#and i thought being open about some things would help but it hasnt not really

[yongseungkim]

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[kerrslvr]

occupied // sam kerr

summary; in which, sam recognises the hotel housekeepers face, and when she walks in on sam in a compromised position, she sees if she fancies giving her a helping hand.

warnings; cocky!sam, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, finger gagging, language, strap ons, penatrative sex, multiple orgasms, i think that's it lol. this hasnt been proofread so i apologise for spelling errors/things not making sense. i got very overwhelmed at the end of this and i just wanted to get it out. thank u to @landopeaches for being my hypewoman every single time x

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as you pushed your trolley down the hall, you noticed how quiet it was, with most of the guests still sleeping, and while you wished you were still sleeping, your shift had just begun.

your job was inarguably one of the most boring, mundane jobs in the world, but the money was enough to keep you afloat and if any relitively nice or unused clothes, jewelry or cosmetics were left in rooms, you normally kept them for yourself which was really the only bonus. that, and you got free use of the bar, pool, gym and sauna.

most people that stayed in the hotel would have a paper hanger on the door if they were still using their room, whether they were there or not, although some rooms were just luck of the draw. you could swing open that door and wouldn't know whether you'd see a dead body or a couple going at it, although it was entertaining regardless.

room 724 didn't have a hanger on it's door, and so you figured you'd at least try it. regardless of whether somebody was in there or not, they'd probably be sleeping, or be down at breakfast, or in the gym round the corner. at least, that's what you thought.

oh, how wrong you were.

"oh, f-fuck."

sam's fingers were shaking as she pushed her shorts down her legs with one hand while the other stayed tucked into her underwear. she wasn't sure what came over her that morning, maybe it was the newfound freedom of single life, or the strap-on and toys she had sitting on the shelf in front of her that filled her head with past memories, or the pretty girl she saw at the pool the day before who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

it didn't matter in the long run, not really. she was horny and she was desperate for an orgasm.

her fingers brushed her clit multiple times in quick succession and she pulled a lip between her teeth. she wasn't sure why she felt as if she had to be quiet, she'd fucked many different women in this hotel and hadn't had any complaints from her neighbours when they walked out with shaky legs after screaming repeatedly for a few hours.

if the walls were thick enough for her to fuck screamers, they were thick enough for her to sort herself out.

"fuckin' hell," she breathed, allowing her fingers to slip through her own folds and feel herself up. her breath continued to shake, and a moan left her lips when she added another finger to the pressure on her clit.

her free hand felt a bit left out - sam wasn't really one for stimulating her own chest, she normally had a pretty girl on top of her that she could easily slide up onto her face high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth and feel the slick of their pussy grinding on her stomach. just the image of that alone sparked a fire inside of sam's body, and her fingers picked up the pace at the thought.

"mhm, o-oh, god," she whimpered, bucking her hips up into her hand and admiring the reflection of her muscles flexing in the mirror beside the bed. "can't cum yet, no matter how good i am."

at least she made herself laugh.

she was really finding her groove, and getting into the rhythm of her fingers, so much so that she didn't even hear the door latch unlocking.

at first, you didn't hear the moaning or the slight creak of the bed, and in a way, you're glad you didn't. she was the hot girl from the pool you'd been eyeing up yesterday. you continued to walk through, only to find her with her shorts round her ankles and her hand in her pants. she was shirtless, completely naked from the waist up and it made your mind spiral.

she still looked as if she'd not been awake very long, her hair still scruffy in a low ponytail and her cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy from sleep, and a glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table along with a mobile phone.

it impressed you that she could get off with just her imagination.

you were so bewildered by the sight in front of you it was as if your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't move from that spot. even when she noticed you, standing their in your maid outfit. she thought it was a joke, that the people in the rooms next door had heard her moans, and sent up an escort knowing she was alone in the room. that was, until she saw the hotel's name embroidered into the top of the dress.

"oh, uh, s-sorry, i'll... i'll come back later."

at first, she was confused, almost agitated that the housekeeper had come in and interrupted her, and she almost, very nearly, pulled her hand from her underwear and phoned down to reception. that was, until she recognised your face.

the pretty girl from the pool. the one she couldn't stop thinking of. the one she envisioned on top of her, leaving a wet, sticky patch on her skin. she smirked.

"no, you're alright, darlin'," she shifted, her hand still in her pants and brushing against her clit as she moved, "you're the girl from the pool, yeah?"

"uh.. yeah. from yesterday."

"and is this a set up? are you an escort or something? or do you actually work here?"

"well, judging by that," you gestured to the cleaning cart down the side of the room, blocking the entrance, "i'd say i work here."

"great, i don't have to ask you to lock the door behind you then."

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at her, confused. "i beg your pardon?"

she pulled her hand from her underwear and sucked a finger into her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. you couldn't deny the sight before you was already sending heat to your pussy, and you also couldn't deny that she was one of the hottest girls you'd ever laid eyes on.

"help me out, love," she said, so simply, so effortlessly, so desperately, before taking the same finger back into her mouth. "give me a couple of orgasms and i'll give you a pretty good tip."

you hummed, thinking over her offer. "what's in it for me?"

"i just told you," she pushed her legs open further and your head began to spin, "a pretty good tip."

silence fell among you both for a minute as you pondered the offer again. a pretty good tip in her words could've been ten percent or it could've been fifty. or, if your mouth was as good as you knew it was, who knows? maybe you could negotiate the offer.

"if the tips not good enough for you," you expected her to throw the offer away, telling you to forget it if her offer wasn't to your liking, "then i'll fuck you, make you cry, give you a shag that'll be enough to have you desperate for more of me."

"sounds like you're begging."

"do you want to take up the offer or not?"

silence fell again, and for a moment she expected you to turn and run, and you did turn; but to look at her collection of toys on the shelf. she smirked when you bent down slightly to inspect them further, plus, it meant she got to see your arse.

"so, i give you a couple of orgasms, you'll give me a pretty good tip," you hummed, and pulled a dildo from her collection, "and you'll fuck me with this one, how does that sound?"

she smirked and sucked another one of her fingers into her mouth. she knew your answer was yes when you started to pull your apron from the back of your dress, and she watched it fall to the floor.

"it sounds excellent, darlin'," she hummed, "but what doesn't sound good is this little attitude you've got. you're here to help me out, not the other way around. no orgasm, no fuck. understand?"

your underwear were soaked through by this point, and you nodded.

"need to hear you say it, darling."

"i-i understand."

"good," she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop, "c'mon then, get your dress off, show me those pretty tits and get up on the bed."

you did as she asked, slipping the dress off over your head and taking your bra with it, leaving you stripped to just your underwear, small heeled black shoes and suspenders, which, of course, she wanted you to keep on.

she rested her back against the headboard and you didn't waste any time, your lips immediately pressing into her thighs. she halted your movements for a second and shifted across the bed, in which you followed. at the time, you weren't sure why but you later found out that it was so she could look at the reflection of your behind in the mirror.

she pressed her hand to your jawbone and you looked up at her, "sam, by the way, remember that for later," she shot you a smirk, "and i didn't see the badge on your name because i was too eager to see your tits."

"y/n." you replied, purposely arching your back lower so that she could get a better view in the mirror.

your lips gravitated back towards her inner thighs, your fingers grazing the line of her underwear. she was clearly not in the mood to be teased judging by her hand on your head and her agitated tension, and you wanted a fuck so you stopped.

but, not completely.

your tongue grazed her clit through the soft material of her pants, making an immediate wet patch and she jolted back. your hands pushed at her thighs and spread them apart further so you had enough space to work your magic.

a moan left her lips at your messy, spit covered face. her underwear was completely soaked with your spit, and she rolled her eyes back into her head when you pulled at the material between your fingers and watched as it split in two, leaving enough room down the middle for you to do what you had to do.

"covered in spit already, babe, hm?"

you nodded, a slight hum noise coming from your mouth and reverberating around her vagina, making her squirm underneath you. immediately, she couldn't figure out whether she regretted her decision on fucking you, or whether she thought it was the best thing she'd ever conjured up.

either way, her orgasm was fast approaching.

you hadn't eaten pussy for a while and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you weren't prepared to give up now. one hand slipped between your body and hers, and you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with, and she moaned again, much louder this time.

"gonna make me cum, darlin'."

"already? god, you really were desperate, weren't you, hm?"

"three strikes and you're walking back to reception without your clothes on, y/n," she leaned over your body and slapped your arse, it was loud and the sound ricocheted around the room, leaving a harsh, bright red sting. "that's strike one. don't make me slap you again."

you moaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her body and you could feel the muscles of her pubic bone, thighs and stomach all tensing against your skin, and you smirked against her pussy as you continued to eat her out, purposely making your movements loud and sloppy so she could hear them reverberating around her ears for months to come.

"oh, fuck," she cursed, a hand flying to your hair and bunching it in a ponytail, "i'm gonna.. oh, fuck, you're gonna make me-"

"cum for me, sam."

"fuck," she hissed, her hips grinding down on your face as her orgasm rippled over her body, her stomach muscles involuntarily convulsing as her body reeled from the effects of her long awaited orgasm. "oh, jesus christ."

she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her juices and it was an image that was forever engraved in her brain. she leaned down and carefully, delicately kissed your lips, so as not to ruin the masterpiece her body had made across your face.

you hummed when she pulled away, and followed her lips back up to the pillows, where you instinctively pressed your lips back up against hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. she allowed the experience, and brought a hand up to the base of your neck where she applied light pressure.

her tongue slipped between your mouth and for a minute you thought about biting her lip and silently scolding her for the move, but you only had two strikes left and the wet patch in your underwear was threatening to seep onto the bedsheets any minute.

you moaned at the pressure on your neck combined with the touch of her tongue on yours and she smirked against your lips, desperate to pull more of the noise from your body. you pulled away first, in desperate need to take a breath.

"lay down, sam," you sucked on the space of skin just below her ear, your words igniting a fire inside her body, "i wanna make you cum again."

she was so used to being the one on top, the one who made other girls feel good that this was a nice surprise. although, the pair of you knew that she was the one in charge, not the other way around.

she laid herself back down, and you immediately cocooned your body around one side of hers, your naked chest resting on her arm and one leg draped over hers as you pushed her muscular calves apart with your foot. your head buried itself in the crook of her neck and you sucked yet another spot under her neck, allowing a bruise to bloom under your teeth.

she moaned breathily, and your hand lowered itself over her exceptionally toned body, travelling lower until your delicate hand was hovering over her tanned skin, the angle of your hand accentuating the v-line leading down to her pubic bone and it made your clit twitch.

your lips trailed down to her collarbone, and slowly and softly, you started to suck on the skin of her chest. she shifted slightly, adjusting to the feeling of your lips edging closer and closer to her nipple, while your fingers carefully brushed against her clit.

she whimpered, but you shushed her with a soft coo, and carried on with your movements. her pussy was wet, coating your fingers in her own lubricant that made it much easier to explore, while your tongue carefully circled a nipple and it left her reeling.

"f-fuck, oh my god," she groaned, her muscles already shaking and tensing out of sheer pleasure, "feels so good, baby, don't stop."

you hummed, and instinctively bucked your hips into her thigh so she could get an insight into how wet your pussy was too, and it made her chuckle softly.

"so wet for each other, aren't we baby?" she spoke softly, "want me to touch your clit too?"

you nodded slightly too eagerly, with her nipple in your mouth, and she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every few moments. you wanted more, so much more, but you knew to be grateful rather than greedy if you still wanted your fuck.

as soon as her finger circled your clit, you let out a big whimpery moan, desperate for more, but then she pinched your bum with her free hand and you knew you had to carry on. her hips began to buck when you sped up the movement of your fingers, adding a second to the pressure point on her clit that left her reeling for more.

you knew she wouldn't be long, and you were desperate to get it over with so you could get your kicks, while also wanting her to enjoy the experience and have it leave a lingering impact.

her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple into your mouth, and weaved your free hand between your bodies so you could stimulate her other one at the same time, so she had everything going on all at once that was enough to overstimulate her and give her exactly what she wanted all at once.

she started to grind down on your fingers, much like she did with your face, and her free hand grabbed your wrist and held it flush against her body.

"want me to cum again, hm, baby?"

you nodded, a gasp escaping your lips as she added another finger to the pressure on your clit, mirroring what you'd done to her. "y-yes," you choked, "cum all over my hand, p-please."

the sound of your broken voice, the whimpers tumbling from your lips, she found it all too much and couldn't help herself when her second orgasm rippled through her body. she practically growled, her body igniting in flames.

she looked hot underneath you, your eyes scanning over her body with eagerness as her orgasm rocked through her. you pulled a lip between your teeth and watched with admirable eyes right up until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away.

"hey," she laughed, "you're good at that, aren't you, darlin'?"

"not just a pretty face, sam."

"no, you most certainly are not," she spun around so she was on her side, and allowed you to fall to your back against the mattress, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as your face, hm?"

she slid your pants down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles, and she admired the glisten of your wet pussy that shone in the sunlight, and didn't waste any time in getting a taste of you.

"oh... oh my.... s-sam, you're..."

"i'm a woman of my word, babe," she pulled away from your pussy and kissed across the inside of your thighs, "i'll fuck you, i will, but i just need to open you up first, hm? make sure you're nice and wet for my cock, darling."

you nodded, wriggling around on the bed until she stilled you. the anticipation was agonizing. she stilled you with a hand over your stomach, and her tongue moved back to circle your clit, the fingers from her other hand trailing around the lips of your pussy.

you were desperate, aching for the feeling of her fingers inside of you, and so repeatedly teased with circles around your hole, until eventually she slipped them in. one, at first, gently stretching you out with an expert finger.

this was in fact, not her first rodeo.

"tastes so sweet baby, you wanna taste?"

"mhm, please," you hummed.

sam's fingers pressed in and out of you, in and out, in and out, until she gathered enough of your wetness, and you opened your mouth thinking she was going to stick her fingers on your tongue. only she didn't, she licked her own fingers clean and you sat there with furrowed brows until her body drew closer to yours.

she pried open your jaw and spat your juices into your own mouth which left you spiraling. she held your mouth open and let your tongue hang out over your lip, and she continued to spit into your mouth until your tongue was covered in her own saliva.

"what a pretty little spit painted picture you are, y/n," she teased before her fingers slid down your throat and gagged you. you choked around her fingers and instinctively grabbed her wrist, "you got a safeword in mind?"

you nodded and she carried on, her fingers sliding down your throat until the muscles contracted and you gagged, spluttering and coughing when her hand pulled its way back out. her lips pressed against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss and her still-wet fingers slid between your folds and they slid inside you so much easier now.

"oh, f-fuck, sam, y-you feel so... your fingers..."

she smirked, that was the kind of moaning she was used to.

her thumb rubbed your clit aggressively and her fingers continued to curl in and out of your pussy so to stretch you out, getting you ready for her cock.

your whimpers and moans were enough to send her into overdrive, and she knew she couldn't handle it much longer. she pulled her fingers out of you and pulled her lips away from yours, and you lay there, fucked out, when she'd barely even touched you.

"keep playing with your pussy while i do this, babe," she rolled her eyes when you mewled at the loss of contact and pinched your cheeks together, "or else you're getting fucking nothing."

