#and by calm him down i mean ranging from high enough to not be able to form a single word to knocked out cold. depending on the situation

[nana2009]

why does Dave drug karkat? Is he like…flighty or something??

buoy is he.

karkat is not the most compliant captive, see.... especially since dave doesn't seem to want to actively harm him and acts so passive most of the time, so even with the possibility of things going sour that does not stop him from trying!! unfortunately, dave knows much too well how to handle these situations :/

but since karkat is so persistent and loud, sometimes a buoy has no options u kno? ;T

[maple-the-awesome]

Friend or Foe || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, Legend x GN Reader

Overview: Link visits an alternate world without its hero and, more importantly, a version of you without your Link. Unfortunately, it seems even the smallest of details can lead to disastrous results. In spirt of October and Halloween, I've decided to do a little evil prompt because none of the Links have enough emotional damage yet😈

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Four has known you since childhood, both of your families having been good friends for generations. You've always been peas in a pot together with a level of closeness that results in a lot of ‘old married couple’ jokes. You're usually the first person Four returns to after his adventures, never sparing a single detail as he knows he can trust you with his life if it were to come down to it which makes this situation so perplexing...

This you is nothing like his dear friend back home. You don't have that same sweet smile that makes his heart do loops of delight, rather a wicked grin that makes his stomach turn in disgust. When he heard murmurs about an evil magic-wielder terrorizing this world, it would've been his last guess that such a person could look exactly like you - same face, same name, same everything!

"What an interesting assortment of weapons, especially this one!" Four bites back a snarl when this cursed version of you holds the Four Sword high into the sky with a teasing smirk, "It's practically dripping with magic. Where did you get it? ...Still not going to answer me? Oh, but you were so talkative earlier - what, with all your meaningless questions and desperate begging.”

Trapped behind cold iron bars, all Four can do is watch helplessly as you search through the rest of the items you’ve stolen from him, making little comments here and there which he refuses to acknowledge (he’s learned from Vaati that responses are only encouragement). The others should be here to rescue him soon anyway. In the meantime, he’s trying to make sense of this whole situation as he has been since you first caught him.

'This just can't be our flower. I refuse to believe it. They'd never be so cruel to us like this! They're our friend!' 

'Of course they aren’t, you idiot! There's no way they'd be evil at all! This scum is an imposter and the second we get out of this prison we'll teach them a lesson about why they shouldn’t dare tarnish an angel's name like -!'

'- Calm down. We're in a different version of Hyrule which means this is more than likely this kingdom’s version of -'

'- Hogwash! Don’t you dare finish that sentence! They'd never act like this even in a different world!'

'I don’t want to believe it either, however the fact of the matter is it isn’t impossible. Think about it. Everything about this world is similar to our own excluding our existence. There is no hero meaning we weren’t ever there to protect them. Did you think about that?'

'...No...'

'That's so sad!'

Four must agree with his arguing thoughts. Although this you isn't the one he has waiting for him back home, he can't help feeling some pity towards you, refusing to believe you could simply be born evil. Something led you down this path you currently trek, and maybe this world isn't necessarily within his range of responsibility, however he still feels a bit guilty for not being able to help any version of you, here or there.

Hyrule met you shortly after meeting Zelda which was natural considering you were the eldest child of the crown. He must admit he's unfortunately never gotten the chance to know you too well, seeing as you have so many responsibilities that keep you busy while he, himself, is often sidetracked venturing through a broken world, yet nevertheless, he does know you to be a kind and generous leader - someone he’s always admired very deeply which is why he’s having so much trouble accepting you could ever be like this…

This kingdom has a sort of sadness that flows throughout the dusty sky and crumbled grass. Legend mentioned something about visiting a kingdom like it before, although Hyrule wonders now if all aspects of the Vet's experiences would match. He would ask, however such a question wouldn't be appropriate at the moment given as both heroes have been brought to their knees, spears held close to their heads to keep them submissive (not that it gets rid of Legend's scowl).

When Hyrule first laid eyes on you while being forced him to take a knee in front of your throne, he had been relieved, so certain that you'd immediately wave off your hostile guards and take note of the obvious misunderstanding that has occurred, after all this traveler is a dear friend of yours who should be treated as such. Alas, Hyrule shivers instead, frozen under your cold gaze as you glare down upon Legend and him.

"These are the heroes you found? I thought they'd be taller - more a threat than little mice," You sigh boredly with your head rested against your hand, although you do take a second longer to admire Hyrule, smirking at the boy who unlike his feisty friend looks absolutely petrified to be in your presences. 

Pushing yourself off your throne, you approach the poor boy and kneel before him. Despite his attempt to flinch away, you still succeed in running your hand against his cheek, "...Oh, but you're a cutie, aren't you? A rare gem in a world so broken."

At least you're aware of the current status of this kingdom. Hyrule would like to think that with some bitterness in mind, however he actually manages to feel sympathetic while watching you wander back to your throne, not missing that frown upon your face. 

It’s then that he’s reminded of a story his friends and him were told upon arrival here - that this world’s hero had died tragically many years ago. There’s no evidence that this world’s current state is because of you which means you could’ve simply inherited a cursed throne and allowed your own heart to hardened under the depressing circumstances, a fate Hyrule fears might have easily occurred to his own version of you as well if not for the support you had received from your siblings and himself. If only you weren’t alone in this world. Maybe then you could have become a beloved queen here, too.

Legend denies that he ever knew you; it hurts too much to accept otherwise. For the short time that he had known you, you had been a light in his life, always so sweet and magical in a way that could lift even the darkest of thoughts. There's a side of him who wishes every night that he'll be blessed with a dream about you because much to his dismay, that's his only way of seeing you again. He'd give anything to meet you in person once more even if for just a second, but not like this...

He's trying hard to keep the scowl on his face - trying to act unintimated, trying to act annoyed - despite how much his heart is aching deep down. He can feel his eyes burning. He can taste iron as he bites down upon his lip, praying to Hylia he'll wake up any moment now.

Promptly after arriving in this Hyrule, the Chain had received several warnings from locals about a ‘demon’ which lurks in the night. They claim that the creature only ever appears in the shadows, preying upon weak minds and cursing them with cruel nightmares. 

Legend, of course, dismissed it all as a story meant to scare children, even going as far as to give Warrior a hard time for being jumpy while the group was setting up camp in a forest right outside of town. Unlike some of the others, Legend doesn’t care if the wind whispers or how certain trees around them look like faces, and he was actually sleeping quite well amongst it all until getting up to go to the bathroom. 

Walking back into camp, he had been alarmed to notice a cloaked figure hovering right above Wild, their hand outstretched towards his head as the Champion shifted and whimpered in his sleep. Everyone else appeared to already be in similar states of distress, even Time’s stone expression crinkled in pain.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THEM!" Legend was quick to shout, catching the monster's attention before drawing his sword which he had thankfully taken with him earlier. He planned on fighting off the beast then hopefully waking the others from their nightmares, yet instead he found himself trapped in one of his own when the cloaked figure removed their hood.

Now he can't move, frozen in terror as he tries desperately to shake the feeling...No...No, it can't be you. This is a trick - an illusion the monster has created to mess with him. You would never stain your beautiful face with such a wicked smile. You'd never hurt anything or anyone the way this thing already has!

Regardless of his doubt, Legend can only shake as you approach a lot faster than he can process, likely aided by your ability to effortlessly float his way. Whether due to a spell of yours or a result of his own weak will, he doesn't jerk away like he wants to when you run a hand over his cheek, cooing in a mocking way, "Aw, get a lot of nightmares, do you honey?"

"N-No. Not at all," He manages, at last finding the strength to swing your way which is an action helped by closing his eyes. If he can't see your face, he won't have to battle his concern over hurting you; he can better convince himself that you aren't truly here as you've never been.

"Liar," You easily dodge him, using merely two fingers to grab his sword midair. Keeping it in place, you lean forward, your breath making his legs wobble as the tears finally begin to prick in the corners of his eyes, "I can read your thoughts - see your fears…Oh, but this is far worse than any nightmare you've had, isn't it, my dear? Far worse than any I could bestow upon you with my magic. Poor thing. You miss them terribly, don't you? If that's the case, then you shouldn’t avoid me so. Soak it up. Remember what I look like. After all, it's the last chance you'll ever get to reach out and touch me."

[latelyanobsession]

A with Billy💕

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think Billy's extremely capable of being affectionate when all the other things that cause obstacles are soundly taken care of and he feels secure and has a sound base to be on with his SO/partner.

In terms of how he shows it? I think you'd see a lot of range to Billy. You'd be likely to see times when Billy can be very considerate and thoughtful. Maybe bringing you small gifts, or doing something like getting that book at the library for you that you've been waiting to come available for nearly two months. Knowing your preferences and keeping a pack of your gum and/or cigs in his glove box.

He's definitely a guy who probably focuses more on the little things. Letting small actions add up over time rather than grand gestures. Will always take your hand when he gets the chance. Touches your cheek at least once when you're talking, and he can't stop himself from staring into those eyes of yours. Brushes your arm as he passes you in the hallway when he's off to a different class. He's by no means clingy but always likes to remind you that he's there. Is a big fan of wrapping himself around you or you to him, and nuzzling your neck when you two are alone.

I think it's definite that the more established you are with Billy the more likely you would be to see a playful side with him too. He's a pretty competitive person to begin with. Someone that likes to push buttons and test boundaries. But this is different. With this he's inviting you to play games with him. Playful smiles, knowing grins, and sudden sharp slaps to your ass. You've probably chased each other down the empty school hallways after school a few times. Depending on who's doing the chasing determines the stakes. But someone could end up pinned to a locker or wrapped in the other's arms, being growled and nipped at.

He picks up quickly on things, he's no idiot. So if you've had a bad day, and you play it off with "I'm fine" or "I'm just tired" he's not gonna believe you for a second. He won't be up in your grill about it but he'll be comfortably nearby. And if you do crash and burn before school's even out? He'll help smuggle you out. Get you both to your favorite place so you can chill and calm down. He'll sit next to you until you're ready, and drag you into his lap. Petting your hair with his chin on your shoulder. Not saying anything. Just sitting there.

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, I truly think Billy shifts. He goes through an entire ritual really... psyching himself out, hyping himself up to first flirt and obtain a partner, then the act of sex, all to then reach this endpoint. It's like warming up for a 400m dash only to crash right at the finish line.

In terms of aftercare and how Billy acts toward his partners. I believe especially towards all his non-established, one-nighter type partners that there has never been a concept of aftercare. Billy most likely allows partners to stay long enough to catch their breath, clean up, and maybe have a cigarette. But that's it.

This is what I mean by Billy shifting. He's slipping into his post-phase. So now he's shutting down. He's numbing up. He's acting like he doesn't care, even though he might. At the very least he might care that his partner for the night leaves/gets home safe. But he's in such a headspace he may not even be able to say that. He just feels empty. It's only during the sex that he feels wired. That he feels high. And now he's crashing. He's hitting that low. He can't really ever figure out why this happens but he continues this cycle. Because he knows pretty much everything else in his life fades to the background when he can reach that peak, if only for just a time.

Aftercare both on the part of Billy's partner and on his own behalf is something that he has had to learn very slowly and over time. Billy most likely saw no value in aftercare until experiencing it himself. And the more accustomed to it the more Billy begins to realize his need for it and its value with partners.

[itsnotjustgibberish]

Hello tumblr

I Infodumped about my D&D HMS/CCCC au, Also known as Dungeons and Darrells, in the CJFS so I might as well post it here too :]

The tag is #dungeons & darrells au

Anyways starting off with classes/races,

Heart is a Fallen Aasimar who's multiclassing as a Lunar Sorcerer and Oath of Vengeance Paladin.

Mind is an Envoy Warforged who's multiclassing as a Storm Sorcerer and Undying Light Warlock.

Soul is a Scourge Aasimar w/ warforged parts who's multiclassing as an Aberrant Mind Sorcerer and a Glamour bard

Whole is/was a Half-elf Valor Bard

LORE SUMMARY

Their memories seem rather blurry starting out. (Modify Memory my love…]

The trio knows they were once part of the same Whole. They also remember the fighting between Heart and Mind, and those tensions certainly haven’t been forgotten.

Soul tells the others he knows where Whole is, and they set off to find him, with already very obvious tensions and infighting developing.

…Is Whole a physical being that actually exists, or is this just a common goal Soul made up to stop- or at least detour- the other two from killing each other?

...Well anyways, they set off on their adventure.

Tensions are immediately high. Heart and Mind bicker constantly, and it doesn’t take long for the insults to get more and more personal as the rift in their core beliefs grows.

Soul is able to stop them by reminding them of their goal of finding Whole, and he continues to focus on trying to force them to understand eachother.

Weeks, and months pass and their fights continuously become more physical, which leads to Soul having to “mediate” through threats.

Heart and Mind both begin to believe Whole will be better off without the burden of the other, but while Mind tries to turn him complacent through insulting and berating him words, Heart wants to try a more physical, and permanent solution.

Heart prepares his bow, and leads Mind out away from Soul one night.

Juno was mad, he knew he’d been had, so he shot at Apollo with a bow… But listen to this-

There’s not much you can do when you roll a Nat 1.

Juno misses, horribly.

While passing through a town the trio had stolen a potion that allows the user to teleport, but the location and range they end up is randomized. Mind, in a mix of panic and rage, uses the potion on Heart by... literally just throwing it at him, and, oh- Funny how devastating it can be to roll a Nat 20.

(Eye injury)

The glass shatters over Heart's face, and quite unfortunate it now was that he took off his blindfold to try and help his aim. Sure, the thin cloth wouldn't have done all that much, but anything would be better than directly getting broken glass in your eyes.

The effects of the potion take place and Heart is teleported about a two weeks' journey away, as well.

Soul hears some of the commotion and witnesses Heart disappear, and is, obviously, very angry and concerned. Mind and Soul argue for a bit, before Mind is able to calm him down and explain what Heart tried to do.

Soul insists that they find Heart again. They find a higher level spellcaster to cast Scrying for them, and figure out where he is.

Failing so pathetically already would've made Heart feel powerless enough, but that immediately followed by isolation effects them even worse.

(Did you know that you actually only need to show consistent symptoms for two weeks before you can be diagnosed with depression?)

During those two weeks Mind is very confident and proud of itself for "Bringing justice to Heart."

{It takes everything in Soul not to rip out whatever mechanical bits let him speak}

Then they reunite with Heart, and Mind sees how truly devastating this isolation has been on him.

He feels- No, there's no reason he should be feeling guilty for them. Heart tried to kill him, and he got his karma for it... right?

Things between Heart and Mind are incredibly quiet for the next while.

They eventually start to talk more, but it usually leads to arguing or awkward tension. At least that means they're more comfortable with each other again, as Soul tries to convince himself.

Soul stays very protective over them both after All That, and is terrified to leave them alone together, which prevents them from truly getting the chance to try and fully talk anything out.

As they continue with their travels Heart and Mind continue to be forced to work together, and they start to bond. At some point they get temporarily separated from Soul and have a heart-to-uh, mind.

Things are fairly uneventful bonding/communication-wise, and there aren't many other huge events for some time, but the three of them continue to slowly build up their friendship, and put in the effort to understand one another.

Eventually they get to a point where they're all actually super close! Heart and Mind still bicker at times, but they're able to work it out, and it never gets too intense. If anything, the two of them are closer with eachother than with Soul, for once.

For once they're happy, they're getting along, and they're excited to finally meet and reform as Whole.

Until

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...They finally stop arguing and the group splits in two. Heart and Mind stay together, devastated and furious, and Soul goes off on his own.

Soul feels incredibly lost, it knows why the other two are angry at him- they should be, they have every right to. But no matter how much he knows he deserves this, that doesn't stop it from hurting.

So he does the only thing he knows in times like these; they put on a smile and plays his music.

He wanders aimlessly through a couple different towns as he plays. They often find a couple other bards, and they play together. Duets, quartets, small groups... He can never bring himself to play in a trio.

In one of the towns he plays a couple times as usual, but this time one of the members, a chicken aarakocra, starts talking with him outside of the shows.

Despite the cheerful mask Soul tries to put on, the chicken sees right through it, and he eventually drops the act. They start to open up to the other bard, who's name he learns is Darrell, and they're both able to find a lot of comfort in eachother. They get along super well, and become good friends quickly.

Soul still thinks about and feels super guilty over his other two friends, and with the encouragement of Darrell, they build up enough courage to search for them again. It's absolutely terrified of seeing the duo, it's terrified to have to see how he hurt them again, but through all his worries they never consider how, despite their pain, Heart and Mind never wanted to be angry at them.

During all this, Mind and Heart have spent a lot of time discussing their thoughts on Soul after everything. They take the time feel and and accept their anger, and agree to go find it again. They still really care about him, after all.

…

There's certainly more after this, and more I've left out between all the events mentioned here since I enjoy being cryptic, but for now, enjoy!

[book-of-baba-fett]

Illicit Affairs - Chapter 20

Captain Rex x OC

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary: After rescuing Echo, the group has to find a way to escape the droid forces on Skako Minor. Talia taps into some abilities that might have more consequences than she realizes.

Chapter Rating: M

Warnings: Angst, canon typical violence, awkward scenarios of two people who used to be in a relationship and are still in love with each other trying to act like they still aren't in love with each other

A/N: Wow, posting chapters two weeks in a ROW? It's been a long time since I've been able to do that. First off; I received some of the best interactions last week so I need to thank you all so much. A weird thing I noticed while formatting - I think this is the only chapter that's 100% Talia's POV? Much love to my beta-reader @galacticgraffiti, who I think is still in emotional recovery from this chapter. Any likes/comments/reblogs are so loved; seriously you all have no idea how much it means to me!

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19 BBY - Skako Minor

         Echo’s plan brought them into the ventilation corridors, tunnels winding so tight the group could only walk two by two. Talia led the group, with Tech shortly behind her holding his scanner, remarking on the system. Talia tuned out much of what they said, still trying to calm her mind. Climbing up the hatch had helped them evade part of the droid forces, but there was sure to be more of a fight coming.

         The tunnels provided a less than preferred method of escape: Balancing across a long pipe leading to another of the city’s buildings; suspended thousands of feet above ground. Crossing here could lead to a ship that could help them escape, or to more droids; Talia felt inclined to suspect the second.

         She stepped onto the pipe last; the wind rustled her hair wildly as it whipped her face. She carefully moved forward, her feet guiding her as she moved one step at a time.

         “Oh, boy, I can’t even look,” Wrecker grumbled from ahead, his voice carrying over the wind. He addressed Tech, just in front of him. “Just keep walking.”

         “That’s fine, but if you fall, don’t take me with you,” Tech responded.

         They were nearing the halfway point when Wrecker spoke up again, this time more panicked, “I don’t know if I can do this!”

         “We’re almost there, Wrecker!” Talia called from behind. It was true, but that distance seemed further and further with every glance; even for a Jedi balancing with no sight of ground beneath her was daunting.

Anakin’s voice broke through the air. 

“Turn around, go back!” he yelled suddenly.

Talia could make out the forms of approaching droids at the other end of the pipe. Cursing, she turned around, just in time to see the way from which they came was already filled with droids as well. She ignited her blade quickly enough to redirect the blasts from the droids; but the confined foot space on the pipe meant the clones were limited with how much they could fire back. Crosshair lost his footing, and slipped off the pipe, but Wrecker dove down to grab him, using his other arm to stop them from falling.

         Talia twirled her saber, reflecting shots, but the limited movement space prevented her from doing more. Even if she knocked the droids back with the Force, how many were waiting in the tunnel? And would the rest of the men be able to safely and quickly retreat?

         “Any brilliant ideas?” Talia shouted over the wind as she blocked another blast.         “I do have a brilliant idea!” Tech responded, pulling his datapad out and quickly typing. ‘When the locals attacked us, I recorded the creatures’ distress call-”

         “He records everything, it’s a hobby.” Hunter explained. Tech didn’t even acknowledge his brother’s interruption.

         “-which allows us to call those flying creatures to us,” Tech finished. He pressed play on his datapad, and a screeching roar rang out, high pitched and grating to the ears. Talia instinctively covered her ears, trying in vain to mute the screeching, but she just succeeded in allowing herself to be distracted.

         Talia yelped in pain as a blaster shot singed her arm, throwing her balance off. She held her saber in one hand; her teeth gritted through the pain as she was able to block some of the blasts as the clones returned fire behind her. She regained her footing as Tech called out, “There is our ride out of here!”

         Specks of black appeared in the clouds below them, racing upwards to the squad. Several shot above them, circling around as Tech’s call still played.

         “Now, how do we get on them?” Anakin asked.

         “How else; we jump!” Tech offered bluntly. If she weren’t in pain still, Talia would have laughed at how thrown off the rest of the team was at Tech’s seemingly, to Talia, obvious reply.

         “Well, if it’s our one way out,” Talia mumbled as she switched her saber off, then leapt off the pipe without hesitating. The wind coursed by her as she fell into the nothingness, using the Force to guide her to the right spot. She closed her eyes and reached out, blood rushing through her ears as she sensed the nearest figure. She slammed onto the back of the keeradak, but the creature didn’t seem to mind; it just continued on it’s course. Behind her she could hear the clones and Anakin making similar impacts while she struggled to find the best way to hold on.

         Red blasts flew in the air around them, and Talia whipped her head around to see the droids had taken flight in pursuit of them. The clones did their best to fire back, but holding onto the keeradaks was complicated enough without the distraction of the droids. Anakin’s voice could be heard over the wind, lamenting over his inability to steer, but the keeradaks seemed to be more than capable of evading the droids, curbing sharply and causing a pair of droids to crash. Talia risked another glance behind, and couldn’t make out any more droids following them; they seemed to be in the clear for now.

