#anyways spoilers nonono

[iced-souls]

Alas we begin

D09 DAY YAHOOOOOOOOOO

D09 day Pt 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[anonymouscheeses]

Drew my favorite! Sammy is the best I love her character smm >:3 she's also become more relatable with the problems she's been ignoring in episode 3! So I might kin her more now but thats fiine... I haven't watched past ep 3 SO NO SPOILERS ON THIS POST TY!!

AND THEN MY PRECIOUS BABIES 😭 YASAMMY FOR LIFE‼️ UGH IM SO GLAD THAT THEY ARE ACTUALLY CANON IT MAKES ME TEAR UP! BROOK IS SHIPPING THEM EVEN IN DEATH 😍 I CANT BELIEVE SAMMY SAID YAZ IS PULLING AWAY FROM HER?? NONONO IM NOT READY FOR ANGST. ESPECIALLY BETWEEN THEM TWO?? NOO!!

Anyway since I haven't watched the entire show I'm gnna theorize real quick heheheh

SO. The dinosaurs are definitely being controlled by someone but who? I'd say kenji's dad but I'm not sure, I kinda forgot what happened to him 😭 he's still alive tho right? So I wouldn't put it off the table but it could also be Dr. Wu or whatever tf his name is I completely forgor abt him. Anyway to the stuff im actually interested in- BROOKLYN. SHES DEFINITELY ALIVE. RIGHT?? (Don't answer that) THERES NO WAY THEYD KILL OFF THE BEST CHARACTER RIGHT??? THERES NO WAY. PLUS THEY ALREADY RECASTED HER IN THE FLASHBACKS(btw I think the voice is pretty good! Idk if people have complained abt it yet but if they have... shut up??) SO WHY WOULD IT MATTER TO KEEP HER DEAD? THATS A WASTE OF MONEY PLUS. PLUUS. idk. I just kinda want her alive bro.... SURVIVE BROOKLYN. SURVIVE.

Also Yasammy marriage proposal one day? Please? 🗣🔥🔥

[pinkanonwrites]

As Our Fingers Entwine

The end of the trilogy!!! I hope you all enjoy, both newcomers and those who have been eagerly anticipating this piece! It is in fact NSFW, appropriate tags below. Read it on AO3 here!

TRIGUN STAMPEDE EPISODE 7 SPOILERS IN FIC BELOW!

Vash/Reader, 6,000+ Words, AFAB Reader but no specific pronouns used, mutual pining, body worship, frottage, vaginal sex, alien biology, praise kink, enthusiastic consent, begging

You couldn't say for certain why the ambience of the peaceful town didn't lull you to sleep the same way the rattling underbelly of the Sand Steamer seemed to, but you had a distinct feeling it was because you weren't right next to Vash.

You'd never admit it aloud, mainly for fear of revealing your painfully obvious affections for your blond companion, but nowadays you always slept better with Vash by your side. And as happy as Vash seemed to have a room to himself and time to catch his breath, a selfish little part of you had hoped he'd be cheap again, crowd the two of you into a single room to save a few double dollars. The last time you truly got to sleep side-by-side with him was a few bumpy hours on the Sand Steamer, before the incident with the Bad Lads and the shootout and the, well, the entire steamer nearly catastrophically crashing to pieces. There wasn't much sleeping on the bus ride into town either, no matter how exhausted the both of you were. 

And yet, when you collapsed face-first into the surprisingly comfy hotel bed, you found yourself agonizingly conscious. Somehow, a simple wall in between you and Vash was enough to keep you from getting a good night's sleep. Just when did you become so dependent? Now three nights have passed, each one spent tossing and turning, unable to get more than a few blissful moments of shuteye. It wasn't like you were scared, or even stressed! Your body had just acclimated to the idea of sleeping curled up next to Vash, and now without him…

"Hey, anybody home in there?"

"...Hmm? Oh! Oh, yeah, I'm listening." You hadn't realized you'd started to doze off at the diner table over your supper until Vash leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of your face. You jolted up, grabbing a wedge of your sandwich and jamming it quickly into your mouth as he gave you a soft and sympathetic smile, his salmon sandwich basically finished and his free hand twiddling a stray french fry back and forth across the plate. Ah, he must have been waiting for you.

"You're a little out of it today. Everything alright?"

You waved him off, taking a swig of water to force down the mouthful of bread and various fillings. "It's fine! Just not sleeping well, it's no big deal."

Your response didn't seem to soothe Vash's worries at all, as his little smile fell into a frown. "That's no good. Is everything alright? You don't feel unsafe or anything, do you?"

"Nonono, nothing like that, really!" His concern really shouldn't have been enough to fluster you, Vash would have been worried for just about anyone who looked as worn-out as you did. But it still hit a soft little spot in you, something eternally sensitive to Vash's care and attention that you had to do your absolute best to stifle basically every moment of every day. "It's just too quiet, you know? I'm not used to having a room to myself anymore, heh. Pretty silly, isn't it?"

Judging by the soft and further  furrowing of Vash's brow, your  placations did nothing to assuage his concern. "Is there anything I can do? To help, I mean."

Stay. Stay with me, always.

Yeah, right. Like you could actually say that out loud. You sunk further into your seat, feeling a bit like an insect under a magnifying glass in the face of his consideration. It felt as if one wrong word or move would suddenly and jarringly expose the affections you held for him that seemed so glaringly obvious at all times, always.

"I dunno. It's not a big deal, anyway. We don't have to worry about it."

He seemed to sense your own discomfort with the subject matter, and leaned gently back in his seat. "I saw there was a tailor in this town! If you want you can come with me tomorrow, maybe get that tear in your cloak patched up?"

You thumbed the rugged fabric edge in your hand, almost not wanting to. Vash had patched it for you last time, and though the job was a touch on the rough side you didn't exactly like the idea of someone undoing his heartfelt, albeit clumsy, stitchwork. But shopping with Vash? That definitely sounded like how you wanted to spend your afternoon.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Anywhere you wanna stop by?"

"Might pick up some ammo, but not much besides that!"

And you were certain that would be the end of it. Even after thumbing out a few double-dollars to pay for dinner, opening the diner door for you with a cartoonish bow, and chatting idly as the two of you made your way back towards the hotel, Vash didn’t broach the subject again. By the time you’d made it to the door of your room you were certain he’d forgotten about it. But just as you were about to wish him goodnight and slip through the crack of the doorway his hand came to rest upon the door handle, that familiar soft expression of concern sneaking back up across his face.

“If you wanted… I could stay until you fall asleep?" There was a distinct shyness about it, like he was genuinely afraid of what your reaction may be. "Just to see if it would help?" 

You blinked at him once, twice, needing a moment to process the words he was saying before it actually clicked in your mind. Face growing hot, you prayed your expression didn't fully give away your embarrassment as an image wormed itself into your brain, an image of yourself in Vash's arms, his lips resting on the jut of your collarbone peeking from the hem of your shirt, of warm hands on the soft dip of your hips climbing higher, and higher…

Seeming to take your extended silence as rejection, or worse, disgust, Vash began to frantically backpedal, hand flying from the doorknob to tangle in the soft hair at the base of his neck. "You can say no! I just wanted to offer. Maybe that was a little weird, huh? Sorry, you can forget about it.”

But you didn't want to forget. Forgetting meant a return to… To whatever you and Vash were before that first night you woke up and saw him gazing at the stars. Forgetting meant pulling away again, faking a smile, pretending there was nothing there when you so desperately wanted there to be. Forgetting meant not acknowledging that he kept offering his hand to you, and that out of your own foolish anxieties you kept drawing away. 