"o-okay."

you did as she said and pressed two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that made your head spin. you watched sam get up from the bed and immediately pull her legs through the harness on the shelf. you couldn't help but squirm and moan as you watched her from behind, the view of her front in the mirror as she looped the loops so effortlessly.

"you okay there, baby?"

"i... fuck, i need you so bad, sam."

she turned over her shoulder to watch you as her hands continued to loop the loops and tie the knots, and she smirked. "i know, baby, i know," she grabbed the dildo from the bed, "my cock's almost ready for you, isn't it, darling? hm? you keeping your pussy nice and wet for daddy?"

you froze. just for a moment. at the word she'd given herself, unsure what to make of the situation. and then a moan tumbled from your lips. it was hot, really.

"y-yeah, daddy."

"good girl," she turned around once the dildo was secured, and grabbed the lube from the many different trinkets on her shelf and moved over to the bed, "show me your pussy, baby."

your hands spread your pussy apart right in front of her, allowing her full access. she pumped lube into her hand and spread it all across the base of her cock - not that she really needed it, you were already wet enough, but she just liked to put on a show.

she crawled up the bed on her knees to you until she was kneeling between your legs, and in your desperation you hooked your legs around hers and pulled her in. she chuckled at your eagerness.

your breathing was laboured as you watched her balancing herself on her knees and getting into a comfortable position. she guided her dick to your wet folds and allowed herself to tease you, just for a minute, and her lips locked into yours as she slid inside of you.

immediately, you gasped as every inch slid inside of you piece by piece. "oh, oh, fuck," you whined, "i knew you'd have insane dick game."

her hands spread your thighs apart further, and her strokes became deeper as she fought to hit every spot. you couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that escaped your lips, tumbling out of your mouth with every turn.

your legs wrapped around her waist, leaving her body flush against yours and trapping her in so she had to finish the job she'd promised. your bodies were slick with sweat, and it was arguably some of the best sex you'd ever had.

"your pussy is so fucking wet, y/n," she grunted, pulling out all the way and rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit, before pushing back in, "and yet it's still so fucking tight."

you nodded, moaning deliriously as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing the stretch to become deeper, harder, stronger.

"it's still a pussy that was made for you, daddy," you breathed, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down to your lips, "don't you agree?"

sam made a noise akin to a growl, her teeth coming into contact with your bottom lip, biting and tugging on the flesh as if it were her own to play with.

"yeah," she grunted, "my perfect little pussy."

you moaned, raising your back up off the bed and pressing your chest up against hers. her fingers drew messy circles around your clit and you began clenching around her cock, the butterflies in your stomach beginning to swarm.

"sam... 'm gonna, i don't think i..."

"surely you're not going to cum already, darling? i haven't even turned you over yet."

with that, sam pulled out and spun you around, your head pressed into the pillows. she moved you how she wanted you, her perfectly eager little doll, with your arms up on your back and your arse up in the air, giving her leverage to grip your arms as she fucked you full force.

one hand gripped your wrists, while the other spread apart your cheeks as best she could, and as you felt a dribble of spit travelling down from your bum to your pussy you whined and writhed.

"stop being so dramatic, darling," she pinched your bum, "please just let me fuck you."

your words jumbled in the pillowcase and sam didn't have the patience to stop and ask you what it was. she wanted to see you cumming and she wanted to be the one to do it. her thrusts were rapid, the consistent rhythm making you dizzy, and you didn't think you'd be able to keep your composure for much longer.

"sam... s-sam, please, i-i can't..."

"what do you want, pretty girl? hm? you gonna tell me?"

"i... i need to... please let me cum," you struggled with your words through the relentless thrusting of her hips but you were teetering on the edge and you physically couldn't hold it much longer. "please."

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer, "seeing as you asked so nicely, my darling, why don't you cum all over my cock."

your hands gripped at nothing, and you'd be left with the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin for hours to come, but you didn't really care in that moment. sam continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her mind reeling as you practically exploded all over her.

every moan and whimper you had rolled into one and your words became incoherent from just before your orgasm hit you, to until you'd ridden it out.

sam pulled her cock out of your pussy and it was followed by a little trickle of juices, which she immediately bent down to lick up. you shuddered and instinctively moved your body away, and she noticed this, patting you on the leg softly.

"i'm still here, until next wednesday," she said after a few minutes of silence, sliding some shorts on over her strap-on, "i was just wondering if you fancied doing this again?"

"gonna tip me every time? seeing as you think i'm an escort," you both laughed and she handed you your clothes as you sat round the side of the bed, "no, that would be nice. but, maybe not while i'm working."

she smirked. "what time does your shift finish?"

"probably about one thirty, providing i don't get fired."

"don't worry," she threw a shirt on over her head, "i'll make sure to give you a glowing review."

[dullgecko]

Two things, 1) sorry if this is long and I ramble and 2) even if this is a pretty light hearted headcannon, I'm going to add a trigger warning just in case because I don't wanna trigger anyone on accident.

TW: Knife

I feel like Fabian would buy the bad kids knives. It started with Kristen, she is their healer and only has her staff as a weapon. Then it was Adaine and Fig because they are also magic users and, even though they have better weapons than Kristen, it is always nice to have a secret knife. He made it very clear that he knows they can all hold themselves great in battle but it is good to have a weapon that none knows about. He got ones for Gorgug and Riz because he didn't want them to be left out and also just in case. He also got himself one. Riz is scary with knives. I have a few thoughts about what kind he would get them but I wanted to know what you think he would get them!

Kristen LOVES her knive, Fabian got it when he went to visit his grandfather over a long weekend. Its small and the blade is as sharp as a scalpel which he thought was fitting given it was for their primary healer (thats also what she ended up naming it, because she thought it was funny). It wasnt specifically forged for her but Telemaine had a lot of elven forged blades lying around that he had apparently forged for 'practice' thousands of years ago and had just tossed in a corner that he let Fabian take. Its incredibly light, and the handle is covered in beautiful engravings that Fabian did himself with the help of Telemaine. He even gave her a matching scabbard, so she can clip it to the back of her belt so she has easy access if it's needed.

Once he decorated one for Kristen he realised that it would be weird to just gift ONE friend a custom blade, so he just decided to engrave one for all of them.

Adaine gets a very short dagger, small enough to be kept hidden under her jacket as a backup. She hasnt acually used it in a fight yet but it makes an EXCELLENT package-opener. Even though she's constantly using it to cut through cardboard, the dagger hasnt lost any of its sharpness yet.

Fig doesn't seem to really understand the concept of a HIDDEN blade, given that she's constantly fidgeting with hers at every opportunity. Hers is an incredibly thin stilleto dagger that when she's not messing around with it she keeps it tucked into one of her boots.

Gorgugs, Fabian thinks, was his grandfathers attempt to make a machete. It's massive for a half-elf but just the right size for their barbarian to keep hidden on his person. Somehow, despite being made of the same elven metal as all the others, it's also incredibly /heavy/. The heft of it probably would help a normal blade cut through thick vegetation but the keenness of the blade makes the weight totally unnecessary. Gorgug dropped it once and it buried itself up to the handle in concrete like it was hot butter.

Fabian had a tough time finding something that he thought would be functional for Riz, given his size, but he ended up settling on a pair of karambits with rings on the end so the goblin could spin them around to adjust his grip. He thought the claw-like shape and small size suited the goblin the best and he was pleased when he absoloutly LOVED them. Riz immediatly ended up readjusting his loadout to incorporate them in a holster hidden against the small of his back under his vest. They become Riz's favorite close-range sneak attack weapon and Fabian thinks of them as his friends 'backup claws'.

Riz is by far the best out of all of them at combat with daggers even though he prefers to fight long range and USUALLY if he gets in close he defaults to his claws and teeth. He'll use blades up close if he knows whatever they're fighting tastes bad though (he has a particular dislike for biting undead enemies), some things he also just doesnt want in his mouth (plant monsters can be tricky and he has more than once had to pop some allergy medication after a fight because it left his mouth incrediby itchy).

[sillysnack]

mmgmhmhmmmmm click for toritsuka and maybe torisai thoughts........ im so sad i dont think i've seen kurumi and reita interact? maybe they did Idk #fake fan 😞 but yeah heres some toritsuka with kurumi and kusuo. kuniharu's at work idk.

i have to tell you all i never really knew where i was going with this. omg.

toritsuka who. i assume hasnt rly met saikis parents and just hears mentions in conversations with saiki. almost every mention comes with a ridiculous (at least, to toritsuka) background. saiki's like "im used to it"– toritsuka's bewildered. sure he's had an unusual upbringing as well, being raised in a temple full of monks, but hearing about saiki's parents... if hes being honest with himself, toritsuka doesnt know what he expected.

one day, toritsuka does meet saiki's mom as he stops by saiki's home, hoping to ask him to hang out. its then that toritsuka gets invited by saiki's mom to stay inside the house and wait for kusuo to get home. toritsuka wonders just how far the apple fell from the tree. saiki's mom is so lively in comparison to her son. eh, it's not really a deal-breaker. toritsuka mentally shudders at the thought of saiki with kurumi's attitude.

as how he makes conversation with everyone, toritsuka introduces himself as a spirit medium. he reveals he has powers, though he comments that it is nothing as impressive as any of saiki's powers. kurumi reassures him that any power is impressive. after all, there are only a few of them who are blessed with such abilities, no?

toritsuka can only nod. he doesn't really feel the sentiment resonate with him.

anyway! kurumi is really glad, though, to have found out that kusuo is friends with someone his age who also has powers. she hopes toritsuka and kusuo stay friends for a long time.

toritsuka nods again. this time, he shares the sentiment. he really hopes he and saiki stay friends for a long time, as well. saiki's his first friend, after all. maybe even the only person he can really call a friend. (toritsuka makes a mental note that he means no offense to aiura, he's just worried they aren't at that point yet.)

kurumi tells toritsuka that she was actually in the middle of making coffee jelly for kusuo. she assumes saiki's probably bought his own on the way home, but nothing beats anything homemade with the special ingredient called a mother's love, right?

toritsuka agrees with kurumi's assumption before revealing his living situation. the two talk for a bit, have a heart-to-heart, before kurumi asks reita if he wants to help out in making the coffee jelly for kusuo.

of course, reita says yes. he figures it would be a fun activity.

.

finally, kusuo arrives home. he had gone out to run errands on his mothers behalf and is greeted with kurumi's warm acts of affection. naturally, kusuo softens at such gestures. he doesn't really mind the fact that toritsuka could see this more domestic side of him.

although kusuo pretends he didnt just hear toritsuka think he was cute at that moment.

"ah! reita and i made you coffee jelly"

kusuo turns to toritsuka with a slight surprised look on his face. he doesnt even call him by his name. toritsuka rolls his eyes at saiki and tells him to just eat. the coffee jelly is great. he cant believe toritsuka even had a hand in making the sweet treat. he quickly shoots a half-assed apology at reita for even assuming he'd be shit at anything related to making food of any kind. though he assumes its because his mother still helped.

kurumi reveals that reita made a few cups all by himself, including the one kusuo was eating at the moment.

hm.

kusuo and reita lounge in kusuo's room. still, he cannot belueve that toritsuka reita had made such tasty coffee jelly. it's an easy thing to make, but given reita's history with simple tasks...

"i wanted to impress you." reita grins before asking if it worked, to which saiki would reply with an opening to a different conversation topic (cringe)

reita considers it his victory, and even thinks of baking more sweets in the future for kusuo. reita rarely ever cooks for himself, so its surprising to him as well when the thought even crosses his mind. though, as long as kusuo is involved, he isn't surprised with how quick he is to stick to his idea.

kusuo would be the first to taste every one of reita's baking. it is an unspoken agreement between the two of them.

[08theverysmallhuman]

THANK GOD SOMEBODY IN THIS FUCKING FANDOM LIKES IGAGURI!!!!!!!!! OH MY GODDDD HE IS LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE GUY WHAT THE FUCK ARE HATERS SO MAD ABOUT!!!!!!! I thought the more recent scene with him and Isagi where he was given advice was incredible and I really hope we get to see more of him in future arcs still because he’s Isagi’s pal and first real rival!!! He’s silly comic relief yeah but he’s also genuinely likable and has a VERY heavy and real reason to be so driven and passionate to stick in Blue Lock! And I am SO happy seeing somebody else who likes him here FINALLY! FINALLY!!! THANK YOU

THAT MAKES WHAT. FOUR? IGAGURI ENJOYERS IVE SEEN ON HERE?? WHAT THE FUCK

FOR FUCKING REEEEAL !!!!! They're mad he's still in because it makes no sense well first of all he quite literally is established to not want to train if he doesn't have to and call him lazy and it doesn't make sense he's still in WHEN IN CANON he works hard enough to be good enough to run with the beasts blue lock is cultivating, to the point where he's actually straining his fucking body and injuring himself on equipment and throwing up???? Brother if you fall face first on a treadmill set to max you are not getting back on I don't know what to tell you. He's decided to train the thing he's good at, the same thing everyone else in the series is doing, the thing that Real Life Soccer Players accepts as an actual strategy and people are getting on his ass about it cause they can't fucking accept that he's a genuinely GOOD soccer player who's playing with actual superpowered geniuses

He's also like??? Really nice compared to some of these guys?? He talks a lot of shit but like it's comparatively tame and not really all that different from like regular team animosity? You got other people on this team saying some real out of pocket shit and you're on this guy's case about it ISAGI's ruder than this guy. He's genuinely happy for his friends when they reach a new level in their progress, he's comfortable asking them for advice and help with practice, he's literally isagi's hypeman on the field and he's cheering for every goal

It's literally just because they find him ugly there's literally no other reason. He's not even ugly he's bald but he looks fine dude he's literally living in a fucking temple what do you want from him. He might not even wanna look like this he very adamantly hates the thought of continuing to live in the temple let a man be

And yes his backstory is literally The most interesting one to me hands down I need to know what his home life is like I need to know his dad his mom his friends how he got into soccer in a reportedly strict shrine especially with his personality being like Super Not Buddhist, he prays to ask for stuff and not anywhere else, his jersey number is literally a reference to the 108 earthly desires Buddhists are meant to stay away from, that he specifically indulges in while he's away from home I wonder if he's used to being squished in a room with multiple people and that's how he finds such bizarre sleeping positions cause it's so open suddenly I need to know if he makes it out which he fucking better if he goes back I'm destroying all life on the planet let my boy go

Not even gonna get into the it shouldve kira argument I've said it a million times they only want him back because he's hot but kira was not fucking making it in blue lock . you want him to but he just fuckin wasn't maybe one day I'll get into it but you know in your heart of hearts Pretty Boy McSwaggy here was getting his fucking shit rocked

Igarashi Gurimu is a GREAT LIKEABLE AMD COMPELLING CHARACTER and just because he's not exactly bishie IT DOESNT MEAN HE'S A BAD PERSON?? Ive literally seen 'igaguri would be a pervert igaguri would be homophobic' he's literally one of the few people in blue lock who hasnt mentioned girls or romance bud. And my guy put up with shidou dude I think we're Fine

[sparksnevadas]

Hewwo its me sparks, a little bug that hasnt been feeling well for the past x amount of time. I wrote a little angst/comfort drabble thats not really canon to gihasm but it fits where you want it to fit after last chapter. Its not my usual quality but it seems lots of people are not doing great so im just going to share. I hope you all feel better. <3

(tw: negative thoughts)

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The alarm bell rang and Grian knew it was going to be a bad day.