It wasn’t a long flight back to the village, and as they circled to land, many of the Poletecs gathered round, leaving a small clearing for the keeradaks to touch down. Anakin stepped off first and approached the leader, who was already addressing him.

“Their leader is impressed we tamed the keeradaks, but he wants to know why we returned here?” Tech translated.

“Tell him we had no choice, tell him…that we wore out our welcome in Purkoll,” Anakin offered much to Talia’s annoyance. Out of all the ways to explain what could be a dangerous situation; that’s how he worded it? Tech relayed Anakin’s words over to the leader, and before he could finish speaking, blaster fire rang out.

The shots hit the ground near where they stood, giving Talia only a moment to lightly Force push a group of Poletecs away from the fire before the clones could aim back at some of the flying droids swooping overhead. The men were quick to react, taking out most of the droids, but one managed to get away.

“Not good. If I know Tambor, he'll come after us,” Anakin groaned as the droid flew away, “...us and the Poletecs, with everything he's got.”

The Poletec leader immediately spoke, his fear and frustration radiating off him as he addressed the group.

“What's he saying, Tech?” Talia asked, but she could already feel everything the leader wanted to portray from his emotions.

“He says that we have broken our word,” Tech translated as the leader continued to speak. “We have brought the war to his village.”

Before Talia could cut in to try and smooth this over, Rex cut in between her, Anakin, and the leader.

“You're right. Tell him he's right, Tech,” Rex ripped off his helmet as he spoke, tucking it under his arm. His voice was strong and commanding, not wavering as he addressed the leader. “Tell him we didn't plan to drag his people into war. But look what the Separatists did to one of our people!”

Anger crept into Rex’s voice at his last sentence as he pointed at Echo, his appearance compared to the other clones drastic. The Poletecs gasped as they saw his weak form, the ports where the wiring had connected to him still visible. Rex didn’t pause, he didn’t relent, he did what Rex did best, which was stand for those he cared about.

“They took away his freedom, his humanity, they tried to turn him into a machine,” Rex continued, addressing the Poletecs with a passion he usually reserved for his own men before battle. Talia regarded him with pride swelling in her chest as Rex stood his ground with Tech translating his speech to the Poletecs. “The Techno Union claims it's neutral, but they have chosen sides. Now your people have to choose.”

The Poletecs murmured amongst themselves, and Talia could sense that Rex’s words moved them.

“Well done, Rex,” Talia said under her breath as the leader began to address his people. Rex’s gaze softened as he was about to reply to her, but he was cut off by Crosshair backing in to them.

“Let’s hope it works,” Crosshair said, “Because I see forces coming, more than we can handle alone.”

The squad divided, doing their parts to prepare for the incoming Separatist forces. There wasn’t enough time for a large-scale evacuation, but Talia helped some of the children and weaker villagers find safe places to hide before taking her position for the upcoming fight. The plan was to set up an ambush for the droid forces, with the warriors among the Poletecs joining the team along the edges of the cliff that surrounded the village. For a small, less technologically advanced people, the Poletecs had many fighters willing to jump to their aid, something Talia was sure was owed to Rex’s influencing speech.

Talia crouched in front of a group of fighters, her saber in her hand as she watched the first specs of droid fighters fly in and land in the settlement. A makeshift bandage was wrapped around her arm that had been hit when they escaped Purkoll, the sting of the burn nagging at her for bacta or anything to soothe it, but she didn’t have time to worry about a small blaster wound when her help was needed. Since the shot was on Talia’s left arm, she just couldn’t separate her blade to dual wield, the wound limiting her more than she would have liked. Her eyes darted to Anakin at the top of a higher peak with Echo and Crosshair; at his signal, they would attack. More droids landed, and they began to patrol the abandoned village, scanners searching the large craters that made up much of the terrain. Anakin motioned with his hand, giving the signal for the attack to begin. A few yards from where Talia crouched, Wrecker pushed a giant boulder off the ledge, and it plummeted downhill, steamrolling over the droids in its path.

A war cry roared from the Poletecs as they rose and dived into the action to defend their home. Talia ignited her blade and leapt off the ledge, flipping to avoid the blaster fire that already filled the air. She swung her blade, taking out a droid in her path before landing with both feet on the ground. She sprinted further into the center of the village, where the heaviest throng of droids gathered. The Poletecs behind her were handling the outliers that missed the original ambush, but many of their own warriors fell as they were outmatched by the blasters. Talia pushed forward, tossing her blade to take out a trio of droids in her way before calling it back to her. The clones were scattered further from her; since they all had heavier fire power than the villagers, they would take out the brunt of the droid forces to spare as many Poletec losses as possible.

A few yards from her, Rex stood in front of a group of droids, taking them out one by one with ease. Overhead, more droids landed in the clearing, about to outnumber him. Talia sped up, narrowly dodging shots as she ran. Rex’s blasters were firing rapidly, shooting at the circle of droids around him, but more landed at his back. Talia ran and dropped, skidding towards the grouping behind Rex. She swung her blade and cut the legs off two droids behind him, giving Rex the time to turn and shoot the third as it landed. His helmet turned to her, and Talia thought he was going to say something when his blaster pointed at her.

Rex hit the droid that had landed just behind Talia, his well-aimed shot just to the side of her head. Talia exhaled and raised her blade, preparing for the next group to land. “Thanks.”

“We’re even,” Rex offered, already shooting a droid out of the sky before it could even touch down. He glanced back at Talia and did a double take. “Wait- your arm-“         Talia looked down to see the bandage had fallen off, baring the bright red blaster burn open.

  “Happened on Purkoll; I’ll be fine,” Talia waved him off. Rex cursed, and Talia could feel a lecture coming on, “We have bigger concerns right now. I’m fine.”

Rex shook his head but didn’t argue. They ran to regroup with the batch. Talia twirled her blade, redirecting shots as they came, and Rex stood behind her, aiming around her to take out the droids firing at them.  

The ground shook and a loud impact sounded; a large tri-droid landed in the clearing, looming over them. Its gun pointed into the settlement, and Rex and Talia barely had enough time to jump for cover before it fired.

The blow of the blast tossed Talia, making her slide and roll in the debris. She coughed as she pushed herself up, her body aching from the impact. Rex was rising next to her; he offered his hand to help her and she took it.

They ran for cover as the droid continued to fire into the village, shaking the ground and blinding their village as falling debris caused more dust and smoke to fill the air. The batch and a group of villagers had clustered near them, so they ran to join, seeking cover in a clustered group of buildings. Another impact and thud shook them as another tri-droid landed, and another blocked the canyon that provided the only evacuation from the village. Droid forces surged from beneath its feet, hurtling right towards them. They moved out of their cover, Tech leaving a series of electro-detonators to take out the foot soldiers. The small droids they could easily handle, but the three tri-droids provided a different kind of hurdle.

Anakin seemed to be in the same train of thought as Talia. His voice buzzed over the comm channel, “Talia, Rex; we’ve gotta take care of these walkers. I’ll take one, you two split the others.”

“Don’t worry General, the boys and I can handle this,” Rex replied. Rex signaled behind him, “Hunter, Wrecker – you’re with me.”

“Knew I could count on you, Rex.” Anakin’s voice sounded. “Oh and, Talia? Bet I’ll get rid of mine first.”

Talia rolled her eyes and turned off her comm. She pushed herself out of cover and ran towards the droid looming at the edge of the crater. The large gun pointed in her direction, and she Force-jumped to the side quick enough to avoid being knocked too far from the blast. She rolled behind rubble, peaking out to confirm the droid had moved its aim elsewhere. She sprinted forward again, this time taking out two droids that stood in her path. Poletecs were running around her, making for cover from the tri-droids’ barrage.

Talia tripped as another blast hit too close to her, the impact throwing her off balance. She caught her breath and watched as Anakin sliced off the weapons of his tri-droid, showing off as he jumped from leg to leg of the walker, incapacitating it. Gritting her teeth, Talia sprinted towards her walker again, her blade off so she could run faster. Anakin had the advantage of the high ground, so his method had worked for him, but Talia had another plan of attack.

She planted her feet on the ground and held her arm out, channeling all her energy like she had practiced. She let that coolness seep back out, the simmering frustration that she had bottled up beginning to leak. She thought of Echo’s body coming out of the cryo tank, emaciated and hooked up to the Techno Union’s machines. How they had taken him and turned him into a tool to be used against his brothers, his free will gone. How scared and dazed he was when they let him out. Talia hated them for what they did to him.

         Talia pushed her anger, baring her teeth as the bolts of lightning left her fingertips, firing to the eye of the tri-droid. The droid stuttered, electricity pulsing through it as its legs halted. Talia grunted; she wasn’t giving enough power. She dropped her lightsaber and used her other hand too. Yelling as the power surged through her, Talia channeled every conflicting emotion she’d had as of late into taking out the tri-droid. The droid’s lights went out, and it swayed backwards from the force of Talia’s power. It lost its footing, tilting backwards until it fell, creating a domino reaction as it crashed into the droid Anakin took out behind it, and then into the last walker.

The surge of power ended. As the lightning dissipated, Talia fell to her knees, panting heavily as the three droids crashed into the ground, sending a wave of dust and debris through the air. A cheer roared out from the villagers as the last of the droids fled: the battle was won. Villagers ran over, some offering to help her stand as she clumsily pushed herself up. They babbled what Talia could assume was thanks in their garbled tongue, another group nearby surrounding Anakin in a similar gesture. Their words were muffled to the blood rushing through Talia’s head, exhaustion overtaking her but she had to power through it for a little longer. Through the haze she could make out the clones standing in the distance, clustered around the wreckage of the fallen walkers. Rex’s visor was trained on her, masking any thoughts or emotion his face would be portraying. But Talia could feel something from him that she had never felt before.

Rex was afraid.

“That was a neat trick,” Anakin’s voice interrupted Talia’s thoughts and she stared at him for a moment before she could process his words.

“Guess I know some things you don’t,” Talia replied tightly, forcing a confident smirk through her exhaustion.

Anakin hmphed, but offered a cocky grin, “I still took mine down first.”

Talia shook her head, not having the energy to offer another quip back to Anakin. Now that the fight was done, they could get back to the Havoc Marauder, and finally get Echo off this planet.

It didn’t take them long to depart, just a simple farewell from the leader of the Poletecs as he expressed his gratitude and loyalty to the Republic for their aid. Talia boarded the ship first, and contacted Masters Windu and Kenobi on Anaxes to let them know the mission was a success. The two Jedi seemed surprised. Talia couldn’t blame them for how much the mission was a shot in the dark, but they also expressed their praises to the team for extracting Echo. They let Talia know that a medical team would be waiting for their arrival, and that Echo would be taken in for care as soon as they arrived back on Anaxes: he seemed to be holding up well, but Talia worried for him. 

As the ship ascended through the hazy atmosphere, Talia secluded herself to a back corner of the ship, where she could tend to the wound on her arm. She was digging through their storage when a voice interrupted her. 

“Looking for something?” Hunter asked, a somewhat incredulous grin on his face as he watched her. 

“Sorry, should have asked before I dug around; do you have any medical supplies I could use?” Talia explained quickly, now that her adrenaline was fading, the sting in her arm was getting impossible to ignore. Before Hunter could ask what was wrong, Talia turned so he could see the bright red burn on her arm. He let out a low hiss, and reached into a crate next to the one Talia was searching. 

“That looks painful, but these should do the trick,” Hunter handed her a small medkit. Talia nodded in thanks as she moved to the small table situated in the corner. Hunter hovered for a moment, watching as Talia ripped open the package. “Do you need a hand? That might be tough to wrap up on your own.” 

“I’ve got it,” Talia quickly replied as she peaked into the bag. Hunter paused for a moment, but nodded and didn’t protest before he walked back to the cockpit. Talia grabbed some gauze, disinfectant spray, and some bacta salve that the batch had on hand to patch herself up as quickly as possible. 

She hissed as the cool disinfectant met the burn, her skin burning red in a starburst burn that covered a decent portion of her upper arm; the dusty air and rolling around to avoid more blaster fire probably irritated the wound even more. The angle of the center of the wound was awkward for Talia to reach, and she cursed under her breath as she rubbed against her sensitive skin the wrong spot trying to reach around. 

“Let me help,” a voice cut across her frustrations. Talia glanced up to see Rex setting his helmet on the table. He sat down next to her, removed his gloves and grabbed the disinfectant spray, spraying his hands before he grabbed the bacta tin from Talia. He didn’t give her a chance to try and deny his help, or insist that she was fine. Rex just helped. 

“Thanks,” Talia murmured as Rex spread the bacta on the back of her arm, his grasp soft as he tried not to further irritate the skin. He was tense, guarded. He seemed to be blocking something off, a wall around his mind as he tried to keep his thoughts to himself. Rex’s lips pursed slightly as he removed his hands, waiting for the bacta to drive before he would wrap the bandage. 

“You know I always have a spray on me,” he said. He wasn’t saying this to give her new info, it was a reminder. “You should have asked when we were out there. This kind of wound could easily get worse, you know that.”

“We had more important things to deal with,” Talia retorted with a frown flickering on her lips. She didn’t ask for his help, so she didn’t need a lecture. 

Rex made an annoyed noise, but didn’t press her further, other than adding, “Just go see Kix when we land on Anaxes, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” Talia huffed out sarcastically, earning a frown on Rex’s lips this time. He grabbed the gauze off the table, and unwound it quickly, tearing off the bit he needed to wrap around her arm. Talia could sense a crack in the wall he had built up, frustration and disappointment leaking through with a bitterness. Talia narrowed her eyes as she watched him, as he tried to keep his face masked but she could see right through it. “Just say what’s bothering you.”

If Rex was surprised she was so direct, he didn’t react, but Talia suspected he wasn’t; that he knew she would notice something, and that she wouldn’t be able to hold back on calling it out. 

“You’ve gotten stronger,” Rex said bluntly. “With the lightning. The last time you used it you passed out, and what you did then wasn’t nearly as powerful.”

“I’ve been practicing,” Talia shrugged, only getting a scowl in return from Rex. “What? You saw what it did. Figured if I can use it, I might as well to get us out of tough spots-”

“Maybe you can, but did you think about if you should?” Rex interjected. He met her eyes for the first time, and Talia now felt that not only was their frustration directed at her, but his emotions were fueled by worry.

“Rex, it’s fine,” Talia tried to placate him, “I don’t use it all the time; this is the first time I’ve tried in battle since I’ve been practicing. And I would only ever use it in dire situations.”

“Like trying to one up Anakin?” Rex accused, his eyes darted to the front of the ship to make sure no one was listening, but they all seemed otherwise occupied. Talia gaped at him then shut her mouth, biting her tongue as she tried to think of a response, but Rex cut her off before she could try, “And don’t act like that wasn’t why.”

“I wanted us to win,” she said coolly. 

“At what cost to yourself?” Rex asked, accusation fleeing his voice as he nearly pleaded with her. He exhaled heavily, and fixed her with a serious stare, “I-I thought you said it was something only those who used the Dark Side could accomplish. Why would you put yourself through that?”

“It’s not just Dark Side users, Master Plo has done it before!” But even as Talia offered up the explanation, she knew it wasn’t the same. From her talks with Plo about electric judgment Talia knew that how Plo used the ability differed much from her own channeling. And by the frown on Rex’s face, she knew he saw through the lie. Talia sighed, but still felt defensive as she tried to assure him.

“Look, I’m fine. I’m careful with it. I would have thought out of anyone that you would understand that sometimes any actions are necessary to beat the enemy.” 

Rex’s face set to stone at that, and he darkly responded, “What, because it’s what I was bred for?”

Talia recoiled. It would have been less painful if Rex had slapped her, rather than use those words she had said against him in her own anger. Words she had never meant.

But there was pain in his eyes, behind a coldness she had never seen in him, pain that reminded her how she had hurt the person she cared most about. She opened her mouth to try and explain what she meant, but Rex just tightly tied the gauze around her arm and pushed himself up, grabbing his helmet and gloves back from the table, and turned back to the front of the ship without looking back at her. 

Talia was once again left behind to gather her thoughts after a conversation with Rex, a hollow void in her gut as she found herself stuck. She knew no matter how much she still wanted him, things could never go back to how they were, that Rex had made up his mind and Rex never changed his mind. But she had still hoped that, in some way, Rex and her would be able to move on, that they wouldn’t resent each other forever. But obviously the damage had been done, and Talia doubted Rex would ever see her in a different light again. 

Talia clenched her fists, holding them so tight her nails threatened to pierce the skin of her palms. It was all she could do to ground herself, to not fall apart as Rex stood mere feet away. She unclenched her hands, examining them to see the crescent shaped indents from her nails, but her eyes tracked to her fingertips. Her skin was raised, light white scars tracked like lighting from her fingertips to her first knuckle. They would be barely visible to anyone else, but they stood out to her as she stared at her hands. Maybe Rex had a point, and that she should be more careful with powers she didn’t fully understand and had no guidance with. Still, she was grateful he had not seen the scars forming on her, because she didn’t know if she could handle the way he would have looked at her then.

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Hi❤️ May I request headcanons for yandere Levi, Eren, Kaneki, Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen and Yushiro with a diabetic reader?

There are type 1 and 2 of diabetes so I covered both aspects, though the treatment for both is in aspects basically the same. I would also like to say right now that I am by no means an expert so correct me if I’m wrong.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusions, manipulation, clinginess, overprotective behavior, control, monitoring, stalking, abduction

Diabetic s/o

Eren Yeager

👊​His lack of knowledge for your condition frustrates Eren beyond belief as he has no real idea what this term means the first time he's being told. Instantly asks around in his circle of friends and your own relatives what exactly diabetes is and how he can help. There's a snappy tone in his voice as he does so, his iritation about the lack of help he can give getting to him. Chances are that he ends up pestering the doctor who supervises you in a rather aggressive tone before he finally demands from you a thorough explanation. Eren literally can't have a peace of mind unless he at least has grasped the basic picture and even then he still struggles to comprehend which puts him in a bad mood. He's highly protective and almost pissed that diabetes is something permanent instead of something that can be healed completely. Initially his s/o might think that he blames them for having it but he forces himself to calm down to assure you that he isn't angry at you, just mad that it had to be you.

👊​The Yeager is forced to rely on a lot more help than he'd like even if he knows that it's the best for your health and that those people have been helping you for years now. Something annoys him deeply though, resonating from his possessive and especially overprotective attributes. He tries to absorb as much as he can and some things he is able to adapt properly. He manages to learn what food you can eat to keep your blood sugar and cholesterol in target ranges and stay at a healthy weight and makes sure that you consume what is high in protein and low in fat. He helps you with your physical exercise, insists on coming with you and he remembers what pills you have to need. There are things he can't really help you with though as he still struggles to understand them or simply can't help you with since he is no expert. Monitoring your blood many times a day is still difficult for him to do and if you need insulin therapy, he's out.

👊​Eren becomes really overbearing, especially when he hears what diabetes problems can be if they aren't properly prevented. He's paranoid when he hears that heart diseases or a nerve damage can happen to someone with diabetes. You're already following your diet and exercise schedules yet Eren turns downright controlling and wants to monitor your every meal and exercise to make really sure you do everything to help you. Always tags along if you visit your doctor and go over your condition, has a hawk eye on you whenever you are injected with insulin, doesn't seem to fully trust those who do their best to help you. He is even more short-tempered than he normally is, his frustration clearly building up because there is nothing that can heal you and he lets his frustrations more than just once out on people around him. Sometimes he snaps even at you when you stray a bit from your plan though he instantly apologizes.

👊​There is a insecure part inside of him though. Eren feels helpless, lacking the experience and professionalism to be of much help and even if you tell him that his support is enough, he doesn't. There is so much he keeps inside of him. He's paranoid and afraid what might happen to you and angry that you had to be diagnosed with diabetes and he doesn't know where to direct this anger exactly. He isn't fond to have so many people around you yet knows that they're more suited to help you than he and that hurts him yet he's too possessive to leave you. He stores up his emotions as Eren is initially unwilling to tell you, always brushes your worried questions of. Eventually he has a small meltdown in front of you though as he nearly yells out his feelings, frustration audible and tears in his eyes as he crumbles emotionally shortly down in front of you. He's even more smothering after exposing his vulnerable side to you, becomes very touchy once you two are alone to reassure you and him that it'll be fine.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️​The man grew up in an environment of dirt and sickness, his own mother died because of starvation and illness so he'd probably have a broader knowledge. He connects diabetes to a problem with blood sugar that requires a special treatment such as a diet and exercise and that's about it. He's troubled with it when he finds out, not because it annoys him or anything but more because it triggers his protective side. There's no one to really blame for this and so he feels no resentment though he also sometimes feels frustrated that it had to be you from all people who suffers from it. Instantly goes out his way to learn more about it and he goes directly to whoever treats you at the moment and demands a sort of lesson. He asks your parents and your friends who have experience and ends up buying a pile of books about diabetes which he binges in a short amount of time. He suffers from insomnia as it is so at least he puts those hours meant to sleep to good use by doing something for you.

⚔️​Some things are relatively easy to understand for him. He quickly remembers food you should and shouldn't eat but makes just in case a list he has somewhere in the kitchen. Levi would rather stick to exactly that even if apparently some sugary food once in a while is okay as long as consumed in the right amount. His kitchen is filled with ingredients such as carrots, peppers, apples, eggs and whatever is healthy for you. Everything with too much fat or sugar is removed from his meals as he simply adapts your own diet, it's healthier anyways. Your exercise plan is easy to follow as well though he is very nitpicking so he probably starts chiding you if you still have a few seconds less. Might even exercise with you, your life style overall is healthy so he ends up adopting it pretty much. Has you cleaning the house with him as the clean freak he is, scolding you that you should see it as some sort of exercise yourself to burn some blood sugar.