And yeah, maybe things could still go catastrophically wrong. But wasn't that what you loved about Vash in the first place? How the entire world could fall apart around him and he'd still get up again, offer you a smile and put his best foot forward? 

You loved him. You loved him. And you were fucking sick of pretending you didn't. Your fingertips had closed around the fabric of his sleeve before you could second-guess yourself. 

"Stay with me."

And oh, oh, if the expression that crawled its way up Vash's face wasn't worth any and every possible humiliation, rejection, or vague discomfort. Red bloomed up from his collar, creeping up his neck into his cheeks and the tops of his ears. He blinked twice behind his oversized lenses, gaze flicking from your face to where you'd gripped his sleeve and back again a few times over. A thin, wobbly smile snuck across his lips, making his relief obvious despite his conscious efforts to hide it. A peek of sharp canines glinted from the gap as he shot you a crooked, sheepish grin, despite being nearly as red in the face as his signature coat.

"Y-Yeah!" He winced at the way his own voice cracked, oblivious to just how endearing you found it. "Yeah, heh, no problem! Let me, let me get my… I'll be right back. Five minutes? Give me five minutes, pinkie promise."

He even interlocked his pinkie with your own, a small, familiar laugh sneaking out before he slipped, momentarily, from your grasp. You watched as he stumbled down the hall to his own room, fumbled the door handle once, twice, banging his body into the wooden frame before managing to get it open, never once taking his eyes off you until the door slipped closed. Cute.

You stepped into your own room, clicking on the bedside lamp and flooding it in a warm, yellowed glow. Shedding your day clothes as quickly as possible, you kicked them into a heap in the corner and scrambled into your pajamas, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Without Vash's buzzing, eager energy at your side you had just enough time before he returned to briefly feel incredibly embarrassed at your show of need, face growing hot as you replayed the little scene over and over in your mind. Your hand around his sleeve, his expressions, your choice of words… God, you were so obvious. Had he really not picked up on it at all? But he seemed so eager, as eager as you were at the very least. Maybe he wasn't the only one who had been a little oblivious lately.

True to his word, it couldn't have been more than five minutes before you heard a soft knock on the door to your room. Standing on the other side was Vash, not clad in his signature red jacket but rather his familiar, beige pajamas. The worn out shirt hung loose around the collar with the sleeves draping just long enough to cover half of his hands, the loose elastic of the sweatpants held tight with an old, white drawstring. His hair was floppy and now shower-damp, hanging partially in his face as he gave you that so soft, so sweet little smile.

"You look comfy." He said, voice as soft as his grin.

"I could say the same for you." You responded, cracking a similar smile. Stepping to the side you let him join you in your room, door closing with a soft click as a palpable air of… something simmered between you two. Tension? Nervousness? It felt like a melting pot of just about everything you had or could feel when it came to Vash. He stood awkwardly in the center of the room as you flitted around him towards the bed.

"You should probably get some rest, huh? I'll just grab a seat at…" He gestured vaguely towards one of the two chairs set at the table by the window, words dropping from his lips as he watched you pat the open space in the bed next to you. He blinked again, face flushing pink once more.

"...Only if you want to." You added softly. He visibly swallowed, nodding so gently you could have almost missed it, and set his glasses on the nightstand with a soft clack. Carefully, hesitantly, he pulled back the covers and let himself into the bed beside you, moving like he was afraid at any moment you were going to change your mind and ask him to leave. 

You would never. You wanted him beside you. At all times, always.

He clicked off the lamp, and the two of you were plunged into darkness. A single stream of moonlight filtered between the thin curtains, falling diagonally across the bedroom floor and providing just enough light for you to keep Vash's face in view. When the two of you shared a sleeping bag for the first time the closeness was a necessity, there was nowhere else for you to go in the tiny shared space. But even now, with the width of the bed slim but still far greater than a sleeping bag could provide, you couldn't help but press yourself close to him. As always he was warm, so warm, heat radiating under the thin covers to soothe you, a constant thrum of energy just beneath his skin even when he was relaxed and doe-eyed as he was with you right now, laying on his side mirroring you, unable to look away. 

In this moment you couldn't help but consider that Vash was more alive than you had ever been in your own lifetime, or that you ever would be. He was a walking enigma, incredibly powerful yet so gentle, capable of such inhuman feats but so intimately, painfully fragile. Maybe you'd never fully understand him the way you wanted to, maybe there would always be secrets he couldn't share or stories he wouldn't tell. But you didn't mind, not as long as he was yours and you were his.

"Hi." He murmured, breath hot against your lips, that small, sappy smile never leaving his own.

"Hi." You replied. "Is this… Is this okay?"

"Yes." There was a relief in his voice, a borderline reverence. His hand hovered, briefly, coming to rest on the small of your hip and sending a jolt of need crawling up your spine fast enough to give you a headrush. "Are we… okay?"

"Always."

He let out a low, shuddering breath, hand flexing around your hip. "I haven't… I want… I want…" His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again. He let out another breath, a short, warm huff as he hesitated, brow knit like even now he was afraid of the oncoming rejection, the inevitable hurt.

The two of you really had been completely oblivious, hadn't you?

You closed the gap yourself. Slowly, carefully, for no more than a few moments, you pressed your lips to his. He gasped when you did, a sharp, surprised inhale through his nose before his entire body seemed to melt into your several points of contact: your legs, his hand on your hip, your lips. You watched his eyes slide open again after you pulled away, crease in his brow receding as he blinked at you, almost owlishly.

"You kissed me." He murmured, that air of reverence returning to his voice.

"I did." You said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, and that's because it was.

"You'll… You'll always be in danger. You know that, right?"

"I do."

"We're always going to be moving. You wouldn't rather settle down somewhere nice?"

"Not if you're not there."

He sucked in another shaky breath, corners of his eyes growing glassy and wet. "It won't… It won't be easy. Being with me. It's hard."

"Vash." You cupped his face with your hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. "I promise you it's not. It's really not."

He positively beamed, knocking his forehead against yours as he burst into quiet giggles. "You're really amazing, you know? You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Your own laughter joined his, and any hint of apprehension or concern Vash may have still held seemed to melt away in the face of your smile. "Now shush. Kiss me again."

He was clumsy, clearly overeager as he pressed his lips to yours once more. It started as another soft, fluttering thing, then a second, then a third, before you tipped your chin up and opened your mouth into the next kiss, inviting him to do the same. Fingers tangled in his soft hair, you pressed further into him, tasting honey and sunlight as you licked into his open mouth and he moaned against your lips. You didn't even realize he was moving you until you found yourself on your back, Vash's sturdy build boxing you in, knees framing your thighs as his teeth clicked wetly against yours and he groaned again at the feeling of your mouth moving against his. It was a messy, relief-stricken thing, like finding sweet, cool water after a day trekking across the open dunes. His still-flesh hand gripped your hip, fingertips indenting your soft skin, but his prosthetic hand cradled your cheek so gently, with such veneration it could have brought you to tears. There was a wet smack and a sharp gasp when he finally pulled away, like he was coming up for air. A single sticky strand of saliva still connected your lips, and as you swiped it off of his lower lip with a smile he gave you a sheepish grin in return.

"You gotta breathe through your nose, Vash."

"I know, I just…" He watches as you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking off the smear of spit there. He gulps, teeth worrying his lower lip. "...Just got a bit sidetracked, is all."