He had had the dream again, the one about flying high above the clouds before something changes, and he plummets to the ground. He’d kept dreaming as he hit the floor, pain a distant thing (shock, his sleep-brain reminds him, shock can make things hurt less).

On the floor, he was twisted up, broken and civilians gathered immediately. He can still hear the disgusted murmurs of them, see their pointed fingers and see their sneers.

“Someone put it out of its misery.”

Grian forces himself to turn off his alarm through the fog. His body feels tense, his wings are tensely held on his back. He doesn’t feel like moving at all, and barely manages to curl back up when his energy leaves him again. The wings on his back feel like a burden, their ugly state makes Grian want to go into hiding and not see another person. He was broken, trash that someone forgot to take to the curb.

Amidst dark thoughts and the blankets, Grian slips in and out of restless sleep. When he’s not asleep, he stares at the wall. He feels like a broken computer, repeating the same ideas over and over, feeling worse and worse as it gets harder to quiet the thoughts down.

“No one cares about you if you can’t help them,” his brain reminds him. “You're nobody if you're not Apollo. No one trusts you.  No one cares.”

He covers his head in the blankets, upset and angry at himself. “I'm useless, if I can't help people or make them safer, what's the point of it all? Why do anything at all?”

Pressure builds in his chest, something heavy and disgusting. “Im pathetic, worse than…”he hesitates as he realizes he can’t insert the name of his former nemesis, not after the past months. He lets the sentence linger.

Grian both wishes for and hates the idea of Scar or Mumbo noticing his lack of presence today. Maybe theyll realize how much of a burden he is to keep around. Will they realize it's better to drop him off at a random bus stop, send him back on his way to be dealt with by Pearl?

Mumbo would know. He left for a whole year and didn’t need him at all.

Grian surprises himself when tears burn through his eyes, forming fast enough that he doesn't process he's crying until he's struggling to catch his breath. It still hurts to remember that Mumbo did not trust him enough. Maybe he had been right to not trust him. Grian was an idiot, a fool who had to have his eyes pried open to actually see the reality of the world around him. The world was cruel, it hated him and it was right to-

Distantly, Grian hears some sort of sound behind his cries. It's only when a door is being opened that he realizes it was knocked.

“Grian?” Mumbo calls out cautiously. “Are you sleeping in?”

“Mm,” Grian hums noncommittally. Something must sound off to Mumbo, because he doesn’t retreat.

“Grian?”

“I’m fine,” Grian chokes out. “Give me a moment, I’ll- I’ll be back to-“

“Grian?” Mumbo closes the door and immediately steps further into the room, coming to kneel at his bed. “G, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Grian frowns, face still hidden from Mumbo. He shakes his head emphatically so Mumbo can see his answer. His throat is swollen, he won't be able to talk like this.

“Are you sick?” Again Grian shakes his head. Mumbo pauses. Slowly, like a person approaching a wild animal, he asks. “Are you not feeling well?”

Grian doesn’t respond.

Mumbo waits for a long moment, before taking a deep breath.

“I can imagine what this might be about, mate, we should talk about-“ Mumbo says, and Grian curls up further into a ball. Mumbo pauses. 

Tense quiet fills the room. Grian tries to suppress a sniffle but doesn't succeed. He grips his arms, trying to hold himself together, at least while Mumbo sticks around.

Mumbo shifts, more of his weight pressing against the mattress.

“Y’know what usually makes me feel better on bad days?” He asks Grian. Something light touches the bed beside him. Grian hesitates to peek at it, but Mumbo tells him what it is. “Holding a friend’s hand.”

Grian tears up again at how considerate his friend is. Consideration even for someone as undeserving as himself. He pulls away the blankets, revealing himself in the process of taking Mumbo’s hand into his own. He doesn't look at Mumbo as he sniffles and silently cries. He's overwhelmed again.

Mumbo’s hand is warm and heavy. Grian holds his hand tightly, almost scared that Mumbo will disappear. Mumbo’s thumb caresses his own idly, his hold more loose, but still caring. Grian lays there, holding Mumbo’s hand tightly until the wave passes him, his head coming up for clear air after an indeterminate amount of time.

Grian slowly, almost cowardly, looks up to find Mumbo’s face, only to see that Mumbo is already looking at him. He looks saddened, but not angry. Grian isn't sure why he expected Mumbo to be angry. Mumbo was not an angry man by nature.

“I think it works a little,” Grian says, his voice a little stronger now. He squeezes Mumbo’s hand even tighter for a beat. Mumbo smiles and sighs through his nose.

“I'm glad,” Mumbo says. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Shame fills Grian’s mind as he shakes his head. Mumbo doesn't press further

“Then, Is there anything else I can do?” He asks sincerely. “I don't like seeing you like this, Grian, it hurts me.”

“Im sorry,” Grian apologizes quickly. “You don't have to stay-“

“No, that's not what I meant,” Mumbo cuts him off. “It's just… Grian you’re my best friend,mate, I don’t want you to ever feel bad. I… y’know I really care for you. You're one of the most important people I've had the luck of ever meeting, much less become friends with, yknow?”

The words almost fall on deaf ears, Grian’s brain twisting the words against him. How unlucky, Grian mentally corrects. He means how unlucky he is he's stuck with me.

Grian struggles to quiet his brain, something Mumbo likely notices in his face. He looks conflicted, almost lost as he leans closer to Grian.

“It’s true, you're my best friend,” Mumbo insists. Grian’s mouth twists, feeling himself tear up again.

In an impulsive moment, Grian lets go of Mumbo’s hand and throws his arm up, looking at Mumbo. Mumbo hesitates for only a second before climbing into the bed and wrapping his arm around Grian. With his weight against him, Grian suddenly feels like he can breathe.

He tucks his forehead against Mumbo’s neck, soaking in the warmth of his best friend's body. It warms him where he hadn't realized he had gotten cold, something human replacing the mess of tangled emotions in him. Grian presses his entire body into Mumbo’s, clinging onto him, feeling relief in every touch Mumbo easily offers.

Mumbo’s heartbeat is loud and clear, heavy and smooth. He presses closer, almost suffocating warmth in Mumbo’s embrace.

“I love you,” Mumbo whispers into his ear. It's not the first time he's said it at this point, but it's still rare to hear this soon. “You are so, so important to me. To scar too. He told me to check on you. Wouldnt tell me why.”

Grian nuzzles him, throwing a leg over Mumbo’s. He can feel Mumbo’s heartbeat through his neck, and he concentrates on it, closing his eyes. 

Scar knew he was feeling bad but hadn’t wanted to come in. Was Grian that much of a burden? Or was it that Scar knew Grian would more likely kick him out than let him close like he would Mumbo when he felt this terrible? Grian isn't sure. He feels himself starting to shake, his wings shifting and rustling. Mumbo reaches for them, but Grian pulls the betraying wings away, shaking his head. Mumbo relents, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“Can we lay down like this for a while?” Grian chokes out through his guilt. “Or-“

“As long as you like,” Mumbo nods. “I don't mind.”

“…You're too nice,” Grian whispers. “I don’t deserve you, do I?”

“Grian…” Mumbo answers softly. “Don’t say that. You mean the world to me.”

It only makes Grian want to cringe more. It made him feel guilty. “You deserve someone as kind as you. Someone good.”

“You’re good,” Mumbo insists, hugging him tighter for emphasis. “Grian, you don’t understand how happy I am that you’re in my life, that you cared enough to keep looking for me after I left. It takes a good person to assume the best in others, even if we did nothing to deserve it.”

Grian frowns. “Still,” he tries to enlighten Mumbo. “That’s just the bare minimum of what you deserve, you should be with-”

“Stop it,” Mumbo’s hold loosened. “Stop talking about who deserves what. I love you. I don’t care about anybody else,” His hold shifts, one of Mumbo’s hands reaching into Grian’s hair as he pulls the avian against him. “Only you and Scar. I’m going to love you no matter what, Grian, stop trying to convince me not to!”

And Grain can’t help it. He tears up, feeling like a child. He whimpers and sobs and wipes his tears on Mumbo’s poor shirt, holding onto the shirt for his life. He’s so undeserving of this kindness, but he wants it so badly. Mumbo holds him through it, whispering little reassurances into his hair, gently combing it with his fingers. Intense and burning fondness for his friend rears its head in Grian, making him catch a sob in his throat as words spill through.

“I love you too,” Grian sobs into Mumbo’s neck. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Mumbo kisses his hair. “I love you just as much.”

And to imagine this much  love and adoration flows through Mumbo like it does Grian breaks him a little inside. Mumbo deserves so much more. He deserves a nice set of partners, with a normal home and a normal kid. Or maybe it would still be Grumbot. But if this is the life he wants, all Grian can do is count his luck and love him back more.

Grian tilts his head up and kisses the underside of Mumbo’s jaw. Mumbo leans back, tilting his chin down to look at him. The angle gives him a bit of a double chin, which Grian eagerly obliges with another kiss. Mumbo smiles at him. Grian can’t quite replicate a smile on his own face now, but he leans up and gives Mumbo’s cheek a kiss. He kisses across Mumbo’s face until the two are forehead to forehead across Grian’s pillow.

“I don’t like my wings,” Grian says quietly. 

“Do you want to bleach them?” Mumbo asks.

Grian hesitates. “I’m not Apollo anymore.”

“You can still bleach them if that’s what you want, Grian,” Mumbo answers calmly, still playing with Grian’s hair, softly kneading Grian’s scalp in a way that makes him want to sigh dreamily.

“I don’t know,” Grian closes his eyes against the sensation on his scalp. It tingles pleasantly.

“Or we can dye them another color. Not white, but something different,” Mumbo suggests. “You’ll still be nice with any color of wings.”

“Pretty?” Grian asks, smiling a bit. He opens his eyes to see Mumbo roll his eyes.

“Yes, very pretty,” he corrects. “And very handsome, Grian.”

Grian smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Mumbo’s nose. Mumbo huffs.

“Can you stop missing already,” he says with mock annoyance. “I want to be kissed by my very pretty best friend.”

Grian smiles for a second, leaning in incrementally before the guilt makes him freeze. Mumbo closes the gap, pressing a kiss to his unmoving lips. Mumbo pulls back.

A few seconds pass before Mumbo leans up and kisses Grian’s nose. “It’s not just the wings, is it?”

Grian frowns, not meeting his eyes. Mumbo nods anyway. 

“We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. But Scar and I are here when you want to,” he reminds him. “We love you, you know.”

Grian sighs. “I know.”

“We love you a lot,” Mumbo nods, pressing his nose into his hair. “Do you want to cuddle until Scar misses us and comes looking?”

Grian rolls his eyes but tucks himself into Mumbo’s shoulder, closing his eyes. His dry eyes find relief in the darkness again, this time a lot less heavy than before. Before he knows it, he starts to fade into dreamless sleep.

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Grian wakes to hands combing through his wings, the sensation of a loose feather being pulled giving him relief. He finds himself laying on his stomach, warmly tucked against Mumbo’s heart. More than a pair of hands make their way through his wings, bringing him pleasant warmth. He spreads his wings further with a soft groan. Mumbo stiffens under him. Scar has the opposite reaction; he laughs delightfully. The sound is full of love, especially when it gets closer, and Scar presses a small kiss to the back of Grian’s neck. Grian tenses, feeling a warm wave wash down his spine from the feeling.

“Go back to sleep, birdie,” Scar coos. “We got you. We’ll take good care of you. We’re right here.”

And for the moment before Grian falls back asleep, Grian believes him and smiles.

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Helloooooo! Im quite in the good mood seeing how Many liked chapter 4 as much as i did anyways imma hop onto chapter 5! >v<

Chapter 5: a start

Just a few day's had pass by however they hadnt really talked they mostly tried to clean the house since it was abandonned nobody had took Care of it for atleast the past year's, he xuan would build back what was broken while qingxuan would clean and help bringing what is needed to repair what was broken

Shi qingxuan was planning to get some more wood plank's from a nearby village some feet's away, dozed in his thought's he xuan came toward's the table putting a bowl of rice infront himself and infront shi qingxuan

HX:"what are you thinking about?" Sitting down looking at his overfilled bowl before starting to eat the rice

SQX:"huh? Oh, i thought that i should probably go at the village get some wood plank's, why? Do you wanna Come?" Takin his bowl and eating looking at the ghost king

Thinking about it he xuan continued silently eating not even looking away from his meal qingxuan got closer to he xuan after a little bit tilting his head "he xuuaaaaan! Answer me!" Exclaiming in a annoyed tone

He xuan sighed "fine i'll come we do need to restock food i dont wanna die from starvation" sayin lookin at the kitchen then at qingxuan that had sat back down with his arm's crossed

SQX:"we cant die from starvation even if we Can digest and taste the food we eat also you're the one that eat's a lot so you'll get the food's!" Putting his fist's against his thigh's

HX:"dont you dare waste money on robes or even jewelry even less make-up" he answered back finishing his bowl taking qingxuan bowl

SQX:"hey! I dont waste money, and that's my food!"

HX:"you werent eating it" eating the bowl of rice with a side smile

Qingxuan defeated and wasnt really hungry either didnt complain and let he xuan eat his bowl soon they washed their bowl's before going out walking toward's the little village shi qingxuan seemed happy smiling brightly just like when they used to go anywhere together however he xuan looked neutral but more like on his guard's

Once they arrived to the village they separated he xuan gave enough money to qingxuan so he Can buy the plank's and extra thing's if he wanted to

Qingxuan bought the plank's he wanted he wasnt strong enough to take them all at once though one of the fact's that had made the heavenly emperor make him the wind master, as such he went to where the food was getting selled to find he xuan

Finding a man dressed entirely black couldnt be that hard after all, but instead of being easy it felt like searching a needle in hay

Getting exhausted and putting too much on his bad leg he decided to take a break crossing his arm's angrily "if i find him i'll punch him." He exclaimed raising his head with a pouting face while some people passing by found him a bit odd to talk outloud alone

Not long after qingxuan felt a shadow over his head and openned his eye's seeing he xuan that had leaned above

HX:"who are you gonna punch?" Raising an eyebrow

SQX:"he xuan dont scare me like that! And i need your help with the plank's before i punch you" looking away still pouting

HX:"you Can still try to punch me but you're just a new defenseless Ghost that hasnt even tried out his spiritual power, anyway's let's get these plank's and go home i got the food." Holding the bag filled full with food and starting to walk toward's where the plank's merchant is supposed to be shi qingxuan followed right behind

When they got there he xuan took the plank's and looked behind when he was about to say something but noticed that shi qingxuan wasnt behind him anymore annoyed he went out of the village to make a portal array bringing everything he had to their house to then imediatly go back to search for him annoyed

While that shi qingxuan was looking at some accesories seeing a hair pin in the form of wave's

Old lady:"do you wish to buy it?"