⚔️​The man reaches a hurdle when it comes to monitoring blood or your insulin therapy at first but determined to learn to help. Differently from Eren, he accepts the fact that others can help you better and will always be needed in your life. Your health is top priority and if it means that he has to put up with some people so be it. You've known them for years so he thinks it's fine to put some trust into them. Wants to be supervised and corrected the first few times when he takes a blood sample to monitor your blood sugar, constantly informs himself how food, stress and hormones can change the level of sugar inside your blood. The biggest step is probably insulin for him since he doesn't fully know how to inject it and where he is supposed to press into so that's the only thing that he lets the doctor handle since you need it, especially if you're type 1. He's strict on himself, says that he only wants to move in with you when he knows how to treat your diabetes.

⚔️​Levi is petty and he has a reason to be, throws glares and rude comments at anyone who tries to tempt you to stray for even a short time from your schedule since it could lead to serious health issues. Whilst he is overbearing in his own rights, he doesn't fear that you might go against your health plan if he doesn't do since you should know best what happens elsewise. He trusts you enough with that. Ends up going through the entire list of diabetes problems someone might develop and it doesn't really ease his nerves when he reads something about strokes and kidney diseases. He doesn't want to be overly paranoid but as soon as you are acting even a bit sick he instantly is next to you, checks your blood sugar and drags you afterwards to a doctor just to be sure. Levi keeps quiet about his own worries regarding your diabetes most of the time to not worry you, appears sometimes lost in thoughts. He is honest if he notices that you think he holds it against you with reassuring words.

Ken Kaneki

🔲​For Kaneki this just calls huge troubles since he's paranoid and wants to keep his darling to himself to protect them yet is is very clear that he can't do that. He possesses some fraction of common sense to be aware that he could never be a good substitute for a doctor, especially considering that he has beyond the basic knowledge of diabetes, no clue. And it absolutely kills him on the inside. He feels pretty useless since he can't do more for his darling and ends up pushing himself harshly. He skips sleep as he spends hours browsing through the internet and reads numerous articles and tips how to take care of someone with diabetes, watches documentaries and chances are that he breaks into the office of your doctor to read through the files concerning you. Feels so sorry for you, it shouldn't have been you to suffer from diabetes and even if you look fine, he fears you aren't. His mentality is put under a heavy strain as he has to endure more than he can take.

🔲​As someone who doesn't require human food anymore, he stores his shelves full with vegetables, fruits, grains and whatever he can get his hands on. He is constantly worried that he might mess up, checks all the ingredients and the receipes multiple times before he finally starts chopping and preparing a meal for you. He doesn't venture outside of what you've always had prepared the past few years, additionally worried that it won't taste good and since he feels sick when eating human food, he can't make sure of it. He realizes painfully that he can't have you do nothing as he knows that a daily exercise is important yet tries to design a room to work out in. Always watches when you exercise out of fear that you might accidentally hurt yourself. You don't limit yourself only to the house though so eventually he takes you out of the apartment to exercise in a more peaceful area where he still accompanies you. There is no chance that he allows you to go outside if he isn't with you in the first place.

🔲​He can't take your doctor away from you since he's an important figure in your life. Technically it isn't Kaneki's fault since he never studied medicine yet there is a pressuring guilt inside of him since he feels like he isn't helping, no matter how much he does. Kaneki feels not like he's really needed in your life and it gets to him, he probably cries when he feels overwhelmed in his sensitive and emotional state. Yet he tolerates it since he can't help you as much as he'd like when it comes to monitoring your blood sugar or with your insulin therapy. If you have an insulin pump he ends up checking countless times a day if it's still attached and working but his heart hurts when he sees the device. It's unfair that you have to go through all of this. Prone to crumbling down in front of you since he has too much blame, anger and sadness and directs it most of the time against himself. Asks around in his surroundings if someone could additionally help you, still feeling like the treatment isn't enough.

🔲​That's how he ends up approaching Kimi who is a medical student and asks her if she could help you as well, he probably begs if she hesitates. Eventually he learns what can happen if diabetes isn't prevented with the right treatment and some of the stuff he reads makes him nauseous as he fears that it will happen to you. The male ends up reading from there on too much into every little sign you give of as he instantly fears that you might suffer from too high or too low levels of blood sugar, drags you instantly to the doctor or calls Kimi to check on you and help you. He appears to be constantly under stress as he is constantly paranoid that something might happen to the point where he can't sleep properly anymore and spends hours watching you. Gladly discards his own health like this though if it means that you're fit and happy though his weakened state makes him even more prone to his emotions. Despite all of this he never strays away as you are his happiness, his everything in this world.

Kamado Tanjiro

❤️​As the oldest child of the family and in consideration of his nurturing and protective side, he has most likely experience to nurture someone who is ill. He also lived in the countryside and was due to that a bit more isolated so there is a solid chance that he doesn't know what diabetes is the first time he hears it. He sort of senses that it's something that troubles you a bit so he's quick to ask around what diabetes is. As he gets to know more, he starts feeling more protective over his darling and is also worried that it might burden them deep down, even if they deny it he would still be able to smell it if they're secretly sometimes sad. From the beginning on very honest, he clarifies to you from a very early point on that you should never feel like bothering him with your condition as your health and happiness are from utmost importance to him. He plans to support you and take care of you from now on as well though not hesitant to ask others for help if he needs it.

❤️​It's relatively easy for him to create a good relationship with parents and friends due to his sincere and honest nature, not to mention the fact that he obviously cares about you a lot. He learns from your parents and your doctor what aliment you can consume and what isn't healthy for you. Starts preparing meals for you at one point and makes sure to always buy ingedients that you and your parents might need. When he isn't on any missions or trains, he makes sure to help as much around the house as he can since he wants to be as helpful as he can be. He even tells your parents to take rest and let him handle the chore as he expresses his gratitude multiple times to them for all they do for you, same for your doctor. Wants to accompany you during your daily exercise as he is almost like a cheerleader, encouraging you to hold through until the end. He exercises a lot so he tries to introduce you to some of his training though he considers that you are no Demon Slayer.

❤️​Tanjiro finds himself sometimes still overwhelmed with some of the medical terms and treatment that is thrown his way. The boy is nothing short of stubborn to understand it as well though. There is sometimes a bit confused look on his face when you're blood sugar level is being tested and it only deepens when the doctor explains it to him though with time he starts understanding more about it. He seems to not be bothered that some things he can simply never do as good as others, especially if you need insulin as part of your therapy. If you need to take any sort of pills, he's always willing to get them for you. If he's with you, he most likely makes it his habit to carry around a little asset of things in case something happens. Always asks you if you have eaten your meal, remembered to exercise, taken your pill and if you feel well. If he is gone for a period of time, he is even more thorough with his questions since he's always concerned something might happen to you.

❤️​If you aren't feeling well or he realizes that you show a potential sign that something with your blood sugar isn't right, he instantly wants a test before coaxing you into visiting the doctor. Tanjiro just wants to be really sure that you're fine. When he introduces you to his friends, he makes sure to explain to them your situation as good as he can though Inosuke probably still won't understand it and Tanjiro has to end up apologizing a few times for his friend's rough exterior. Very honest with his feelings so whenever he feels a bit worried about your condition because something happened, he tells you. Tanjiro still is mindful to make sure that you don't feel like you're a burden to him. Accepts the situation very quickly as he understands that there is no one to blame and that he can only try his best to help you with your treatment and support you through everything. There might be no way to completely cure you but he will still make sure that you're as happy and loved as possible.

Agatsuma Zenitsu

⚡​Zenitsu truly has a great start with you as he discovers to his absolute horror that he doesn't understand much of your condition besides what every bystander knows. It leads him to his first rant of apologies where he already goes on about how he shouldn't be with you and that he might end up killing you before he calms down after a few minutes. He is left discouraged though so his s/o has to comfort him and encourage him that even they had to adjust to everything in the beginning and that he can learn. If he notices that you are sad because you think that he doesn't want to be with you because you have diabetes, he's instantly back to ranting that he's sorry for making you upset before switching over to promising that he'll do his best to learn everything he can to help you. Even with his low self-esteem, Zenitsu is determined to improve since he wants to treat you right. Let him sparkle in determination like this for a while before he calms down.

⚡​Extremely apologetic though so every time he gets something wrong, he instantly apologizes as he panics. He's with time better informed about what could happen if you suffer from your blood sugar so he takes mistakes especially heavy to his heart. How can he be a good boyfriend if he can't even remember what food is good and healthy to you? He might end up killing you by accident! Oh, he is a horrible person! There is this period of time where he seemingly lets everyone else handle everything as he feels discouraged and insecure, thinking that he can't do anything for you after all. With time he learns to push through, correcting his mistakes instantly and learning from it instead of dropping everything and stepping back. There is still a ton of apologies from his side. His determination to be better for you help him to continue though until he's confident enough to get you your food himself and exercise with you where he tries to show off somewhat.

⚡​The only obstacles he still has is taking tests to monitor your blood sugar and, if you need it, insulin. Those are things he just can't seem to be able to do. Even if you tell him that it's fine since you know how to monitor your blood alongside with your parents and friends and that injecting insulin into your body is the job of the doctor, it doesn't wash away his emotions which seemingly spill all the time. Truth be told, he can't even really look when someone injects you with a syringe. The yellow-haired boy looks more in pain than you do, usually kisses the spot where you were pricked. Whilst he reacts more than just one time overly loud and dramatic, there are times where he seriously looks down as he wonders if he really is the right choice. He feels pathetic for his behavior, believes that your parents must wish for a better partner than him who can help you better with your diabetes. Bottles up his emotions inside of him since he doesn't want to be more of a weakling and nuisance to you or your parents.

⚡​Your condition is more important than his pathetic state so he never wants to talk with you about it, holding onto his belief that he'll just pressure you with unnecessary things. Instead he focuses solely on you as he still has to learn more and be better when it comes to ensure that you live a good and healthy life. Zenitsu pushes himself mentally more and it takes a toll on his nerves sometimes since he can very easily overthink. When you finally manage to have a serious talk with him and confess that he already gives you so much support by being with you, he finally opens the lid to his emotions and admits his insecurities in a gloomy way. After that talk he feels freshly motivated though, the knowledge that you love him and want him giving him new energy. If he can't help with everything in your therapy, he'll just focus to make you happy as much as he can whilst also protecting you. The type to make a fool out of himself to make you happy.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊​Giyu keeps most of the time a very stoic expression on his face yet it doesn't stop him from feeling concerned since he doesn't know how he is supposed to treat someone with diabetes. There is the lack of deeper knowledge about it in general but he seems reasonable enough to know that he can learn. Tries to ask Shinobu if she knows more since she's a friend of his and manages to buy a few books about the topic. The Pillar is aware that he has to leave his comfort zone though as this alone won't cut it if he wants to be a good partner. So eventually he tries to break a bit out of his reversed shell and approaches people closer to you who've dealt with your diabetes for a while now. Very pragmatic as he just listens, observes and asks something when he didn't understand something before he finishes the conversation. His lack to know how to converse with someone he isn't really close to shines through, especially since those are people close to you Giyu worries what they think of him.

🌊​Almost a bit relieved as he learns some things really fast such as the recommended food for your healthy diet and your daily exercise schedule. As the Water Hashira he has his missions where he ends up leaving you alone for a longer time and he spends a surprisingly long time to go through your schedules with you so you don't forget anything. When he isn't with you and has free time to think, he probably goes in his mind through everything he has learnt so far from your therapy. The food you can eat, how much you need to exercise a day and when you do your training. Feels bad whenever he returns after a mission, mildly worried that in the time he was away something happened. It becomes a small habit that he ends up buying groceries you need and like whenever he visits you after a longer absence. When Giyu can be with his s/o, he usually spends his time helping them to cook, exercising and taking walks with them. It's healthy for you and relaxing for him.

🌊​Monitoring your level of blood sugar is something he'd rather let you or others handle initially, at first rather focusing on aspects he knows that he can learn quicker. He assists you though if you need his help to measure your blood sugar as he listens to your explanation and does as you tell him to do. He manages to know when you have low or high blood sugar though since he knows what your ideal range is. Something he knows he probably can never fully help you with are your insulin shots though, he lacks the profession to prescribe you the stuff, not to mention that there are different varients. Giyu acknowledges that he can't do anything for you though, he's no doctor who knows what pills or insulin might help you to prevent any troubles with your diabetes. He probably has Shinobu as a standby since she has medical knowledge herself, just in case if something happens and she's closer than your regular provider.

🌊​Even with his aloof expression he never really gives his darling the feeling that he is annoyed with something. He's patient and understanding with pretty much everything, senses when you're stressed with something and suggests for you two to take a walk and talk it out since it might affect your blood sugar. Starts to learn how to cook for you in case you're unable to do so and he adapts to your diet quickly, eats the meals even if he wouldn't call them his favorites. He appears so serene but Giyu is still very protective, especially with you so he keeps a sharper eye on you. Especially when you show signs of lower or higher blood sugar or any unwanted troubles of diabetes he is quick to get you an appointment with the doctor to remove difficulties before they fully begin. His own worries he'd rather keep to himself since you have already enough to think about in his opinion, though he listens to all of your problems to prevent you from stressing out.

Yushiro

🌫️​Despite being depicted as rather arrogant and short-tempered, Yushiro fawns quite a lot over his s/o. Getting to know that they're diagnosed with diabetes turns him into quite a overbearing mother hen though and that steams especially from the fact that he is the assistent of Tamayo who is a doctor. So it's safe to assume that he has a rather wide knowledge about diabetes and for that is also too aware of the unwanted and dangerous health issues that can arise with the wrong treatment. If it would go like this demon wants it to be, he'd probably want his darling to only be treated by Tamayo and him. He feels somewhat cocky about it since Tamayo has so much more experience than whoever is your provider as of now and he is rather confident about his own abilities as well. He has this scowl on his face whenever you leave both of them to attend to an appointment with your doctor, tries to convince you to give Lady Tamayo a try as well and him of course as well.

🌫️​It's quite easy to recall in detail what food is healthy and good with high protein yet the problem arises how to prepare it. Yushiro can do many things but cooking might just be something he struggles with, it's been years since he consumed vegetables and normal human food. It's something he is unwilling to admit to you so he spends hours in a kitchen in an attempt to polish his skills and the first few tries ended in something not so editable. Tamayo just smiles lightly amused as she is the one who can cook more than just decent despite being even older as a demon than Yushiro so the food you get served when visiting those two is Tamayo's. The demon boy is stubborn though as he continues to cook. The first time he managed to put something together that you found delicious, he was basically beaming with pride. He's more possessive and jealous so he'd like you to do your workouts inside without much people yet Tamayo chides him that it isn't good for your health.

🌫️​The two of them become over time anyways your other pair of doctors next to the one you already have. Yushiro goes through your exercise and diet schedules and scoffs with a grin on his face when he sees something that could have been planned better. He loves to call out whoever made this together with you as still unprofessional and Tamayo puts him with a few words quickly back into place. Whenever you're over those two measure your blood sugar quickly and Tamayo is willing to give you a syringe of insulin if it's part of your therapy. Yushiro does it too, very eager to help you. Constantly suggests new things for your schedule which he believes to be better and more suited for your therapy and feels proud when he realizes that you actually followed his advice. Tamayo herself gives her own advices and tips since you're a precious friend to her just as much and she sometimes likes to tease her friend, aware that he harbors strong feelings for you.

🌫️​ He'd like to have you constantly with him and Tamayo so he can always check on your condition yet he's unable to do so since he can't go into the sunlight like you and Tamayo restricts him from acting on his jealous and possessive nature. Both keep their true nature obviously a secret at first though with time you start to become more and more suspicious before you eventually find out, to your major shock since you didn't believe in demons before. Yushiro is extremely nervous since he's afraid that you might be scared. It's Tamayo who explains everything calmly to you and eventually you accept the truth and acknowledge that those two aren't dangerous. Yushiro starts to fawn even more over you afterwards, he's clingy as he follows you around whenever you spend time with those two, worringly asks if you've followed Tamayo's and his advices and if you've felt unwell in the time you weren't with those two.

Uzui Tengen

🎶​As someone who is currently a Hashira and used to be a ninja in his past, the chances that he's the expert when it comes to diabetes are slim. Yet he doesn't seem one bit discouraged, as flamboyant and energetic as ever when he receives the news though instantly very demanding to know more about diabetes and the therapy. The pressure he puts on you is pretty minimal though since he is protective and cares for you much, with everyone else that's a different story though as they have a tall man towering over them who forces them with his eccentric behavior to tell him more about your condition and treatment. His three wives are just as eager to find out how they can care for you and make sure that you're healthy and all of those four, especially Tengen though, expects much from the people treating you. To the point where they feel pressured despite being the professionals and having helped you since years already.

🎶​Tengen is a time-consuming individual so you'll be dragged along to stay with them a lot more than you might want, your protests fall on deaf ears though as the exuberant male brushes your complains of. So learning what food and drinks you can consume and what isn't healthy for you is absolutely required. His wives make themselves smart when it comes to the dishes you call your favorites and Tengen has already overwhelmed your parents and doctor with your eating schedule that they have all information they need to prepare the dishes you like to the right time in the right amount. Your exercise...might have a few changes whilst you're with Tengen and his wives as all four of them used to be shinobi and kunoichi. Due to that and his flashy personality, he tends to be a bit demanding though Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma reason with him that you're a citizen so he at least goes a bit easier, cheers you on. The man has no problem to carry you back if you're too exhausted by the end of your training.

🎶​Monitoring your blood sugar with a sample of blood is something he, admittedly, doesn't get at first even if he acts like he does. His wives call him sometimes out for it though he plays the oblivious role as he doesn't acknowledge it openly even if you realize that he doesn't know. He's responsible though as he lets someone help monitoring your blood who knows how to do it. Hinatsuru learns instantly so at least now he has someone who can measure your blood sugar when you're over at their place. You obviously know how to do it yourself as well but he feels better knowing that Hinatsuru knows it as well. Even if just for the purpose of boasting in front of every stranger that gets too close that his wife knows how to measure your blood sugar and for that you shouldn't spend time with them. When it comes to the insulin you might need, he's fine with the doctor though he'd like to know or at least has one of his wives also being able to inject you with it when you're over and need it.

🎶​The household of one man and three women is scarily motivated to learn how to treat you with a healthy lifestyle as Tengen is someone who wants you to move in fast. He's possessive and protective after all, is confident that his three wives can take very good care of you and that he can protect you. Suma starts crying when she reads how fatal diabetes can be when it escalates as she reads about hallucination and strokes that can follow, grows clingier after she knows since she cares for you. Everyone else comforts her, Tengen proclaiming that it won't happen to you since they'll make sure that you're treated right yet sometimes he gets a bit worried himself. Sometimes his exuberant and flashy exterior is just a facade, especially if you should end up suffering consequences from your blood sugar. Safe to say that all four dote on you, even if it wouldn't be for your special condition, keeping a hawk eye out so that no harm happens to you and at least one of them is always with you.

[masterqwertster]

🏴‍☠️ because Bells hells looked like they enjoyed their little pirate visit

Prompt I was kind of hoping someone would ask for pirates because I've been having thoughts about a "pirates" AU since I did the hint of one as part of Ashton's alternate dreams in this prompt. So here's the intro to:

🏴‍☠️High Seas Hells AU

Bells Hells has a boat and good luck getting them off of it.

The Ship:

Called The Hellion

Not a particularly outstanding boat at first glance, but quite serviceable

Special features include: the Captain's Cabin being converted into a terrarium (yes that's actual soil and rocks coating the floor that the plants are growing in), cozy macabre decor, far too much carved detailing all over the ship, scorch marks in unusual places, and a suspiciously large amount of knitted blankets for use

Most commonly runs shipments or people travelling in or into the Shattered Teeth. But is easy enough to convince to make port in Tal'Dorei or Marquet. Issylra and Wildemount are much harder sells

The Crew:

Imogen is the captain. Mostly because she's the best at being the group Face. Though knocking down other ships' masts with Lightning Bolt definitely helps too

Orym is the First Mate and Look Out. A calm head to take command when/where Imogen can't and that small god Perception put to work

Ashton is the Navigator. Titan blood is useful for communicating with eidolons and getting them to help out by commanding wave and wind. Being Ka'Mort's heir grants even greater boons in the Shattered Teeth, like being able to sense the islands' locations

Laudna is the Bosun. She loves a project, and keeping the ship in ship shape makes her happy

Chetney is the Carpenter. No brainer there. He does add detailing around the ship when he gets bored

FCG is a Ship Medic and sometimes Chef. They want to be a therapist, but they're still sorting themself out and learning from Jirana whenever The Hellion stops by Slival

Dorian is the back-up Navigator and bard. He's still figuring out how to get the eidolons to listen to him consistently (it works best when he's confident and not an anxious mess) and doesn't have the supernatural edge Ashton possesses, but he can get the job done

FRIDA is the Sharpshooter. As the only one to use a gun (or really any kind of ranged weapon regularly), it had to go to them

Dianna is the Chef and a Ship Medic. She's ship momma. And they make extra money selling her knitting at ports

Prism is the Ship Wizard. They didn't mean to acquire Prism, but she's very happy to stay aboard and actually get to use magic to help out. And steal books and magic scrolls when they get to port

Milo is the Gunnery Chief. Kinda. Mostly they just get to tinker where the cannons go since The Hellion is so full of magic users it basically doesn't need defense cannons. Not that Milo isn't kind of interested in making magic defense cannons

Story Bits:

Ashton never meant to go to sea. Jianna sold his debt/him off pretty quickly to a ship captain out of the Menagerie Coast area who believed that a genasi's connection to the elements would act as a good luck charm for their ship against the wind and seas. Wouldn't you know they got the one genasi where that is actually true, and absolutely false. Eidolons are eager to answer the call of Titan's blood, but considering how distressed Ashton is being earth at sea, they're not being helpful. Not until the captain gets mean about it to Ashton, forcing him to learn to actually command the eidolons or be tossed overboard

FCG is brought aboard Mean Captain's ship as loot. They find the idea of an automaton (sort of) trying to be a person novel and funny. Ashton sees a fellow prisoner trapped aboard and takes him under their wing

Imogen and Laudna still meet in Gelvaan and leave it together. But they head down to the cost this time, and book passage on a ship instead of going over land.