When he leaned back in a second time his target wasn't your lips, but the gentle slope of your neck. He placed a featherlight kiss upon you, relaxing when he heard your content hum and your fingers carded through the hairs at the base of his neck. Then he sucked a mark into the soft junction between your neck and exposed collarbone, teeth grazing and tongue lathing over the sensitive spot as you writhed beneath Vash's touch. His breath ghosted hotly over your neck, goosebumps prickling out across your skin as heat pooled low and eager in your stomach and you fisted one hand in the front of Vash's night shirt.

"Vash." You whined, and his low groan in response rumbled out against your already sensitive neck. "Vash." You moaned again, louder this time, needy but not completely sure what for. 

"Hmm?" His questioning hum was barely discernible from his soft, pleased groans, only the uptick at the end of the throaty sound cluing you in that Vash had even heard you at all. His lips rested on the curve of your jaw, thumb trailing back and forth across your cheekbone. You fisted the back of his shirt in one hand and tangled the other in his messy hair, whimpering at each barely-there kiss he left as he trailed his way up your jawbone to your ear. "You're so soft. So, so soft."

His lips brushed the shell of your ear and you couldn't help yourself, whining as your hips jerked up against his. His breath stuttered and he jolted back from you to blink with wide, shocked eyes. Immediately a hot flush of shame coursed through your body, searing behind your eyes and cheeks. Was he disappointed? Disgusted? 

"I'm so sorry." If you could shrink back and disappear you would, but it's not like there was anywhere for you to go. Vash's brow furrowed again for a moment before his eyes blew wide once more, immediately taking your face in both hands as gently as he could.

"No, no it's alright! There's nothing wrong you just- just surprised me a little! That's not bad! I just- Aw jeez." He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your nose, then your forehead. "Please don't cry. I promise I'm not upset or anything, so don't cry, okay?"

"I'm not gonna cry! I'm just… embarrassed." You mumbled between squished cheeks, eyes trained down and away from Vash's sympathetic smile.

“There’s no need to be.”

“I know that.” You whined, covering your eyes with the palm of your hand. You felt another fluttering kiss on the tip of your nose, and peeked through your fingers to find Vash beaming at you. There was a cautious apprehension behind his eyes now though, a similar fear to what you knew you were currently feeling.

“There is, uh, something I have to tell you though.” He fidgeted a little, not quite meeting your gaze. “It’s just that my body is kinda… Well, it’s a little… different? And I don’t want to freak you out or anything. But if you do freak out… That’s probably completely valid, I’ll be honest.”

“Vash, I’ve seen your scars before. You know I don’t mind, right?”

He winced a little, lower lip jutting out in a bit of a pout. “...That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s a… It’s a PLANT thing.”

“Oh.” As Vash sat back on your thighs you propped yourself up a bit to meet his gaze. “Well, that’s alright too. I won’t judge you for anything you can’t control, Vash.”

“Yeah but it’s… It’s pretty out there.”

“Try me.”

Vash opened his mouth, then shut it, then opened it, then shut it again, blush crawling its way up his cheeks with his fisted hands tucked into his lap. He twiddled his thumbs, worried his lower lip with his sharp teeth, and still failed to meet your gaze. 

"It's, uh, it's just that it's a bit… different. My, uh… y'know?"

You'd been pretty oblivious to Vash's affections for you, but that didn't mean you were stupid. The way his gaze flickered down and then back up again when he spoke? The way one hand fisted the fabric of his pants and the other remained firmly tucked between his thighs, not quite against his crotch but definitely blocking it from your view? You could at least put those puzzle pieces together.

You rubbed the top of his knee with your hand, and tension seemed to melt from his stance with your touch alone.

"Would you… be willing to show me?"

He grimaced a bit, continuing to nibble on his lower lip until you ran the thumb of your other hand across it, trying to soothe the reddened skin. "I just don't want to freak you out or anything, is all."

"You really think at this point there's anything you could do or say to freak me out?" You bumped your forehead against his, the same way he had for you just moments ago. "Hate to break it to you, but you're kind of stuck with me now." He barked out a laugh, saying nothing but finally meeting your gaze, so you continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake, but I also don't want you to run away from me. You trust me, right?"

"I do."

"Then trust that I won't run away either. I promise. I just want you, Vash, that's all."

He sucked in a shuddering breath, nodding softly against you. "Yeah. I want you too." Looking up at you through his eyelashes, he flashed you a cartoonish pout. "Maybe if someone gave me another kiss I'd get a bit braver?"

"You dork." You giggled, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him breathless once more. He leaned into you again, mouth open and eager, finally letting his hands trail back up your body where you'd wanted them. "Wait, switch with me."

"Hrmm? Whoa!" You wrestled Vash to the side, rolling the two of you over until you were now the one straddling his hips, not the other way around. He blinked up at you, mouth agape and lips slightly slick as he took in your form in the pale moonlight. "Oh. I could get used to a view like this."

With a single, sudden twist upwards of your arms, you pulled off your shirt and let it fall somewhere off the side of the bed, baring your chest to him fully. Vash gasped, hands squeezing against your soft sides as his gaze raked over your form.

"This one too…" He murmured. Trailing your fingertips down the length of his chest, you fiddled with the hem at the bottom of his shirt, lifting a bit but not quite tugging.

"This okay?" 

He nodded, hands joining yours to help wrestle his shirt off over his head. Immediately you were upon him, a featherlight trail of lips and fingertips upon every inch of scarred skin, tracing the outline of the metal reinforcement over his left pectoral as gently as you could. Your thighs squeezed around his hips, the front of his loose pajama pants tented and straining where they met your clothed core. He was big, that much was obvious. Another roll of your hips, not accidental this time but intentional, left Vash gasping out a sharp, labored wheeze as his hips finally jerked forward against yours.

"Sensitive." He panted, shuddering helplessly as his hips stuttered forward again. "C-Careful, it's sensitive."

That sensitive, with several layers of clothes still between you? Now you were getting really curious. You rolled your hips again, friction sparking pleasure up your spine but it was nothing compared to the way Vash positively mewled, back arching and hips rutting erratically to meet you. A dark, damp spot was beginning to seep through the fabric at the tip. You cupped his clothed length with your hand as gently as you could. 'Sensitive.' You reminded yourself. But a bolt of surprise rocketed through you instead when you could swear that, just for a moment, you felt his cock squirm against you, pressing up into your hand without the aid of his hips.

"Please don't freak out." Vash wheezed. You squeezed his length again, pressing in firmly, but it was impossible to tell what writhing was from Vash squirming around and what came from, well, Vash squirming around.

"I'm not freaking out." You reassured him, and in all honesty you weren't. Were you surprised? Of course! But there wasn't really anything about Vash that could truly "freak you out" anymore, even this. You stroked his length through the fabric once more and watched that wet spot at the tip bloom farther and darker, Vash shivering like he'd just touched a live wire. "Is it okay to take these off? Only if you're okay with it."

You hooked a finger into the waistband and waited, Vash's gaze laser focused in on your hand. Slowly, carefully, he nodded. Fingers looped in the elastic of both his pajama pants and his boxers, you gave him plenty of time to change his mind as you tugged them down, Vash letting out a quiet, hitched gasp when his cock sprung free.