SQX:"what? No i dont think i will"

Old lady:"such a pretty face deserve to have pretty accesories" she said smiling doing a grsture to ask qingxuan to lean his head which he did and she putted the hair pin in his hair

SQX:"you cant possibly just give it away!- i'll buy it-" getting stopped in his talking by the old lady that raised a hand infront his head

Old lady:"i gift it to you dont worry about it young man" smiling gently

SQX:"uh- alright well thank you lady!" Smiling back and bowing politely before walking away happy

He xuan was stomping mad in fact if now someone had to punch someone it would be him and his target would be obvious he even started asking people if they saw shi qingxuan around a little while even asking the same old lady that shi qingxuan had talked to After atleast an hour he finally Saw him from a far still looking at jewel's and all kind of thing's he'd typically find pretty rushing over and grabbing shi qingxuan arm

HX:"where were you?! I searched you everywhere and i told you not to buy jewel's its not necessary for now." Sounding more mad than neutral

Qingxuan laughed awkwardly "well i just thought i could take a look it doesnt hurt, i suppose i did forgot to tell you that i was going around here, im sorry" looking away smiling awkwardly

HX:"let's just go home" he rolled his eye's walking away "this time follow," letting qingxuan's arm go

With that they both got home and putted the food in the food storage and repaired the house more with the wood plank's

Imma stop here for tonight im quite tired and my creativity is running loow i think next chapter ill put some angst

[wind-corner]

Chapter eleven

Imani sighed deeply. She was annoyed. And despite it being the next day she had been tempted to skip class. But had ended up going in the end. After all she could imagen what those damn nobles would say if they found out she skipped class. A punch to the gut. No. She wouldn't bring shame to her dad nor the memories of her mother.

Sighing she twirl her pen, her mind on other things rather than class. Her mind trying to turn over what could be the lack of the truth from the man she loved so dearly. They promised no big secret between the both of them, and she was true to her words and told the male things she hasnt told anyone, things that she had kept close to he chest. And she had assumed he had been the same.

But the fact that Rama made some sort of deal with the housewarden of Octavinelle, and she was none the wiser?! And when did he do such a thing? She spent the first few months of his housewarden hood doing everything as per their bet, and once they ended up together she's been by his side as his lover, so when? Sighing imani ran a hand though her hair again.

And maybe she wasn't as angry as she was trying to let on, more so hurt that she hadn't known. Sighing again she found herself going though her classes in a bit of a hazy, coping notes and doing paperwork with practice ease. After all what is a little mind numbing work to a girl who spent most of her childhood trying to prove to a bunch of stuck up nobles that despite not being noble by birth, she and her family were worth the title bestowed upon them with her mother's marriage to her dad.

It would be after morning classes and lunch time when her beloved idoit of a fence would find her. And given how well she knew him she could tell that he was hurting. That something was weighing deeply on his thought, he did get like this from time to time and she would comfort him, but she could tell this was much wrose than the other times.

Sighing for what felt like the uptin time imani reached up and gently cup his face. He leaned into her touch his eyes drifting closed as he seek comfort from her. She couldn't help the soft smile on her face. "Let's go to our room, we can talk or just relaxed."

Rama gave a weak nod. It seemed he would allow her to lead him where ever. Luckly he really was going to take them to their room, because despite the hurt at the secret being kept from him, she still longed to be beside him. This man who help lighten her own load and made her feel safe and warm when she could no longer stand tall from all the eyes on her proseved perfection.

"I.... got us lunch." Chuckling she patted his cheek and pulled away to grab his free hand.

"I noticed. Now come on, if we wait to long our food will get cold." Hearing him mumble what it was, had her rolling her eyes as she tug him to the mirror that would take them to their dorms.

"Than before the drinks grow warm." Imani pulled them both though the halls, no would should think to much about it since its not like its the first time she's pulled him though it sometimes he'll even carry her as they would skip eating with everyone just to spend the time alone. They've done it so much no one so much as blinks at it anymore.

They would walk and walk with him tugging Rama behind her till the reached their room opening the door and closing it behind them she pulled out her pen and put a spell on the door in order to sound proof it. Than tug Rama to the bed and plopping herself onto the bed.

Sitting on the edge she had expected him to sit beside her, but was surprised when he dropped to his knees before her and moved so he could rest his head on one of her thighs. His head between her legs. His arms wrapping around her waist holding her close.

This postion was a bit embersing, but for some reason Rama found it the most comforting so she would deal with it as she gently pet his head giving him a few scratches here and there as he seemed to be breathing in deeply.

Time would trial off as she would spend the time petting his head. Rama's warm breath seeping though the fabric of her skirt and brushing her skin. It honestly sent chills though her spine.

"...... imani....do you love me?" The question caught her by surprise, to the point she had stopped stroking his head.

After a moment she rolled her eyes she flicked one of his ears. "Just because I'm hurt doesn't mean I've stop loving you silly." And as if to prove her point she pulled out the necklace that held the promise ring Rama gave her. "I did say yes to marrying you after all."

Rama moved from his postion and reached for the necklace. Imani watched as he lift3e the necklace from around her neck to than removing the ring off the leather string. He than reached out for her left hand m, before sliping the ring onto her finger. He than pulled her hand to his lips. Giving her hand a gentle kiss.

The simple action had imani's heart skip in her chest. Her cheeks becoming a bit warm and she watched as he gave a look that made her shiver. "Rama~" her voice was soft nudged her should which she knew what it meant as she lay her upper half on the bed.

Imani felt her body warm up as she soon found herself under her lover. his lips on hers and her arms wrapping around his neck cling to him. And while one of his hand was holding her cheek the other decided to explore else where, which caused her to gasped into the kiss.

For the exploring hand, seemed to have slip under her skirt and begin rubbing her inner thigh with his thumb. Sending chills though her. And pulling away from the kiss her breath in pants. "Tease."

The male said nothing as he moved to.her neck and begin kissing and biting her. And for a moment she wonder if he was still bothered about what he wanted to speak about. And why she did like the thought of having her brains screwed out of her. She sighed softly and reached to give his ears a little scratch.

"Won't you talk to me?" Imani waited wondering if he would just avoided the whole thing. But she could feel he had stopped. His breath running over her neck but nothing for a while. Though when he did pull away, Rama cupped her cheek again softly running his thumb over her lips.

"Can you still love me after what im going to tell you?" His voice broke as he spoke. And honestly, if imani was honest it looked like he was about to brake. And it hurts to see the strong brave man looking so hurt.

"How about we eat, and skip the rest of our classes? We can just cuddle under the sheets, talk about it and..." imani reached for rama's hand and pressed it to her chest above her heart. "And i promise no mater what happened in the past the love I have for you will not change, after all no mater what you think my feelings are my own, and these feelings are not something that can change be it from a mistake of the past, what maters is what we do now and in the future."

Imani soon found Rama lips on hers again. And she returned the kiss, holding a bit tighter to his hand that she still had it on her chest. And personally she didn't mind it being there. And only after the need to breath became apparent did they both pull away.

"If were going to be in bed we should take off our shoes."

The words while true, made her chuckle and she let go of his hand and lightly pushed him to get him to move. "Fine, just get off since I can't do it when you're sitting between my legs, unless you plain on taking them off me." The look that crossed her fiancée face showed that he would very much like that.

Rolling her eyes and trying not to show her smirk. She "Horn dog."

"For you."

That remark had her choking on her own spit, since it was a rather cheesey line but it did make her feel giddy. Sometimes Rama really was a handful, but than again he was her handful, and she wouldn't have it any other way. And she knew that no mater what she'll be able to handle what ever it is that weighs heavily on his heart, because they have each other and always will.

[grasscore]

more bummer ramblings below

literally just sitting here crying my eyes out reading people's posts on the bipolar subreddit and like i dont know what to do with any of that.

i've been really scared that what i've been dealing with is addiction, because it felt like adhd impulsivity + stimulation craving but on steroids, like boosted to 100,000%

but idk the more i think about it all, it might be hypo/mania. like im basically nearing about 3 months of constantly just making connections between things in my head, sleeping for only a few hours a night, literally not doing my job, feeling extremely social but only online and completely neglecting irl relationships and responsibilities, not eating or drinking water, etc..

and some of it has been really good! like i have created some art and actually finished some shit for once whereas i usually just get really hype and start a project but never finish. so im happy about that, and i think its ok that i'm like.. trying to be more 'social' online because i work from home and because of covid don't have a ton of irl options for 'public' life. in ways it feels like an improvement to me where before i felt like absolutely 0 motivation at all, just sitting on tiktok for literally 6-10 hours per day (i basically havent even opened the app in like 2 months which felt like an improvement, but im now working WAY less even than when i was in that phase).. but the fact that this 'creative productivity and sociable/positive mood' is paired with me basically not doing my job AT ALL + not sleeping or eating, etc.. ive been feeling a little better in the past couple weeks because i thought like..maybe i have an 'addiction' or at the very least a destructive pattern so i thought the solution could be.. being mega aware of my actions at all times, meticulously tracking every hour of my day and recording what i do and making plans for every chunk of the day..which hasnt been hurting, it's helped me remember the really basic things, keeping my priorities 'straight' in theory. but every second of the day is this really uncomfortable restlessness and if i dont put my energy into a project or something that i'm excited about i feel like im crawling out of my skin.. ive been smoking like crazy. and now that ive finished my project i feel like im itching inside my skin lmao

idk especially reading people's posts on the reddit about how it's showed up throughout their life.. im just thinking about the year where i was 100% convinced that i was like.. in a simulation / samsara and that a meteor was coming.. and that i was getting visions of future iterations of the simulations thru my dreams. but i never told anyone about it because i was like,.. oh i dont actually believe these things, even though i'm terrified out of my mind thinking about them because they feel so real and if i see anything online that is slightly related to 'the simulation' or a meteor hitting earth i would spiral with paranoia and anxiety.

like i just feel like im screaming into the void in all my relationships trying to explain how out of control and scared i feel.. but everyone has just been like 'hey, it's alright, you seem fine to me, your standards for yourself are too high' and im like ok tell that to the fact i've worked maybe 5 hours a week every week for the last 3 months. like ive spent the last month pretty much terrified that im just going to keep making bad/impulsive decisions until i'm fired and/or dead

[ankhisms]

ok i didnt take a lot of screenshots while i watched but i did write down some thoughts as i was watching so heres episode 41-44 thoughts

ep 41

really fucked up that ZECT has a like gas bomb that makes worms lose their mimic abilities and then they go in and kill them like honestly in that scene it seemed like the worms were like hiyori and rich boy and reina like just living normal lives not harming anyone. frankly im on the worms side here that was fucked up

tendou really climbed an entire mountain just to be dramatic on the top because of course he did

theres a new goth guy in town with a trench coat that hes got the hood pulled up on so you know he means evil business

"what does it mean that i am the top of zects son" kagami how have you gone this long without knowing that your dad is the boss of zect. like i know youre estranged. but you work for zect.

aw rich boy is so worried about his besties being hurt

kagami has admitted that it was a lavender marriage

tosses glitter and falls over, dead

KAGAMI HAS BEEN TACKLED AND HANDCUFFED FOR TRYING TO SEE HIS DAD. I HATE HIS DAD..kagami we need to kill your dad

renge voice how did you get an entire huge bed with a canopy over it inside our tiny ass cafe. did you really have to sleep here. tendou voice who cares. have breakfast. dont question anything that happens anymore

POURING SUGAR ALL OVER THE TOFU WHATRE YOU DOING

"the end is close" ok thats not ominous at all. normal things your dad says to you

"father why was i born" kagami..... kagami my friend kagami )): i havent seen anything about the end of kabuto but i do genuinely have a bad gut feeling about how everything might end for kagami like im concerned about him

the hoppers looking at rich boy and going god i wish someone would call me young master and spoil me and rich boy going hahaha so true. who the fuck are you guys again is so funny. and then theynjust start fighting for no reason like ok yeah sure

"please dont hold a grudge against my son" "i dont hold any grudges against kagami" dont worry mr zect president tendou is holding something else entirely against your son. as in hes holding him in his arms and um

"im not doing this for zect im doing it for someone i trust" aw kagami. i still think its a bad fucking plan

OK SURE HE WAS A WORM THE WHOLE TIME. SURE. WHY NOT.

"i wont trust anyone anymore" GOD. KAGAMI. IM VERY WORRIED ABOUT HIM LIKE WOW. HIS LIFE SUCKS CURRENTLY

THEYRE PUNCHING KAGAMI REALLY FAST HASNT HE GONE THRU ENOUGH

i get kagami might be a bit shocked that the guy hes been working with at zect and really trusted is a worm but like. i dont understand him having such a violent and like disgusted angry response to him like kagami knows that hiyori is a worm and knows that tsurugi is a worm and he has no issues with them?? and like his team mate guy was trying to protect him and help him and rushed over to see if he was ok and tried to help him up so its just kind of like. kagami i get you might be shocked but this is still the same guy youve always known and respected and trusted its just like. cmon now

ep 42

"time only flows for me" ok sure! whatever the fuck! i just am accepting every single thing that happens now because like yeah why not. this might as well happen enough bizarre unexplainable shit has happened already we might as well through something else in

watching a hostage tape ransom message on a projector

ok the zect counsel is like hooded mysterious figures. makes sense

TOFU DUEL......... TWO!!!!!!!!

i can not believe i forgot about kagami having a brother which was a whole thing in the beginning which was very tragic and sad it feels like the whole direction and feeling of the show has changed so much since then

baseball with feelings

"i kept seeing my sister in her" UM. DONT SAY THAT

i love kagami pushing open his jacket and touching the gattack belt in the same kind of movement an old wild west cowboy would do to reach for his gun holster in a shootout its very fun

misaki why did you say yes to going out with him suddenly. misaki please

it feels meaningful to me that tadokoro comes to save kagami and fight the other worm in his human form.... and then him reaching out to help kagami up and kagami taking his hand vs how kagami reacted when he first found out. cries

you may be able to stop time but consider this: im the fucking sun

not gorou chan is so mad about not being able to launch a missile attack. typical government behavior

TENDOU DITCHED THEIR TOFU DUEL

uh oh the other tendou is here

ep 43

other tendou skips into the cafe and is like lalalaaa im going to kill tendou. okay byeeeeeeee and skips out

"hiyori doesnt want to see you any more" DONT SAY THAAAAT HES HER BIG BROTHERRRRR

i do enjoy tendou two as a character so far hes fun

"how did you come here from the edge of time and space" "lol not telling you"

help this really is like this universe isnt big enough for two tendous

tendou two, while beating tendou up: whyre you hitting yourself stop hitting yourself

why must we fight the goth evil worm guy why cant we kiss him

cant visit your boyfriend in the emergency care ward of the hospital unless you look hot

the evil goth worm guy being able to copy any attack he gets hit with is a fun twist

IM NOT MISAKINU. IM MISAKI. YOU TELL HIM GO

"when my mimic defeats me" tendou. dont fucking say that. but also it makes sense. hes the kind of big brother who would sacrifice himself to save his little sisters. but like tendou. tendou your sisters need you alive. kagami needs you alive