Guess which ship

Imogen and Laudna find out about Ashton and Fresh Cut Grass's horrible situations and end up staging a mutiny.

...Which turns into more of a massacre of most of Mean Captain's crew. Two witches on a mission and one very angry Titan blood unleashed is a lot to contend with. Especially when the little robit is keeping their health up

The ship ends up under new ownership and in need of a new crew because like hell are they trusting the survivors of the old one.

Enter the rest of Bells Hells. And Milo once they sail back/to an Oderean Wilds port and depart for a quick collection trip to Jrusar

Dianna and FRIDA are acquired later when they happen to make port at the same beach town that Chetney had his fling with her at while she's bringing FRIDA there just to see the place

Prism was sent to do a survey for the Cobalt Soul at the Emon docks and ended up accidentally stowed away on The Hellion when they had to make a fast getaway. She thinks it's one of the better decisions she's made in her life

I think the fun/interesting way for the crew of The Hellion to get involved in Moon Shit is that Liliana needs to hire a ship quick for Potion of Possibility smuggling and ends up hiring The Hellion. Where she finds her daughter is the captain.

So ensues a voyage of Liliana trying to convince her daughter to go back home to Gelvaan where she'll be safe, Imogen being pissed that her mom shows up now and isn't listening to her or respecting that she's a grown-ass woman, and everyone else offering to kill Liliana the moment Imogen says 'go'

[from-my-gabriel-notebook]

A soft comfort

Word count: 3642

Content warning: panic attack, age regression (not sexual in any way, but due to high levels of fear)

Author's note: I know the topic of age regression can be controversial, but this fic is very close to my heart so please, be kind.

Sam and Dean were fighting again.

You shouldn't be surprised, really. You knew they cared about each other, and they showed it in multiple ways, but they were also incredibly quick to anger and blaming each other, years of untreated traumas and codependency certainty not doing them any favor beside telling them where to hit to hurt the most.

The fight had started in the drive back to the bunker from an especially challenging case, and the chance of going to their own room to calm down hadn't stopped them from keeping on their shouting match.

You were hovering, unsure if you were allowed to leave or if they would take it the wrong way. The shivers had already started, and you flinched every time one of them would wave their hands around. You kept running your hands on your arms and tights, fingernails pushing in maybe a little too much, but you needed to anchor you in the now.

And you were fine, really, you were, as long as they didn't drag you into it-

"And you? What do you think?"

Dean's voice, still loud and sharp, cut through your mind. You startled, looking frantically at Sam, but he was just as riled up as his brother, so no help would come from him.

"Wh-what?" you stuttered.

"Who do you think is right, me or Sam? Whose side you're on?"

Nope, you were not answering that. You didn't even know what they were fighting about, half hyper-vigilant and half dissociating, recognizing words and gestures just long enough to be able to tell if they were a danger to you before discarding them.

And even if you knew, picking a side never ended well.

"I'm - I don't think - I mean," you tried, but you couldn't find the right way to put it that wouldn't make it worse. Dean urged you on, not caring for your struggles, so you took a deep breath and tried again.

"I think this is an issue I shouldn't be involved in? I mean, this was mostly between the two of you, so my opinion really isn't that important?" you said, voice tilting in a question like you used to when you tried to be safe. Not that it ever worked, but you were still clinging to an old hope it would help.

No such luck, not then, and certainly not now.

Dean scoffed and turned towards Sam, animosity momentarily forgotten to have someone to complain about you with.

"Oh, they don't want to get involved.". He turned back towards you. "You never do, too concerned with being above us to step in. Do you even care about us?"

Do you even care about this family?

You froze, similar words running through your mind, and suddenly it wasn't Dean you were seeing, and another voice was screaming in your ears. So many similar situations, and how they ended, flashed through your mind, and you wanted to run, to hide, but your legs were locked in place, so you closed your eyes, hoping they'd forget about you if you stayed still enough.

Snapping, loud and sharp, right by your face, and then a hand shaking you, and something inside you snapped.

Your eyes shot open and you turned and run away from them, trusting your instinct not to crash into walls when your vision was blurred by tears.

You didn't know how long it had been (not enough to make them stop, to make it safe to take up space again) when a soft knock came from the other side of your door. It rang like thunder in your terrified quietness.

You curled up in a tighter ball in the corner, hoping that whoever it was would leave if they got no response.

Another knock sounded, then the door slowly opened, cutting a blade of light in the otherwise dark room.

"Cupcake, it's me. Can I come in?"

You wanted to be by yourself, but you also didn't. You wanted to be away from the danger, but you didn't want to be alone with the dark thoughts running in circle in your mind. People meant the risk of making them angry, but Gabriel was safe.

You were too conflicted to answer, so you let him enter the room and close the door behind him.

Darkness draped you again in its comforting embrace, and you were glad Gabriel didn't try to turn the lights on.

It was easier being ignored in the dark.

You heard him walk towards you, somehow avoiding tripping on all the mess littering your room.

He stopped in from of you - you thought, at least. Your head was still hidden against your legs, eyes pressed tightly shut.

You heard him sit down, far enough to leave you in your safe bubble but close enough to feel his presence.

A particularly loud, even if slightly muffled, sound came from outside and you flinched, hands covering your ears. You didn't want to hear them, you just wanted them to be quiet.

Something shifted in the air. You let go of your ears and realized with a jolt that no more voices came from outside anymore. You started to panic. What if they were coming to you, to scream at you for hiding? What if they left while they were still upset? You couldn't decide which option was worse.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, nothing happened. They're still arguing, I just thought you didn't need to hear them."

Gabriel's soft voice was a sharp contrast to the wheezing sound that bounced off the walls.

It took you a moment to realize that sound was your uneven breathing.

You tried to take deeper breaths, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Suddenly there was something taking your hand, trying to pry them from where you had them wrapped around your middle. You tried to resist, sure your lungs would burst if you didn't put pressure on them, but the force was firm yet kind. It didn't stop pulling until your hands were resting on something solid and warm. It was raising and falling. You could feel a strong heartbeat under your palms.

Gabriel's chest.

"Hey. I'm here, you're safe, focus on me. Breath with me."

You tried, you really did, but it was so difficult, like there wasn't enough air in the room. It took you so long to make even the smallest improvement.

He was there with you the whole time, encouraging you, never raising his voice or getting angry, not even when your breath would speed up again after almost calming down.

At one point a faint, warm glow started breaking through the dark. A shy golden light, seemingly coming from Gabriel himself. No, behind him. Around him? Then you realized: his wings.

They were beautiful, bringing you comfort just like the angel's presence always did for you.

You stared at them, mesmerized. They distracted you enough to stop worrying as much, and your breath was able to calm back to normal.

But the peace wasn't going to last.

As one storm passed, another was quick to manifest. Your fingers curled up in his shirt as your shoulders began shaking.

A loud, choken sob left your mouth. Your hands flew up to try and smother the ones you knew would follow.

He opened his arms, inviting you to go in his lap but still giving you the final choice.

You hesitated and glanced at the door. He noticed.

"Do you want me to leave?", he asked. Your eyes snapped to him again, afraid he was going to get angry at you for being rude, but he didn't look mad, only attentive.

You thought about it. You didn't want him to see you like this, when you were so weak, but being alone would be worse, and he was comforting.

You gave the tiniest shake of your head.

He smiled at you. "I'll stay then", he said.

He opened his arms again, and this time you inched closer. He offered one of his hands and intertwined your fingers when you placed yours in his, while the other went to gently wade through your hair.

The dam broke.

Your grip on his hand turned crushing as you pressed it against your chest and curled around it. Broken, ugly sobs tore from your lips, your shoulders shaking with the force of them. He never once shushed you, instead telling you sweet and encouraging words, his other hand never stopping its soothing motion.

After a time that felt so long the sobs died down, even if your breaths kept coming out in uneven, wet sounds. Your shoulders still shook, but you didn't know if it was for the sadness or for the cold.

When had it become so cold?

You had barely began to tremble that the glow from before came back. Gabriel's wings were around you, hugging you in a world of soft light and warmth.

You looked at them, then at him, and his smile was blinding even through your blurry eyes.

"Hi there. How are you feeling?" he asked.

The tiniest bit better, thanks to him, but you still couldn't find in yourself the strength to talk.

He seemed to understand the problem.

"Speaking is hard, isn't it?"

You tensed, waiting for the anger that was sure to follow, but he surprised you again by saying "It's okay. But there's a way, if you still want to comunicate. Can I...? I'll only hear what you want me to tell me, I promise. " he said, raising a hand near your temple.

It took you a moment to understand what he was asking. He wanted to permission to read your mind. You were unsure. Your mind was a mess, especially now, and you didn't want to burden him with it. And there were bad parts you wanted to keep hidden. But you trusted him, and he had always been so kind, so you nodded.

A tiny shock made you jump a little when his fingers touched you.

"Sorry. Let's see if it works. How are you feeling now?"

A little better. Thank you.

"No need to thank me, I'm happy I could help."

You looked away. I'm sorry.

He tilted his head. "What for?"

It's bad for people to see me like this.

He brought your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of in being scared. "

It's if it's for something small. I'm big, I should have handled it. And you didn't have to-

"Nonsense," he stopped you, "When I said I would have been there for you, I meant it. For better or for worse, I just want to be by your side."

Overwhelmed, you threw your arms around his neck, holding tight and with fresh tears in your eyes. You couldn't understand how someone so... Him could care for someone as unimportant as you. Someone as weak and pathetic as you could never deserve his attention, and yet-

"What was that?"

You froze. You hadn't meant for him to catch that, but your thoughts, loud in a good day, where always the loudest when you were like this, especially these ones.

"Sugar, look at me."

You slowly let go of him, but you couldn't look him in the eyes, focusing instead on his wings.

He sighed but let it pass. "Where does that come from?" he asked instead.

It's nothing.

"It's not nothing if it makes you feel like that."

It's just something the adults used to say when they were angry.

He hummed. "Was that the only thing they'd say?"

You didn't want to answer that and think again of all the mean things they would more often scream rather than say to you, but you didn't want to have to keep pretending they were always nice.

"I guess it's not really important what they said, because they were wrong," he said, voice harsh enough to make you flinch. He immediately softened. "Sorry, that wasn't at you. It upsets me knowing you were treated so poorly. But really, whatever they said, you are not like that."

But they were right. I can't do anything properly, and I just... Can't. It's so hard.

"Cupcake, stop. Listen to me."

This time he took your face in his hands to make sure you did.

"You're not a failure, weak or any other bullshit anyone may have said about you. You are strong, even if you don't realize it. You are trying, and that alone takes so much strength and effort. You're doing everything you can to fight against your own mind, and that must be so draining. It's totally understandable if you don't have any energy left to do more. But know this: if you ever need something, anything, I'll always be here for you."

There was so much conviction in his words, such surety in his eyes, that you couldn't find any words to express just how much they meant to you.

Only when his thumbs brushed your cheeks you realized you had started crying again.

"I'm not so great at comforting you, am I? I made you cry again."

You shook your head, then hugged him tight.

"Thank you."

It was merely a whisper, but he heard you. He always would.

"Anytime."

Some time passed in safe silence.

"Can I ask you something?" Gabriel said, voice soft.

You leaned back, tilted your head at him and blinked yes.

"You're mind, it feels... Smaller. What's about that?"

You flinched and looked away, worried again despite yourself, and curled up more.

It's weird. You'll get mad.

"I won't. I just want to make sure you're okay. I pinky promise." he held up a hand, all but one finger closed.

You looked at him, at his hand, away, at him again. Slowly you raised your hand and linked fingers, moving to complete the gesture.

"Now that that's sealed, is it okay to share?"

It's just. When I get very upset or very scared or very sad, I - you moved your hands in front of you, made a ball and made it shrink. It's not a decision and I can't control it. It just happens.

"And they made you feel bad enough to trigger it?" he said, voice taking an edge of steel again.

You fliched and made to move away.

I knew it, you're mad.

"Not with you, never to you, and never for something like this. Only with those two mutt heads," he said, looking somewhere past you with hard eyes.

It wasn't their fault. Dean just said some bad words.

His expression turned soft again when he looked back at you.

"Look at you, still trying to be kind, even when they were mean to you." He saw you trying to move away and added " I won't stop you from moving, if that's what you want, but you're free to snuggle for as long as you want. "

He opened his arms and wings, making way for you to push away from him, if you wanted, but he didn't seemed mad, and he was soft, and he was comforting...

Without looking at him, you gripped his shirt and shook your head.

He chuckled and closed his wings again.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you feeling the need to move.

Until your eyelids started getting heavy.

He let out a small chuckle and pushed you back a little.

"Why don't you go to sleep? You'll feel better once you wake up."

You shook your head, fingers holding tight on the lapels of his jacket.

"C'mon. I'll be right here, I won't leave you alone."

Even with that reassurance, you were reluctant to move. There was something you wanted to ask, but you were hesitant. It felt like it would be too much, especially with everything he had done already.

As usual, you didn't even had to ask.

"What about this," he started, "You go get ready to sleep while I take care of a little thing. Then we'll have a little sleepover until you fall asleep. I've heard I make a terrific plushie. What do you have to say about that?"

You looked at him, eyes wide. He didn't have to stay, why would he offer such a thing?

" I want to," he said with a shrug, like it was the most simple thing in the world.

You finally mustered up enough courage to ask what you had always wondered

But why?

Why was he always so kind to you, why he was always there without asking anything in return, why he chose to spend his time with you, why -

"Because I love you," he said, then "Totally platonically right now, because you're small, and minds that are small must not worry about this things" he specified, booping you on the nose, "but the love remains, as it always will."

Two simple sentences that had the power to freeze any thought you may had.

Of course you loved him too, even if right now your mind felt it in a different way, but even when you were big, you had never thought he could see you as you were and still feel the same, but the deep affection in his eyes left no room for doubts. You looked away under such intense emotions.

Same.

He chuckled at your reply, cradling your face between his hands to make you look at him and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. From there warmth spread all over your body, reminding you just how tired you were.

He booped your nose again. "Off you go to get ready so we can go to sleep, okay?"

You nodded and moved from his lap to let him stand up. He stretched, joints popping with too much gusto, and you watched, captivated, as his wings mirrored his movements. Then he rolled his shoulders back and they were gone.

He offered a hand with wiggling fingers, and you took it gratefully. You expected to feel a little rigid, as it would normally be after spending so much time curled up in a ball on the floor, but you were actually feeling very nice. You looked at him, and he winked.

"What's the point of being close with an Archangel if you can't have some benefits?"

You smiled tentatively, still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he considered you that important.

"Get ready. I'll be right back," he said, then vanished.

The room felt colder and darker without him, and you felt the need to curl up against a wall to shield yourself come up again, but you squared your shoulders and fought against it.

You changed into the cleanest pjs you could find and went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

When you got back into your room, changed and cleaned and refreshed, you felt a little bit better.

As promised, Gabriel was already lying on top of the covers of your bed. He had changed too, swapping his forever attire for a more comfortable and softer looking one. He was surfing through the channels of a TV that wasn't there before, looking for something appropriate to watch, the volume just low enough to be heard without being overwhelming.

He put down the remote when he saw you and patted the free space beside him.

You crawled under the covers until only your head was peeking out a proper distance away. A part of you noticed that your room used to have barely enough space to move around, it surely wasn't large enough for a TV and a bed big enough for two people to comfortably lay with room to spare.

He noticed your confused looking around.

"I renewed your room a little," he said, "I hope you don't mind."

You felt how soft the mattress under you was and shook your head.

It's okay. It's soft and comfy.

"Of course it is. Only the best for you."

Thank you.

"Don't mention it. Now, there is something you want to watch or are you ready to go to sleep?"

You thought of your favorite comfort movie of when you were small but like, actually small, and things were well, not the nicest but nicer, but you couldn't remember the name, so you just thought what you could remember of it at him.

"Wonderful choice. Now close your eyes and let it pull you into sleep."

You nodded and closed your eyes, a hand inching towards him until you could hold a fist of his shirt. It really was soft. Just a little reminder that he was there, that you weren't alone.

With your eyes closed you didn't see him fondly roll his eyes and reach out to you.

You jumped, eyes snapping open as you felt a gentle pull.

You looked up to Gabriel, and he smiled.

"Sorry for not warning you, but, as I told you, you can come closer and cuddle to your heart's content. I mentioned to you that I'm a great plushie, didn't I? It would be suspicious if I didn't let it test it for yourself."

You had been too shy to ask, but if he was offering, it must have been okay. So you snuggled closer, your hands trading his shirt for one of his hands and curling around it until you were a tiny ball by his side, and he didn't seem to mind having a blocked hand.

Exhausted from feeling all the big emotions of the day and lulled by the familiarity of the movie, it didn't take long before you started to feel heavy.

Just before you fell asleep you felt something soft and warm cover you, and you felt so safe and loved that a single tear escaped your eyes before finally entering the dream world.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 206

In which I relentlessly mock Sophia for being nosy, while also addressing some of the questions @baelpenrose, @quantumizedinsanity, and @writing-with-olive brought up when the last chapter featuring Noah was being written. And some other questions that came up in my own mind while I tried to go to sleep several nights in a row, because hyperfocusing on the plot is what I do to combat insomnia.

Reader shoutout this week is for @nicestpamkale.

Extra shoutout for everyone who has been suffering through my drawing skills while I tackle Inktober 2022.  To the three very nice people who alerted me that someone is stealing my posts.... GOSH I wish. Unfortunately, I’m posting the art both here and on my main blog, @areasontobreathe.

Help request: I got xkit for Firefox, but can’t find the plug in to build my tag clusters so I don’t have to type out all the tags. If you know where I can get it, please PM me!

After leaving Arthur’s office, I felt compelled to meddle.  Asshole could have just told me, I sulked while fervently hoping that Simon figured out that Nixe was somewhat interested in him.  Adding to my pout was the fact that Arthur had been spot on - Teeth was already adopted, and the only thing I could do was ask Charly or Nixe if either knew exactly why their goblin had been hanging upside down so much. After that, it was in their capable hands.

To burn off some energy, I decided to walk the ship.  I had several hours of spare time, and this could be counted as cardio. After all, the Ark was huge, Tyche and Charly were both at work, and it was my off shift.  A couple hours of meandering were very much overdue.

I made it a whopping four decks before realizing there was a massive presence rather close to me. “Geezus, Noah.” Jumping, a hand landed on my sternum as I tried to calm down. “Warn a girl next time.”

“I was not aware your proximity alert was disabled.”

Waving vaguely at my head, I explained. “I’m walking through the ship during a busy time of day.  My options are mute it and assume that bystanders will see anything crazy, or let it keep going off for hours on end.”

Four blunt appendages flew up in an approximation of a human surrender. “Administrator Costa has demonstrated the auditory equivalent of the alert. I believe I understand why you would temporarily disable it.”

My hand swept flat in a pretty standard there ya go. “Can I help you?”

“I would like to hear your thoughts regarding the recent proposal.”

Oh.

“Well then, walk with me.” The smile plastered on my face was less forced than I had expected it to be. “I actually did have some questions, so your timing is perfect.”

“The previous discussion was quite brief, as I understand it in human terms, so inquiries are welcome if they will assist in decision making.”

“Awesome,” I exhaled. “I thought about it a lot, and really my biggest concern is… we’re talking about a life form that has lived solely on a starship for hundreds if not thousands of years.  Teeth only lived on one for about twelve, and they’re having a hard enough time adapting.  But on the other side, the comparisons I have available range from subsisting on plant collagen all the way to actually eating radioactivity and even high risk pollutants.  I can’t tell if the environment suggested will be too extreme or not extreme enough.”

“Tens of thousands of years would likely be most accurate, which further validates your concern.” A vomu gestured elegantly around us. “However, testing has shown they are able to survive and adapt quite quickly to the environment on the Ark, so estimates indicate that they will be fine on Von.”

“Even with the temperature extremes?” I pointed out. “Regardless of how flexibly the Ark is designed - and I mean, this ship is pretty awesome - humans have an incredibly broad range of tolerable temperatures.  It won’t be comfortable for us, but we can take it.  It’s the whole reason this planet was selected for our relocation - literally no one else could survive the damned thing, so it was free for colonization.”

That bought me about two decks of silence before one spidery hand started rubbing their eyespots. “I will admit, extensive testing has been done in the BioLabs to ensure the temperature range could be tolerated.”

I stopped abruptly. “How extensive?”

“Extensive enough to know that the aquaponics lab is tolerable and yet entirely unpleasant.”

“Steamy hot cow farts will do that…” I bopped my head for a moment in consideration. “That’s good, but there’s another issue: the hive mind sentience threshold.  As new bodies develop, will it be fast enough to replace the ones that are being worn out by any unexpected changes in environment?  Or will they at some point, however brief, lose sentience?  You pointed that out, yourself, when we realized that Else was allowing themself to die to keep from killing us.”

“There may or may not be several fully mature bodies already on the Ark from the environmental and temperature extremes testing.”

I groaned before continuing my walk. “Is there a percentage I should be asking about?”

