as hell not asking Changbin to help me, he’s as good as banned from Faerie with all the shit he pulled when we were seeing each other,”

“Chan is as good as nameless here anyway,” Yeji finished, her eyes roamed over Chan’s form in a way that you most definitely did not like.

However it’s not like you had much of a decision in it. Chan would go no matter what, his vicious sense of duty and all. You tried not think about the fact that you were once again being left alone with Changbin, it’d be fine. You could handle a few hours of that, right?

“The plan is simple, I’m going to waltz right into Jisung’s lodging and coax him out and that’s when I need Chan to do the old knock him out and we bring him here where you can interrogate him as much as you like,” Yeji explained, her feline eyes reflecting a sense of impending chaos, “You won’t get near him without me,”

“And no one’s going to notice Chan hauling Jisung’s body all the way here?” Changbin asked, a brow lifted in a sceptical way,

“Of course not, I have my ways, trust me as you did in the past,” She shot him a wink, “What do you say, pretty boy?”

“Alright-“ Changbin and Chan said at the same time, both looking at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter.

“I meant Chan,” Yeji smiled, slipping her arm into the crook of Chan’s. You glared at her, Chan politely stepped away, “When do we leave?”

“Well right now of course, dusk is ready to fall,” Yeji smiled, she looked even more catlike with that expression, “I am dressed the part already,”

You hadn’t noticed her attire till she mentioned it, she was dressed extravagantly after all. You suddenly felt very ratty in your day old clothes and missing a shower. Chan nodded slowly, he took Changbin’s hand the way they always did before they left on mission. Followed by a hug and a touching of forehead to forehead,

“Parabatai, I must admit I’d love to be the jam in that sandwich,” Yeji said, “Alas, I’d hate to break them apart or make them fight but you must love the attention, no?”

You resisted the urge to throttle the faerie, “Word of advice, y/n, choose the Blondie that Changbin is more trouble than he’s worth,”

Yeji pushed a few strands of your hair back, analysing your face with your chin between her two fingers. Long nails scratching your skin, “There’s a bath out back to the left, Changbin knows the way, you need it and feel free to wear some of my clothes,”

Chan walked towards you and Yeji promptly took her leave of you to stand and wait by the front door after taking a beautifully embroidered coat off a hook. Chan looked at you like really looked at you. He brought you into his arms and you breathed in the scent of him, holding tightly to him. You knew he’d come back to you, he always did.

“Try not to kill Changbin while I’m gone?” He laughed, patting your head.

You sighed in response, “No promises,”

“I love you,” Chan said, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, “Go before Yeji drags you across the floor with her!”

And with that they were off into the night, closing the door behind them and only then did you realise something. You hadn’t said I love you back.

You turned around, scanning the interior of Yeji’s house and Changbin in the middle of it, “Her bathroom is down the hall, first door on your left,”

You nodded your head, still not feeling up to facing him especially while you were alone. You followed Changbin’s instruction leading to the bathing room. It was extravagant to say the least, it was more of a rock pool filled with gleaming water. Light seemed to pour in from the cracks in the stone of the wall.

You let yourself for the first time since entering Faerie, take a moment to look at yourself in one of many mirrors on the wall.

God, you looked like a mess. Pure, hammered shit. You looked exhausted for one not to mention your dirty hair and the dirt under your fingernails, no doubt blood of that faerie splattered in tiny splotches on your vest which had been the only thing you’d managed to save. You’d slipped Chan’s extra hoodie on over it, leaving your blood splattered top to rot at the bottom of a lake. You wanted to cry all over again, remembering what you’d done and the way you’d felt chasing after the fake Chan and then ‘killing’ Changbin well the fake version of him the Faerie had morphed into.

You sighed as you pulled off your clothes and slipped into the water. You submerged yourself completely, welcoming the silence. You washed off as best you could. Grabbing the robe that lay neatly folded next to the body of water, it was made of a mix of gossamer and silk material. Completely white and felt borderline heavenly on your skin. You tried your best to wash your clothes out as well, ringing it out to dry.