"keep it all a secret from kagami" STOP!+!!!!!!! NO. YOU KNOW THIS IS GOING TO BREAK HIS HEART YOU KNOW HE WOILD DO ANYTHING TO STOP YOU FROM SACRIFICING YOURSELF

crying and sobbing about tendou teaching jyuka to cook. he loves both his little sisters so much but also he misses hiyori and cooking with hiyori was their sibling bonding activity

aw tendou two loves hiyori in his own way and doesnt want hiyori to be sad ):

the scene with tendou saying i have to die to save hiyori and kagami trembling and yelling AND I HAVE TO WATCH AND DO NOTHING WHILE YOU DIE?? they were in love there

yknow what i cant even blame hiyori for saying shes not returning to the world ever again. its her choice she should be allowed to make that choice. but also. sad

ep 44

i kind of wonder if hiyori was written out of the show because her actress was needing to do something else but i could always be wrong it just is kind of what the whole deal felt like

NOT MY RICH BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!

did not at all expect kageyama to stop his hopper-isms and put on a suit and be THA BEE again but im proud of him

oh he fucking got his ass kicked. well he tried

LETS GO HOME.... WAAAAAA... I LOVE YOU SIBLINGS...

i do feel bad for tendou two like it kind of seems like his entire existence was made to revolve around pretending to be tendou to keep hiyori there or whatever but also they had him fucking chained up and locked away tortured and now hes all alone. that sucks so bad for that guy

oop kageyama took off his suit hes back on the path of hell

OK TENDOU TWO IS GOING CRAZY. OK. DID HE JUST FUVKING KILL HIYORI. HOLY SHIT

[jinkicake]

Today is the day🙂( well in like an hour and 45 mins) i see they posted his birthday art and he’s so precious🥹 like he’s funny af too “ i don’t really care about birthdays but if you’re gunna bother me all day🙄 you can stay” bitch do you want the present or not😒 making up at sunrise to tell him he looks very nice in blue, like im making his outfit rn and i forgot he had his shoulders out!! Like its a body suit w the ARMS CUT OFF. He really said if imma have a rebrand im gunna be the sluttiest character here😭 clearly took insp. from kaeya to have his chest out like that🙄like i want to kiss the lil electro mark on the back of his neck. About to shower this little bastard is so much love and affection😈 going to suck his dick bc side by side his blue outfit does look nicer; i saw a thing saying he probably doesn’t need to breathe so he just makes moaning noise for fun😭😭 the thought of him being a slut bc “this is fun” is HILARIOUS since he’s just along for the ride so we can go to the most secluded spot in mondstat-bc i would celebrate my birthday there first for sure- and and ride him until he’s crying😊 just whispering how proud i am of him and how pretty he is. Now then for ANNOYING SCARAMOUCHE i would sleep in too much effort bc he’s gunna wake me up ANYWAY like as soon as his eyes crack open he is planning how to be annoying for a full 24 hours bc tomorrow is a wrap. DEFINITELY they type to me like “it’s my birthday you’re not gunna let me do what i want🥺(😈)” when he keeps getting handsy all day. You’re out on a romantic date? His hand is stuffed in your pants and he literally could care less, its you who’s trying to make sure nobody notices. Strolls into inazuma like he owns the place🙄 just to fuck you in the shrine; me and him will be petty to that fox until we both die😤 def takes you to some hidden cave in sumuru w pretty plants and is like look at what i found; fails to mention they’re like sex pollen plants tho😒 so hes checking his watch as everything gets fuzzy and only then do you realize this place is very isolated🤨 nobody would hear you let alone be in this area. Fucks you like his life depends on it, he is using the day to be as sadistic as possible; probably tell you to ding happy birthday like you can talk😭 he has blankets and everything set up like i thought this was a picnic🤨the only thing he eating is you😔the type to get overstimulated easily but holds longer bc hes holding on by sheer willpower and to also make a huge mess. Like to him if he not light headed he’s not done. Fucking like 3 loads back i to you bc hes obsessed w watching you gush around him like he never does anything halfassed hes gunna make you scream every-time, biting you bc why thats how cats show affection and degrading you like hes doing any better “look at you making a mess and cant even help it”! And he only pulled out to not cum

scaramouche is so annoying T T like just say you want to spend time w us you loser! but he's so cute,,, so cute... I had a little party for him in my teapot keke

((two second side note... speaking of kaeya... did you see his new skin? when i heard about it i literally exploded like nothing from this game has made me happier than my meow meow getting the pampering he deserves! and the braid- the braid in his new skin im going to cry))

something in my brain shifted at the thought of kissing scaramouches electro mark... youre making me a scaramouche appreciator,, stop! smh his mark that probs hasnt been washed since it got put there LOL

O.M.G.... i never thought about him not making noises bc he doesnt breathe- yeah he's a slut through and through and i love it.. i love it T T my favorite puppet (raiden look the other way this is NOT about you.... not yet </333)

sharing a birthday with scaramouche is so cute bc i know he would do everything that you want to do and would prioritize your feelings over his because he's such a softie... what an angel. okay that's enough sweet scara im going back to crazy!scaramouche bc if you dont share a birthday w him then he would so take advantage of it like (aside from insecure scara who would hate his bday) he would so make you do everything that he desires since it is his day (and i wont fight him on it!!!!)

YOUUUU ARE FUCKING CRAZYYY IF YOURE GOING TO THE NARUKAMI SHRINE AND NOT FUCKING MISS YAE MIKOOOO- like howww could you pick scaras short ass over her?! hell no! (but fine since it is his birthday smh)

awww scaramouche fucking you everywhere (unlocked lol) in teyvat for your birthdays is so sweet ,, who knew he had a kind side? (i did)

[9w1ft]

Thanks for answering, 9wing! I am on the same page as you, you just helped me to articulate my feelings better.

Some of the songs don't really necessarily feel like they'd be tied to the nighttime on their own (Bejeweled, LH except for the first lyric, Karma, Sweet Nothing, etc) but in my head, when I connect them to a certain narrative, they work better. That narrative is that the night starts out fun, she's staying out “too late” and separating away from the "Good Girl" image the media thrusts upon her (she's experimenting sonically, she's cussing freely even when she doesn't need to perse, she's saying things she normally doesn't do), but then as we get deeper into the night, the thrilling tipsiness transforms into alcoholically-influenced insecurities, paranoia, and guilt. The album order of the songs don't match my narrative, but it's something I like to imagine to further enhance my midnights streaming experience.

I also thought the same! Was definitely expecting her to dive into the 60s/70s/80s era based on those photoshoot, but I'm not unhappy with the results. Midnights definitely surpassed all expectations in a really different and unexpected way, I appreciate that Taylor isn't afraid to experiment and venture into new areas with her music and genres.

i love these thoughts! as with many of her albums i don’t get the sense these are in a specific chronological or thematic order from top do bottom (more the mosaic of love that lover is) but what you bring up is really interesting and i totally feel it with the openers vs closers and i’ll definitely think about it when listening.

you unearthed a tangent!

i think that for me in some cases, the “midnights” of it all helped me contextualize or picture some songs in very specific ways. like if you look at some of the songs from the perspective of them being set at midnight, certain interpretations make even more sense. and i kinda love the fun puzzly nature of that.

for example, what kind of midnight happens when you are singing kids songs and playing kids games in one room and your lover is in the kitchen humming? why would this be at an odd hour instead of during the day?

what kind of midnight do you find yourself telling your partner to breathe and comforting them about pain getting better and cracking small talk jokes with them and while you worry if you made the right life altering choice you are simultaneously realizing that, uh oh, you keep falling in love again and again. why would this be at an odd hour instead of during the day? what about that could be scary?

what kind of midnight is it, that you walk yourself to a house not a home all alone because nobody is there, when the ambient noises of the song doesn’t make it feel that way exactly. what is a kind of moment where you can be not necessarily alone but also feel alone and wanting to spill out truths and advice to anyone who would listen.

what kind of person would not ever say to much or read into emotions but stare at the ceiling with you in the middle of the night? what kind of person wouldn’t even be listening to taylor’s history, how could taylor be under scrutiny and have all this shit be somehow new to her? what about her situation could be new? of course this could just be a quiet lover or people could fit it to joe or say it’s about the start of kaylor or say that taylor talking about something new means it can’t be kaylor but come now, hasnt anything about kaylor in the past few years newly developed? something you’d do anything at all hours to protect? i can think of fun and fitting ideas.

i always have weird song interpretations so i’m not here to press all of them on anyone but, i really think this album can be listened to in a certain way that gives it all a certain ingeniousness ☺️ and i love it so much

[only-lonely-lovers]

10.05.2022

tags: emergent sexuality (first time masturbating etc.) , blowjobs

notes: hijinks. this is PART 1, you can read more in PART 2.

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

つ：when my boy

あ：stop the post spiritually i think this is that

つ：its so scary and ominous that it has the costume head like it worries me he's gonna put it on you anf fck yuo what does it herald

あ：this fucking mascot contingent

つ：got so horny for the first time in your life you need help

あ：I always get the impression that 1 artist like, basically HC'd amane proceeding to have some thing for like. plush as a result and honestly i love the thought you just give a guy a specific thing

つ：i really enjoy the concept like he's gotten all messed up…. i love that in th e event he's like… why my… heart beating fast…. he rly feels like he doesnt know what it is

あ：rhghjghh like you dont even know what this feeling is littel alien

つ：bonarr from drikk coffeeh

あ：i get a ?

つ：tsukasa come help me figure this thing out i just get so hot and my heartbeat quickens. when i look at this costume

あ：the thought like. tsukasa comes home to this amane is just like barking orders. HELP me understand what's happening to me…

つ：what is it about it… and its funny if either tsukasa genuinely has no idea, or if he observed what aoi did and is like (: awe… oops…

but regardless he would have to ACT like ah i just don't know….. (:? do you want me to put it in?

あ：Whatever the case it is just like. alright let's see… I'll try and help, to the best of my abilities Amane

but honestly i think the second Tsukasa began to put on the mascot head it'd be like HOLD ON… we're on to something Don't move

doesnt it all just make amane like such a funny clown though fjghf ghg like if he could omnisciently watch himself and understand he's being such an animal he'd like wanna die

つ：he's just such a little alien creature

あ：really stumbling his way through being horny. it'd be so like mghhh… [touches inhumanly] while tsukasa is in there like. placid and open like. Is it good

つ：[distantly, dramatically, but idiotically] i don't understand…. what I want…. [touching its felt face] what is it………..

Tsukasa would be so placid. like ahp. this is not what i expected ❤️ to happen. uhmmm

あ：💭 how do i help my little dumpling

つ：well, Amane…… what does it feel like? is it scary? you seem………………………… excited? (:

あ：It's scary… but I want to understand it… It's conflicting. [fussy sounding] ugh… i want to. look at it. so i dont want to wear it myself.

つ：should I move in a certain way? [puts paws up] like a rabbit? or…..

あ：mmh. maybe? i mean… you could try. [genuinely dont know. if thats anything.] [hands continue roaming the face] [goes to touch neck hole zone like. maybe delayed thinking about how tsukasa is really in there. hm…]

つ：[tsukasa very patiently sitting there not knowing where this will go]

its actually funny if Amane can after a moment register like. that it is arousal. but thats still . knits brow why….and why now.

Tsukasa would be so earnestly [pauses] [tries to be as polite as possible] maybe you are a 'late bloomer'….. <3?

あ：you finally commune enough to parse that and then youre like. well wtf do i do with that…

つ：its sortof funny to have a version of reality amane was asexual until you accidentally ruined him

あ：soiled it through my funsies

i don't think this amane is really as defensive as other ones in terms of like. he's not trying to keep tsukasa at such an arms length about this stuff (i mean, hasnt had a reason to) so i think he's more capable of simply admitting himself it was a horny thing… and then tsukasa can respond like aww…

being suggested he's a late bloomer is like. sits with hands in lap. I gues but still, a bit defensively like: wait. are you not. [pouting]

つ：quite a question honestly makes tsukasa think its funny in this AU i think tsukasa is just like. i know i like amane lol ❤️ i just well behaved

あ：It's a thinker. tbh. cute to think about. It's a testament to his sheer grace

つ：i have fun. but ultimately bow to amane. whatever he'd like. but its so funny to think about. arousal. i think its liek. has reviewed his life at some point and fully accepted, been horny for Amane from like. so young 💔 like age 6 or something as far back as you can remember distinct moments

its simply like. pleased to be horny for you doing anything dont ask anything of it just Am pleasantly buzzed from watching you do doohikeys and ❤️ perhaps sometimes help out in a way that makes me sortof horny, like putting you to sleep or making you not have to pee for the whole duration of your tournament so you never have to use the public restroom like you hate to

[keeping your bladder empty throughout hours] lala. aouhhmm~

あ：The life of servitude and doing things like this constantly perpetually, is like the balancing stats for all the awareness. Like… i enjoyyyy the bigshow

Admittedly i do like the kind of dubious consent to all of it, I think it's… part of it. Like aheehe. i make your life better. Shhh dont worry about it

There's not really room for doubt though because you get to watch firsthand the results, of Amane being pampered and spoiled and liking his things exactly the one way. I think it's why Tsukasa can justify like. sometimes a treat for me. victimless crimeless crimes

つ：iiii think its cute though if amane asks that question sortof expecting him and tsukasa to be the same but tsukasa like…. just being silent and ❤️ makes amane feel sortof put off furrows brow again.

Amane like so, what. you feel this? all the time? about something?

あ：Oh he absolutely thought they were on the same level at least… the implication that their feelings are potentially different is like… ?? ?????? [pouts harder] Ehhh… Tsukasa!!

つ：……….. ❤️ ……………….. gomenasai bows head

あ：Kinda leaving Amane to feel like a dunce as the seconds tick by. like wtf so it was some knowable thing… and Tsukasa just deals with it all the time..??

[still trying to understand, frustrated] Does it not feel weird? And distracting? Do you not do anything about it? This has been my whole night

つ：bobs head side to side. aaaah…. you get used to it….! you get better… at working through it ❤️

あ：Really...

つ：haaaaii…

あ：[organically a little relieved] [shoulders get a little less tense] Okay… [fussy still] ehh, but. I just have to figure it out? That's annoying… [guy who has everything done for him] Ugh. I don't want to deal with this anymore

つ：[pitying him so earnestly] aaaahhhh…. hmmmm… [but… i curious ❤️ ] is it all so bad, though….? it's exciting, a little, maybeee…?

あ：…………….. I mean. Maybe. But I don't like that you have it all figured out and I don't [moodily leans back] It's like being a beginner at a game while the other is experienced, no one likes that You just want to skip ahead to the part where you're good at it

つ：god me too amane. pant

あ：[hot wind moment]

つ：feeling the emotion of resisting treat simply crosses legs casually

あ：oh another day this is a game of like. dont go too fast and conceptualize an amane really honing his sexuality

つ：[being normal] aaah, it would be nice to get you to the part of being 'good at it'.

あ：Yeah [not thinking]

つ：I guess everybody doesn't like when it's just starting out, hehe nobody likes to talk about it…

あ：Hm, that's true. Though, I don't get it, why not talk about it. If it's so great.