Well, Vash certainly wasn't lying about it being different. Arching upwards from between his legs was what you could only describe as a tentacle, thick base sprouting from slick folds at the apex of his thighs. It curled upwards towards his belly and tapered slim at the tip, beading semi-translucent liquid that dribbled down the length of the shaft. It wasn't the same shade as his skin; It was closer to a bluish-white, marked up the length with abstract patterning similar to the glyphs on the outside bulb of a PLANT. Vaguely you wondered if it was always out like this, or if it settled itself snugly within those wet, petal pink folds when he wasn't aroused. You had to think it did, if Vash was as sensitive as he made himself out to be, otherwise he'd be on the verge of cumming with each step he took.

On second thought, that wasn't a bad image either.

Vash gulped, squirming a bit under your gaze, knees pulling together but unable to close fully with your body in the way. "So, uh, you're not screaming. I'm gonna go ahead and take that as a good sign!" You smoothed a hand up the length of his thigh, pausing right at the junction of his hip, and his cock twitched towards you subconsciously like a writhing tendril. He seemed to shrink in on himself a little at this, shoulders pulling up towards his ears as he anticipated your reaction.

"Vash, God Vash… Do you even have any idea how pretty you are?" He had to know, you couldn't let him wake up tomorrow and just bumble around for the rest of his life not knowing. He was ethereal, scarred skin painted in hues of blush pink, cheeks burning, eyes soft and wide… He had to be a PLANT, because it just wasn't feasible for a normal human to be this achingly beautiful. "You're so, so pretty Vash."

"Oh." His breathing shuddered, hips twitching when you squeezed down on the fat of his thigh. 

"Sensitive, right? I'll be careful, just tell me if it's too much, okay?" Fingertips trailing off the junction of his hip, you finally, finally, closed your palm around his length. It was hot, slick to the touch everywhere you put your fingers on it, and you could swear for just a moment that those glyphs pulsed with a faint blue-white light as Vash whimpered. "This is okay?"

He nodded furiously, hands fisting the bed sheets as he all but gasped for air. "Good! It's good. I haven't, it's been a long time since I- ohhh please…" Another bead of thick, slippery pre-cum drooled from the tip, slicking your palm as you moved it so slowly up the length of his cock, squeezing slightly on the downstroke and making Vash's back go concave against the mattress as he moaned. Heat burned low in your core, and you wrestled a hand down the front of your pajama pants to stroke your own slick folds directly. You couldn't help but picture how the silky writhing of his cock would feel inside of your pussy, slick oozing around where your bodies would meet as it pushed upwards into your aching core…

"Me too…" Vash groaned, hand grabbing for the waistband of your pants as he struggled to sit up. "Lemme touch you too, please." You stumbled off the bed for only a moment, but it was still far enough to make Vash whine at your lack of contact. Slick from Vash's cock smeared across the fabric as you wrestled both the pants and your underwear onto the floor before crawling back into Vash's lap like you couldn't stand to be away from him for another moment. His hands found your hips the moment you were within reach, rubbing soothingly up and down the outer curve of your thighs as he stared down at you, eyes swirling with arousal and adoration.

"Beautiful." He murmured, pressing his lips once more against the curve of your neck. "Tell me what you like, tell me how I can make you feel good."

Hand around his wrist, you guided him to the dark patch of hair between your legs. His fingers crooked carefully, curiously, two fingertips swiping upwards through your wet folds and catching over your clit. He shuddered when you moaned, the very act of giving you pleasure seeming to do him the same. Finding your clit again, he rubbed over it with his fingertips in slow, almost soothing circles.

"That's good." You cooed, taking him in hand again. "You're so good for me, Vash, such a good boy."

"Yes!" He moaned, his metal hand coming around to grip your ass, urging you to roll your hips against his hand. "Yes, 'm good, I'm so good." Sharp teeth dragged over your collarbone, just hard enough to send a prickle of pleasure up your spine. As you began to rock your hips he pressed his hand further in, letting you grind your clit against the heel of his palm as he slid his middle finger into your entrance. The intrusion was slick, effortless, and you couldn't help but moan as he curled his finger against your soft, hot walls. You pumped him again, another thick glob of pre-cum dribbling over your fingers as his cock wriggled in your grasp. "You feel so good inside." He continued to babble, drooling against your neck as he whined and gasped. "Wanna… wanna feel you, so bad…"

"Yeah?" You purred, shifting your hips further up his. With how keyed up you were you doubted you'd even be able to last more than a thrust or two with Vash inside you, but still you wanted. Nudging his hand out from between your legs, you shifted your hips down to trap his cock in between your pussy and his tense stomach as you rolled your hips and let it slip messily back and forth between your folds. Vash positively howled, head tossed back against the pillows as his other hand came around to grip your ass as well.

"Yes! Yes, please, oh please wanna make you feel so good." Shifting your hips to align his tip with your entrance, he peppered wet kisses across your neck and up your cheek as you hovered over him. You tipped your head to catch his lips with your own, moaning into his eager mouth as you finally let him nudge into you. Euphoria crackled up your spine with each small movement, an almost unbearable heat between the two of you as he shifted you so gently down his slick cock. It was almost effortless the way he slid inside, your combined wetness leaving no room for pain around the incredible pleasure as he stuffed you full, coiling and massaging your walls as you finally found your thighs resting on his and your lungs gasping for air.

"Oh, oh Vash." He shuddered at the sound of your name leaving his lips, hips snapping forward and once again driving the breath out of you as white-hot pleasure exploded behind your eyelids.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, not gonna last. Gotta make you cum, fuck, please cum for me…" His chest pressed to yours and his face pressed into the curve of your jaw, his hips thrust forward again, and again, wriggling one hand in between your sweaty bodies to thumb eagerly at your clit, rolling the swollen bud beneath the pad. You wailed, pleasure prickling tears at the corners of your eyes as your stomach coiled tighter, pushed you higher. 

A sharp blossom of pain erupted from the crook of your neck, making you cry out as Vash growled against your skin. His sharp canines dug into your sensitive flesh, bruising the soft skin there and blooming pain and pleasure into a swirling cocktail of overwhelming sensation. You dug your nails hard into the flesh of his back, shivering helplessly in his grip. The desert had been cruel, and crueler still had been its people, but you would make sure that any marks you left on Vash would be ones he wasn't ashamed to show, to feel.

"Love you." You sobbed, bleary-eyed and desperate for release, babbling similar nonsense to Vash as you tumbled into pleasure-drunk ecstasy. "Love you, I love you I love you Vash!"

He wailed, teeth pressing further into your soft neck, hips stuttering forward once, twice more before he finally shuddered, pouring his load into your awaiting core. Molten heat flooded your pussy, sending you tumbling into your own release. Rapture flooded your senses, writhing in Vash's hold as waves of pleasure overtook you, walls fluttering helplessly around his length again, and again, and again. He was spilling so much into you, you could feel it pooling out around where the two of you were joined, slicking his thighs and inevitably staining the sheets below. Even as your own orgasm began to subside, little aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your mind, he was still spilling more into your fluttering heat.

"I love you." He sobbed into your neck, drool and tears dampening your skin as he clutched you tight, so tight. "Love you so much." His tongue lathed over the bruise his teeth had left behind, a silent apology for daring to leave a single mark upon your body. With a final, shaky thrust of his hips, he seemed to spill the last of his cum into you, muscles relaxing with a stifled groan. You curled a hand in the hair at the base of his neck, pressing a kiss to his temple as he nuzzled into you. He whined as his cock seemed to slip from your heat of its own accord, another gush of hot slick spilling from your entrance as it went limp.

"I've got you, baby." You cooed. Slumping gently into his lap and ignoring the sticky-slick feeling cooling between your bodies, you let yourself melt fully into Vash's gentle hold.