You dried your hair out as best you could with a fluffy towel before padding to what you assumed was Yeji’s room, some sort of soft mattress-like thing upon a raised stone platform. You looked at her wardrobe, she had said you could wear her clothes. You opened the door to her wardrobe and you were greeted by a collection of fine silks, satins and basically everything pretty but extremely impractical. You sighed as you picked the least see-through thing you could find. A dainty pale blue satin slip dress that you presumed must be some sort of nightdress. You padded out from Yeji’s bedroom to where Changbin was sat at the table, eating yet another energy bar.

“Bath’s free,” You said simply, head down and arms folded over your chest. He let out a strained cough before he stood up, nodding as he walked off to the bathroom. You listened to his footsteps fade out as he walked.

You sighed, sitting down on the chair he’d left. You were left alone with your thoughts again, a dangerous game. You thought about everything that had happened, everything that was going to happen. You didn’t know how long that went on. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard Changbin come out from the bathing room.

Not until he was kneeling in front of your seated self, his voice tender and gentle, “Y/N, are you okay?”

He asked, eyes filled with an unfamiliar sense of concern. Hair clearly still wet and smelling of something fresh and the unmistakable scent of him. You hated how beautiful he looked as he asked you such a simple question. Clothed in a fresh t-shirt that clung to his wet skin. It made you want to wrap your arms around his neck, breath that smell in and let him hold you and you hated yourself for it.

You suddenly stood up, narrowly missing kneeing him in the face, “I’m fine,”

“What the hell is your problem?! I don’t understand what I did to you that you’re being like this?!”

“Like what, Changbin? The way you treat me? It doesn’t feel nice to be on the receiving end, huh?!” You knew you were just grasping at straws but if you weren’t angry at him you were scared of what else you would feel for him.

“Don’t turn this shit on me, what the hell happened with you that you’re acting like this?!” Changbin barked back, his blank stare unrelenting. You clutched the edge of the table, knuckles white with the pressure.

“You happened! It’s always you! You fuck my mind up, I can’t think straight, and nothing makes sense and I don’t need this right now!” You screamed at him, he chuckled dryly throwing his head back before looking at you with a look that both scared you and made you feel something else entirely. He stepped forward, you following with trying to step back but you couldn’t not with the table behind you.

“And you think you’re the only one that’s struggling?! While I have to watch you kiss my best fucking friend, my brother, my Parabatai and I should be happy for him I should let him have this happiness after everything he’s given up for me but it has to be you that he wants that he loves?” He laughed dryly yet again, “Every time he holds you, every time he kisses you, touches you, gets to be the one you run to when you’re afraid, gets to be the one you fall asleep next too, I wish it was me and I wish he was never there,”

“You don’t mean that, he’s-“ You tried to say but he cut you off,

“Oh but I fucking do, princess, I’m not as good as him and I never have been and if you had chosen me Chan would never think about you the way I do, he would not thinking about showing you everything the world has to offer or about reading you to sleep and definitely not about slamming you down on this table, kissing every inch of your skin and making sure you forget everyone else’s name except mine,”

His gaze flicked to your lips for split second and a pause of intense silence before both of your lips collided in a fiery mess. He made true on his words and grabbed you by the hips slamming you down on the table. You couldn’t keep up with the ferocity of it all, his tongue relentless in dominating your own. Your fingers carding through his wet hair, tugging slightly causing an utterly delightful groan to come from him.