つ：[threading fingers together with elbows on legs] wweeelll….. you're feeling it over something so …. [touches mascot head with hand briefly, looking at it warmly]…… it's often a bit like that…………. the feeling is good, though…. even if it's hard to talk about…. [glance]

あ：[gaze tracks to the head. stares blankly for a moment] [delayed] … wait, isn't it usually people, and not… things. [like an alien] that's why people date. [no tone] That's why this has been confusing.

つ：[glancing away a bit but still smiling]

あ：Is it things for Tsukasa too [looking.]

つ：……………… no………….. ah-- but-- you don't have it figured out yet. right…? maybe it's only misdirection at the moment. it may clarify a bit later……..

あ：Hm… ah. Oh. Okay. I guess that makes sense. [thinks] [makes. a face] ………….. this is hard to think about… I can touch this [points] but. If it was a person. I'd want to touch them? But I don't want to want that. You can't just touch people. You have to talk to them. Am I going to have to talk to them.

つ：[all the love in his heart, trying to hold it back really. glancing away. the conversation is kinda like… ohh ❤️ amane…. ah… aren't i in such a little pickle loving you…. ❤️ enjoying my lot in life. where it's desolate to anyone else's perspective]

you don't have to do anything, Amane…… you can….. self-regulate this sort of thing, if you really want to….. if you don't like others [pulls mascot into lap] there's no reason you can't use this, however long you want to. [pets it] if you don't want to escalate to people. …………………….. [<3 playing with fire] I….. am content with proxies. I don't think it's necessary to escalate. whatever you're most comfortable with.

if you don't like the bunny [makes it dance around in front of his face]… then you can move from it…. with a little effort… [pops out from behind it] but if you'd like to avoid people, the bunny or othersuch can be your friends ❤️

あ：[staring at it…] [likes to see tsukasa's hands petting it, moving it around, it's a little bit like being hypnotized for a sec.] [… the comfort of tsukasa speaking in this manner is also familiar and puts him at ease, there's an interesting interplay of feeling horny but-? soothed…] [very simply] Okay.

[reaches forward and touches it] I've decided this is fine. Even if it's weird. I like that it's a "thing". It doesn't have to be another person in the room with us.

つ：[ ❤️ so endearing ....]

あ：… if I have to figure this out. Then, an object is better. You can do whatever you want with it and move it around and imagine anything. [moving it around quietly, still in tsukasa's grip] … I think that's exciting.

つ：[uuuhhhnmg talk slower]

あ：Though, maybe it won't have to be this… bunny. There might be something better. [brain expanding]

つ：[moving the bunny around as if it enjoys Amane touching it very much so] there might be!

あ：[pets…]

つ：I'll keep my eyes peeled for you.... [nuzzling. hand with stupid bunny. using all my chi to focus on talking normally, which i am a master of] ... I'll bring things home for you to try out, similar to this.

あ：[flatly] Do that, yeah. If you found anything interesting I'd want to see

つ：a moment for tsukasa to blink and think about how he is going to have to find a way to be chill and not come home with like 20 stuffed animals at once

あ：how to act like human

つ：anyway I think after a beat Amane should interrogate Tsukasa but try to sound casual. like . so whats yours. your thing

あ：i do think he'd want to hear about it since, tsukasa mentioned proxies perhaps trying to fluidly transition by being like. If you're happy with proxies, I don't see why I wouldn't be actually. You sound like you like yours. [leans in.] [looking up at]

つ：[places bunny in lap and makes it face himself, as if seeking counsel from it] hmmm…. …. it would be only fair….. to talk about it….. so Amane doesn't feel so alone.

あ：Uhuh.

つ：……………………. [squinty eyes] I wonder if you'll see me differently……. [ … ❤️ I can erase memories …. if I have to….]

あ：[thinking about it literally] I think any reply is going to be something I didn't expect. Because I didn't know you did any of this

つ：[squeezing the bunny's ears, just fiddling with it while anticipating. enjoying the feeling of anticipation] [ahhh, real sense of fear…. and to organically come into this, so interesting….]

あ：[eyes dart down. look back up]

つ：IIIIIIIII………… feel how you do… [popping bunny up and facing it to Amane again] about this………… foooooor……………… [putting bunny into his face] you, Amane! [retracts it after, back into lap, and laughs, knuckles to mouth] …… especially when you tell me what to do…… ha-ha-ha

あ：[wind rustling] he's truly your little autist in that he's just slow like. tries to connect the concepts. looks at tsukasa. looks at the bunny. reaches and picks it up? and looks at it? and puts it back down

つ：shink it shruu tsukasa is leaning back and exhaling, looking elsewhere, smiling pleasantly, placidly. though his heart's racing…. is it a confession? hah…..

あ：...?? ....???? ................. ???? ??? Really

つ：mhm! you see, then, it can be anything, and hard to talk about!

あ：Ah… uhuh. … …… [poke poke the ears]

つ：[squeezes them as well]

あ：…… it's the same?

つ：hai, hai. Just the same. do-ki, do-ki

あ：doki doki?

つ：mhm! I'm very used to it now.

あ：[puts hand on his chest] [just to like... assess. Truth???]

つ：[can't control response to that, bodily, but focuses on exhaling calmly. well, the heartrate will increase… it's a good example] …… just like yours, isn't it?

あ：[loading in the pulse… it is indeed a mirror his own, which has felt taut for a while now] [it helps to have something very physical to pair with what tsukasa said… nods…]

[retracts paw quietly. sits there more. like. uhhhhh. okay.] [blinks] Um… okay. [is mentally walking back the various things tsukasa has said. but tbh its almost like scarily straightforward like, well it all checks out, this is why it would be something you do via proxies & also why i dont know about it (its not a stranger/new person) & why i've never been told & why tsukasa said he didnt know what i'd think/feel distinctly.]

I believe you. [as if confirmation necessary]

つ：[merely the pleasant warmth of amane not being upset at all. thats so sweet… so kind….. ]

あ：[futzes with hands in lap] I was wondering how you figured so much out without me noticing. If you liked other people without telling me, it'd be confusing. But you're always with me so… that checks out

つ：smiles.

あ：[tilts head, kinda quirks lip] …… you like when I tell you what to do?

つ：[blinks a little slowly. keeps eyes closed for a second] yep!

あ：Why amane to himself: i wouldnt like that. if some jerk just told me what to do all day boo

つ：[coughs a little just from how rude he is. oh ❤️ ] mmmm!! …. why the rabbit….. [moves it around] [tfw you know why the rabbit. but you lie] it's………….. just how it is……………

あ：Oh [owned] Hm… okay Is it really enough to just do stuff I like to touch the rabbit…

つ：it's simple enough. really.

あ：tfw amane isnt thinking about how him and tsukasa touch all the time

つ：[pondering while touching it] some people need more than proxies or venting alone……… [twiddling it back and forth a bit] ……. but some are fine with that. We'll find out what you are!

i feel like the convo could close out so casually but amane will rly think about this next time he tells tsukasa what to do. and just be like… wtf how could it be like. the. he's…. … ?? …. like now…..

just have an organic moment of grumbling for tsukasa to do something later in the night and then be like [jolt] wait!

あ：I think it's a rune still like. but i dont get it actually. how could it feel good. horny?? doing it???

but like part 2 when receiving the thing he grumble for: ,,, if its why tsukasa gets me stuff,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, thats fine like… ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, if the other option is i dont get stuff 💔

つ：so thats why he's SO patient….

あ：its not upsetting, decidedly. i think its just puzzling. and kinda weird. it's hard to see as really tangible its just tsukasa so its like. ok. weird cuz i had no idea but. its not going to change our day so its fine…..?

oh but you know. if tsukasa proceeds to like procure amane things to "try out"… like we still venture into this… i think it'll force amane to be like wtf what if tsukasa just moves on though and swaps me out with something what if this isnt how it'll always be. no-!!!!!!!!!!!!

つ：like, if there's something you can find thats 'better' than that which originally turned you on…. nnno.

あ：Though maybe this thought doesnt congeal until he finds something he likes better himself

つ：something that makes the original rabbit look like shit

あ：i do want it to just shift into plush like. gets you a nice faaannncy rabbit, nice fur better size. got heft like weighted by beans. really make that hting look liek dogshit you throw the drone with the head on it in the trash the bed just has multiple plush now

つ：i feel like this amane is so dense ina particular way he will. jerk off later. figure that out while tsukasa is busy. but like only after doing it a few times be like [jolt] does tsukasa--???

あ：really not until amane has like nutted does he like wake up mentally like. does tsukasa??? do this. does he come about me. whoa

つ：whoa--!

あ：but like [seriously] noo what… how could i never notice [DOESNT notice NORMAL things happening around him] [doesnt notice when tsukasa set down a plate of cookies for him]

つ：

あ：Later approaching tsukasa very seriously. going to ask in a one-two punch like. Tsukasa do you do other things. Do you jerk off. & then like, are you looking for better things to swap out? Are you going to stop liking to do things for me so much

つ：oh its being punched but like. DOES this tsukasa jerk off much. its something to think about

あ：maybe on the roughest nights. lol

つ：maybe it has to be a really part-- yeah. yeah like. i dunno. amane really does some shit sometimes

あ：I think he puts you through the ringer sometimes I think also he accidentally dirty talks you. like by virtue of your circumstance

つ：its gotta be like. summer night, amane is peak fussy, pissed off, won't let you relax, is demanding, he's stinky YOU'RE sweaty and going from room to room fetching him things, he's rude.

あ：a boy who really wont let you leave him alone for a second that day yanks wrist

つ：prone to groaning dramatically from the heat makes you help him take off his pants after school and put a fan on him

あ：you bring him food he doesnt even take it. just opens his mouth. and so on [points] [spoonfeed me the meal you slaved over] on bad days i think he's really like. one word commands. barks FAN nmghh… PANTS!!!! showerrr

つ：and on those days its like. once you sleep spell him. just have a moment

あ：You really cant blame him. though reporting "yes" to jerkoffs would make amane react visibly , like, naniiii

つ：he would just be honest indeed… simply so….. like oh, poor amane, uhaoh, needs, this, consolation, it seems..

あ：Eh really really…. ?? when… we share a bedroom [incredulous] ehh i cant believe it…

つ：you have to go to bed sometime…… ^^

あ：[looks down] i DO… You always fall asleep after me. ahhh

つ：[looking aside] … [smiles] ….. but, replacement, you said? … I said what I did about proxies, and stuff. But I don't need that. I don't have the time, anyway, you keep me so busy~ [being playful]

あ：[processes] [visibly relieved]

つ：[not actually being serious] so long as Amane tells me what to do~ [you could stop talking to me for 20 years and i would still be here for you] [but i should sound more normal….]

あ：Oh! Okay. This is convenient, actually.

つ：…………. isn't it…………… [surprised but. yes. true.]

あ：I want you to keep doing stuff for me. I, don't want to be replaced right now. But if you really like it it's fine… you don't have to think about other stuff yet… [kinda muttering to self, arms crossed]

[sits upright] Actually, you should really tell me, if you ever planned on changing things, because. You'd suddenly leave me with so much to do out of nowhere

つ：[mmmgh…… a little difficult! but…. enjoys that feeling, of something feeling so intense. it's novel, rare. his life is so comfortable….. tsukasa's that is. its been a while since he felt challenged by anything] [as a result though, becomes more honest. i should accept the challenge, and not merely say only that which is easy to shrug off] I'll never plan on changing things, Amane. Really.

…. it could only be you. So, you don't have to worry. Even if……. [exhales, but is pleasant, 'cuz he likes this part of it all] you didn't want to tell me what to do anymore……. I would have to think about all the times you already have, forever. And live with that! [eyes closed smile]

あ：[observing tsukasa as he talks… a bit like a particle. he's not so intense in reality, discussing this… especially after being reassured, it's like an anxiety quickly got smoothed over by tsukasa so he moved on quickly] [simmers… is simply pleased to hear forever, is pleased that he won't have to worry… that's what he likes to hear.]

Ah, really…? [hand at mouth..] …… even if I didn't do the part you liked? [again, just a 'couldnt be me' emotion for a moment kfjghf its shallow…] Why not though. You could find anyone that could tell you what to do…

Actually, it's always been a little confusing. My side of things feels… [doesnt know how to say it any less blunt] better? … you're always there when I ask, and you do what I tell you. I couldn't find someone else to do what you do.

つ：…..there's been a miscommunication, it seems… or you forgot! Our conversation! [standing up] I didn't say my 'thing' was being told what to do………………. I said, it was Amane. Telling me what to do. Amane, first [putting one finger up] [kindof letting his… crazy atmosphere show, for once]

[walks around the room idly, hands behind back] a silent Amane is better than any person. An Amane who doesn't look at me, is better than any person.

[stops walking, kicks a little] it's the Amane-part that is my 'thing'. It's just nice, the other stuff. It's fun. I like it a lot. [big grin!] …. but anything is ok. It's just that it is you. so, actually! it's not that you're more replacable, at all! It's impossible ❤️

あ：[feeling… ensmallened for a second.. like.. ah did forget…………………….] [watching Tsukasa attentively though, tracking his motions. it's interesting. it's not like tsukasa never acts this way, but amane detects the degree of craziness, like a scent in the air… something making the words thicker feeling… heavier…] [internally simply wonders if this is…? arousal…? is tsukasa excited to get to talk about it like this? lay it out? declare it? … it's fascinating for him to be able to be so 'fixed'…]

Impossible. [repeats.]

[… it's not often Amane is made to really reflect on their relationship so consciously… or feelings… it's not his expertise. but he feels like he's finally having to think about the future, and the concept of things changing. the idea of replacement… of upgrading to something better, of finding something different.]

… I did forget. [admitting this] It's hard to remember it's about me. I keep thinking about it as 'objects' or 'actions'. I thought you were telling me that night that I do things that make you horny about me.

It didn't feel very really for a while, too. … I'm trying to understand.

つ：[hnnrkgkh hearing Amane say horny about me. luckily he's already walking about so he can just face away casually and pant open mouthed silently for a second]

あ：….. [tilts head back] …… but I never thought about things changing before, actually… or, you having a new person you like more than me. And. I didn't like that. If you were… [lip pulling] busy. with. [straining audibly, you can tell he hasn't crested this thought fully before, and is doing it in real-time] someone else. suddenly. and, I couldn't do anything about it. I'd hate that.

[looks around, like eyes drifting about the ceiling] I couldn't do what you do… You couldn't just stop looking at me or be silent.

つ：[mmmm…. indeed……. twiddling hands behind back, as Yugis both tend to do. Teetering on heels a bit.] You'll never have to worry about any of that. [turnsszz a little] …… if the reason I stay is something a little odd, that's fine with Amane ❤️ ? [turns away] I didn't think I would tell you about it. but, it happened. [ambles about a bit]

あ：I don't care what it is. As long as you stay. [replied very quickly and certainly, but pauses after.]

つ：[squeezes his own hands together]

あ：You could feel anything. [talking slower… like listening to himself] … …….. you just have to keep being Tsukasa.

つ：[enjoying feeling his own chest seize at this]

あ：amane is suddenly like ? it doesnt sound that different actually

つ：[throws hands up] OKAY! Nothing has to change, ever!