"...They're probably gonna charge you extra for cleaning, you know?" He quipped, and you could feel him grimace a little at the tacky feeling between your thighs. "A lot extra."

"I'll take my chances." 

He guffawed against your neck, dragging you down to the mattress with him in a sticky heap. You curled into the curve of his body, head resting on his shoulder. His arm immediately rose to curl around you, pulling you tight against his side.

"Mmh, we should probably clean up." You mumbled, eyelids already beginning to flutter.

"...Five minutes?" He rumbled, pressing his nose into the crook of your jaw.

"Mmm… Five minutes."

[myreygn]

major demon slayer spoilers!!

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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graves

“Hey there!”

Sanemi doesnʼt react. Of course not, he never does, but a little hope never hurt anyone.

Masachika pouts and steps closer, peeking over his friendʼs shoulder. “Whatʼcha looking at?”

The grave seems to be relatively new, the earth still somewhat fresh and the tombstone shining bright, reflecting the sunlight. A whole bunch of flowers lie next to it and when Sanemi goes down on one knee to place a bouquet there himself, Masachika tilts his head to read the inscription.

Shinazugawa Genya.

Oh. Oh, okay.

“Thatʼs your brother, right?” He sits down next to Sanemi. “Iʼm really sorry.”

Thatʼs not a lie. Does it hurt that Sanemi has never properly visited his grave? Yes, but heʼs not gonna hold it against him. Sanemi needs time to heal and Masachika has all the time in world to wait. And now that Muzan is defeated, Sanemi might find the time as well. Masachika certainly hopes so.

A strangled sob next to him catches his attention and he watches in an almost morbid fascination as Sanemiʼs shoulders start to shake and he curls into himself, crying as if heʼs forgotten how to and it sounds like heʼs choking. Heʼs seen Sanemi cry before, once, and it was nothing like this back then. Back then it was full of anguish, desperation and rage - “No- nonono, Masachika, please- fuck-” - and this time... well, this time itʼs different. It sounds defeated and pained and sad and it breaks Masachika's heart.

“Itʼs okay.” He knows Sanemi canʼt hear him but he canʼt just sit here and do nothing. “Thatʼs right, let it all out. I know you hate it, I know... but youʼre doing great, really. Youʼre gonna be fine.”

Masachika doesnʼt know how long he sits there and whispers soft encouragements that Sanemi canʼt hear anyway. It doesnʼt matter. Time means nothing and they havenʼt had a calm moment like this in a while.

So when Sanemi suddenly stands up, Masachika needs a moment to follow and when he turns around, his heart skips a beat. Sanemi stands in front of his grave. His grave! Masachika scrambles to get there as well but stops dead in his tracks when Sanemi falls to his knees and presses his forehead to the ground. It looks like... praying. Carefully, he steps closer to understand what his friend is mumbling to himself.

“-sorry, I should have come to see you sooner... I didnʼt feel like I could do it and now that Iʼm here, I- skies, itʼs been years, I shouldʼve been here, I- please forgive me...”

Masachika watches, stunned. He honestly didnʼt expect Sanemi to be ready to talk to him this soom. At a loss for words, he puts a hand on the Wind Hashiraʼs shoulder. The mumbling stops. Sanemi lifts his head.

“Masa...” His voice cracks with new tears and Masachika squeezes his shoulder, holds onto it as if letting go would make him fade away.

“Iʼm here, Iʼm here... I forgive you- hey, can you hear me? Sanemi?”

No reaction. Alright, that wouldʼve been too good to be true. But whatever it is about his presence, Sanemi senses at least some of it and Masachika wants cry with how happy he is.

But he doesnʼt, just squeezes his shoulder tighter; “Iʼll keep an eye on your brother, I promise.”

Sanemi wipes his tears and stands up, his posture way more relaxed than before. “Iʼll be back tomorrow.”

Masachika watches as he walks away, his cheeks almost hurting from how much heʼs smiling.

“Iʼll be waiting.”

[corens-relisten]

MAG 67 Burning Desire

Statement of Jack Barnabas, regarding a short lived courtship with Agnes Montague in the autumn of 2006. Original Satement given 8th March, 2007.

THIS FUCKING STATEMENT.

I never understood the phrase “like a deer in the headlights” until she looked me in the eyes for the first time.

OH MY GOD anyway time to be sane and normal (:

she would always order a black coffee, with enough room for milk, but never drink it. it was always scalding when shed leave. she seemed to enjoy ordering it. DUDE I CANNOT

SPOILERS

SHES JUST HAPPY TO BE A NORMAL HUMAN ISNT SHE. DUDE. SHE JUST LIKES THE NOVELTY OF PRETEND NORMALCY AAA

anyway teehee this is the Desolation (:

AAAA THE WEB BEING BURNT IS SO GOOD. BC LIKE. THE WEB. THE DESOLATION. wtvr. im so normal

spoilers overr

so she gets flirted with but that doesnt go well- whoops. and a bit later someone else goes to talk to her. and she actually talks. the lady talking to agnes speaks of a job and leaves disappointed in her answer, gives her an envelope as she leaves.

and thats when our mc here decides to talk to her (:

hihi they talk <33

they go on a date!! oh on multiple dates cool (:

i wish so much for her that she didnt have a destiny. she makes me (':

OH WAIT SO SHE MAKES A CALL ABOUT A TREE FALLING. ITS. ITS THE TREE. FROM THAT STATEMENT. YK. FUCK WHICH ONE. YK THE HOUSE AND THE FIRE AND THE TREE AND THE BOX

...oop. kiss-kiss-fall in love? nonono that's boring i personally prefer kiss kiss catch on fire <3

Like a moth to a flame.

THE CULT OF THE LIGHTLESS FLAME LESGOO THATS SO COOL lmao

supplemental:

"we dont have the budget for exploring the tunnels" TT

awe elias doesnt want to lose his archivist <3

oki dokie thats it for this statement! have an interesting day (:

[thefakehedgehogaroundhere]

short little prequel for the tmosth silver threads, since we started in the middle and want to avoid too many retcons lmao also we have an official title now: the murders of silver the hedgehog! @pacifistcowboy and i should be starting up thread three soon!

train screen: you, silver the hedgehog, will use this blowdart to kill sonic the hedgehog, stationed in the conductors car. it is laced with a non lethal sleeping agent. thank you for choosing the mirage express! -staff

silver: a blowdart?? i mean.. i guess if it's part of the game.

*random gasp from out of nowhere, spoilers, it's espio being invisible*

silver: the fuck was that lmao anyway

*in the conductors car*

sonic: oh no.. nonono this isn't good- OW FUCK

silver: hi sonic!

sonic: silver what the FUCK did you hit me with a fucking blowdart?

silver: it's non lethal don't worry, you'll just be tired.

sonic: silver you have to listen to me, this is important- the train.. *passes out*

silver: something important?? and i just killed him. i gotta tell tails and amy. maybe the blowdart has something to do with it? it's an actual weapon.. *runs off*

espio, watching sonic get beat up by a train: what the fuck

[collegetennisoriginstory]

IS THIS THE UPDATE THAT HAS RAYYAN PIN US TO A WALL IF WE RILE HIM UP ENOUGH PLEASE I THINK ABOUT THAT POST ALMOST EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT THIS GAME

OH NOOO FOLKS nonono sorry hahahha - riled-up rayyan scene happens only when you actually threaten their wellbeing in some way. For now, they're perfectly capable of feeling sorry for you/kindaaa comforting you(?) if you lost to Jacks or Max.

bit of a spoiler, but it's related to playing doubles with them, or the thought/potential of that happening, anyway 👀 so, next update after this one, hopefully!