His hand running a trail of heat from your hip to wrap around your throat gently, he paused for a moment, “Tell me if you want this because if you don’t I will step away right now and this will never have happened,”

You couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of him between your thighs, all rational thought long out the window. You nodded frantically; his eyes darkened in a way you didn’t think was possible with how dark they already were. He slipped his hand from your throat to the small of your back, bringing your bodies even closer so you were flush against his own chest. He began his trail of fire down your neck, slipping the thin strap of the dress down your shoulder and replaced that with his lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed, the only thing you could make out was him. He hitched the satin dress up to your thighs, his hands gently squeezing the bare skin there. You hadn’t gone as far as to steal Yeji’s underwear, so you had a decided lack thereof right now.

Your own hands ran down his hard abdomen, pushing at his shirt. He noticed your struggle and the both of you laughed into your kiss, he broke away for a few seconds to reach behind his neck and pull his shirt off. In the midst of your laughing, your lips met in another heated kiss.

You watched him fall to his knees in front of you. He looked up at you as if searching for some sense of approval, you only offered a slow nod and that’s all the permission he needed before he began kissing the inside of your thigh where it was warm and unbelievably soft.

Feather light kisses sending heat pooling to your core. His hand gripped tightly on your other thigh, the look he gave you as he made his way to your center felt like enough to make you come undone right there and then. One hand clutched the edge of the table, knuckles white and the other was lost in his raven hair. You gasped as he pressed feather light kisses to your heat,

“S-stop teasing,” You stuttered out, he chuckled at your complaint.

“Don’t be impatient and keep still for me won’t you, love?” Changbin said, voice many octaves deeper.

You pushed his head closer to where you needed him and by the Angel, the man knew how to use his tongue. You couldn’t help the sounds that came from you as his full lips worked wonders on you and the pleading whines of his name that left you whenever he stopped to kiss your inner thighs simply to tease you.

Then you were coming undone all over his tongue and he ate like a man starved but eating his last meal, a calculated mess. He worshipped your body like you were some goddess above and then defiled your everything in the most perfect way.

You were surely going to Hell for this, for him maybe even with him, your gravest sin.

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Days Like This No One Should Be Alone

AKA: Maeiso adopt local blueberry snek

TW: Mentions of Abuse and forced cross-dressing

Whatever Maehara was expecting to happen today, this definitely wasn’t on the list. Not even in the top 20. It’s surprising how a perfectly normal day could be flipped upside down faster than Koro-Sensei could fly from one continent to another - and it all started so normally as well.

He was walking towards the cafe that his boyfriend worked at, which was his third favourite place to be (the first being in Isogai’s arms, of course), umbrella in hand to protect him from the onslaught of raindrops that were pelting down from above. His casual stroll through the nearly empty streets of Tokyo was quickly halted when a flash of blue caught his eye, bumping straight into him and sending him sprawling backwards onto the rain-immersed pavement. Maehara closed his eyes and hissed in pain at the tingling sensation of the grainy tarmac rubbing against his palms.

“Oh my god,” a very familiar voice cried out in panic, “Maehara, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?”

The strawberry blonde groaned, eyes still shut as he lifted himself up from the ground.

“Wha-yeah, man, it’s cool no worri-NAGISA?!” Maehara yelled in shock, eyes bulging and jaw dropping when he took in the appearance of his classmate.

Splodges of striking indigo draped the smaller boy’s forehead, temples and cheekbones, glaring angrily at everyone that so much as glanced at them. The smears of purple and red near those large cerulean eyes stood out against that porcelain, otherwise pristine pale skin. His cheeks were red and the golden-haired boy couldn’t tell if it was from his crying, exertion or the cold bite of the chilly air. Locks of aquamarine that were usually tied up into cute twintails were unraveled, cascading messily down the other teenager’s scalp, a few stray strands sticking haphazardly to his dampened face. What was really strange was his clothing: flowing near his knees was a flared pink skirt decorated with intricate little floral designs and a pastel pink blouse was tucked under it. The garments were rumpled and ruffled, soaked with rain and tarnished with mud. His feet were bare with raw pink painting their edges. Pooling around his feet was a large piece of cotton - most likely an old blanket - that was probably dropped during the collision.

