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with-ink-and-quill · 1 year

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Alone in the Torrent

After traversing the nightmare fog taking over the old graveyard and facing the buried traumas it dragged into the night, the party found the source of the horror and her nightmare protector. Left to fend for himself against the colossal knight and their giant mace, nearly crushed to death in one swing, Nik must now come to terms with the last long day. He may have banished the monster, but it lingered in his mind in more ways than one.

As the door shut behind him, eyes glowing in the dark room, he finally let out a shivering breath. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been holding it. It had been hours by now and the realization caused his hand to tighten on the glass bottle, claws threatening to mar the surface. Instead he forced his leaden legs to move, trudging to the desk and letting the bottles of his chosen poison clink onto it. With a shaking hand he spilled his journal out as well, ink bottle and pen tumbling after. The bundles of papers and expensive inks bounced to the tabletop as well and he eyed them warily. For once, he felt thoroughly done with magic. He didn’t want to think about it. The feeling of being crushed was still causing his breaths to wheeze, too fast and short. The phantom pain lingered: the earth sucking at his feet, the rock clawing into his back as vicious metal ground his ribs to dust, desperately trying to pull in a breath as the world forced the air from his lungs, choking on his own words and blood to force the magic free. The sheer terror of running for his life, barely escaping the next murderous swing and praying the second strike didn’t steal someone else from him; of being left to fend for himself and knowing that if he failed, someone else would die for it.

He didn’t register falling to his knees, his fingers clutching the edge of the desk so tight it hurt. Forehead pressed to the cold wood, he was gasping for air, vision blurring. The pain and fear of the last day finally sunk in, whipping up inside him violently. He was drowning in it. Magic may have physically healed him, but it didn’t make the experience disappear. Silent, wheezing sobs escaped him, long minutes slipping by. He wanted to bundle himself in the bed, shut away from the world in warm darkness, but the same thought caused his heart to beat wildly. Just the mere thought of being wrapped in anything felt terrifying. And as tired as he was, the buzzing from the Banishment spell ensured it would be a hard won rest. Part of him despaired that night had passed them by, as if the starlight would somehow offer him reprieve from the peculiar affliction. At the very least, he missed the eerie comfort it brought him.

Exhaustion eventually robbed the strength from his sobbing and he scrubbed a sleeve over his face to dry the tears. A grimace curled his lips as he felt grave dirt and rock dust grind against his bloody and sweat stained skin. Long hours of grueling hiking and miserable combat had left him filthy. It wouldn’t be great to try and sleep like this. With nothing left to fuel the emotional turmoil, he let himself slip into cold logic. He was tired, dirty, and beaten up. Sleep would eventually happen, and magic could solve the rest. A simple spell to disappear the detritus, but he could feel the power shoot pins and needles up his arm from the crystal. He had used a lot of magic without very much rest between, and it smarted. Trying to cast anything more complex would be too much, he didn’t have the energy, or strong enough connection, or whatever properly powered his spells. He needed an actual fucking break.

Which brought him to his bed. Apprehensively, he poked the mattress before sighing heavily. It brought back memories of the earth softening under his feet, loamy hands snatching to pull him under. He almost let out a whine at the tragedy of it. A proper bed was always one of the few things he looked forward to most after long days on the road. Sleeping on the floor wasn’t viable, though, unless he wanted to wake up feeling worse. With a heavy sigh, he spread his bedroll out and dragged the pillows and blankets off the beds. If he was going to have a shitty camp out in the middle of a gods damned inn room then he was going to have every other comfort available. Pausing for a moment, he arranged it all much like the nests of one very sneaky and charming little bird. If she found them a comfort, maybe he could eek out some for himself. Satisfied with his handiwork he finally set about removing his gear. Kicking his boots off clumsily, he tugged at the lacing of his arm guards and shrugged off the solid leather. His shawl was pulled over his head and tossed atop the pile of blankets making up his bed as he set upon the leather around his waist. Shedding that he finally removed the rather solid jacket, casting it only a slightly bitter glance for the protection it had offered.

With a sigh he sat unceremoniously on his makeshift bed, fiddling with the silver bracelets before tossing them aside. Next came the earring, then an absent discarding of the silver ring, and finally his hand came to rest on his chest before faltering. His crystal wasn’t there anymore and the habit of clutching it was proving hard to shake. Instead of dwelling on the uneasy somersault his stomach did at the notion, he busied himself with untying his hair. For a moment he just sat quietly, carding fingers through the knots the past day had created and taking long, steady breaths. He was fine, the party was fine. The battle was over and they had won. It was fine.