[iced-souls]

If you saw that post just now no you didn’t—

[rielzero]

In case anyone was wondering why I haven't been posting much- I have been drawing but its mostly my bg3 character as a vampire spawn and working out the after story lol.

My headcanons surrounding ascended Astarion are also different takes, I don't need anyone to come crying about how he's evil and possessive and ruined his arc muhuhuhuhh the ''happy'' ending is depressing and kinda meh.

The way my character works is also fairly different despite the large amount of dialogue options in the game itself, it does not reflect his backstory or who he is a 100%. His interactions with the ingame characters would also be very different, which makes his relationship with them different too.

I literally played this game with the evil expectation at the end lollll Like my character getting a bit more fucked in the head of all the trauma you get from late act 1, all of act 2, and then some of the act 3 shit really hitting the nail in the coffin in his personal arc as well. He might have played part of the hero, but he is not a hero. (spoilers for my character? nah. I'll tease as long as I want.) He's pretty evil himself at some point. ''I can fix him!'' nonono ma'am or good sir or whomstve- I will fucking enable him. They can manically laugh together. YAY!!

This is my part of the universe- GOOD LORD I'M TOO GAY FOR THIS SHIT. Let me have my gay vampires be evil fuckers thank you.

on the days I have not been drawing I've been coping with summer. This weather fucks with my energy levels, its bad. I can't play baldurs gate comfortably either, my pc lagging a lot lately :( I am too poor to upgrade it too. KAHDKGDKSKFH

ps. ''actualevil'' being my preffered handle should be a sign that I like nuance in evil characters ''The greater good is a dual-edged blade''. Also ps ps the user actualevil on tumblr isn't me, I have 2 usernames because sometimes one of them is already in use or grabbed on a website. weeeeeh. Anyway byeee I'm gonna obsess over vampires.

my autism is tisming a lot lately in case you COULD NOT TELL THIS IS MY HYPER FIXATION AND ITS BEEN 2 MONTHS AND IT WONT LEAVE AJDGFJBHJKSHKFSHFKSHFKH

[gently-decaying-flowers]

I FINISHED OFMD

so spoilers btw

so i am sad and gay. so this show made me sadder lmao.

i am happy that i KNOW there is a season 2 coming out (october bby!) because otherwise i would be kinda disappointed with the ending :/

i was genuinely concerned that Stede’s crew was gonna die but then he found them on the island and i nearly cried i swear TvT

ALSO ED NO. NONONO. don’t do this :(

final note: srsly just kill Izzy Hands already. i don’t like the guy- and they’ve gotten so close to killing him like six times ;-;

anyway- very excited for s2 because i need some closure on the sad gay pirates

[giggleesblog]

Call the police then! See if they believe you! Pssst just a spoiler.. they were the ones who lent me the handcuffs in the first place ;)

Awwwww thats suchhh a shame that you're off work now.. is thst what you thought i was gonna say? >:) tsk tsk tsk pretty boy~ hmm... public tickling by the ghost hands are SOOOOOO much more my thing~ because you have WAYY WAYYY WAYY more people to be mindful of ;)

Nonono do tell! I wanna know more about how SQUIRMY and FLUSTRRY you are right now!

-🤙🏻

idk what you’re talking about i’ve never squirmed or been flustered in my life i don’t even know what that means it’s not in my vocabulary. anyways oops i’m doing under a tunnel i’m losing reception oh nooooo-

[dapandapod]

Heyyy it's your Idiot syndrome™ anon here! It's been a while 💚 I hope you're OK! btw I'm now in love with a smiling witcher who can't even kiss his bard properly, thanks to you.

Oooh, hello love, long time no see! ❤️ Yes I am, thank you very much, and I hope you are too! ❤️ hehehehe witcher is too busy smiling to manage kisses, and thank you very much!! please have a lovely timezone!!

[roleplay-fanatic]

GUYS

IS ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HOW IN KINGS TIDE

(If you haven’t gathered by that, this is gonna have spoilers)

IS ANYONE ELSE ABSOLUTELY DYING OVER RAINE WHEN EDA TELLS THEM NOT TO WORRY

They’re reminding her about EVERYTHING

And Eda’s like hey bro, chill, I’ve got this

And Raine just-

They-

I-

They pull back and close their eyes tightly with this look of-

Pain.

They make both of their hands into fists and they look- fearful? Sad? Hurt?

And they so gingerly take her hand by the wrist, and softly, caringly, run their thumb across her sigil.

And they lift her hand between them, holding it in both of theirs-

“Don’t tell me,”

And they lift their gaze to meet hers, with their expression filled with worry, care, and love.

“..not to worry.”

And they stare into her eyes with that same soft look in their eyes.

(Did anyone else think they were about to kiss??)

They’re so worried about her, scared that something would go wrong, fearful that they would lose her again.

They don’t lack faith in her, but they can’t bear to lose her. And, even worse to add on to that, to think that it’s their fault.

They were the one to suggest this plan, they were the one to suggest Eda get a sigil and give up wild magic, and you can tell that they absolutely hated that idea.

And then, after this small but so meaningful interaction, Lilith and Hooty interrupt them, and Raine backs away to give the two sisters space.

But then, THEN,

Oh? You thought I was done? You thought I would spare you from my ramblings about Raine and Eda?

HAH I don’t know the meaning of the word.

Phrase?

Idea?

Anyways-

Eda, disguised as Raine, takes the place for the spell as Head Bard, but Terra catches her before her curse can meaningfully corrupt the spell, enough to effectively change anything.

And then, after Darius, Eda and Eberwolf are beaten, our poor, sweet Raine is dragged into sight by one of the abomatons.

And Eda is panicked.

“No, nonono, RAINE!”

She sounds and looks so desperate, trying to resist against the abomaton that drags her out of the place she stands as ‘coven head,’ trying pointlessly to reason with Terra.

And when the spell starts to really kick in, and Raine and Eda are both about to be done for, with Eda’s curse making her look so withered and like she could just fade away before anyone else would be drained away…

Raine weakly, on their hands and knees, manages to move over to Eda and grab her arm. They look so drained, so tired, aching and in pain, physically exhausted from the drastic effects of the draining spell as it quickly sucked the energy and life from them (and yeah everyone else with a sigil).

They think it’s over, and at that moment they were completely right. They were going to die, so was Eda and every single other witch with a sigil.

And they’re using the last of their strength to go to Eda.

“I promised a special kid, I’d protect you.”

Their voice sounds so weak, like they’re struggling to even have the strength to use it, or to keep themselves from collapsing completely.

They pulled her right arm off, disconnecting it at the elbow, because they know, if they remove the sigil, then the draining spell can’t kill Eda.

And they looked at her…

And they smiled.

They smiled because Eda’s life is no longer threatened by the draining spell. They are about to die, actively being drained of their energy and life. But they smiled. Because Eda is safe for now.

And with that knowledge, they allow the spell to overwhelm them, and they collapse into her lap, either unconscious or right on the edge.

This was never about a promise to some kid.

It was a promise to themself.

Remember two episodes back, O Titan Where Art Thou?

“Is it so unbelievable that I.. wanted to keep you safe?”

They were willing to do everything to protect Eda. They pretended to not remember the events of Eda’s Requiem when they saw her at the Coven Day parade. They told their scouts to keep looking for Eda until they find her, “and only come to me, when you do!”

They did everything possible to keep her out of harm’s way.