“Nagisa, what the hell happened to you?” Maehara spluttered out once he was snapped out of his trance-like state, “why are you wearing that? Where are your shoes? Why are you crying?”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a good idea to start bombarding questions at a boy who looked like he was going to either burst into tears or have a panic attack without a second’s notice but the surprise of this entire situation just seemed to make all logic and reason fly out of the window.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’ve I’ve got to go,” Nagisa stammered out as he swiftly picked up the discarded sheet on the ground, now dripping murky brown due to the rainwater. Maehara quickly grabbed onto the blunette’s wrist to prevent him from escaping his sight.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly. Nagisa exhaled heavily and squeaked, looking at him with eyes wide with fear.

“But-but-I.”

“If anyone’s chasing you I’ll give them a lesson they’ll never forget. No one is chasing you, right?”

“N-n-no,” Nagisa gulped at the stern look that the usual carefree teenager shot him, shaking his head rapidly, “at-atleast I don’t think so.”

“Hmm,” Maehara hummed, jaw set, practically seething with rage as he regarded Nagisa’s bruised and shivering form. Whoever hurt, his classmate, whoever terrified him to this level, they better run. It just so happened that Nagisa was a beloved member of a class of assassins, all of who would give hell to whoever it was that would dare hurt him. All it would take is one message to the class group chat and they’re done for - they have no idea who they just messed with. When he noticed that Nagisa still bore that fearful countenance, his eyes softened and he pulled the smaller boy closer so that both of them were standing under the umbrella. He then handed the handle to him, which Nagisa took with a perplexed look that then transformed to shock when Maehara started stripping off his rain jacket.

“Maehara, what are you doing?” he asked with alarm, voice rising.

“Giving you my jacket,” was his simple response.

“What?” Nagisa whisper-yelled, “wha-no! You can’t do that. Really I’m fine and-”

“No, you’re not,” Maehara retorted as he held the jacket out, “Nagisa, it’s raining cats and dogs and here you are soaking wet. You’re not even wearing shoes and you’re shivering. At least I’m wearing a full-sleeved sweater under this. Now take my jacket before I shove it onto you myself.”

Nagisa gulped once again at the uncharacteristically serious tone in the blonde’s voice before taking the jacket and tentatively put it on. The large garment practically engulfed him, with the end reaching upto his calves and the cuffs flowing past his fingertips.

“Alright?” Maehara asked. When Nagisa nodded, he continued, “good. Now come on, let’s go.”

Nagisa yelped when the taller boy swung an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer under the protection of their shared canopy, “wai-wait, where-where are we going?”

“Out of this rain for one. I was actually on my way to Isogai’s cafe before I bumped into you - literally,” he was hoping that that little quip would’ve brought a slight smile, or at least that small huff of laughter he usually does, but if anything, the look on Nagisa’s face could only be described as horror.

“Wait, Isogai!” he whispered harshly, stopping in place, “I-I can’t let Isogai see me like this. I-I I just can’t. Please Maehara, just let me go.”

“Nagisa, I can’t,” Maehara replied kindly, “look, I don’t know what’s going on at all here but I need to make sure that you’re safe and letting you run off to god knows where in the pouring rain is the complete opposite of safe. We don’t need to talk about the bruises but we need to atleast get you someplace warm. And, look, you know Isogai, he never judges or asks questions when he shouldn’t. Just, please, let me make sure that you’re alright, okay?”

Nagisa bit his lip and looked down before making the smallest movements with his head - a nod. Maehara internally crowed with victory that was mixed with an overwhelming surge of protectiveness that curled in his gut at the way the golden hue of his bright yellow umbrella seemed to highlight the contusions that decorated the other boy’s face.

“That's the spirit, Nagisa. Now let’s go.”

……………...