He fell back into the awaiting embrace of far too many pillows, his tail lashing out in annoyance among the sea of blankets. It wasn’t as comfy as the bed would have been, but he could easily put a hand out onto the very solid floor should he need the comfort. For a moment he missed Thorne. Having a cat to pet and listen to purr would have gone some long way to settle his nerves. The damnable creature was just as likely to claw him for the efforts though, and was charged with giving that comfort to Verity. He felt a pang of guilt at that thought, followed with a wave of anger and bitterness that had his tail thrashing. He knew he wasn’t being fair, but he was upset. She had abandoned him to the hulking monstrosity from the tower and then after the harrowing fight, had proceeded to heal him excessively before passing out from the effort. As if that would comfort him! He was horribly, gut wrenchingly worried about her now. Which was why he had left Thorne in her charge. At least this way he could check in on her himself without having to address all the messy emotions. It didn’t untangle the roiling mess of feelings that had moved into his chest, but it helped a little. He was still mad, still felt betrayed, still worried horribly for her. But it helped.

With a long deflating exhale, he forced himself to close his eyes and curled up under a blanket. First, sleep. He would deal with feeling afterwards. And for some few blissful moments, that plan worked. Until the bed felt too soft and the cloying scent of death had him flailing out an arm for solid ground. It had been too much to hope for peaceful rest. Electing to simply leave one hand resting against the hardwood floor and pulling in a steadying breath, he tried again. This time he got to the hazy half sleep, the border of consciousness bringing the relaxed comfort of almost sleep. Except at the edge of his thoughts he could swear there was a faint voice calling out to him. He knew that voice, so achingly familiar, far too much time passing since he had last heard her, and it twisted his heart with fondness. And then that fondness turned to icy fear, squeezing his heart until it pounded painfully in his chest. She was crying for him, begging for help, she needed him, needed him now, and he wasn’t there. Why wasn’t he there for her? He needed to run, to chase after her, had to reach her before it was too late. He still had time, he had to have time, he couldn’t be too late. He would never forgive himself if he was too late. She would be okay, he would make it, she’d be fine, she had to be fine-

With a gasp he woke in a tangle of blankets, still half fighting himself free of them in the confusion of his sudden wake up. The frustration and fear caused a snarling sob to escape him as he ground the heels of his palms against his eyes. He was so tired of everything. He missed Katya dearly and was terrified that his absence had caused something terrible for her. And for a moment, just the sliver of a moment, he missed something he thought he never would: the simplicity of home. It had been boring, but it was familiar. He knew all the monsters that lurked there, or he thought he did. But it wasn’t his home now, if his last conversation with his father was any indication.

In a flurry of exhaustion and anger, his fingers began the somatic components of a spell, the arcane words muttered under his breath before a stinging pain shot up his arm. He bit his tongue, unaware of his actions before the negative feedback shocked him. His body was suspended in silent hurt, mere seconds of agony before it faded. He couldn’t cast still, not anything meaningful. Not like his father would give him clear answers anyways. What was he thinking? Clearly a magical call in the early morning from an entity claiming to be your dead son after almost three years of silence would be well received. Especially when he hadn’t planned out the message already. What kind of pathetic, juvenile attempt was that?

Clearly sleep wasn’t helping and magic was very much out of the question. His arm still felt like pins and needles, an almost awful resonance radiating from the crystal itself; like the chunk of rock was protesting his stupidity. It almost made him laugh. Well, his pact wasn’t helpful so he might as well try another route. If his father was such a famous entity now, surely it wouldn’t be hard to get a letter to him. It was just as likely he’d burn it once he figured out who wrote it, but it would be better than doing nothing. So Nik dragged himself out of his makeshift bed, a fist tangled in his shawl as he trudged back to the desk. With a heavy sigh he plunked into the chair and set about lighting the lamp to spare his eyes the effort of darkvision. Only partially dazzled by the brighter room he dragged out loose paper and his pen from the pile of spilled goods, settled into his seat, and pressed the nib to parchment. He sat motionless for a long minute, lost.

How was he supposed to open the letter? ‘Hey dad, please keep reading, I know you think I’m a lying abomination, but how’s the new job? You happy?’ Surely a cold open demanding to know if they were dead or not would go over well. Or he could upend the roiling, angry mass stewing in his heart that his parents had lied to him, manipulated him into thinking himself mad, and then disowned him when he left. He could demand answers for so many questions about his life; why they felt the need to keep him afraid, why they couldn’t explain anything when he asked about the voice he heard, why they just covered for the people who hurt him when he was just a child. He could beg them to forgive him for whatever wrong he committed to be cut off so suddenly. Because he was sorry, even in his ignorance. They were his family, his only family, and he loved them dearly. They were his home and the thought of losing that extinguished the rage, leaving him shivering.