“Working with our most recent information on the planet, enough. Given the age of the data?” They paused. Noah never paused, and my stomach sank. “Hopefully enough? Is that the term?”

Anxiety sped my steps up even further. “Shouldn’t you already know this? There has to be data somewhere. Or ancestral knowledge, or… I dunno, something. There’s no way y - this being could have existed for so long, and have no definite idea of what the exact threshold is.”

“In broad strokes, the information exists.  But in fine detail, less so.  It is apparently profoundly rare for one to go below the sentience threshold before reaching one which can absorb them to avoid the loss of knowledge. And in the cases where the loss has occurred - “

I waved off the rest of the sentence. “Yeah, I get it… can’t exactly report how many there were when you lost sentience if you’re not sentient anymore.”  I let the conversation lull for a bit, until we get to a less crowded area. “But why come to me? You and I weren’t even on speaking terms.”

“We spoke.”

“We were on speaking terms at the same level that I am on speaking terms with a food console.” The comparison was blunt, but accurate.  “You still have somewhat cordial relationship with several people. Hell, on the Council alone, you are on semi-social terms with Xiomara, Huynh, and Charly.”

“All of whom, as well as most others you could suggest, currently need to focus all of their spare energy on the tasks surrounding settlement on a new world.”

Figured.

“In addition to this,” Noah continued, “Due to the exact incident to which you are alluding, you feel a strong need to make amends, in addition to being the last person I would be expected to ask such a favor of.”

“Wooooooooowwwwwwww,” I drew out, half laughing. “You know how to make a girl feel special.”

Randomly picking an Else-chick off the wall, they stroked it gently before setting it on a limb. “Odvub is also interested in you, and I find that intriguing.”

“Odvub is fascinated by humans,” I corrected.

“Indeed. But you were the first human to inquire about even the potential of such a being, much less being able to identify a signal you were never expected, intended, or even conceivably believed capable of identifying. All by a pattern.  Odvub is fascinated by clever beings, I have found.”

Both of my hands raised over my head, and I twirled without stopping my forward progression. “Look around you, dude. The Ark has what might be the highest concentration of clever humans to ever exist. Sure, we’re assholes, bastards, and broken in mind, body, and soul, but we are very clever.”  My hands dropped, and I choked out in a whisper. “When you can’t escape, you don’t survive the end of your world without being clever.”

Thankfully, they let that statement pass without response. We walked for nearly half an hour before I spoke again.  “So, you told me because, of all the clever-ass people on the Ark, I’m the one who wasn’t busy.”

“It is an overly simplistic answer, but essentially correct.”

“Damn, Noah. I thought we were friends.”

“We were what humans would call ‘friends’. I would like to believe we still are.  However, I also consider other people on the Ark my ‘friend’, but I do not trust them to keep a secret. As I said previously, others, such as Charly, cannot be distracted.”

My pout was back. “I want to be really, really mad, but it’s really hard to be angry at being second-place to Charly.”

“She is incredibly likeable, unfortunately.  It’s terrifying.”

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[benjaminthewolf]

Hippie Healing (Vore Story)

See...this is why I love this blog. Where else? Where freakin’ else, are you going to see somebody posting a self-indulgent healing vore fanfiction of David Van Driessen from Beavis and Butt-Head? No where. That’s where.

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     As had become routine for Highland High School’s resident hippie teacher at this point, the moment the lunch bell had rang, the habitually calm, collected David Van Driessen brewed himself yet another cup of coffee, made his way into his classroom through the oncoming hordes of students flooding over to lunch, brought out all the papers he would need to get done, locked his door, and got to work.

     When all the other students were away in the cafeteria, (especially those two troublemakers Beavis and Butt-Head), no time was more ideal for someone looking to get all work done and over with for the day, to accomplish just that, than now. Van Driessen took in a small sip of coffee whilst closing his eyes, allowing the quiet, peaceful moment to wash its soothing presence over his body. Only for said coffee and said eyes to almost instantly hurl forth from his mouth and jerk themselves open all the way respectively, as some sort of door slamming sound had suddenly and completely, utterly unexpectedly banged in both his ears, the resonating echoes effortlessly vibrating their way down the tiled floor of the hall and straight into the currently rather  terrified Hippie teacher’s room.

     All Van Driessen was able to hear in the next few seconds were the positively pounding, fuming footsteps of his own darned boss Principal McVicker as the bald, overweight principal sprinted wildly down the hall, (as quickly as one with his body type can, of course), before the formerly much more distant cries of what were unmistakably the two iconic giggling sounds of Beavis and Butt-Head themselves, became much more distinct to Van Driessen’s being. 

     “OOOOOOH-BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! IF I EVER CATCH YOU TWO MESSIN’ UP MY OFFICE AGAIN, Y-YOU’RE BOTH EXPELLED!”

     “Really?” a considerably winded, yet still rather curious Butt-Head perked up. “Is that a promise?”

     “I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT YOU SICK LITTLE RATS! OOOOOOOH!”

     Van Driessen had all but finished recovering from the initial shock at this point, and at the current moment, was merely standing still at his door, staying perfectly quiet and motionless, doing his very best to pick up as much information about the current situation as he possibly could.

     Internally, he was actually rather fervently debating whether or not he wanted to get involved. On one hand, Beavis and Butt-Head could be in legitimate danger if they had finally managed to make poor ol’ McVicker snap. On the other hand, McVicker was his boss, so helping the two students he hated the most, especially while he was in an extremely emotionally high state such as this, may just lead McVicker to fire the teacher outright. And just what in God’s name would happen to his income flow then?

     Unfortunately for Van Driessen, however, both Beavis and Butt-Head would indeed end up making that decision for him, as, though he obviously wasn't able to tell, the two troublesome teens had shrunk down to their borrower forms at this point, that which were just small enough to squeeze underneath the crack between Van Driessen’t door and the floor, thus allowing them to sneak in unnoticed by the rather non-presumptive hippie teacher.

     “Whew! Man! Goddam that was close!” Beavis somehow managed to wheeze out through his strained, heavy breathing when at last the two borrowers were at last able to sense that, for now, they were safe.

     “Huhuhuhuh. Yeah, Van Driessen’s cool. He won’t hurt us.”

     “Yeah, yeah, any more than that damned principal already has! Hehehehe!”

     David Van Driessen’s brain was but mere seconds away from being able to put two and two together, but before he could manage to do so on his own, the conclusion was practically slammed directly into his skull by the enraged, overweight principal, as he began erratically pounding on the door.

     “OOOOOOOOH I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU TWO MANAGED TO LOCK THE DOOR, BUT THE SECOND I GET IN THERE, YOU’RE EXPELLED!”

     All this sudden force and energy being pummeled directly into his being at once forced Van Driessen’s body to topple over, the once more stunned and shocked hippie teacher just barely managing to stop himself from hitting the back of his head on the hard tile floor by catching himself with his arms at almost the last second.

     “Hehehe. I thought you were going to do that after we messed up your office again.” Beavis responded to McVicker’s prior comment with but a slight hint of genuine confusion in his voice.

     Now that his eyes were almost level with the ground, and due to the fact that said organs were now able to look behind him, David Van Driessen now had a rather nice view of the two troublesome borrowers, (minus the fact that his vision was upside down), and the results were…welllllllllllll…despite the fact the two of them were rather wide and awake at the current moment, whatever they had been doing back in McVicker’s office, (unless it had something to do with ketchup), whatever they had been doing back there, had rendered both of them absolutely, positively, one hundred percent, precisely zero doubt about it, bloody messes. Literally.

     “OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO YOU GUYS!” Van Driessen couldn’t help but almost instinctively cry out the second he realized just what Beavis and Butt-Head’s curent states would mean for them if they weren’t able to receive medical attention soon.

     Unfortunately for the both of them, aside from continuing on with their ever-present, iconic laughter, neither borrower was able to say anything in response, as now that McVicker knew Van Driessen was in the room, there was absolutely no way he was going to let the hippie off the hook without some form of pushback.

     “DAVID VAN DRIESSEN! OPEN THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW! O-OR ELSE YOU’RE FIRED!”

     Suddenly having been zapped right back to his prior internal debacle on what the right thing to do was exactly, in this situation, David Van Driessen, eventually just allowing for his instincts to make the final call, almost instantly scooped up the two still-bleeding and still-laughing borrowers, in one of his hands, opened up a desk drawer that he knew didn’t have any papers in it with another one, shoved the two ever-giggling troublemakers inside, and frantically rushed to the door, doing his very best to wipe off any blood he may have caught from the two bleeding borrowers whilst doing so.

     “Umm…umm yes, hello Principal McVicker! Can I help you with something?” Van Driessen did his very best to strew together some sort of a casual greeting as the reddened, panting principal stood shaking and sweating in his doorway.

     “OOOOOOH YES YOU CAN HELP ME ALL RIGHT! I KNOW BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD CAME INTO THIS ROOM AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT THEY DID, SO JUST SPILL IT ALREADY! OR ELSE YOU’RE FIRED! WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM?” Principal Mc Vicker rabidly fumed out in response. 

     “*Sigh* Principal McVicker, whatever happened to the two of them in that room, they are in a dire medical emergency right now. Shouldn’t we try to focus on delivering just punishments after we-”

     “NO! NO! THEY NEED TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR ACTIONS NOW! RIGHT NOW! N-NOW I TELL YOU!”

     David Van Driessen, upon realizing just how over the edge Principal McVicker was at the moment, had no choice but to resort to bringing out the big guns on the borderline deranged man.

      “Look…you do realize that behavior like that might just get you fired by the superintendent, right?” he did his very, very best to firmly remind the raving principal in the most calm, collected tone he could manage.

     “WH-WH-WHAT? HOW DARE YOU TURN THAT TRICK BACK AROUND ON ME!”

     “And not only that, but possible legal action, too.”

     “N-N NO THAT CAN’T BE CORRECT!”

     “Principal McVicker, it is both my job as a teacher and your job as a principal to put our students’ safety first, and breaking that oath can indeed lead to legal punishment if reported.”

     “OOOOOOOH OOOOOOH-FINE! I’LL LET YOU KEEP THE LITTLE BASTARDS, AS LONG AS YOU PROMISE NOT TO REPORT ME FOR THIS!”

     “Oh, no, of course, Principal McVicker! I wouldn’t dream of throwing you under the bus like that! But then again, if this becomes more than just a one-time incident, then the circumstances will indeed have my hand, and at that point, I’ll have no choice but to report. Okay?”

     Continuing on with his iconic anxious murmuring as he turned away from Van Driessen back towards his office (presumably so he may start cleaning the darn thing up), David Van Driessen let out a small sigh whilst slowly closing his door. Before almost immediately sprinting back over to Beavis and Butt-Head in his drawer, reaching out for the handle, and beginning to open it as such.

     “Alright guys, he’s gone! Now if I can just-” Van Driessen’s sentence was almost instantly cut off as a sudden, compounding, positively magnified sense of horror froze his very being in its tracks, forcing him to cease his breathing for a good few seconds, as the poor hippie teacher could do nothing, absolutely nothing, but stand there in heart-spearing agony, and stare. 

     “GUYS?”

     Now that the initial phase of shock had managed to flow its course through his veins, David Van Driessen was only able to do absolutely nothing, zip, nada, to stop the oncoming stage of panic from commencing, leading him to begin heating up and turning red at an exceedingly rapid pace as he scooped up the two unconscious bodies lying motionless within his drawer, hyperventilating rapidly and profusely starting to sweat.

     “OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD THIS IS REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD!”

     Van Driessen was in absolutely no state to logically consider that he should probably check their pulses at the current moment, as all that was bounding around within the hippie teacher’s overdriven,  positively staggering brain, was the two little borrowers’ current lack of time.

     “THERE’S NO TIME TO CALL AN AMBULANCE, THERE-THERE’S NO WAY THEY’LL MAKE IT TO THE HOSPITAL IN TIME!”

     Setting down both unconscious borrowers’ bodies on top of his desk before he practically swung his upper half downwards in order to bend over and retrieve something from a lower drawer, David Van Driessen wasted absolutely zero time at all and almost immediately popped the lid off the strange little container, before chugging down all  the clear, liquid contents in one swit gulp, tossing the empty canister aside, and scooping both Beavis and Butt-Head back into his hands, for he knew what he needed to do, he knew it was the only way they would survive, and despite the sudden, panic-inducing, logic-eroding gravity of the situation, he just knew, he just knew on a deep-held, visceral level, that if he was not able to do this, he would have failed his own oath as a teacher, and to this, Van Driessen forced down any rising hesitations he might have about going through with the process, before letting out one gigantic shaky deep breath, and finally opening up his maw.

     At first, Van Driessen attempted to place both borrowers into his maw at the same time. Upon realizing, however, that there just wasn’t enough room in there for the both of them, and that trying to swallow one while the other was in his maw would leave the unswallowed one at risk of falling out, the much larger man was given no choice but to simply bring them down one at a time. As such, he took the one that was closest to the edge of his maw out and placed him back on the table. That one just happened to be Butt-Head.

     Thus, doing his very best to stifle his jittering nerves, Van Driessen focused in on Beavis. The shuttering hippie teacher wasn’t sure if the concoction he drank affected both his saliva and his stomach juices, but just to be safe, he took a few seconds to stroke his tongue across the still-bloody borrower, and also get him slimy enough so that it would be easier to swallow him.

     Being forced to just simply accept the metalic, wretched taste that blood possessed, Van Driessen slathered his saliva all over Beavis’ body, but in particular, his chest and face, as those were the areas that had received the most damage.

     Finally, allowing the unconscious borrower to slide down the slick, smooth surface of his now slightly raised tongue, Van Driessen’s still rather shaky breath brushed front after front of warm air onto Beavis’ being as he  once again suppressed his body’s natural urge to gag as the top of the teen’s hair brushed up against his uvula, causing a tickle sensation as a result.

     Fighting through his bodily instincts which told him that what he was doing was downright insane, Van Driessen practically demanded his brain to only work with its logical side of itself, and as such, the poor hippie teacher barely managed to swallow, though he did have to swallow again due to part of the borrower’s tail still being stuck at the very top of his throat.

     Now able to feel the bulge traveling down his throat, Van Driessen didn’t waste any more precious seconds before reaching over to grab Butt-Head and stuffing him inside his maw as well. It was at this point that Van Driessen’s taste buds had started to get mostly desensitized to the iron tang of blood. Not as if the alternative taste was any better, though. 

     Neither Beavis nor Butt-Head were known for having anywhere near good hygiene, and the borrower’s taste showed it. The both of them refused to use deodorant, nor did they shower regularly, plus, all these little “adventures” that got the boys in situations like these in the first place often left them smothered in dirt and filth. For Van Driessen, Butt-Head’s form tasted like if you went for a five mile marathon on a particularly sweltering summer day, and then at the very end of the run, you licked your armpit clean. In all honesty, Van Driessen probably preferred the blood.

     Nonetheless, regardless of how poor their personal hygiene was, Van Driessen knew that both Beavis and Butt-Head needed to be healed, and as such, after he was finished shuddering at the thoughts of what microbial horrors he was allowing to come in contact with his tongue, Van Driessen tilted back his head, stretched his jaws as wide as he could in order to further open his throat, and gulped down the little borrower mostly all in one go, just as he had done his friend. Van Driessen wasn’t exactly sure if Butt-Head’s borrower tail was still in his gullet like was the case with Beavis, but just to be safe, he swallowed one more time in order to help his body get the blood-caked teen down.

     Speaking of Beavis, though, just a few seconds after Butt-Head had been swallowed, Van Driessen was able to feel something rather large and heavy splashing down into his guts, causing them to give an audible gurgle as the area got more sloshy and active. Van Driessen obviously couldn’t see what was going on inside his stomach, but what he did know, was that, in complete opposition to how it normally tended to operate, the once-acidic juices inside of his tummy were now not only balanced out in ph levels by the concoction he had drunk, but were also given borderline magical healing effects on anyone who came in contact with them. And although Beavis and Butt-Head weren’t really able to tell what was happening to them either, Van Driessen could only hope and pray that soon enough, they would.

     In the meantime, though, the liquids would proceed to do their job. As the lower esophageal sphincter gently squeezed Butt-Head into the warm, goopy confines of his teacher’s stomach chamber, the great shifting walls began to churn faster and tighten in further, in order to ensure the two unconscious occupants would have maximal contact with the sloshing and swirling juices within.

     As both Beavis and Butt-Head continued to lay silently inside Van Driessen’s stomach, the many deep wounds, some of which had already began to scab over and some of which were still bleeding a little, began to have their natural healing processes which their bodies had already begun sped up rapidly, as healing juices flowed up to the damaged skin layers and seeped into the crevices within. New, healthy skin and muscle layers proceeded to be rebuilt rapidly as both of the troublemaking borrowers continued to lay still.

     The liquids began to erode off the dried, encrusted blood that had already built up around some of the wounds, while the constant shifting and churning of the great gurgling organ ensured that, periodically, some of the liquids would be splashed onto their faces, not in a great enough quantity to be dangerous to them, but just enough so that the liquids could soak into and start healing their facial wounds as well, though at a much slower pace than they would be able to if their heads were fully soaked in water. Of course, neither Beavis nor Butt-Head could breathe underwater anyway, so it was a necessary trade off, but one that wouldn’t hinder the healing process too much.

     Van Driessen on the outside had just about managed to get his body to stop shaking and freaking out, now that he knew that both of his students were safe and in the process of healing. He was obviously still rather anxious over the fact he still didn’t know whether or not they were alive, but freaking out over the lack of certainty wasn’t going to do anyone in this situation any good whatsoever, so the positively exhausted hippie teacher just did his best to ignore it.

     Slowly sitting back down upon his teacher desk chair, Van Driessen let out one of the greatest, most prolonged sighs he had ever let out in the entire course of his life. He had done all he could in order to ensure Beavis and Butt-Head would survive, but until his body’s waking hormone’s caused his eyes to open once more, all he could do was hope. And hope the poor hippie teacher did as his positively overwhelmed being drifted further and further into its own state of fatigue, before at last, Van Driessen’s muscles naturally loosened up, and he finally drifted asleep.

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     The very first thing that Beavis was able to sense, before he had even fully gained back his consciousness mind you, was a rather loud rumble echoing around the walls of his current confines, something that, though he wasn’t able to consciously process it, sounded a little too similar to a fart noise for the shrunken teen’s subconscious brain to pass up activating  a bout of laughter.

     “Heh. Hehehehe. Hehehehehehehehehe!” Beavis subconsciously chortled as his left arm began twitching a little.

     It was at this point that, due to the twitching, Beavis was able to actually start processing his surroundings on a more intuitive level. At first, nothing seemed too odd. His hand seemed to be wet, but that wasn’t really any cause for alarm. It was laying against something shifting but slightly, something that was rather smooth and sleek, but again, that wasn’t really anything that Beavis’ fight or flight instincts had reason to be worried about. As such, as Beavis’ body continued to ease out of its formerly deep state of sleep, the blonde haired teen would eventually regain enough control over his conscious being to let out a rather satisfied: “Ahhhhhhhh….” while stretching himself out slightly and keeping his eyes closed.

     Now that he was slightly more consciously perceptive, Beavis was able to tell that just about his entire body up to his shoulders was submerged in some sort of liquid. He was also able to tell that his head was leaning slightly into a cushiony, flexible wall that churned around him just slightly, though, again, none of these factors gave Beavis any reason for alarm. In fact, if anything, they made him rather comfortable. The only thing that did seem a little odd was the constant gurgling ambiance and baseline thumping that reverberated within the chamber he was currently in. Beavis had no intuitions about where he could have been, (though to be fair, the habitually idiotic teen barely had any intuitions about anything), and as such, once his body told him he was ready, Beavis let out a great morning yawn and began to open his eyes.

     The first thing he noticed was Butt-Head. Beavis was just about to call out to his beloved lifetime best friend in reunification, before he realized (as was actually kind of rare for him, all things considered), that his borrower accomplice was still in a state of deep sleep. His chest was rising and falling, and Beavis could sort of hear him breathing, but he knew just how much Butt-Head hated being woken up when he was still sleeping, so he decided to hold off on that for now.

     Next, Beavis decided to try and figure out where he and his still slumbering friend were. He was swiftly able to corroborate his prior tactile experiences with all the new visual information he was getting, namely, that of the pool of liquids gently splashing onto his being, and the gently churning walls causing said splashing in the first place, that which were at last able to be seen by Beavis as being pink in color.

     Now equipped with all this information, Beavis proceeded to re-adjust his position so he was sitting upright and leaning back against the walls, before at least attempting to conjure up what little brain power was left within his two remaining brain cells slowly and painfully rotting away inside his skull.

     “Hmm. Okay now let’s see. This place is warm, it's wet, it's stretchy and it's pink…hehehe kinda like a bunghole! Or…or…or like the other hole, ya know. Hehehe.”

     As funny as it was to Beavis that the area resembled those things, he did indeed know very well that he wasn’t inside either of them, and as such, continued to do the best he could with the limited brain power he had to continue to think.

     “Alright, so we were running away from McVicker, we squeezed…hehehe…we squeezed…under Van Driessen’s door, and then-”

     It was right then and there, upon the mention of Van Driesen, that something, somewhere deep within the tiny teen’s cavernous, rattling skull, that something clicked, and Beavis’ once relaxed, slightly amused expression instantly devolved into one of absolutely nothing, but pure, undistilled, horror.

     “BUTT-HEAD! BUTT-HEAD! WAKE UP! BUTT-HEAD YOU GOTTA-”

     “Ugh……dammit, Beavis, I was about to score!”

     “B-BUT NO, BUTT-HEAD! NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND-”

     “Where are we right now?”

     “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU, DILL-HOLE-OW!”