あ：[claps a little. empty-headed little thing. like woo.. yeah say it.] [rambling a little] You're used to it… so, really, I must be used to it, logically. So, it's fine.

I think I just see your weird feelings as you being you, at this point. It's just Tsukasa being Tsukasa So maybe it'd be weirder if you changed

つ：haaaaah--! you'll see it for what it is, now!

[props self on shoulder] Amane. are you curious when I started feeling this? [delirious]

あ：[chest feels weird…] [stares. nods]

つ：[around Amane's shoulders, drapes his arms, to display his fingers in front of him-- 5 on one hand, 1 on the other] at least since we were --6!! but that's just what I rememberrrrrr

あ：[looking at this] [plainly] Wow. That's a long time. [frog in boiling water rn really being like cooked steadily from this convo without understanding it]

[face feeling warm. tsukasa's presence nearby is like… making his body alert.] [shivers uncontrollably] You've never felt different… Am I different lately? [distressed]

つ：Nope! [slouches on Amane a bit] well. Amane seems to be thinking a-lot. It's just not about devices this time. [squinting cheeky smile] [feeling chest beating against amane… is so interesting! knowing he can feel it, and why…. hah! so novel to not be hiding]

あ：There's a lot to think about… [muttering defensively. whiny] [touches tsukasa on the arm with one hand, though its a very light touch, too cautious to feel normal] [thinking very hard]

つ：[such an interesting vibe rn. I do not know what it is ❤️ ]

あ：[it suddenly might as well be like. lightning crackling inside amane's head as he thinks VERY VERY HARD] what if… ? iii…… like that you're this way? [sherlock mindpalacing]

Doesn't that mean that I like that you're horny for me. ? If you've always been like this too Don't I just like it? And never want it to stop.

つ：[slumps over, head also dropping over Amane's shoulder] [a little bit dead weight] [takes a second] I don't know ❤️

あ：[becomes stiffer] But isn't that what it means [mad, suddenly, like why arent you agreeing.] [tugs at] [stubborn] It'd even mean that I've liked it for years

つ：[cant control breathing hotly.] whatt're ya gonna do bout it? [sounding-- regressed!]

あ：I don't know [defensive, childish] I'm trying to figure it out

つ：you can liiiike iiiit…. nothing has to change ❤️

あ：I like it I don't want it to change

つ：[jitters] ohppp…. [pulls away from finally, but by like, grabbing amane's shoulders and pushing himself off from them]

あ：[feeling huffy… its a funny mental state despite everything…] [turns around suddenly, tugs the front of tsukasa's top downwards, handling him in that overly-familiar rude way, until he can grab tsukasa's face directly and stare into it]

つ：HYA--!

あ：It's almost like this Amane needs it so bluntly laid out like. The pointed interest, all the time before this to percolate, this drawn out convo… and then finally like looking at tsukasa is like ah. m. HE'S HORNY!!!!!!!! FOR REALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and this makes my pp hurt in response

[blurts] WAIT. I FELT IT

つ：AH?

あ：[looks down] actually its probably like we both look down like idiots

つ：sympathetically looks down when amane does for tsukasa i think it is cartoonishly like lightning bolts SFX AAAHHHHHH ah-HHHA? [grips Amane's shoulders too tight to mirror Amane's position incidentally]

あ：This is so weird It was like… looking at you felt… like looking at the rabbit the first time, like.. doki-doki… but it happened suddenly. and it hurt! but it was exciting.

つ：[hot air in tsukasa's eyeballs directly]

あ：But listening to you talk actually has been making my chest hurt

つ：uh-huh. [just like can't. … just like. ok. listneing]

あ：This conversation has been weird

つ：uh-huh. [has seen Amane erect before but has permission to rn which feels insane]

あ：Can words be a part of it? Well… I mean, of course they can be, but… I mean, make new responses.

つ：UhM! [typically is much smarter when offering amane guidance and counsel] aahhhommmm. mmm. …. may-beeeeee [audibly sniffs]

あ：??? Tsukasa You're not listening…

つ：[pupils dart up] AHEHehe!! it's hard to!!! [SQUIIINNT]

あ：Wow..

つ：it's so loud……. [scary] the blood in my body, and in yours

あ：kowai.

つ：so scary.

あ：Loud…? [pauses and tries to think… feels heart pounding. blood is rushing because of that… it's ah, it's not QUIET… hm…] [shuffles legs] I guess it's loud… [silence… is just like. well i'll just say it.] Do I jerkoff.

つ：[JOLTS] AouhH. [oh so loud open mouthed like 4 year old tsukasa] DO YOU WANNA?

あ：[whoa. watching that. but feels emboldened really. nods quickly]

つ：CAN I LOOK?

あ：[ZIIPPPPP]

つ：these fucking aliens

あ：its not normal in here

つ：not at all but it's great

あ：it literally like . If youre horny and im horny lets do it

つ：just going to gorilla grip your shoulders and both ofus standing watch you jerk off like cannot think to do anything differently

あ：no one wouild like to see htis

つ：IT WOULD NOT BE GOOD TO SEE

あ：its too autistic

つ：some scary twin ritual

あ：evil

amane watching himself jerkoff: whoa imk greallyl going to town on it it wasnt like that last time

つ：whoa pretty good rn maybe its better if someone watches

あ：[says that aloud]

つ：hear tsukasa just really inhaling

あ：both of you just staring at cock unbreakingly [mindlessly] You like smelling it?

つ：HAAI. [unbreaking eye contact w cock still.] I LIKE TO SMELL YOUR CLOTHES IF YOU'RE NOT THERE OR IN THE OTHER ROOM [cannot control volume]

あ：creepy

つ：MHM! [know what i am 100%]

あ：but like imagine for once amane kinda being like teasing sounding while dragging you lol… tsukasa… hentai your little monotone idiot sounding like ehhh?

つ：[sinks down a little until forehead touches Amane's chest. just a leetle closer. and mostly as a result of unconsciously crunching and legs bowing]

あ：Youuuu said it was enough to just do stuff for me but there's more isn't there… haha

[puts other hand on your upper back, just rubs idly… mmm brother comfort…….. its nice…] [this here while i jerkoff.. mmm… yeah]

つ：maybe.

あ：At least you can watch now Oh… and now i dont have to wait until youre gone…

つ：can I watch more, times more than this time

あ：Yeah [huffs] annoying to have to wait…

つ：[MANAGES TO CONTROL EVERY SINGLE IMPULSE IN AN INSTANT TO SAY HE WON'T HAVE TO AS HIS BRAIN KNOWS HE CAN USE MAGIC SOMEHOW TO HELP] [instead just nods]

well i hope when he comes it hits tsukasa in the face

あ：a generosity itd definitely just hit your clothes otherwise

つ：tsukasa would, instantly clasp his hands to his face like a psycho and rub it into his skin and then slide palms against tongue it would be. horrible in a way. but he's mindbroken

he's not prepared for resisting anything in this circumstance just sinks to the floor on his knees and does this hunched like a beast

あ：thankfully your brother really isnt normal either. he's like concerned [jenny voice] but its not the right kind of concerned just kind of like. tilts head

つ：watch him like particle desperately lick up everything and seem to bask in it.

あ：its like. ? is tsukasa about to jerkoff? …. watches

つ：sniffing. licking. panting oh how much it doesn't occur to him to jerkoff. just here to worship what you've given him I MIGHT NOT KNOW THIS AGAINNNNNHG

あ：cant act as if thisll ever happen again a real religious moment there amane is like wow. tsukasa must be feeling really good [weiner flopped out still]

つ：such a picture

あ：[kinda like clueless vibe really standing there]

つ：thinking about that finn that is like. from henchman on his knees

あ：oohg

amane kinda blithely like. that was fun umm…. do it more later, yeah.

[looking vaguely at the direction of the kitchen] hungry

つ：tsukasa taking a second to come back to reality. from his feralized state blinks out of sync looks up at amane. bedraggled

あ：[kicks off pants]

つ：omg....

あ：dgaf its just like ew clothes… rn got all sweaty

つ：time for Amane's… patented… feeling like he's being generous to be shitty perhaps cup tsukasa's chin in hand I said. I'm hungry. ❤️ tilt head.

あ：^^ … hurry up!!

つ：for Tsukasa this is like seeing into another universe for a second. cosmic

あ：the white light

つ：

あ：your days are numbered

つ：well, the hurry up would spur him to bolt pant pant HAI hai runs towards kitchen Amane like, AHHh I haven't told you what I waaaaanteddddd lolll.. its like wow… dummy…?

あ：saunters after guy who just nutted is actually atrocious but its nice to feel superior kfghfk like lmao…. and drizzle it with vinegars and applesauce

I honestly enjoy thinking about autist evolving into nasty pervert its a fun venn diagram. starts to be a real, wtf ever, i can just lay back on the couch and kick my feet up on tsukasa and start jerking it

つ：i'm understanding amane's transformation via tsukasa's nature through this AU i know why he be the way he be

あ：but also bc youre a little space alien you encounter every thought very slowly. and its like. after tsukasa's face gets nutted on through proximity multiple times it slike… [announces] I like it. when that happens wait. i wanna do it again

つ：get to the level of hold him in place to do it i think they are both so stupid about advancement in this scenario its more than tsukasa ever fathomed, so. he's just. stare

one of these times he will compulsively catch it in his mouth but like as a PURE, PURE wild impulse, like a. dog with a dropped scrap i like to think amane will be like AHAH?

あ：EHHH?

つ：rrrrrriiiiight you… you lick it. off your face and hands. and stuff. you like it…..?

あ：Mmnnn me jerking off luxuriously and then CHARITABLY prying your mouth open and aiming the tip of my cock towards it

つ：feeling like wow, no middleman…. noo mess soooo convenient

あ：fsr it feels like it could really just be a whole week of just like, variations of coming onto tsukasa's face / into mouth

つ：they're slow going. like its so funny to take a week to invent blowjobs

あ：[justin voice] room to stretch out

つ：and maybe the zenith isn't even, like. really aiming for that as much as one day it dribbles down cock and its like mmmgh wait clean it off but he'll be so freshly came it'll feel like burning stove GRABS TSUKASA BY HAIR AND RIPS COCK OUT OF MOUTH OW?

あ：ssss ahhhh ouhhhhh not my weiner but it's like you'll incubate and be like… wait mouth…. stuff

Almost like, experimentally next time pauses, pulls tsukasas face more directly against it, lines up mouth. wordlessly does this. its really not so confident but its just like hm… sensation…. [hand on cock wiggles it and prods tip against tsukasa's lip repeatedly]

つ：so fascinating for tsukasa to… feel so…. stupid ❤️ it really would be nostalgic staring up at. only moving as directed.

あ：so empty-headed feeling. its really like ahh natsukashii.

(~link to PART 2 down here for convenience~)

[lollytea]

Never thought about it that deeply when looking at Hunter grom outfit art but that s so sweet and heartwarming<33

Boi rarely takes off the mask and when he does it s around ppl who at least to some degree dislike him (beside belos/raine/steve who i doubt compliment his looks) always tired and in armour.

Looks at himself in pretty clothes and oh! He s pretty handsome he concludes.

Once he joins Emerald trio/entrails he s positively confused by how everyone compliments each other efortlessly

In human realm they go out picking outfits and is flooded with "oh this colour suits you" "you look so good in this" etc he Doesn t rlly know how to respond but tries to compliment his friends back (althought very awkwardly)

It makes me insane to think about cuz its too cute!!!

I always imagined that Hunter never exactly saw himself as ugly per say, and was never reluctant to remove his mask if necessary, but his opinion towards his appearance hasnt been the best either. He's just been stuck with this face for his whole life that he can't even critically assess it. Who knows if he's ugly or not? Certainly not Hunter. He's been looking at this face for too long to properly tell. He's indifferent at best and sick of it at worst. His face is dull, boring, underwhelming. So the privilege of hiding it around people he doesn't know really boosts his confidence. When he's wearing a mask, he can be anyone he wants.

I know the grom art isn't canon but it's so sweet to think about him really seeing how nice he can look all dressed up and being blown away by the final result. Like hey?? Hey?? He's actually not bad looking. Which he feels a little hesitant to even think cuz its not something he's used to feeling. But...he's kinda handsome. Maybe? He's really not a great judge of what good looks even are but being in a nice suit (something he's never worn before.) really rearranges his perception of his appearance as a whole, as though he's looking at someone new. Has he always looked like this? Would it be immature to hope that he has?

Hunter assumed he never cared about his looks much. So why are his feelings about his own reflection so BIG all of a sudden? He just....isn't used to this. Its nice. Handsome. He might go as far to describe what he's looking at as handsome. The idea fills him with an unfamiliar kind of giddiness. Handsome.

Luz would come bursting in, all done up for grom to see the number King has done on Hunter. And as soon as she's in the door, Hunter struggles not to shrink in on himself. He feels weird all of a sudden. Put under a spotlight. Someone is looking at this strange new version of himself and he feels silly for thinking too highly of it. Maybe he is just seeing things and he's just a dull boy in a passable outfit. His gaze tears away from the mirror cuz it would be mortifying to be caught admiring himself.

King hadn't said much about Hunter's appearance. Just an approving thumbs up and a "better!" An improvement from his own attempts, sure, but Hunter is probably blowing this WAY out of proportion.

But then Luz gasps dramatically. "Look at you!!!" She fawns and Hunter is just about ready to throw himself out the window.

"Don't you dare laugh." He snaps, jabbing a warning finger in her direction. His ears are steadily heating. "Titan help me if you laugh it's over for you."

"Why would I laugh?" Luz asks, sweeping across the room to get a better look at him. "Why, I was gonna say you look positively ✨️Dashing✨️" She announces with a broad beam, bracingly tugging at the lapels of his blazer.

Dashing.

That was an adjective Hunter never would have thought up on his own...but now that it's out in the open...

"Oh." Hunter blurts dumbly. She wasn't mocking him. She was complimenting him. "Thanks."

Being complimented on your appearance is a very strange and surreal thing so his brain needs a moment to process it.

"I like your...." He begins awkwardly, skimming his eyes up and down Luz's outfit. "Tutu...?"

Always with the loud and bright attire. But with Luz being so very....Luz, she has a knack for making these looks work. It suits her.

"You look good." Hunter comments. "Ridiculous." He emphasizes, to which Luz grins in response. "But good."

She thanks him with a theatrical little bow. "High praise coming from such a spiffy looking fellow."

Hunter snorts. "Shut up."

"I'm serious," Before he knows what's happening, Luz has swung an arm around Hunter's shoulder, reeling him in close. Her cheek smushes against his.

"And...from one Prince Charming to another..." Her teasing voice drops to a low murmur. "I think the girls are gonna love us."

Luz laughs at the embarrassed squeak that Hunter makes, turning to leave the room as he shoves her off him.

She calls out for him to follow her. They're gonna be leaving any minute now. Hunter nods and obediently troops after her.

At the last second, he pauses and takes one last look in the mirror.

Handsome.

Dashing.

It's so dumb but he watches himself smile stupidly as he makes one last adjustment to his collar. He's standing to his full height now, and as he leaves the house for the evening, he can be heard whistling, glowing with a new strange kind of pride that he's never experienced before.