And when they are right on the edge of death, they do one, last thing, to protect her just one more time. And they smile, because her life is so valuable, so precious to them, vastly more than their own.

[sunflwryu]

man, i just thought of something...the plot for “yes” would’ve been juicier if you were a complete stranger yandere! sunghoon had his eyes on for quite some time, but you didn’t know him cuz you came to the competition for fun. damn, missed opportunity...

also, the rest of this post contains spoilers for what happens in it so go read that if you haven’t yet! also this includes mentions of anxiety but not that much since it was described a lot in the fic.

but anyway, here’s my thoughts/headcanons on what it would’ve been like. ig you can say it’s kinda like a director’s cut but not really...

you came with your fiancee or better yet, spouse??

the staff comes to take you from the audience as soon as hoon finishes his gold medal routine

you and your s/o think it’s like for some publicity stunt so you think nothing of it

so the staff makes you put on some skates and you’re like nonono i don’t wanna go out there cuz that’s too much, and the staff’s like, go ahead it’s gonna be fine and not too long anyway

oh yeah, if you have a wedding ring, maybe one of the staff subtly removes it??

then, hoon goes up to get you and bring you over to the center, holding you close as the surprise plays out like it does in the story

you think that hoon’s just holding you close since you’re not steady and to look good for the cameras, but it’s a little off to you

but hoon’s really enjoying holding you close cuz he’s touching his beloved for the first time??

maybe you think the surprise is from your s/o and you’re wondering how they did it (but you still hate the attention) so you’re not as uncomfortable; the show must be done after this, right? maybe you’ll say like “that’s so sweet”

you wait for hoon to skate you to the exit but his grip is tight and the lights change

hoon starts to proclaim his love and describe things about you that only your close ones would know, and you start to get increasingly scared on top of the anxiety, like you don’t know this man at all aside from the fact that he’s a famous skater

“they love to take walks in nature” or maybe even “our dog [your dog’s name] was what bonded us together” or smthg

bonus points if you just got the dog a week ago

when he kneels down with the ring and the engraved names, you will be horrified and really really scared of hoon, because why is he doing this? why do the staff look okay with this and that it’s all natural? wtf did he tell them?? how long ago was this planned that the ring was custommade and engraved??

hoon’s really threatening btw with the hand squeeze at the end, reminding you of the consequences directly in a low voice since he doesn’t have to come off as trustworthy to you about this

“you’ll be ruined if you don’t say yes” maybe as the chilling last line or smthg like that

oh, and your s/o?

a look of hurt, maybe even betrayal, thinking that you were cheating on them with hoon, cuz how would hoon know some of these things you two didn’t tell anyone yet, like the dog you got recently??

or on the other hand, fear, because they trust you not to cheat and the realization of the inevitable “yes” you will be forced to say

even juicier on the last bullet: your s/o starts to stand up for you, saying that they’re your s/o since they know you have anxiety and can’t stand up for yourself that well, giving you hope to get out of this situation

but hoon shuts that down immediately by painting them as a crazy delusional stalker of yours

who’ll believe your s/o over a well-liked celebrity?

he’ll use money to mess with the legal records so that if your s/o was your spouse, your marriage certificate would be nonexistent or smthg

he’ll bring you in his arms once again and you’re so uncomfortable, and he’ll comfort you about that supposed “stalker” of yours, turning off the microphone when he sees you’re about to protest

“don’t worry, love, they won’t be able to get you as long as i’m here” with a trademark smirk of victory

i mean it’s good as it is now cuz of the betrayal and all, i won’t change it since it’s already published, but oof...i can’t believe i didn’t think of that.

i hope you liked this, it was fun to make! i might do more in the future, so maybe you can send me some thoughts or concepts to make headcanons on. it can be of already existing stories too. i might do them as fics tho if i’m feeling really inspired and the idea’s really good tho so be warned.

make sure to read my rules tho first cuz they still apply. i’ll make an official post? on this once i think more about it and if i like it enough to do it more/put it on my main page cuz fics take quite some time to think of and write.

[intheticklecloset]

Rambling (Saiki K)

Summary: There's only one way to stop a rambling Kaidou once he gets going about something he loves. Luckily, Aren knows exactly what way that is.

Inspired by this art by @ticklishfanart

A/N: Behold, the only Saiki K request I received while my fic requests were open! I love Kaidou so much; thank you for indulging me, anon! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 902

SPOILER WARNING: Contains spoilers for Dragon Ball Z Season 8 and beyond, including Dragon Ball Super.

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“…and then there’s this Majin Buu character that comes in during like, season eight, maybe? I can’t remember now. Anyway, he’s just this big pink baby that can cause stupid amounts of destruction—”

“Kaidou?”

“The most annoying thing about him is that he actually sticks around after DBZ is over, because he ends up being one of those villain-turned-hero characters—”

“Kaidou.”

“He even shows up in Dragon Ball Super! Just when you think you’re rid of him, he comes back and causes all sorts of problems for when the next villain shows up, and this guy—”

“Kaidou.”

But Kaidou continued on, rambling about the beginning parts of Dragon Ball Super to Aren, completely oblivious to his friend’s trying to get his attention. Aren sighed, but he couldn’t help but smile. When Kaidou got hooked onto rambling about something, he simply never let up, no matter how many times someone tried to interrupt him.

Aren wasn’t necessarily trying to bring an end to his rambling about something he was obviously passionate about. The trouble was their positioning. Kaidou was lying across Aren’s lap with his back resting against Aren’s leg, and said leg had long since fallen asleep. It was driving the purple-haired teen insane, and he couldn’t subtly shift himself without his friend falling over.

He listened for a few more moments as Kaidou rambled on even more about this Lord Beerus character, but when he moved from him to the return of Frieza, Aren decided he had to get him to stop somehow.

He shoved his hand under Kaidou’s shirt and scribbled across his bare tummy.

“And – ahahahahaha?! Ahahahahaharen!” Kaidou squealed, arching his back and rolling over, thus freeing Aren’s leg. “Hehehehehehehey!”

“Sorry, it was the only way I could get you to listen to me for a second.” Aren tried to stretch out his leg, but it was difficult when he couldn’t feel it. It was even worse when the blood finally started rushing back into it, waking it up painfully. He covered up his distress by pulling Kaidou back towards him and digging into his belly and sides even harder, turning the giggles into laughter. “You’re so cuuuuute.”

“Am nohohohohohohot!” Kaidou screeched, trying to roll away but unable to move very far for the persistent tickling along his sides, now moving up to his ribs. Panicked snickers left his lips without permission. “Plehehehehehease, stahahahahahap!”

Ow, ow, ow. The pain in Aren’s leg was a good sign, he knew, but it was still unpleasant. He awkwardly wrestled with Kaidou as he pushed himself up on his other leg, trying to give himself leverage over his friend. Finally he was able to snatch up one wrist, force it above his head, and scribble into the now unprotected underarm.

Kaidou screamed with laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NONONO!! AHAHAHAHAREN NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” He kicked and writhed, but finally Aren’s leg was fully awake, and he made quick work of Jet Black Wings, straddling his waist and digging into both underarms at once. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO!! AHAHAHAHAHAREN, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Ahh, much better. Sorry about that, Kaidou – what were you saying?” Aren teased, pretending to pick up their conversation as though he weren’t tickling his friend into absolute hysterics. “Something about Lord Beevus?”