Isogai was dressed in his classic black and white waiter’s uniform, carrying a tea tray and the air of polite grace and elegance. When the bell by the door rang to signal the two boys’ entrance, Isogai raised his head to greet them with his usual friendly smile only for his face to fall with horror and concern once his eyes had taken in Nagisa’s injured form hanging off of his boyfriend.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said gentlemanly at the middle-aged women he was currently serving tea to, flashing them his patented pleasant smile that brought in customers by the dozen as he carefully placed the teapot in the middle of the table, “an issue seems to have come up so if there’s nothing else for you to order, I shall be taking my leave.”

“Why of course not, Isogai,” One of them cooed, waving her hand down at him, “you work so hard, you know. Do be a dear and give your mother my love for me, though.”

Isogai bowed his head, “Of course, Ma’am. Please enjoy your meal.”

He immediately rushed towards the entrance, placing a hand onto the blunette’s shoulder, “what happened?”

“I bumped into him on my way here,” Maehara supplied with a jerk of his head towards the shorter boy, “any chance there’s a free booth for us?”

“Of course,” Isogai smiled, though his eyes held unmistakable concern. The look of disquietude on Maehara’s face made him uneasy - and, of course, it’s not everyday you see your classmate entering your place of work with bruises littering their face and feet bare. Especially a pacifist like Nagisa who would be the last person on Earth to be involved in a brawl of any kind, “follow me, please.”

Once Nagisa and Maehara were seated, the golden-haired boy turned towards their class representative, “Hey, Yuuma, I think he could use some tea. He’s shivering and I don’t think that it’s from the rain.”

Isogai nodded firmly, eyes still glued onto the unfortunate subject of their conversation, whose head was hung low and had yet to speak a word, “I’ll get a cup right away.”

As soon as Isogai left, Maehara looked at his companion, “So, Nagisa-“

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nagisa mumbled, hugging himself tighter.

“Alright,” Maehara said, feeling very much out of his depth at the moment, hoping and praying for Isogai to hurry up. It was such a role reversal, for him to be the one comforting Nagisa when it was normally the blue-haired boy that was the class therapist, who was the one with the emotional intelligence to make anyone calm down or cheer up, “let’s talk about something else instead.”

“Like what?” Nagisa turned to him.

“Like,” Maehara suggested, “like, about these cute cat videos Kurahashi sent to the group chat earlier. Have you seen them?”

When Nagisa shook his head, Maehara grinned and pulled out his phone to stream the very video. It turned out to be the trick because the starting clip of a tiny kitten pawing at a ball of yarn caused the very thing that Maehara hoped would happen - Nagisa smiled. It was just a small quirk of the lips but it was there. As the seconds passed and a new clip started playing, the other seemed to be entranced by the screen, even at one point covering his mouth to muffle a slight squeak of laughter. Isogai arrived during a later recording of a bunch of felines staring confusedly at a piece of cling film that was blocking their path, looking at Nagisa quizzically before turning his gaze towards Maehara, who just smiled. The brunette smiled back as he placed the tea tray onto the table and took a seat on the chairs opposite the other two. Nagisa’s head shot up at the sound of the tray hitting the tabletop, his smile sliding off his face as fast as lightning. His earlier look of fear made an appearance, which made Isogai quickly say, “Hey, it’s alright Nagisa. Nothing’s going to happen, okay. We won’t make you say anything you don’t want to, we just want to help. Oh, here, I brought an ice pack for your face. Does it hurt?”

Nagisa shook his head, but took the ice pack anyway, quietly replying, “No, I-I barely feel a thing, really. You shouldn’t have gone through all of that trouble.”

“Nonsense,” Maehara said as he started to pour Nagisa a steaming cup of tea, pushing the ceramic cup towards him, “now drink up, man.” When Nagisa just stared at the beverage, he added, “it’s not poisoned you know.”

Nagisa unzipped Maehara’s jacket so that he could extract his arms out and place both palms onto the warm surface of the tea cup and bring it to his mouth, making sure to take slow, careful sips. Isogai’s eyes widened at the sight of Nagisa’s short sleeved, light pink blouse before turning to Maehara, questions blazing in his eyes. His boyfriend could only shoot his own puzzled look and shook his head.