I could absolutely see Viney and Skara jokingly calling Hunter "Hot Stuff" or something equally ridiculous. (They have similar nicknames for each other and Willow.) Especially after he scores them points during derby practise and they're gassing him up.

At first Hunter is a little confused. ("It's moderately cloudy?") There are definitely a few slang words that haven't yet reached his vocabulary, so this particular sentiment has to be explained to him.

Oh. Hot. Hot as in attractive. Okay. He gets it now. Interesting use of the word.

The explanation Viney and Skara gave him was so in-depth that he knows he's not going to be comfortable using that adjective in regards to anybody any time soon. Or well. He won't be saying it out loud at least.

Hot Stuff definitely sticks as Viney and Skara's default nickname for Hunter. He usually just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response to it. But Willow never fails to catch him look away and bite down a smile. She always teases him a little over it.

"You love being called that, I know you do~" She grins as Hunter blushes furiously.

Would be so cute if Gus and Hunter did most of their clothes shopping together while in the Human Realm and after they get home, Camila gets all the witch kids to show off their new outfits and parade around in the living room for her. Of course she goes "Ooooh don't you look cute?" At all of them. Which would make every single one of them blush. Camila would dote on the kids in their new clothes, I know this for certain.

Anyway Gus and Hunter helped each other pick out their respective clothes, which results in Gus NOT getting the shorts with the star shaped sequins ("It's October." Hunter insists. "You'll freeze.") And Hunter getting talked into the occasional loud and flashy garment cuz Gus told him that this one was his colour and THIS one would look so good on him and THIS ONE

Basically what I'm saying is Hunter being complimented on his appearance becomes a sure fire way to convince him to do anything.

Obviously when they do their little living room fashion show, Gus waits in the hallway with Hunter before they step in and prefaces it by announcing "Are y'all ready to see the best looking boys in Gravesfield??" Which is met with cheers and applause.

Gus takes to calling himself and Hunter "Best Looking Boys in Gravesfield" very often. Hunter still hasn't gotten used to it.

And ohhhhhh hubtlow...h tunltow....hfunmtlow....the brainworms this ask gave me because I started thinking about hutntntntlow....

I don't know if they're dating yet at this point. It's possible they're taking things slow. Maybe they both understand that the feeling is mutual but they're uncertain on what to do next.

But on one occasion, the atmosphere is just intimate enough that Willow is brave enough to reach out and touch Hunter's face.

She runs her fingertips across the cut of his jaw, a ticklish sensation that makes his breath hitch. Both hands cup his cheekbones, thumbs gliding just beneath his eye-bags.

The warmth of Willow's smile nearly knocks him unconsicous. "I like your face." She whispers, like she's sharing a secret. "It's pretty."

Pretty.

Hunter struggles not to melt into goo right then and there.

Pretty.

His face is pretty.

"You're smiling~" She singsongs, and Hunter knows she's correct, as he can feel the corners of his lips straining to reach his ears. He has to look away from her, because this is embarrassing. In a good way. Which is weird. Until he met Willow, he would never be able to fathom feeling embarrassed in a good way.

He has to pin his gaze at his criss-crossed legs for a moment, his hands squeezing his calves and he can feel it still. The big dumb elastic grin that is impossible to wipe away.

Willow proceeds to completely and utterly obliterate him by pressing the pad of her finger to the bridge of his nose and gently stroking down the hooked slope.

"I always thought your nose was very regal looking." Her lovely voice fills his ears.

She likes his nose.

He's helpless to the little squeak that escapes him.

Her knuckle have found the crook of his chin, which she uses to tip up his face a little.

His gaze meets hers and just like always, there's that electric jolt down his spine that she tends to give him.

It's only now that he realizes that she's blushing too. And he's not surprised. How in Titan's name could she say things like this without blushing?

If Hunter even tried anything like this on her, he'd go completely mute in his efforts to spit the words out.

"And you've got the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life." Says Willow, like she has no intention of letting his heart catch a break.

Beautiful.

The neurons in Hunter's brain have devolved into fireworks.

Beautiful.

Okay. Okay. Fine. FINE. He is unable to take this anymore.

Hunter asks Willow to have mercy on him in the only way he can, in his flushed, speechless state. He tips forward and buries his face in her shoulder.

He hears her giggles, picking up the slight breathlessness.

"Okay, pretty boy~" She teases, her fingers taking to carding through his hair, which is not merciful in the slightest.

Pretty boy.

Pretty boy.

Pretty boy.

Hunter is going to explode.

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[mrs-munson-quinn]

The Immortal Witch | A Stephen Strange Fanfic.

| A Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Fanfic.

| MoM Spoilers!!!

Slow burn !!

Summary | When Stephen cant find Wanda so he looks for help from the immortal witch, y/n.

Previous Parts >>> Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Squeaky noises can be heard from the old woods planel floors as Strange steps into the house that he suspects the powerful witch is hiding in.

The house looks about 200 years old, maybe strange could be exaggerating a bit. But to him this house looked like i hasnt been touched in years.

Everything in the house looks gray and old. From the old raggedy furniture to the acient books covered in dust.

Strange would hate to admit it but it took him a long time to find this location.

Since he first stepped into the libary of Kamar-Taj and found the dusty book with a cover that said The Legend of the Immortal Witch. Its when he started looking for the witch.

As he steps further into the house his hope of finding the witch getting lower.

The was no way someone could be living in this house he thought as he continued walking around the house.

Opening from door to door finding nothing but old furniture.

After finding nothing inside those rooms he heads to what seems to be the living room. And of course he finds nothing but old furniture once again.

As he turns to exit the living room he feels his cloak trying to face him towards the other side of the living room.

As he follows the whishes of the cloak. He turns to look where the cloak wanted him to.

And to his surprise he finds someone sitting in the old raggedy sofa that sat infront of the old tv. His only view is being the back of the persons head which had a hooddie covering it.

“I been expecting you, Doctor” a womans voice cleary calls out.

A few moments of silence passes through them.

“You’re the witch” strange says to the mysterious figure.

“Indeed i am” the witch responds with a playful tone.

The witch then finally decides to stand up from the dusty couch and turns to face him while taking the hoodie that was covering most of her face.

Now Strange wasnt definitely expecting her to look so young.

Strange took his time studying the witches face and figure form head to toe. She wore a black suit with a black cloak which had a hoddie

As he studied her his face wore a shocked look maybe a little mixed with awe.

He definitely wasn’t expecting to find the witch. Now seeing he right infront of him made him freeze.

Finally getting out of his shock he took a step towards the woman who looked about 24.

“I need your help” strange says to the witch.

The witch definitely wasn’t expecting strange to be so straight foward. Now the witch knew with what strange neede her for.

“You need me to help you find wanda correct.” The witch says with a knowing tone. As she starts walking around the small dusty living room.

“Yes but how did you know that” “ from what i read your powerful and only can move things with your mind and know a few of tricks of the mystic arts , and that you have stayed the same age for a long time” The sorcerer was a bit cautious. Can he really trust the witch that he knows so much yet so little about.

“Some things have to be left unsaid” she responds as she helds her hands as golden spirals of magic go around the room as the livingroom transforms into a beautiful living room. From the living room to the rest of the house turn to a big elegant house.

All strange could do was stare in confusion and in awe as the house was old a dusty and now this beautiful house similar to the sancrum of new york.

“ i can tell you where wanda is but dont let her fool you” the witch says as she heads out the living walking towards what seems to be the library of his dreams.

“Dont let her fool me. What do you mean by that” strange asks the witch with confusion laced in his voice. He was worried for wanda he might of have not know her for long. But he truly was. Yet what she had done the the poor town of westview was cruel.

And the witch ignores the mans question.

she walks more into the big library a small piece of paper magically appearing in the witches hand.

“This is where she is” the witch says to strange giving him a piece of paper with coordinates where the red head is supposedly staying at.

Strange grabs the paper.

“How do i know i can trust you” he says with apprehension in his voice.

“Well i guess you gonna have to just trust me” the woman says with a shrug.

“Thank you” strange says to the witch.

The witch seeing that he really is talking sincerely.

“Of course” the witch responds with a small smile on her face.

“I have to go now” the sorcerer says while opening a portal towards the coordinates the witch gave him.

Before he stepped into the portal he turns to give the witch a handshake “thank you uh” strange says “y/n” the witch tells strange her name.

“Well thank you,y/n” he say as he shakes hands with y/n. “Wait. Please be careful and good luck. You’re gonna need it” the witch says to strange.

He nods then soon steps into the portal.

While y/n all could do was watch the golden sparks of the portal slowly disappear.

While strange didnt know that the red head witch had been corrupted by the darkhold, the mysterious witch did.

And the witch strongly belives that the sorcerer and the young girl that is able to travel trough the multiverse will be the ones that will stop this madness that will be created by the scarlet witch.

***

Y/n can say that she has had her fair shares with the darkhold.

From having to fight her father many years ago. Who was corrupted by the darkhold.

Her father became a disaster after his youngest had died of an unknown disease. She was his little girl.

So he made it his mission of bringing back his daughter. Getting corrupted by the darkhold through the process.

And then giving out the family secret. That their family did witchcraft, which was not accepted. And that got all her family killed. Every single one of them.

then she had to kill her own father . There was no saving him. She can still remember her father’s last words.

Im sorry.

Which that could be the reason why the witch sympathize with the red head.

She has gone through so much from having to kill her beloved. To losing him to other times. And them having all her friends either dead or retired. And having to lose her kids.

And she understands that she just wants her kids back.

Obviously thats no reason as to why she should kill another child just to get her kids back.

But she would like to believe that the redhead can still be saved from the drakhold.

***

As strange steps further into the field filled with beautiful trees. Birds can be heard chirping and the sounds of sheeps. And with the relaxing smell of nature hitting his nose.

He finally finds wanda who was cutting up branches which have beautiful white flowers blooming from them.

“Apples right ?” He ask about the flowers she is cutting.

“Eventually” she answers while turning to look at him and hanging him the branch that she was holding.

strange then smells the flowers. “Smells-” “sweet” wanda cutts him out.

“I was gonna say real” he say while raising his eyebrows.

“Oh. Its a very real. Thanks” the witch says with a small smile.

“I put the magic behind me” she says while looking straight at his eyes

“So i can see” strange says with a smile and his eyes looking around the beautiful greenery

“Sooner or later i knew you would show up wanting to discuss what happened at westview” she avoids eye contact while saying that with shame.

“I made mistakes, and people were hurt” she looks straight into his eys as she says that.

“Put you put things right in the end, and that was it Ever and done” he consoles her softly.

“Im not here to talk about westview”

“Then what are you here for” she asks.

“We need your help” he tells wanda.

Wanda slightly smiles and sighs while looking down then grabbing the branch that she had given to strange.

“With what” wanda asks while picking up other branches that were on the ground.

“What do you know about the multiverse” he finally asks.

“The multiverse” “Vis had his theories,he believed it was real and dangerous” she responds, dropping the branches on a basket which sat other branches.

“Well he was right about both strange says as they start walking through the field. We found a girl who can somehow travel across it, but she’s being pursued” he tells wanda

“Pursed, by who” she curiously asks.

“Somekind of demon” he answers “one who wants her power for itself”

“We’ve taken it to Kamar-Taj and we’ve got our defenses” “but we could use an avenger” strange tells Wanda

“They are other avengers” she reminds him while looking at him.

“Yeah but giving the choice between the archer with the Mohawk and sevral big themed crime fighters, or one of the most powerful magic wielders of the plaent.Its an easy call” he slightly shrugs.

Strange then turns to look at her

“Come to kamar-taj “ he asks her “we’ll get you back on the luch box” he says while slightly grinning.

“What if you brought america here” she tells him and turns to look at him

“Here?” He ask slightly surprised at the request.

“Yeah,i knowwhats its like to be on your own haunted for abilities you never wanted” she slightly shrugs at the beginning. To caught up on talking to noticed that the sorcerer had stoped walking coming with a slight realization.

Wanda the continues on saying “i can protect her”

And then finally notices that strange had stoped walking.

“You never told me her name did you?” She say noticing her slip up.

“No. No i didnt” he says sounding disappointed.

“You know the hex was the easy part” she say while raising her hand “the lying, not so much” she says as her hand releases the hex. Similar the way y/n had done with her house.

The beautiful apple trees slowly start turning into old branches as the red mist touches it. Soon everything turns into its old dead branches. All you can see now is red and old tree branches.

As strange takesa look around he then notices the darkhold. Now he understood why y/n had told him to not let wanda fool.

“The darkhold” he says with recognition.

“You’re fimilar with the darkhold” wanda slight asks

“I know its the book of the dammed and it corrupts everything and everyone that it touches” he tell her.

“I wonder what it has done to you” he says

“The darkhold only showed me the truth. Everything that i have lost can be mine again” saying her belief on the darkhold

“What do you want with america?What do you want with the multiverse?” He ask wanda

“Im going to leave this reality, and go to one where i can be with my children” she tell him her plan.

“Wanda, your children arent real. You created them using magic” he desperately says trying change wandas mind.

“Its what every mother does” she says with a smirk. As her eyes show amusement.

Wanda then steps closer to strange and asks him “if you knew their wasa universe where you are happy. Wouldn’t you want to go there” she ask him looking straight into his eyes

“I am happy” he corrects her on her assumption.

“I know better than most what self deception looks like” she says with a teasing smile.

“What you are doing is every inflator of violation of every natural law, and if you take that child’s power, She wont survive” he argues.

“I dont relish hurting anyone stephen” wanda responds back.

“But she is not a child” she says while making face.

“She is a supernatural being. Such raw power could recavic on this, and on other worlds” wanda argues while walking around stephen.

“Her sacrifice, would be for a greater good” she says with a head nod believing what she says.

“Well you can go kiss your lunchbox goodbye” stephen says with a slight attitude. “Cause thats the justification our enemies use” he says more seriously.

“Is it the one you used” wanda says accusingly.

“When you gave thanos the time stone” she says her eyes slightly watery as she accusingly looks at stephens eyes.

“It was a war, and i did what i had to do”he defends himself.

“You break the rule and bevome a hero. I do it and i become the enemy. That dosent seem fair” she says in a slight whisper at the end. Her eys fille with unspilled tears. And pain can be seen her eyes.

“What happens now” he asks wanda with a grimace.

“Return to kamar-taj, and prepare to hand over america chavez by sundown” she pasues and then says “peacefully. And after that you’ll never see me again” she says amusingly with a smirk on her face.

Wanda then decides that the conversation is over and walks away and taking the darkhold with her.

“And if we dont” strange then asks wanda about giving chavez to her.

wanda than slightly stops and than turns to look a strange witha threatening look and just simply replies “then it wont be wanda who comes for her, it will be the scarlet witch” her tone turning threatening at the end.

And then wanda was gone.

While all strange could think about was how was he going to keep the kid safe. And most importantly how did y/n know about wanda being corrupted.

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Hey guys!!

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I promise that we’ll learn about y/n more in the next chapter. Right now we are mostly seeing strangs 3rd pov in a way. Also the reason why i decided to write wandas and strange, i just felt that it was necessary so yeah.