“IT’S BEHEHEHEHEHEERUS!!” Kaidou managed, grabbing Aren’s hands and trying to push him away. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Right, right, Beerus. Got it. So Frieza comes back, huh? How does that happen?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAD, AREN, STAHAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEHEHEASING ME!!���

“Teasing you? I’m not teasing you. I’m having a conversation. Or at least, I’m trying to.” Aren smirked, finally showing a bit of mercy by traveling back down to Kaidou’s ribs, pinching them gently, keeping him giggling. “It’s hard to focus when you’re laughing so much.”

“Thahahahahat’s your fahahahahahault!” Kaidou protested. He squeaked when Aren traveled up to his neck, scribbling experimentally. Kaidou’s face turned hot pink as he sputtered and snickered helplessly. “Stohohohohohop! Leheheheheave me alohohohohone!”

“Ticklish here, too?” Aren smiled, tracing one finger around the shell of Kaidou’s ear, beyond satisfied when the blue-haired teen giggled so hard he practically wheezed. “You really are cute when you’re tickled, you know.”

“Plehehehehehease stop teheheheheasing me!”

“I’m not teasing. I’m being sincere.”

Kaidou whined, desperately trying to pull Aren’s hand away from his sensitive neck. When it became clear to Aren that his friend had had enough, he finally let up, climbing off of him. “All right, I’m done. I promise.”

“You’re so mehehean…”

“You’re so ticklish.”

Kaidou’s face blossomed from pink to red. “Shut up!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were stating things that were obvious.” Aren smirked. “You good?”

“You suck.”

“I could tickle you again, if that’s what you’re trying to bait me into.”

“No! Just…ugh, forget it.”

Aren chuckled, pulling him in close and kissing him on the cheek. “You’re too cute not to tickle, Shun. Sorry, but it’s true.” He kissed his neck, making Kaidou giggle, then stretched both legs out in front of him in satisfaction and sighed. “So, you were saying Frieza comes back? How?”

Kaidou blinked, then grinned, launching right back into his explanation of the entire plot of the Dragon Ball series. “Right, so Frieza is revived by his army and starts actually training to try and beat Goku, but he stops once he reaches his golden form, thinking that’ll be enough to defeat him. But he doesn’t know about Super Saiyan Blue because he wasn’t there for all of that, so…”

[the8thsphynx]

nonono see hair down romani is also a NECESSITY, one we all DESERVE to have too! for peak chaldea functionality even! because he.... ( ,':(c ) he uh,,,, (hrm. think think think....)... he uhhhhhhhhh gets... tension headaches! yes! real bad ones, REAL bad, especially with the whole Grand Order thing and Goetia joining the chat in chapter 4 and all THAAAAT.... y'know how it is with these doctors and their EMOTIONS. would be a shame if humanity's last master were to be compelled to fix those headaches tho.... and steal his ponytails.... because a certain instinct of his (definitely not from his dead hubband) tells him to... resulting in an unintentionally sweet and caring moment between the two... real shame.... (😔🙏)

OH BET????

Rating: T

Warnings: FGO Part 1 Spoilers

Length: >1k words

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A stack of papers suddenly thumped on top of Romani’s head.

“Take your hair out!” River’s voice scolded him from above the paper bludgeon.

The doctor blinked, “Wh.. wha…?”

River set the papers he had retrieved for Romani on the desk before pointing a finger in his face and huffing.

“...You’re gonna give yourself headaches if you keep wearing it up every day! Seriously, Roman, ever since I’ve met you it’s been nonstop ponytails. I’ve never seen you relax it. Do you even go to sleep like that?”

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Reaching up to fix the disheveled hairs from where he was struck, Romani sighed, “You know, you and Da Vinci sound the exact same when you’re scolding me. And I sleep with my hair down! …Mostly… when I remember to… But this is just the easier hairstyle to maintain when I’m working with patients or running labs!”

River leaned down and motioned his hands over the control panel, “I have great news for you! You’re in the Control Room, not the medical bay. So relax your hair! Hey, listen, I had to learn to take really good care of my hair years ago when I decided to grow it out; if you keep yanking your hair back every day for 17 hours at a time, you workaholic you’re gonna make yourself go bald.”

“Hey hey hey!” Romani held both of his hands up defensively, “Don’t curse me with that! I’m 30 years old, those thoughts are a little too real!”

“And I’m only four years behind you, so take this as me offering you my own survival guide! Here–” River leaned over and reached for the hairtie securing the doctor’s ginger locks back, nimbly but gently undoing it.

Romani clicked his tongue, but made no moves to push him away, “Why are you like this…?”

Once finished, River slipped the hairtie over his wrist and finished it off by running his fingers through the doctor’s hair to style.

“Ta-da! Doesn’t that feel so much nicer? And this isn’t a bad look on you either, Roman. Your hair is a nice color and it fits your face, so just let it down whenever you can throughout th–... Oh’p, did I break you?”

Looking down at the state of the other man, River had to stifle a laugh. Romani’s shoulders were lax and his chin tilted up. By the way his eyes were closed and how his mouth hung ever so slightly open as River’s fingers moved along his scalp and through his hair, it was clear he was in a trance. Slowly, emerald eyes opened and glanced back up at the mage, blinking as he came to the realization of where he was.

Romani’s face went red and he stammered, “Uh… s-sorry…”

“Nah, it’s my weak spot, too,” River dismissed with a shrug, “Well… that’s if you ever manage to get a hold of my head. Anyways, just don’t strain your scalp constantly. Hair loss aside, you are gonna give yourself headaches.”

The doctor stared up at him, a certain glint in his eyes, “...And if I still wear a ponytail all the time?”

River crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, “Same exact thing I do if I hear you’re going days without sleep; I’m gonna make you stop.”

“Why are you so uptight about my health?” Romani chuckled

“Oh, excuse me, did I miss the memo that friendships now mean you don’t care about someone’s wellbeing? And hey, even if we somehow weren’t friends I would still look out for you; as my doctor and as Chaldea’s acting director! I care about you because I want to, Roman.”

Finishing his rant with a huff, the mage gestured to the stack of papers he dropped off with his chin, “Okay, I need to run back to Da Vinci’s workshop to help her out with testing her new Mystic Code rig. Besides these old reports from the archive room, do you want me to grab you anything else? If you remember anything you can always blow up my comms, too.”

Romani smiled and shook his head, “No, River, I’m fine. Thank you for… well… papers and saving me from headaches.”

River made a half-hearted salute and began walking backwards towards the door, “Don’t forget; Magi☆Mari stream tonight! She’s having that collab with Vivi Tonbo and we don’t know if there’s gonna be a new costume or a new duet song. If you can’t make it to my room to watch, let me know so I can try and record it for you. BYE.”

The automatic door closed River off from the control room and left the doctor alone. He blinked at the empty space where the younger man was, a smile still playing on his lips. There was a lighter feeling on his head for sure now. Romani ran a hand through his hair… of course putting it back up was no longer an option, as River had absentmindedly stolen Romani’s hairtie, but the doctor didn’t mind.

With a gentle sigh he turned his attention to the papers delivered to him and began sorting through.

“It’s… odd…” he whispered to himself, “...You’re so much different now than you were back then… and yet you’re still exactly the same, Aim…”

Curiously, he twirled a lock of fiery hair around his finger and glanced it over. His smile faded, though, and a somberness set in, “I… just wish things were different. If it wasn’t for me, then maybe you and I finally could have been together… We… might have even been able… to…”

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head and even going the extra step to slap his own cheeks, “NO. No. Keep going, Romani. This isn’t about you anymore. You have to pave the way for him and Mash… They deserve at least that much…”

Lowering his head, the doctor dove into his work without another thought.