The pen left an ugly dark splotch on the blank letter and he let it fall to the desktop, his hand tightening on the shawl. He cradled his head in the other, trying to force himself to take slow, deep breaths. Life would have been so much simpler if he had never left Trestan. He could have been sitting at the kitchen table tucking into the leftovers from the previous night while Katya gushed about her plans about town for the day. Their mother would have been shaking her head in exasperation, smiling while heaping food onto her excitable daughter’s plate. Their father would have been trying to get her to stop at the market for this or that while mixing a bowl of herby dough that would accompany dinner as a savory bread later that day. And Nik would have sat there, listening contentedly, knowing he would have to do the shopping and chores, but that was fine. Because he was home and, if nothing else, at least he had his family. He knew he had love and warmth waiting for him.

Except now he didn’t, because he had left to chase a voice in the sky.

The chair rocked dangerously far back, his face blank as he stared up at nothing. When the legs touched the floor again, he had a bottle of honey mead in hand and was clawing the seal free. He took long draughts as if each one could somehow ground him, would chase away the cold hole opening up in his chest. He had never cared for drinking back in the village. He even had a great deal of disdain for the drunks that staggered out of the tavern late at night to collapse in the streets just to repeat it all again the next day. But they had seemed so insensate after it all and that sounded just fine to him now. When he finally stopped to breathe, he was shaking slightly and the bottle was missing a decent amount of liquid. He set it back down, picked up the pen, and hesitated. And then he wrote. He would jot down long sentences, cross them out, take a swig, and try again. Letters were torn up, crumpled into balls and tossed aside, and left unfinished. When his hand felt too sluggish, the script beginning to dance before his eyes, the bottle was half empty. It was hard to tell how long he had been failing, but then no, he knew how long the sun would linger didn’t he. Well, far too long for a simple letter.

The pen clattered out of his hand onto another abandoned attempt and he reached for the drink again, but he paused. The light glinted off the crystal and from something just peeking out of his bag. He dragged a dagger into the open, turning it over in contemplation. Would it hurt terribly if he carved the accursed rock from his flesh? The area felt rather numb normally and he was right sloshed now, it was as good as he’d ever get without asking someone else to do it. Would it sever his magical connection? If he presented it to his father, would the man forgive him? Could he get his family back if he returned to being nothing special? Would giving up this magic, this life of adventure, this identity return what he lost? The blade clicked against the crystal lightly, held a bit awkwardly in his right hand before he changed his grip for better stabbing force. There really was only one way to find out.

The warlock spread his hand flat on the desktop, standing up and holding the dagger above the offending appendage. It would be so simple. Maybe he’d lose the hand, but he wouldn’t have to hide it anymore. He wouldn’t have to worry about the implications or what mysterious role he was supposed to be fulfilling. Oh, he would be useless, but he’d be free. The blade pressed against the flesh bordering the crystal, cold and sharp. Just one push. A bead of bright red sprung up in response, vibrant and tempting. He pulled the dagger back, paused to shakily aim, and struck. He did feel a sharp sting, felt the blade hit something solid, but as he blinked down all he saw was a shallow cut on his hand and the dagger stuck in the wood tabletop. He had missed. Even this simple task was impossible for him.

He dropped back into the chair, dagger abandoned where it was impaled. His head fell back until it met wood, limbs limp like a puppet discarded, and he laughed. It was soft at first, a huffing of breath that slowly built until it was manic. The whole situation was comical. He was too special for the simple life of a villager, but too normal for the fraught life of an adventurer. What was he to do? So he laughed, because he had nothing else. He laughed until it hurt and kept laughing a little longer even then, before he finally tapered off. In the ensuing silence he simply watched the weak shadows dance in the room to the lamp’s light. He felt so tired and altogether numb now. The night had been a bundle of failures and it drew a heavy sigh from his lips as he sat upright. He was surrounded by a little sea of letters, not a single one viable. The ink stained even his hands and it caused his mouth to twist sourly. He was thoroughly fed up.

The anger bubbled up fast and hot, simmering frustration fueling it. He wanted to scream until his throat ached, tear the room to shreds, somehow vent the helplessness from himself. It was infuriating. He couldn’t talk to his family, likely wouldn’t survive pleading to his patron, and was being a stubborn ass with the woman he loved. He couldn’t write a measly letter asking if his sister was alive, couldn’t tear out the damned crystal that housed his cursed magic, and couldn’t be less of a coward when it counted the most. And honestly, getting drunk was proving to be rather a big let down. There were no numbed feelings, just a shorter path to anger and despair. Useless fucking drink.

“What I would give to cease feeling.” He snarled into the empty air, teeth bared to no one.