“Nagisa,” Isogai started, “where did you get those injuries?”

Nagisa paused, looking down at the table as he deeply exhaled, “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Were they from some bullies? Delinquents? Main campus kids?”

Nagisa said nothing.

“If it was Seo and his buddies, you can tell me,” Maehara said, smirking darkly, “I remember perfectly well them trying to have a go at me during the Kaho incident. Of course, we made them pay in the end but I wouldn’t mind going for a round two.”

“Hiroto,” Isogai reproached, “not the time. But Nagisa, if someone from our school did this to you, I would really appreciate it if you told us.”

Still nothing.

“Nagisa?”

…

“Bro?”

“No,” Nagisa finally whispered, it was so small that if the other teenagers weren’t sitting directly beside or opposite him, they probably wouldn’t have heard him, “it wasn’t someone from school.”

“From another school?” Maehara offered.

Nagisa shook his head.

“I see,” was all Isogai said.

“Does this have anything to do with what you’re wearing?” Maehara asked, “because-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nagia repeated, more firmly this time.

Realising that they weren’t going to be getting anywhere soon, Isogai said, “Alright, let’s not talk about it. We can��t let you go home though, not until the rain’s cleared up, at least.”

“I’m sorry for ruining whatever plans the two of you had,” Nagisa murmured. He seemed to find a spot on the table very interesting.

“You’re not ruining anything, Nagisa,” Isogai stated.

“Exactly,” Maehara agreed, “I normally come here before Isogai finishes his shift anyway. I usually just wait here by myself for an hour until he’s done then he spends his break with me and then I stay until it’s time for him to leave. I’m friends with the owner so he’s good with me hanging around. If anything, I’m thankful for your company.”

“Thanks,” Nagisa muttered, still refusing to meet either of their gazes, “for this - for everything. You didn’t have to do all of this and I-I know that you guys are worried for me and want to help but I’m just-I’m just not ready to talk about all of this. Not yet, at least.”

“We understand that,” Isogai explained kindly, the usual twinkle in his eyes returning full-force, “But you must know that we care about you. Maehara and I. Us seeing you hurt is not something we take lightly. And you don’t just have us; you have everyone else in our class and Koro-Sensei and Karasuma-Sensei - I’m pretty sure that even B***h-Sensei would help you if you asked her to. It’s the least we could do for all that you’ve done for us. I’m pretty sure I would’ve gone crazy or Kataoka would’ve killed someone if you aren’t there to keep the peace.”

“He’s right,” Maehara chipped in, throwing an arm around Nagisa’s sodden shoulders and grinning at him, “you’re like the nicest and sweetest guy ever. If you told me that singing birds help you get ready for school every morning I would wholeheartedly believe you. We all have your back, got it? You’re not in this alone.”

Nagisa smiled at them, though it did kind of resemble a grimace, a hue of rosy pink spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “heh, thanks. To be honest, guys, I’m just really tired right now.”

“Well if you’re tired you could just go to sleep,” Maehara suggested, “we’re going to be here a while.”

When Nagisa started to doze off, his sodden head resting on Maehara’s shoulder, the blonde looked at his best friend since Elementary School, “what should we do, Yuuma?”

“I’m not sure,” Isogai replied, “we can’t make him open up if he doesn’t feel comfortable with it but if he’s in danger we can’t let this go on. The best thing we can do right now is be there for him and wait for him to be ready to tell us what he can. Oh - looks like some new customers are coming. Are you alright with sitting here?”

Maehara smiled, “Sure I am. Go ahead, Yuuma. Go charm the world with your dazzling looks.”

Isogai rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He swiftly stood up and just as he was passing his boyfriend, he leaned down and placed a kiss onto his cheek, “Love you.”

“I love you too.”

As long as they had each other, everything would be alright.

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