     “Shut up, Beavis! How can I possibly figure out where the hell we are with your butt-munch ass in the way?”

     It was right then and there that any logical rationale that had previously existed within Beavis’ brain immediately dissolved, as he let out a casual: “Oh, yeah that’s right.” before getting out of Butt-Head’s space and merely allowing him to try and figure out where the two of them were on his own.

     For a time period comprising of about thirty seconds, Butt-Head’s eyes moved left, right, up, and down, with a few semi-continuous grunts of: “Uhhhhh….”, as all three of his own remaining brain cells desperately attempted to coordinate each other in order to solve the mystery. That was, of course, until Butt-Head’s eyes suddenly widened as his mouth gaped open in an equal parts combination of realization, and shock.

     “Beavis…” he eventually managed to state to his slightly less intelligent friend. “I think Van Driessen ate us.”

     Now that he had been given a reason to start freaking out again, Beavis’ body proceeded to do just that as he positively spasmed with terror.

     “OH……WE-WE’RE GONNA DIE, BUTT-HEAD! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE’RE GONNA-WE’RE GONNA GET DIGESTED AND TURNED INTO POOP- I mean, well I mean if that is how I’m gonna go, I mean…hehehehehehehe…….BUT STILL!”

     “CALM DOWN, BEAVIS!” Butt-Head desperatly attempted to get his friend to compose himself while getting up off the wettened, squishy floor. Surprisingly enough, this did seem to work as intended, if but for a few seconds.

     “Beavis, we won’t be killed and turned into pieces of shit, if we kill the piece of shit who ate us first.”

     Beavis’ eyes widened quite considerably upon having been relayed this information. 

     “W-well then that means we gotta-” he began to anxiously stutter out.

     “That’s right, Beavis. Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh….it’s time to start kicking.”

****

     At first, to David Van Driessen, the sensation was little more than a light tingling sensation inside of his guts. At this stage in his nap, he was beginning to wake up and slowly ease out of his doze, but he was not yet conscious enough to be able to make any logical sense on what the cause of that sensation may be, and as such, he just simply brushed it off.

     As the time continued to pass by, however, Van Driessen’s continually waking brain was better able to pick up on the sensations, and as such, they began to get a little more frequent to him. Still, he continued to lay still, as he was still not conscious enough to be able to wonder if this sensation was a direct result of his two little guests, or if it was something else entirely. Eventually, however, it would get to the point he wouldn’t be able to ignore what was happening any longer, and as such, began to groggily open up his eyes.

     The second he was able to stare back down at his midsection, yet another one of the sensations were unleashed, causing the still considerably sleepy hippie to let out a genuinely confused jolt of: “Huh?”

     Unfortunately for Van Driessen, however, this state of mild pressure pushing against his stomach walls and slight internal confusion would all indeed slam to a halt, just one singular second late, as the poor, larger hippie himself was also slammed to a halt. Down at the floor.

     Van Driessen wasn’t even able to let out an: “OW!”, he was in that much shock. Now that he had been toppled out of his chair, however, he was considerably more alert, and as such, was now able to faintly pick up on some sort of conversation happening within him, his brain having gained back the ability to decipher at last some of the distant murmurs emulating from his middle. And the very first exchange of those murmurs he was able to comprehend, was just simply: “I think it's working!” to which the response of “Then do it harder! Harder! Uhuhuhuhuhuh. Harder.” was given.

     All of a sudden, everything that had previously been bouncing around as mild confusion and vague understanding had come back to Van Driessen in one, singular overwhelming bout, resulting in his now positively racing brain desperately scrambling to conjure up some sort of sentence to be able to explain himself to the two little borrowers within.

     “I think I hear him breathing, we might have woken him up.”

     “WELL THEN TELL HIM TO GO EAT SHIT, WOULD YA?”

     “Tell him yourself, you ass-goblin.”

     “Oh…yeah that’s right. EAT SHIT, ASSHOLE! FALL OFF YOUR CHAIR! Oh wait he already did. Hehe.”

     “B-Boys!” Van Driessen at last managed to somehow cry out amidst all the chaos.

     “Hey, look! He responded! Ya think we can like, uh, I dunno, kick him all the way to the bathroom then?”

     “BOYS!” Van Driessen almost immediately yowled out in absolutely nothing but in the moment pure desperation, upon having heard what the two troublesome teens were planning to do with him next.

     “Uhuhuhuhuhuh…alright fine, you ass-wipe. But you like, better explain yourself n’ stuff. Uhuhuhuhuh.” Butt-Head from within at last decided to conceed.

     “Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys…” Van Driessen rapidly stammered out while picking himself up off the floor as an attempt to reset his brain so he may at last be able to speak. “If I was going to digest you, you would already have been killed by now.”

     There was a bit of an awkward silence between the two groups as the one on the inside desperately attempted to comprehend what their wincing hippie teacher had just said to them. It wouldn’t take too long, however (well, specifically relative to these two, of course) to be able to figure it out.

     “Uh…oh yeah.” the one which Van Driessen’s brain was now able to properly process as Butt-Head eventually responded. “Whoops.”

     “...no I was never…I was never going to digest you…in fact it's quite the opposite! I mean, you two do remember just how wounded you both were when you first came into my classroom, right?”

     “Uhuhuhuhuh…you said came.”

     Van Driessen could do absolutely nothing else in the moment but sigh and roll his eyes as he shakily sat himself back on his chair. “Right?”

     “Uhhh….oh yeah!” Beavis suddenly piped up. “Yeah, that’s right, we were pretty injured! Heh! Yeah!”

     “Well…you see…” Van Driessen nervously attempted to continue on. “I had a special herbal concoction that would allow the juices in my stomach to heal you two, and…so that’s why I ate you.”

     Both Beavis and Butt-Head on the inside simply took a few seconds to look over their bodies, in order to confirm that they had, indeed, been healed of all their wounds while inside of Van Driessen’s stomach, a realization which only could have possibly been verbally expressed by Beavis with the singular phrase: “Damm. I’ll be damned.”

     Van Driessen let out yet another prolonged sigh before speaking up once more. “So you see boys, I was only trying to help you.”

     “Well uh…yeah we know that now.” Butt-Head replied, in the somewhat absent-minded tone that was the usual for him.

     “Well, well Butt-Head, since we’re not going to get turned into poop after all, we can just relax in here for a while! I mean think about it! We don’t have to go to the rest of our classes for the day!” Beavis suddenly chimed in, positively brimming with a sudden, well, positive response of the reality they were now in.

     Taking a few seconds to process what Beavis had just told him, a time period which was held over with a rather breathy “Uhhhhhh…”, Butt-Head eventually managed to formulate a decision, and said decision was, “Yeah. Sure.”

     Van Driessen, now letting it settle within him that all three of them were now safe, was starting to become relaxed once more.

     “So…I’ll just keep you guys in there for a while then?” he calmly attempted to clarify.

     “Hehehe…yeah, yeah yeah! I mean, it is all nice and warm in here after all!” Beavis responded in his iconic, upbeat tone of voice a few seconds later.

     Nodding his head from his position on the outside, Van Driessen proceeded to allow his body to loosen and as a result release all the tension that had previously been pent up in his muscles as both borrowers on the inside began to settle down against the squishy, churning walls, to enjoy their extended stay.

     Van Driessen, despite having just been positively punted to the floor by the two teens within him not too long ago, just couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic towards the troublemaking little pair as he gently placed a hand over his gut.

     “Alright, get comfortable then, boys.”

     As both Beavis and Butt-Head, now having calmed down themselves, began letting their iconic bouts of laughter flow from their voice boxes as they always tended to do, Butt-Head specifically paused for but one second if only to respond to his much larger hippie teacher on the outside one more time.

     “Uh…yeah we will. Uhuhuhuhuhuh.” he eventually ended up saying.

     Allowing a slight smile to form itself upon his face, David Van Driessen gave but a single nod of acknowledgement, though he knew that Butt-Head couldn’t see it, before letting out one last sentence of his own to the borrower, who had just simply gone back to laughing along with his friend at this point, just as he always did. And that sentence, quite simply, was: “Great to hear it, Butt-Head. Great to hear.”

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Momoharu Week 2023. Day 2: Pirates

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Partially inspired by “Man The Cannons” by Galatickarken and Jonathan Young

Also there is a trigger warning as there will be a mention of implied suicide. I apologise if this makes you uncomfortable.

“Get ready with those cannons!”

“They look like they’re going to board!”

“Brace yourselves!”

Kaito looked around the screen before him. Gunpowder overpowered the smell of the sea. Orders and warnings rang out. Cannons boomed, their echoes travelling over the waves of the ocean. The deck rocked so much that it practically threatened to split apart. The waves were calm, but the surface world was far from calm. It was another war that no one wanted. Kaito did his best to stay calm as he pushed back another assailant. The Starship won’t go down that easily. Kaito will do anything to make sure of that. But it’s not just the ship. He’ll protect his crew too. Some of them were recruited. Others were rescued and were protected. Even if Kaito had to die, it’ll be worth it knowing that his friends were safe.

He had heard of the ones that dared attack his crew. Call themselves “Holy Salvation Society”. Lame name for a crew. But it wasn’t just the name that seemed terrible. It was their reputation. It was one band of pirates that all pirates were afraid of, even the captain of the Crazy Diamonds (or so Kaito had heard). If they were enough to scare one of the most respected pirates in all seven seas, they were not to be taken lightly. They weren’t just pirates, but fearsome assassins. You wouldn’t be able to see one coming until it was too late. That means that EVERYONE on the Starship needs to fight back with everything they have.

“Get it together Shuichi!” Kaito yelled after shoving another intruder away, immediately finding his sidekick on the deck. He pulled Shuichi to his feet before he could ask or say anything. The fighting kept happening until someone finally called a retreat. The Holy Salvation Society suddenly pulled away, all of the crew along with it. The Starship was left abandoned. Kaito looked around. Damage from cannons. A lot of the crew had injuries that needed to be seen to as fast as possible. Aside from that, everything seemed to be okay. However, someone needed to say something.

“They pulled away too quickly. Something doesn’t feel right.” Shuichi inquired, his voice laced with worry. Kaito thought about it, but he knew that Shuichi was right. This seemed far too easy for the Holy Salvation Society. They were notorious for killing other pirates. Why did they leave everyone to live?

“Everyone! Stay on high alert! It might be nothing, but I don’t want to take any chances!” Kaito called out, scanning the deck for anything out of the ordinary. Aside from those tending to the wounded, everyone started to look around. Kaito was no different. He immediately went to his cabin. He didn’t think that anyone would be that stupid to hide there, but anything could happen at this point.

He charged in, not really thinking. Everything seemed to be okay. A few things knocked over from the fight, but nothing that was badly damaged. His maps were splayed out on the desk along with some star charts. His bed was still messy from this morning. Clothes were packed away. Nothing was moved or disturbed. It made it seem like no one had been in here. However, Kaito can’t help but feel like something wasn’t right. Call it a hunch, but there was something different here. And that hunch was proven right almost right away. As soon as Kaito started to step inside his cabin, someone tackled him from behind. He was flung forward, just stopping himself from crashing into his desk. He spun around only to be pinned to the desk. His spine was rattled with pain as it hit the hard wood. His eyes were wide in shock and anger as he looked up at his assailant. Glaring right down at him, was a girl. She had pale skin that made her red eyes stand out more. Her hair was tucked under a hat, but it seemed to be a dark colour. Kaito didn’t think to look at the rest of her since his eyes were more focused on the dagger in her hand. Sharp, glistening in the sun, and ready to be plunged into his chest.

Kaito braced himself, ready to fight back. But something didn’t feel right. As he looked at the dagger, he noticed that it was shaking. Either this girl had a lot of pent up anger that caused her hand to shake, or she was hesitating. Why would she though? She’s clearly an assassin, she’s not supposed to hesitate. So what was wrong with her? Either she was new to this, or she had no desire to kill.

Kaito didn’t get a chance to ask her questions. Suddenly a large hand clamped down on the back of the girl’s neck. It gently squeezed the pressure points. The girl reached back to pull the hand off, but her eyes rolled back as she instantly passed out. She was caught by the one that knocked her out and slowly placed on the wooden floor.

“Kaito okay?” A strong and concerned voice asked. Kaito stayed where he was for a second before standing up straight. He couldn’t help but feel more glad than he did in his entire life. He protects the crew. And the crew always protected him.

“Thanks Gonta!” Kaito smiled gratefully. The giant beamed with pride before they both looked down at the assassin. Curiously, Kaito reached down and pulled off the hat. Long dark brown hair cascaded from it, pooling behind the girl’s head. She wore a black cloak with a red shirt and black pants with brown boots that was concealed underneath. Her dagger was carelessly discarded on the ground, which Kaito was quick to pick up.

“A girl?” Gonta asked, looking a little ashamed of himself. Kaito patted his arm reassuringly. He knows that Gonta doesn’t mean to hurt anyone if he can help it, especially if it were a girl that he was fighting. Something about “gentlemen do not hit ladies” or something along those lines.

“Kaito?” Shuichi called out before he came into the cabin in a hurry. He stopped immediately upon seeing what had happened and the intruder that was currently unconscious.

“I’m alright.” Kaito smiled reassuringly before his smile dropped. He looked down at the girl again as he weighed out some options. “Put her in the brig. Let me know when she wakes up. I want to talk to her myself.” Gonta nodded, and albeit hesitant, gently picked the girl up. He was so gently that she may as well be made of glass. The crew might not like the fact that she’s being kept alive, but Kaito needed some answers from her. Besides, he wants to throw out a lifeline while there was still a chance for her.

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It took a few hours, but the girl finally woke up. As instructed, whoever was watching her had alerted Kaito. He didn’t waste any time to seeing her. She was awake. And very, VERY pissed off. Considering that her mission was foiled, she was knocked out and woken up to find herself tied up, Kaito could almost understand why. No use pondering over it any longer. He needed to speak to her. If he hadn’t seen her glare already, he probably would’ve been scared. Especially since he had requested to be alone with her. 

“Glad that you’re awake.” He beamed, stepping inside. He almost closed the door, but left it open ajar. He trusted that the girl was secure, but he wanted t be able to shout for help just in case. “Sorry about Gonta. He was only protecting me.”

The girl scoffed, but didn’t say anything. She held her tongue more firmly than Kaito thought. He kinda expected her to be cussing him out and trying to get away. Instead she was just sitting there and giving Kaito the silent treatment as if he were some misbehaved child. Not the best introduction in the world, but he needed to get her talking. He kind of hoped that if he got her to say one thing, he might be able to keep her talking. He needs to learn as much as he can.

“You got name?” Kaito asked, crouching down to be eye level with her. The girl only continued to glare. If looks could kill, Kaito had no doubt there would be blood and more everywhere. It didn’t make him back down. He just smiled coyly. “Come on. I don’t want to give you a name. I’d be taking away something that belongs to you.” The girl glared some more before leaning back on the post that he was tied to. While she was still angry, she was a little calm.

“Maki… that’s all that you’re getting.” She answered, her voice so quiet that Kaito almost missed it. He couldn’t hold back a smile. She finally talks. That’s step one. Hopefully everything else will go more smoothly.

“That’s fine. I already figured that you were sent to kill me.” Kaito smiled, with Maki looking like she might kick him. Good job that he was not that close to her. “Don’t know why but I can hazard a couple of guesses.”

“So what now? You going to kill me?” Maki responded, rolling her eyes.

“No. I’m just gonna offer you a chance.” Kaito smiled warmly, somewhat amused.

“I don’t want your charity!” Maki spat, disdain laced in her eyes.

“It’s called throwing you a lifeline.” Kaito countered. Maki blinked, looking like she had flinched ever so slightly. However, her composure was quick to get back to her stand-offish, so Kaito can’t be that sure.

“So, why spare me? You know that I was sent here to kill you.” Maki asked, still suspicious of Kaito’s motives. She honestly hoped that he was dumb enough to untie her. Then she can complete her mission, get proof for it and return to her masters.

“Because I don’t think that you’re a killer. You hesitated.” Kaito stated, remembering what had happened in his cabin. How Maki had the perfect opportunity to kill, but her shaking hand couldn’t deceiver the blow. Now that he looked back on it, she didn’t exactly have that look that he expected a cold blooded killer to have. He knew that there was more to this girl that it seemed at first.

“The deck was rocking, I didn’t have a steady aim.” Maki argued, but she didn’t sound confident in her answer.

“That’s not how I remember it.” Kaito smirked, seeing that he was winning this battle.

“Idiot!” Maki spat, her glare getting intense once again. Kaito only continued to smirk. For a while, both pirates stayed like that, just frozen. They were reading each other, Kaito’s lavender purple eyes clashing with Maki’s scarlet red. It was a messy blend as they both refused to break eye contact in this mental battle. However, after staying still for so long, Kaito had the need to stand up. Not to mention he needed to check on some other things to make sure that the Starship can handle another confrontation should it happen soon.

“Look I’m not going to hurt you. You have my word. But I want to help you.” He sighed as he stood up. He shook his leg a little bit as he felt like it had pins and needles. He continued to maintain eye contact with the assassin. “I’ll check on you later. Sorry about the ropes, but I can’t take any chances with you. Yet.”

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Maki was taught to be patient.

She waited until the deck was quiet from above. She strained her ears to the best of her ability but she couldn’t hear anyone moving around up there. Either the crew had turned in early or the night, or they were eating. It had gotten dark, but the full moon illuminated the room from the window. Perfect, she’ll have some cover. She wriggled her wrist as best she could until she felt something slip from her sleeve. She wriggled a little more until she had a firm grip on it. She wasn’t frisked while she was unconscious. Even if she was, she almost doubted that the crew would find the incredibly small blade anyway. That’s what it was designed for, to be excruciatingly hard to find. Making sure as to not lose it, Maki unsheathed the blade and started to cut the rope. She moved slowly, in case someone came down to check on her and/or bring her food. Thanking her luck, no one came to her. The rope slipped off as it was fully sliced through. Maki rubbed her wrists. Only a light chaffing but nothing serious. She had barely moved since she woke up after all. She moved slowly, getting her body ready to start moving. She continued to be left alone. She crept to the door, being as silent as a mouse. No one came. She reached for the door, and was once again blessed with luck when the door opened.

The idiot captain actually forgot to lock it.

Maki could feel like she was grinning internally. This was the guy that she was meant to kill? This will be easy. Slipping in the shadows, Maki creeped around until she heard something. Shouting, laughter, the smell of food. So that’s where the crew were. They were all eating. By the sound of it, it was every single one of the members were there. The captain was probably there too. Looks like Maki’s luck had run out. There’s no way that she can sneak in there and kill the captain now. Continuing to stay hidden, Maki creeped around until she had found herself on the deck. The sea salt assaulted her sense of smell as she walked calmly. No one was around. Not even a look out. Someone was probably at the wheel but Maki couldn’t see to be certain. As far as she knew, she was completely alone.

Alone.

That’s what she is right now. And has been for a long time. She might have been in a crew, but she never felt like she was part of it. The abandonment was evident of that. It was her mission to kill the captain but she can’t do that. And it’ll be a death sentence of she returned to her ship. Anyone who failed a mission and were caught or foolish enough to return were killed immediately. Right in front of the crew as an example. Maki had seen it and vowed to never end up like that. But now…

Maki didn’t know what she was doing. She just walked across the deck, she didn’t bother hiding anymore. She just walked right to the side of the ship. Her body moved automatically as she climbed up, holding onto a line that led up to the crow’s nest. She grasped the rope tightly as she stood on the railing. She looked down. The sea was coal black. It slapped at the ship as it continued to sail, causing white horses to appear and disappear just as quick. The sea was so cold, heartless at night. Nothing like the beautiful turquoise that was there on a bright day. It was hungry too. It was staring right back at her. It was alluring, but not in a beautiful kind of sense. It was calling to her, ready to swallow her up. She just needed to let go. Just let go and be swept under the ship, or drift with the raging tides.

Just let go… and disappear…

“You know that it’s a long swim.”

Maki didn’t move, but she knew who it was behind her. Kaito had moved quietly enough for her not to hear him when she was wrapped up in her thoughts. He must have been at the wheel to see what she was doing. She didn’t bother to look behind her to see how close he was. She had a feeling that he would rush over and grab her, but she couldn’t hear him move. He was just standing there. Was he going to watch her go overboard and do nothing? She back tracked when he took slow, methodical steps towards her. Maybe he was going to grab her?

“Look you can either risk drowning or being eaten by sharks. Or you can stay and I can keep you safe.” He spoke confidently as he stopped moving.

“Yeah right.” Maki muttered, not sure why she hadn’t let go already. Just let go! Let go and disappear!

“If you’re leaving, at least take a boat. I’ll pretend I never saw you.” Kaito offered, staying rooted to where he was standing. Maki inhaled slowly, and looked around. She didn’t see the boats that were ready in case of emergencies. She didn’t think to look for any. Maybe she should take one. She jumped down, her feet landing solidly on the deck. She finally saw how close Kaito had gotten. He just needed to run a short distance and grab her if she had leaped off of the ship.

Maki didn’t care. She just approached the boats, taking the one closet to her. The idea of getting a boat felt somewhat better. Just drift away. Let the ocean take and do as it will with her. Keep her floating adrift by the calm waves, or be drowned at sea by the storm. She can still disappear and no one would know when or where, or even care.

“But I heard a rumour from a friend about your old crew. Any that come crawling back after being abandoned or failed a mission are immediately killed.” Kaito continues as Maki started to work at the ropes. “You’re a great fighter, but I can tell that you’re a coward.”

“Excuse me?” Maki exclaimed, spinning around so quick to face him, that she felt like her spine did a complete 360. Kaito smirked, seeing that he got her attention yet again.

“You didn’t kill me because you couldn’t balance. You just couldn’t do it.” He continued, carefully approaching Maki once more. He still kept a distance, not knowing if he moved too quick. Maki still glared at him, but it wavered a little. “I can’t imagine what might happen if your captain finds out about that. Here I can protect you. Give you something that I don’t think that you’ve had for a very long time. Someone to make you feel safe.”

“You are such an idiot. Why would you trust me?” Maki scowled, refusing to be fooled. However, she couldn’t see any alternative motives. He was genuinely trying to protect her, despite her initial refusal.

“What can I say? I’m a nice guy. But I’ve got a feeling that you know that I’m right about your boss.” Kaito answered in a cocky tone. Then he spotted something. Without hesitating, he grabbed Maki’s wrist. She tried to pull back but his grip was quite firm. He gently pulled down her sleeve, revealing a burn scar. No, not a burn. A branding scar. The symbol of the Holy Salvation Society was permanently burned on her wrist. It was old, but Maki could still feel the pain every time she looked at it. Kaito gave her a mournful look as he realised what he was looking at. “Not to mention, I’ve also got a feeling that you aren’t willingly part of them in the first place.”

Maki didn’t move as Kaito’s thumb gently brushed over the brand. Then with his free hand, he gently pulled out a band of purple cloth. Maki watched as the brand was covered up as the cloth was used like a makeshift bandage. While she knew that the scar can never fade away, she felt oddly grateful that she can’t look at it, even if it was temporary. Suddenly feeling like she was wing too open. She yanked her hand away. She turned away, but didn’t continue what she was initially trying to do when she got out on deck.

“Fine! I’ll stay for now. But don’t expect me to stay forever.” She scoffed, re securing the boat from where she started to untie the knot.

“Whatever you say, Maki Roll!” Kaito grinned with a careless shrug.

“Don’t call me that!” Maki shouted, her cheeks unwittingly flushing a light pink colour.

“Come on. Let’s watch the stars. Always calms me down when I’m worrying about something.” Kaito laughed, wrapping an arm around Maki. She had the urge to pull away, but she couldn’t. She just allowed him to lead her. Away from the boats, the side and the sea. She could easily pull away and continue to jump, but she didn’t. All those dark thoughts seemed to have gone. Kaito threw her a lifeline, just like he said that he would. And she grabbed it with both hands without knowing it. He pulled her back up and stayed with her. Did he know what she was going to do? Or was he oblivious to that? Either way he saved her life. And in a way, twice. And while she wasn’t sure how, she’ll repay him someday for it. It was the least that she could do after all.

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Farewell to the Flesh: A Hellraiser/Candyman One-Shot

A request for @zoe-puryear. Not really used to writing on this site. (Kinda gave up on my Horror List) But here we go.

Word Count: 3,320

Genre: Horror

Please enjoy.

When Daniel Robitaille, or as he was known now in days, the Candyman, witnessed the final painting from his human life burned to ashes by his descendent Caroline and found himself in flames as well, he wasn't worried in the slightest. With his lover's mirror destroyed, that painting was the last physical connection he had to this world and yet he remained calm. Even without these objects, he still had one thing he could count on to keep him alive.

His legend. The harrowing tale of his life and death at the hands of madmen. The ghost story that filled the hearts of the men and women of Cabrini-Green with fear. The myth that became all too real for those that dared to sway the true believers. That legend would ensure that the Candyman would return to the mortal realm soon enough, ready to shed some more innocent blood in order to strengthened its power.

But as for right now, that would have to wait. The Candyman was currently wandering down the corridors of a strange and desolate place he had never been before. What it was, he did not know, but somehow, someway, he could tell he was not on Earth.

"Perhaps this is purgatory." He theorized. "A limbo for my soul to wander before my congregation beckons me back to the world of the living."

As he walked on, every now and then, he would pass by a hooked chain. The chains seemed to dangle from an impossibly high ceiling that he could not see no matter how hard he looked up. Most of them were clean but there were a few with pieces of bleeding flesh and skin skewered on them. Every so often, Candyman would hear the distant sound of screaming. Having become quite used to the sound of screaming as well as blood and gore, the Candyman didn't feel the least bit afraid of his new dwelling. If anything, he only felt annyonce.

"How long will it take before someone calls my name and frees me?" He asked himself out loud. It was then that another voice answered. from behind, it's sound all so very close to his own.

"It matters not who call upon your name, where they call upon it, or how many times they call upon it." Candyman turned around and saw a figure slowly approaching him from the darkness. "The fact that you are here means they will never be answered.

As the figure came closer to him, Candyman was able to take in his strange appearance. The being, a male by the looks of it, wore a black cassock with openings that left his stomach and several places of his chest exposed. The latter was harder to notice on account of the strips of flesh hooked over the wounds underneath the places on the chest they were supposed to be. The red squares Candyman thought were part of the cassock at first were actually the man's exposed tissue.

What really caught the Candyman's attention, however, were the pins adorning the man's entire head, each one nailed into the intersection of a grid-shaped pattern on his face. They were deep enough to be digging into his skull and yet the man seemed completely unfazed by this. If he felt even the slightest bit of pain, he was hiding it very well.

"Who are you?" Candyman asked. "No, what are you?"

"An explorer in the outer reaches of experience. A demon to some and an angel to others." The man's face darkened. "For you, however, I am simply your jailer."

"Jailer?" Candyman repeated with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you saying you intend to keep me here? Wherever here might be?"

"Here has many names." The pinned being answered. "The Labyrinth. The Realm of Leviathan. I believe you humans mostly refer to it as Hell."

Candyman's eyes widened as that last word rang in his head. "Hell." He thought. "Did he say Hell? Is this place....really Hell? No. It can't be. Where are the flames? Where are the devils?"

"Confused?" The being asked as if he could read the Candyman's thoughts. "Most humans are the first time around. It's understandable. They live their entire lives under the delusion of a Christian Hell full of demons and fire." The being chuckled slightly to himself. "Such a limited imagination. "

For the first time in decades, Candy felt a twinge of what once might call fear in his heart. He noticed it and quickly swallowed it. There was no need for a being like him to be afraid. The very idea was laughable. "So tell me," He spoke again. "Is this not a place of torment then?"

To the Candyman's surprise, the pinned being burst into a fit of laughter. "Such impudence. What you call torment is only but a shadow. A single piece of a vast endless puzzle." The being turned his attention toward a hooked chain hanging to his left and softly caressed it. His fingers reddened with the gore covering the chain and once his hand had reached the jagged hook at the end, he slowly but intentionally pushed his palm into it. Blood flowed from his palm as he gently pulled it away, the hook keeping a piece of his skin and flesh to itself as the chain slightly swayed.

The pinned being looked back up at the Candyman and held up his injured hand, an expression of pleasure on his face as opposed to agony. "This will be your new reality." He cooed. "You will be as you humans call tormented, yes, but in time you will learn to love the pain. To cherish it." He put his hand back down. "To worship it."

Candyman felt anger well up inside of him and brandished his hook. "I don't know who you are or what you plan to do but I am the one who is worshipped. Not the other way around. Be my victim!"

The pinned being replied to Candyman's declaration of war with yet another amused chuckle as he spread his arms. "Ah. Good. A fight." The being casually moved his head toward the Candyman and the hooked chain he had just practically degloved himself on not but a moment ago came to life, lunging toward the Candyman at a speed which would have been impossible for a normal human souls to dodge.

But Daniel Robitaille was no longer a normal human soul.

The Candyman teleported out of the chain's path and reappeared behind the pinned being. He wedged the tip of his hook into the being's back, expecting to hear a cry of pain. The most he was able to get out of the being, however, was a low groan. Candyman lifted him off the ground and let him slide a little deeper into the curve of the hook. He brought his lips to the being's ear and whispered. "Now do you see why they fear my legend? Speak my name in hushed whispers in the dead of night? It is because of my power!" With that final shout, Candyman slammed the pinned being against the wall with enough force to break through.

The being fell on the other side, the pins on the right side of his face either bending against the floor or drilling deeper into his skull with no in-between. Candyman watched with amusement as the being picked himself off the floor, a single pin falling out of his face. Whatever pain the being must have been in before was surely doubled several times over now and Candyman smiled as the being looked up at him, expecting to see a face of agony. His smile and amusement vanished when instead, the being laughed even harder than before.

"How divine!" The being said as he traced his fingertips over the gaping hole where his missing pin once rested and licked up the resulting blood with just the smallest hint of arousal in his eyes. "This pain is simply exquisite. It would seem you are adapting quite well to our ways." The being snapped his fingers and more hooked chains flew toward the Candyman. With his powers of teleportation, he was able to dodge most of the chains, but not all. Two chains hooked themselves into his legs and one into his back. He screamed out in pain as the chains held him into place, somehow keeping him from teleporting.

"But there's still so much to learn." The pinned being walked over the portion of wall still standing and stood before the bound Candyman, blood sporting a rather bloody grin. "Do not fear. I will teach you."

"Be my victim!" Candyman shouted again as an entire swarm of bees suddenly burst out of the empty cavity that was once his chest. The swarm engulfed the pinned being at once, stabbing his flesh repeatedly with their tiny stingers.

Caught off guard by the sudden emergence of these insects flying insects, the pinned being stepped back from Candyman as he tried in vain to swat them away. This gave Candyman enough time to use his hook to wrench out the chains binding him. Once he was freed, he called his bees back and the swarm, already having brought their target down, surrounded their master.

Candyman stepped up to the wounded man before him, taking in the sight of the swelling flesh all over his body. His left eye, having been pierced by the bee's stingers, was oozing its innards down the his cheek. The Candyman smiled to see such gore and asked him "How's that for pain?"

Once again, his elation in the suffering of his enemy was dispersed when the being smiled in response. "As I said, you have much to learn of the ways of agony!"

Growing impatient of this display, Candyman dropped his composure and charged at the man, intending to run his hook through his stomach. Just as he was about to fulfill this wish of his, however, the pinned being vanished from the hook's path and reappeared behind the Candyman. The Candyman was quick to notice what had happened and turned to face his enemy, bewildered.

"Surprised?" The pinned being asked. "You are not the only being with the gift of teleportation. No. Not at all." The being suddenly held a hand out to the Candyman, the same bloody hand he had ripped open on his own chain not too long ago. "Now it's time for your first lesson in pain. Lesson 1: Not all pain is physical."

"Wha-" Was all the Candyman was able to utter before the space between him and the pinned being exploded, sending him flying several feet backward through countless walls. His swarm had been blown apart by the blast as well and after what seemed like an eternity of crashing through walls, the Candyman finally landed on solid ground.

He tried to open his eyes, but the Sun's rays forced them to close back up. Wait.....the Sun? Candyman held his remaining hand over his eyes and reopened them slowly. From behind his brown fingers, he could see sunlight outlining the shape of his hand. Once his eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness, he got to his feet and surveyed his new bearings.

He was in a field of some kind. He could make out rolling hills at the far end and to his left a tree. The sky, while bright, gave off the impression of either early morning or late evening, which was the case he couldn't be sure nor could he put his finger on why this place seemed so familiar.

"Where am I?" Candyman asked himself. He looked around again and again but could not so much as a trace of the pinned being or the hellish dimension he was trapped not but a minute ago. He smiled as the thought that he had somehow escaped Hell crossed his mind. "It would seem I have escaped my would-by jailer after all." He laughed. "I'm back on Earth and now it's time to begin my legend anew. Now I just need to find out where exactly am I."

It was then that Candyman heard the sound of shouting and screaming from under the hill he was on. He looked down to see a mob of white folk running after a black man with torches and pitchforks. His eyes narrowed at the disgusting display but widened once he realized who that black man was.

It was him. The man running from the mob was none other than Daniel Robitaille himself.

With his heart growing heavier with fear by the second, Candyman realized with horror that what he was looking at was in fact his own day of reckoning. The day he lost everything. His love. His child. His life.

"No.....No!" He shouted as he rushed after the mob. By the time he reached them, they had already stripped his counterpart and were preparing to saw off his right hand, the hand that he used to paint Caroline the night they consummated their love.

"No!" With a mighty lunge, Candyman thrust his hook into the man sawing off his counterpart's hand., hoping to fling him in the air like a ragdoll. But instead, the hook which had taken so many lives simply went through the man. The man took no notice and completed his gruesome task, laughing with glee as Daniel's hand fell helplessly to the ground, never to hold a paintbrush again.

"What is happening!?" Candyman tried to impale Caroline's father but the same thing happened. He tried to gut the boy who would give him his nickname and the woman who provided the honey they were about the slather Daniel with. No matter what he did, he could not cut anyone in the mob. No one even seemed to notice his presence as they went about slathering Daniel in honey while chanting "Candyman! Candyman! Candyman! Candyman! Candyman!"

"Nooo!" Candyman wailed. "This cannot be! How could this be happening!?" Candyman's cries were drowned out by the buzzing of a thousand bees flying toward the group. Terrified, if only for a moment, the mob made way for the insects whose souls would eventually be bound to Candyman forever and watched as they swarmed over their future master. He was stung all over his body repeatedly, crying out for help that would never come. As if he realized this, Daniel stopped screaming and allowed the bees to finish. Once they had consumed or gathered all of the honey on his body, the swarm flew back into the sky, the black cloud of death having not shrunk but an inch even as it left all its dead and dying behind.

"What has that bastard done to me?" Candyman thought. "It must be his doing! There's no other explanation!" Candyman's thoughts were interrupted again, this time by the familiar voice of his beloved as she came running down the hill and toward his counterpart. He watched in horror and sadness and she tried to reach out for her lover only to be held back by the mob.

"Caroline." He uttered.

"No! No!" Caroline screamed as her father approached the dying and disgraced Daniel with a mirror.

"You'll all be damned!" Daniel cried in agony.

"You defiled my daughter!" The man replied as he gripped Daniel's chin and forced him to face the mirror. "Could she even look at you now!?"

Daniel examined his stinger-filled face for a moment before turning back to Caroline one last time, uttering "Candyman." and passing on.

"No! Nooo!" Caroline screamed as she broke out of the men's grip, grabbed the mirror from her father's hands, and ran away from the mob, weeping all the while. Candyman, equally horrified and saddened at being forced to witness his own death, followed her.

Caroline stopped once she was several feet away from the mob and looked back down at the mirror. The reflection of her now deceased lover flickered like a light before vanishing forever. Crying, she held the mirror close and called out his name. "Daniel! Daniel!"

"I'm here Caroline!" Candyman cried out, tears streaming down his own cheeks. "I am here!"

Caroline didn't hear him. Instead, she continued to weep into the sky.

"Please hear me Caroline! I'm here!" Candyman tried to embrace her, only to pass right through her. He tried again and again but each result was the same. No matter how badly he wanted to, he could not comfort his beloved and upon realizing this, he joined her in crying out into the sky. "Whhhhhhhyyyyy!"

"Because it is Hell's way." The voice of the pinned being spoke. Candyman veered around to see himself, Daniel Robitiallie, covered in bee stings and bleeding from the stump where his right hand, his painting hand, once rested. Through his swollen bloodied lips, the being's voice spoke. "I told you not all pain is physical. One might even say it is the wounds of our souls that cause the most agony."

"Bastard!" Candyman roared as he lunged at the being speaking through his body. He was not able to come within a single foot of the being before a dozen hooked chains suddenly ensnared themselves to his flesh. He screamed in agony as the chains suspended him in the air. He tried to rip them off with his hook, only to find that his hooked arm was also suspended. He was trapped and helpless.

"It was this very agony of the soul that made you what you are. That forged your legend." The being spoke again, Daniel's already broken flesh melting off of his body to reveal his true form. The Sun overhead fell victim to an eclipse that blanketed the land with shadows and from these shadows emerged the corridors and chains where Candyman's journey into damnation had begun. From the corner of his eye, Candyman was able to see "Caroline" shed her fair skin as well, the being that emerged was still female as far as he could tell but she looked a lot more like the pinned being, bald with a giant wound in her throat. "But now the legend has died and your soul has nowhere else to go but with us."

"What are you talking about?" Candyman grunted. The pinned being approached him, pulled the pin from the very top of his scalp, and presented it to the Candyman. "See for yourself." With this, he slowly pushed the pin into Candyman's forehead, causing him to see visions.

Visions of his decedent Caroline blaming all of his murders, all of his bloodshed, on a man named Samuel Decon Kraft. Visions of the news outlets riding with this lie and letting the whole world in on the facade. He watched the whispers in the classrooms grow silent, the writing on the walls wash away, and his followers move on with their lives. He watched in horror as his legend slowly withered and died.

"Noooooo!" Was all the Candyman could scream as the two mutilated beings watched on with indifference. "Do not mourn your fate." The female cooed. "You have simply traded in your old existence for a new one. One that in time you will come to love as we all have."

"Indeed." The male agreed. "We have such sights to show you. But first, you must look the part." With that the male lifted up his hand with his fingers ready to snap.

"Welcome to the family Daniel." The female whispered as the Candyman continued to scream. "Welcome home."

At the snap of the fingers, the chains flew apart.

[ashboy-3]

Hizashi Sensei

Prompt: Based off of the song Inokori Sensei Fandom: MHA/BNHa Words: 1644 Summary: Aizawa and Hitoshi are siblings, but with Hizashi being over all the time Hitoshi thought of him as a second brother. When an accident befalls Aizawa and Hizashi not being able to be in the same room as the purple-haired child Hitoshi has to pick up the pieces.

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“Ugh, I hate this! English is my worst subject,” Hitoshi said as he slammed his book down.

“C’mon little listener English isn’t that bad!” Hizashi said as he ruffled his hair.

“You’re only saying that cause you and Sho can speak the language fluently,” Hitoshi grumbled to the blonde.

“It’s only your first year Toshi. It’ll be easier to understand once you reach high school,” Aizawa said as he was working on his own homework with his hair pulled back. “Give it time. You’ve just entered second grade.”

“Says the two seniors,” Grumbled Hitoshi.

“Speaking of being Seniors,” Hizashi started, “Are you ready for the big class trip?” Hizashi asked.

“It’s not that big of a deal we’re just going to be seeing a few sights and then coming back,” Aizawa said in a bored tone, but Hizashi could see the small spark in his eyes that let him know his best friend was actually excited.

The conversation didn’t last long because Hitoshi continued to grumble and complained until Hizashi relented and helped the kid out.

“The grammar rule is simple right here. It’s changing the y to an I and add es so cherry would turn into cherries,” Hizashi explained to him and Hitoshi doesn’t know what it was but somehow when the blonde explained it just became easier to understand.

“You really are good at this Zashi,” Aizawa commented.

“Well am I going to college to be a teacher,” he said back with a smile.

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“Careful Kids don’t get too close to the edge,” the teacher said as they were out by some cliffs watching the sunset, “However the calm didn’t last long as it suddenly started to rain really hard and as Aizawa was getting back up to a safe distance from the cliff his foot slipped in the mud causing him to fall in the river.

“Shota!” Hizashi screamed as he hurried up to grab his best friend’s hand. “Someone help us please!” Hizashi screamed, but it didn’t look like anyone heard him and he was feeling Shota’s hand slipping.

“Hizashi look at me,” Aizawa demanded as tears filled the blonde’s eyes. “I love you, but you’re slowly falling with me. I want you to let me go,” Aizawa said calmly.

“Sho! Are you crazy I’m not going to drop you! You’re my friend! My best friend! The love of my life!” and maybe it wasn’t the best time for a love confession, but he was holding on by pure fate right now and he didn’t want to let go.

“Zashi I’m not going to let the both of us die. Everyone is already back inside. I want you to drop me, but do me a favor?” Aizawa asked and Hizashi gained enough confidence to look his love in the eyes. “Watch Hitoshi for me, please. You know as well as I that the little runt can get into plenty of trouble,” Aizawa said and with the words, I love you to Aizawa let go making Hizashi reach out for him only to catch on to nothing.

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It was years later and Hizashi still kept in contact with Hitoshi, but as the years went by it became less frequent, I mean the kid had the same eyes as his brother. The two looked too similar for Hizashi. Of course, it had to be his luck that the purple-haired kid ended up in his high school class.

“Okay class to start off the year we’re going to do a simple questioning all the teachers are required to do it for their homeroom classes. I think it’s absolutely pointless but our principal gets a laugh out of it so class do you like your teacher or not?” Hizashi asked as he secretly kept his eyes trained on Hitoshi.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” rang from almost all of the class, except for one and Hizashi knew the rules. Knew what he would have to do.

“Anybody holding back or didn’t nod I’ll see you when class is done,” Hizashi said, not letting it show to the rest of the class that he knew the kid in the middle row.

“You think that I’d really care, are you blind?” Was the first thing out of Hitoshi’s mouth as soon as the rest of the class was out. When he didn’t receive a response from the older blonde just a glare he shoved his fist against the bored and gritted his teeth.

“Go on, keep glaring like I’m just a brat, fine! You versus me, we don’t match up at all. Cause I’m a grown man, at least…some might call,” Hitoshi told him.

“You’ve not grown your still just a high schooler,” Hizashi told him, but those deep sleep-deprived eyes glared at him and it reminded Hizashi about that day on the cliff.

“All of this petty talk, don’t mess around with me. I’m not a kid so just cut it out! It’s not like I’m three. “You couldn’t handle this,” You said time and again. You use to be there for me now look at you!” Hitoshi said with a glare as he walked out of the classroom not caring about the Hizashi was giving him.

It wouldn’t be till a month later when Hitoshi confronted Hizashi this time the only difference was it was right before the bell was supposed to ring. Hitoshi raised his hand and of course, Hizashi called on him. “Hey sir I hate you ya know,” Hitoshi said as the class looked at him and Hizashi just sighed.

“I’ll see you after class Hitoshi.”

“Ya know friends wouldn’t do this or make me feel so alone. I mean do you really think this is right?

Look at this homework I’ve let all just slip by,” Hitoshi said as he through a pile of papers at Hizashi that Hizashi knows he put in as at least B’s even though he never received them.

“I-” but Hizashi never got a chance to respond before Shisho interrupted him again but he turned around so the blonde was not able to see his face. “Is it bad if I wanted your hand? To help me like you did back then?” At that moment Hizashi remembered the small kid who could barely understand his English homework

“Kid I-,” but Hizashi couldn’t get the words out, not with those eyes looking at him and this is the first time he noticed but he has his brother’s scarf.

“Call me a kid all want,” Hitoshi scoffed at him, “but you know you versus me, we got some things the same though. Falling in love, even I’ve felt it grow cause I’m mature now…at least, I think so,” Hitoshi said and maybe it was in this moment that Hizashi realized not fully just yet but he lost his best friend but Hitoshi lost not one but two brothers.

“Zashi you just need to give up the tough guy act, I know you’re not like that I see right through all your poker faces, so now I’m all grown and - don’t have to hold my hand. Step away, got it yet?” Hitoshi asked.

“It’s not an act. You’re just a kid. A high schooler. Don’t come in here and talking about things you don’t know,” Hizashi told him as Hitoshi glared at him and repeated the phrase from earlier.

“Hey, sir I hate you ya know! Friends wouldn’t do this or make me feel so alone! Is it bad if I wanted your hand just like you did back then!” Hitoshi yelled as he stormed out of the room.

It wouldn’t be till later that week as Hizashi watched the purple-haired teen at lunch as he sat with a spiky blonde, a red-haired kid, a pink-haired girl, a black-haired kid, and a blonde with a lighting bolt basically on top of him did he see for once not Aizawa, not his love, not his best friend, but his brother.

It was the next month and once again Hitoshi stood up in class. “Now class do you like your teacher or not?” he asked and Hizashi was surprised at the kid, but then again he shouldn’t be after all this was Hitoshi his kid brother.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah,” The many answers came from across the room said.

“Anybody holding back or didn’t nod that would leave just me am I wrong?” Hitoshi asked as he stared directly into the blonde’s eyes but Hizashi felt like time stopped as he Saw Shota in his place talking to him, “On and on, a thousand years gone meeting and leaving us at every day’s dawn give it up and get back in line, you could try one more time,” Aizawa said with his hand held out, and even though Hizashi knew it was fake he gladly accepted the hand.

“Hitoshi stays after class,” Hizashi said as he continued with the lesson. “Always I before E except after C.”

“Hey sir, you hate me or what? Acting like we’re just some strangers at school, enough!” Hitoshi screamed at him, but Hizashi just laughed as he ruffled the purple hair making the kid angry.

“Alright! I do matter then, but do you remember the days?” Hitoshi asked him and ever since Hitsohi got in his class and started calling him out this was the first time Hizashi had the courage to answer.

“Of course I do little listener,” Hizashi said with a smile and the name alone caused Hitoshi to light up. “Solving now, you’ve got me on your side,” Hizashi said to him as he grabbed the pile of blank homework to help him get caught up.

“You’re home again this time,” Hitoshi said with a smile as they laughed and grinned

Just like they did always back then, only making sure Hiotshi did his proper school work correctly.

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Slowly (Inumaki Toge x F!Reader)

✵ Pairing : Inumaki Toge x Female Reader. (everyone is 18+).

✵ Summary : Straight up smut with Inumaki using his cursed speech on you.

✵ Word count : 1.2k

✵ Warnings : use of cursed speech with consent for sex, messy kissing, riding, slightly mean Toge, aftercare, edging, creampie. that’s all I think?

✵ Note : Did I fall for another man? yes. not my fault he’s so hot. tbh I clearly see Toge a bit like Armin, like they look so innocent but in reality they are mean dom, sorry I don’t make the rules.

(That clearly sounded better in my head but anywayyyyy)

ENJOY <3

“Stop moving” 

His words echoed in your head, taking possession of all of your muscles against your will. 

You were currently riding Toge, your thighs on either side of his hips, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for support, both of your fluids were dribbling down on his own thighs while you were observing his soft features.

With his collar down, you could see his cursed tattoos around his mouth, black ink full of the power he could have with a simple word over anyone.

Like at this moment. 

You were beginning to reach your orgasm, almost tasting it, but Toge had others plans for you. When his words had effectively stilled your moving hips, a little smile crept it’s way on his innocent face. 

Well, innocent wasn’t the way you would describe your boyfriend per say. 

Inumaki was silent all the time due to his cursed speech, hiding half of his face and had a sweet voice, and everyone took all these littles clues as signs that he had a shy personality. Maybe that was the case in public, maybe that was also his intention, wanting to be seen as someone innocent, but once you started to get closer to him, you clearly knew better. 

He perfectly knew how to use his cursed speech at his own advantage, and not only during fights. Once he had your consent, he could do whatever he wanted with you. 

Now, with only his tip resting inside of you, your climax had, for the second time, faded from you, leaving you panting. 

With his mouth slightly parted, you could now also observe the tattoo on his pink tongue, the only reason that was stilling your body statue-like, even when you tried to push your hips back down on him, making you tremble a little from the useless move. Like an invisible force was holding you back. Toge couldn’t hold back his little laugh anymore, almost being sadistic when looking at the desperate state you were in. 

After a few seconds, while he looked at you intently, waiting for you to finally behave, for you to finally stop trying to move on top of him, he finally spoke again. 

“You can move”, you were going to smile, but that was before he finished his sentence, “but very slowly”. 

That little bastard. If he wanted, he could edge you for as long as he wanted, even for hours, and that would be amusing to him. 

When his voice rang for the second time that night in your head, you could feel your legs gaining strength again but you could only move at a languid pace, and it was even more tortuous than before. And he knew it. 

Toge was known for his great stamina, and again, not only in battle. He could edge you on his cock without him flinching, keeping his calm composure while controlling his orgasm and yours. 

“You’re so mean”, you whined. 

The way your pussy was dragging on his cock at this slow pace wasn’t even relieving the tension in your stomach, it was even the opposite, he was keeping the fire inside you well preserved but not making it burst in any way. 

It was making you crazy, the way you could feel him whole, the position making him hit all the right places inside you. You could almost feel ashamed by the way you were getting even wetter with how Toge was using you as his puppet. 

He finally approached his face to yours, pressing his lips onto your parted ones, not wasting any seconds before putting his tongue into your wet cavern, massaging your own tongue, exploring your mouth in the messiest way possible, your shared drool starting to pour onto each of your chins. 

When he finally left your mouth to bite hickeys onto your neck and exposed chest, that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. 

The cursed tattoos on his mouth and tongue, full of power and energy, were enough to bring you on the edge of overstimulation, on top of the two past ruined orgasms you’ve had. The tiny vibrations coming from his mouth when he placed open mouth kisses on top of your skin were making you dizzy, his cock grazing slightly the edge of your clit not helping either. 

Too much sensations at once were fighting each other inside of you, making little tears fall down onto your flushed cheeks. That’s when his voice commanded you again, not before Toge grabbed your jaw with his hand, puffing your cheeks a little when he got you closer to his face, almost sharing his breath with yours, his lips brushing against yours when he whispered. Watching you carefully while doing so.

“Tell me how you feel”

You tried to keep your mouth shut, not wanting to give into him that easily, as always, to no use, your voice making itself heard without much resistance from you. 

“It’s too much b-but it feels so good Toge, p-please want to cum for you, please let me, I need it”, you moaned desperately, your whispered words sounding like a melody to his ears. 

Pleased to hear you beg for him, he couldn’t resolve to keep being mean to you, starting to feel close, as well, to reach his climax. 

He grabbed you in his arms, caging you close to his chest, boths hands on your back, his face in your neck and finally thrusts as fast and hard as he could into your sloppy cunt, sound of skin slapping against skin echoing against the walls of your room, as well as your high pitched moans and his little groans. 

Seeing that you were already overstimulated, it didn’t take long for both of you to cum, your body twitching in his hold, while he removed his head from your neck to take your mouth in his, sharing his moans with yours. 

Right after you, he emptied himself inside of your pussy with a long moan, still pushing into you a little longer in order to make both of your orgasms last as long as possible, still tightly holding you in his embrace. 

After a few minutes, Toge finally felt you relaxed, your head dropping on his shoulder, your lips trailing up soft kisses on his skin until your mouth meet back his, giving it little pecks. 

He didn't pull out of you just yet, instead making sure you were alright in his own way, seeing that he was no longer able to communicate with you verbally, he had learned differently to show you how much he cared about you. 

Caressing your back with the tip of his fingers, searching for any signs of discomfort by looking deeply into your eyes, covering your face in kisses and putting a soft blanket on your shoulders while you both drifted off to sleep, still connected to one another.

[yn-dreamlife]

Mr. Confident

Warnings: Simping over tama, smut under the cut, daddy kink (eventually), dom/sub dynamic, he calls reader bunny, dumbmification mentioned, breeding kink, degradation (kinda)

Description: Tamakis secret confident/dominant side (you will pry this from my cold dead fucking hands)

Tamaki Amajiki was a shy guy, there was no doubt about that in everyone's mind. Well, everyone except you. You could see it, the glint in his eye when he took charge of a situation which were few and far between.

You saw it when he had to take charge and hold back three villains on his own during the mission to save Eri.

You saw it when he had to take charge during a situation with panicked civilians, when he would take charge and while yelling orders he would still be able to calm them down with his natural demeanor.

You saw it when he got recognized by a child, albeit it was much smaller than but it was there, he knew at that moment he wasn't the shy student but he was the brave pro-hero.

Now Tamaki being shy was NOT a bad thing, you found it cute and endearing. And so did everyone else, it is what allowed him to be so loved by the people.

While Mirio and Nejire were both loved for their bubby personalities he was different out of the big three. He was loved because even tho he could be 'Mr. Confidnet' as his friends would call him, he could still be soft-spoken and full of stutters.

You wouldn't change him, honestly, you wouldn't. But there was one other time you saw that glint in his eyes, and that was with you.

When you would look up at him his larger stature causing him to also have look down at you. it flickered whenever you would say "yes sir," in a teasing manner. It happened really whenever you came around, you noticed it his friends noticed it and so did he.

He enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over him when it came to you. Of course, he still blushed and stuttered and he never acted on what his confident mind wanted him to because in his mind you fell for shy him you wouldn't want 'Mr. confident'.

He was wrong in that regard, you see while you may be a hero and you may be an independent woman, you were also a naturally submissive person.

You remember the first time you really saw his confident and dominating side in your relationship. Not that he was ever the submissive mainly because you were too submissive to ever dom him.

But the first time it happened was when it was just the two of you. You on top of him riding him in bliss loving how he made you feel. And you didn't mean for it to slip, honestly.

there were other times you wanted to bring it up, on many occasions in fact but you never did because it never felt like the right time. But you two had been together for two years, you were out of high school and into the hero world.

And after being with him so long your submission was already his, there was no doubt in your mind. You always tried hard to hold it back till you two talked about it but this time it slipped.

"P-please sir!" His body tensed but you didn't stop as you saw the glint coming more to life in his eyes. "Please l-let me c-cum." you moaned out as you continued to ride him. The words that rang over and over in your mind, the begs that you never let out began to slip.

A surge went through him when the words fully processed in his head and before you could blink you were underneath him, your ass in the air. Tamaki didn't like to be on top often acting like he was too shy to pound into your tight heat like he wanted. He was just so worried you wouldn’t like that, but he did have a suspicion you would and those words just seemed to confirm it for him.

you whimpered as you felt empty and you were so close to your high, but it was cut off by a loud moan as he slammed back into you.

"Do you want to c-cum for me b-bunny?" He said lowly in your ear as he continued to move rapidly inside you. You nodded quickly but he tsked at you, "Now now I know my g-girl can use her words cant she? Be a good girl and tell me." He purred into your ear as he bit at your ear and neck his hips no longer moving.

"Please, sir! Please I need to cum so bad let me cum for you!" He relished in the way you begged for him, his confidence only growing.

"Go on bunny, cum for me." He said as he began to pound into you once again. He reached his arm down so his hand could find your clit and he rubbed it as he continued. "Show me how good I make you feel."

As he felt you come undone around him he wasn't far behind his thrust gradually becoming sloppy. But your begging pushed him over.

The words poured out of your mouth on their own accord as ecstasy washed through you. “Yes please fill me with your cum! Want your cum deep in me, breed me please sir!”

That seemed to be the final push for him and his mouth poured absolute filth into your ear as he came deep inside you.

“Gonna fill your tight little pussy bunny. You feel me stuffing your greedy little hole? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Want me to make you my own personal breeding toy?” And all you could do was moan and blissfully take it.

After that day you two sat down and had a proper talk about it. Deciding your hard and fast limits and negotiating others, setting safe-words and signals as well as establishing roles. And surprisingly Tamaki was less blushy and stuttery than you.

“Alright, bunny let me ask you, what do you want from me?” His voice was soft yet steady as he looked at you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze.

“I-I want you to-to take care of me. I want to serve you and make you feel good and I....” you trailed off.

“And you? Go on bunny, being so good for me already~” he cooed to you softly.

“Want you to make all the thoughts go away when they’re too much.” You mumbled softly get loud enough for him to hear.

“And how can I do that baby?” He whispered as he cupped your cheek.

“By uh.... well y-you know by-“ you broke finally the heat in your cheeks becoming too much as you covered your face with your shaking hands and rapidly shaking your head.

He eventually coaxed it out of you albeit, in a somewhat roundabout answer he found out you like the idea of dumbification, you want him to fuck you stupid whenever it gets to be too much.

The thought made his clock twitch but he decided that would be for another day so he allowed you two more time to talk about what you needed to.

And now a month later the time has come. He could see it, the jitteriness in your form. The agitation and the snappy attitude, you were never a brat for him every time you tried all he had to do was whisper something along the lines of

“I thought you were my good girl?” Or “don’t you want to make me happy, bunny?” And you were once again his obedient little thing.

You two had yet to delve into anything too hardcore, the most being rougher sex and dirty talk mentioning breeding. He had yet to cum in you more than once whenever he did. Nor did he act on the idea of degradation or dumbmification.

Although the idea of you becoming nothing but a babbling little cocksleve for him to use always made him rock hard. So when you came home and slammed the door and promptly threw yourself into his lap he knew what he needed to do. He wanted to see if you would ask first though so he waited.

“Hey, bunny.” He whispered softly running a hand up and down your back and running his nose along your hairline. This was the first time you two could see each other for more than just a fleeting kiss. Thanks to hero work you two had been busy.

You said nothing but have a low grunt in response along with a deep sigh. “Long few days at work?” You nodded. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head.

He held you for a bit and he could feel you grow restless. Your body shifting above him just barely stopping when his hands met your hips. “Bunny?” He whispered and you still said nothing. “If you want something use your words.” He could practically feel your body just melt at his dominating tone.

“N-need you sir.” You finally mellowed.

“You already have me right here silly.” You groaned knowing he was teasing you. Knowing he wanted you to say it. He felt your cheeks heat up as you hid your face deeper in his neck.

When he still didn’t give you what you wanted when you tried to roll your hips only to be met with his hands holding you still he heard your needy voice right near his ear.

“Please, sir. Please use me for your pleasure and don’t let me think about anything but you. Jus’ wanna make you feel good. I just want to be your little toy~”

His breath hitched, of course, he was expecting it but to hear you begging for him like that sent a wave of excitement through him.

"You want me to use you?" He whispered his teeth grazing against your earlobe as you shivered at the feeling of his warm breath.

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" He asked moving to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips. "Go one bunny, yes what?"

"Yes, daddy!" You finally squeaked and this time you had caught him off guard. No one moved, and no one spoke. You had half the mind to get up and run from the embarrassment but the second you made to do so you were being flipped onto your back only to have a blown-eyed Tamaki on top of you.

"T-tama?" you whispered.

He chuckled the sound low and deep sending a vibration through you where your chests were connected. "That's not my name anymore bunny."

[scaramouche-bully]

— ☆ General kink headcanons

Includes: Venti, Zhongli, and Sucrose.

[ Top ] Male reader

Contains: Exhibition, Barebacking, cum inflation, orgasm control, dumbification, somnophilia, face sitting, overstimulation, rough + gentle sex. 

[ masterlist ]

I’d like to mention now since I’ve been getting a lot of requests, not every post will be written the same. Some posts will just have headcanons while others may have extra writing at the end. It all depends on how much time I have to work on the fic so don't feel discouraged if it seems that I don't like your request.

— ☆ Venti

Exhibition

Venti is a performer first and foremost. He loves being the center of attention and showing off his singing voice, even if that singing is moans and sobs as you pound into his small frame.

He's a bit shameless and a tease. It can range from subtly rubbing your leg under the table to sitting and grinding on your lap right in the middle of a bar. He gets a rise out of seeing other people's hungry eyes on his frame and the possessive nature that overtakes you.

Being fucked in an alleyway when it's still daytime makes him cum so fast. You both could be so easily caught by one of the knights and he doesn't know how to keep quiet.

Constantly taunting you that you're being so dirty, even if he was the one that dragged out away from the main street to suck your cock, that you have to grip his braids and choke him with your dick to shut him up.

Barebacking/Cum inflation

The feeling of your cum leaking out of his loose hole has him in a mess. Venti will quickly use his fingers to try and shove your cum back inside him but he ends up making more of a mess.

He always wants you to cum inside him so he can feel that warmth fill him to his core. How his oversensitive walls milk your throbbing cock as you bite into his shoulder and paint his insides white. He can't get enough.

Venti has a relatively high libido but he tries his best to contain his urges. When you both haven't fucked in a while you cum so much that he can feel his stomach bulge a bit.

The heavy feeling as he rubs against it makes him silly that he'll walk around Mondstadt with your cum still inside him. He's lucky that his pants are loose and his stockings are white.

Rough but not too mean

While Venti loves riling you up, he still wants to have some say when you both fuck. Being a sub means being able to be bratty and he revels in that. Seeing just how hard you can slam into his prostate through his dirty words alone.

He also enjoys riding your dick in your lap too much for you to completely chain him down.

— ☆ Zhongli

Edging/Orgasm control

Zhongli is a man of patience and restraint. He's led his life with a professional face and an unbreakable resolve. So when you suddenly pull out, right as he's about to cum, he doesn't know how to handle it and slowly breaks.

It's such a dramatic shift from his routine that he grows to become obsessed over it. For once, not being in control and letting himself become stupid. He just has to listen to you and only you.

Even when it hurts too much, the rough drag of your cock against his prostate and his throbbing dick is begging to be released from the cock ring you have on him, he loves it.

When you finally let him cum, his face is red as he cums harder than he ever has in his life. He's dizzy as he grips tightly onto you as his orgasms stretches on for so long that he's sobbing that he might die. You've officially wrecked him beyond relief.

Somnophilia

Waking up to his throat horse from unconsciously moaning, his hole loose and open, and the small tears that cling to his eyelashes make him shudder violently.

The feeling of your cum dribbling out of him and the new bruises that paint his skin has his soft cock twitching back to life. He thinks of what you're doing now? After pounding into him and treating him like a cock sleeve, did you go about your day as if nothing happened?

He's still in a sleepy haze when he wakes up in a mating press. His mind is still catching up as he makes soft whines as his insides turn to mush.

He's so compliant and lax when he first wakes up. The hard slaps of your hips against him that push his body higher and higher feel like soft rocks to his mind. He ends up falling back asleep and dealing with the aftermath in the morning.

Rough

Feel free to break him. He can take it. He was the God of War after all. Seeing the bruises and marks you put on him makes him feel happy that you don't consider him above you in any way.

The meaner you are, the dumber he becomes, and that's pure bliss to Zhongli. When he's working on important papers, he thinks about how you've fucked him stupid over this very same desk. He can't wait to go home now.

— ☆ Sucrose

Facesitting

Sucrose tries her best to hide it but the image of sitting on your face as you eat her out makes her so wet. You don't even take her clothes off properly, you just part her thighs and flip her skirt up before you start your assault.

She tries her best to steady herself above your mouth, making sure she isn’t suffocating you with her thighs or isn’t crushing you with her weight. It’s endearing that she cares so much but you just want her to let go and treat your face like a seat.

Gripping the swell of her thighs, slipping your fingers into her stockings, then pulling her cunt right on your mouth has her squealing. She’s gasping for air as she cums too quickly that she has to take a moment to catch her breath.

After coming down from her high, she squeaks when she feels your tongue dig back inside her even when she just came. Her cunt is too sensitive and she’s desperately trying to squirm away but with the bruising grip you have on her hips, she ends up humping your face instead and cumming a second time.

Overstimulation

Sucrose may seem shy and nervous when she’s out in public but when you’re overstimulating her? She ends up snapping and going feral. At first, she’s so cute and sensitive. She's begging you to please slow down. That she just came.

Hasn’t she been good? Her cat ears are turned down as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes, it almost makes you feel bad when you push further and further. Until she snaps.

She’s reversing your positions on you and aggressively bouncing onto your cock. When you try and calm her down she pushes you onto your back and tells you to be quiet and take it.

Even with the sudden burst of confidence, Sucrose is shaking and whimpering as she makes small bounces on your cock. Everything feels so good as she moans into your mouth as you both kiss.

Gentle

While she may enjoy being pushed to her limit, she doesn't want you to be too mean. She's a gentle girl inside and out so even when you're stuffing her, the gentle kisses you give her as you try and comfort the stretch? She get's so embarrassed that her face goes completely red.

If she could feel her legs she would have ran away but with how soft you are on her, It makes her heart feel warm that she bares with it.