He felt it all too keenly, much as he liked to pretend otherwise. Loathed as he was to admit it. What had feeling ever done for him? Lancing agony at the loss, alienation, isolation in his life. It had gifted him simmering anger for his treatment at the hands of others, the pain they inflicted because they could, because he was different. Because he was weak and meant nothing, so it bit deep into his flesh and spread its vile venom to his heart. What was the small warmth in his life to the vitriol of living? Where was the purpose?

He found himself staring out the window, squinting in the light and hating the headache it brought. If only he could dash the sun out of the very sky, plunge the world back into blissful darkness, bask in the moonlight and lose himself in the stars. He ground the heels of his palm into his eyes, exhausted, before staggering out of the chair. Almost tripping into bed, he clumsily tangled himself under the blankets. He laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling for a long minute before his eyes slid closed. He pressed his hand against his chest, just above the collar of his shirt, the crystal cold against his flesh. A part of him wanted to cry out to his goddess, to beg Her to take all the pain away or give him some direction to walk. Instead he thought back to the fountain, of the liquid agony the waters held, and the endless expanse of stars. He held that impossible sky in his mind, the cold comfort it reflected in the mirror surface he had walked. He offered up each ugly emotion roiling within him, all the pain and hope as one, to that sky. And slowly, with each breath, the keen bite of feeling ebbed. Even the itching buzzing in his skull seemed to grow quiet before the great expanse. His fear and doubt were simply dwarfed and finally, finally he could rest. Under that sky he could simply stop existing. Living was a chore for when he woke. For now, all the world was stars.

#this one is from more recently in the game #basically the gang had to spend a whole in a graveyard actively trying to kill them just to find the caster causing the fog #who was also trying to summon an archdemon of terror #and when Nik Banished the giant knight protecting her it uh it stayed gone but #it stayed behind for him in the back of his mind like a buzzing noise or itch he couldn't scratch #also he failed the fuckin' wisdom save in the fog so he heard his little sister crying out for him and had to be physically restrained #the 3 year time skip the gang got hit by for popping into the Shadowfell has Fucked Him Up as it were #*spend a whole day in a graveyard woops #anyways there might be a part 2 to this not sure yet #nikolai zepar #dnd #writing #tiefling #warlock #oh his casting focus is the crystal embedded in his hand he didn't have a say in that lol #and Thorne is his familiar - a black cat who sometimes lashes out at him because it responds to his won self loathing #*his own I'm so tired rn

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writer-of-various · 1 year

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Nikolai & Lilja – Safe

Lilja growls out a string of curses, pacing the platforms as she goes over the argument between her and Richtofen. Nikolai watches silently, not wanting to infuriate the Latvian ant further although he is worried for her. Lilja has held more burdens than any of them, and she's so young too. Lilja has been the glue to their twisted team, she kept them grounded and she kept them together, all while planning her own scheme to kill Richtofen later on in their journey. While her older self portrayed these traits, Nikolai saw them in this Lilja, his Lilja, and he admired the young woman with a fiery attitude and dark stormy eyes.

"Secure a better tomorrow?! Bullshit! Agh, Nikolai, I don't know if I can do this, he's so fucking...AGH!" Lilja storms over to the Pack 'N Punch machine and kicks it, the loud noise briefly startling Nikolai. He turns to his companion and sighs, walking over to rest a hand on Lilja's shoulder, taking in the size difference between them. She's so tiny compared to him, short and slender but he's seen her tackle Dempsey to the ground for the last bottle of beer they found during their lost journey the past two years. She's also beat Takeo in hand to hand fighting and she's thrown Nikolai over her shoulder and managed to sprain something in his back (although he would never admit he was hurt.)

"Lilja, this is hard, and I understand what you are saying. But we have gone too far to turn back, and even if we were to, there is no turning back. All we can do is make sure tomorrow is better, with or without Richtofen" Nikolai says and Lilja takes a deep breath, calming herself down and nodding.

"Jā, you're right, Nik. Sorry, I just lost my composure. Gone for 2 years and comes out of nowhere and shoots his older self in the head and doesn't tell any of us anything...he's always done this. I thought we were done with the lying." Lilja looks distraught, staring off into the distance and Nikolai frowns. This isn't easy for any of them, nonetheless Lilja, who despite her attitude is selfless and cares for the team. They are all she has, her parents and siblings are likely dead, she doesn't have a special someone waiting for her, she has nothing.

"We'll be fine, Lilja, for now. Just relax, the hellspawns shouldn't show up for another hour or so." Nikolai guides the woman inside the facility, going to the area they set up as a sleeping quarters. Dempsey and Takeo were repairing the windows around the facility and they often got too engrossed with conversations only they could understand. Nikolai feels bad for not being able to comfort his comrades, he knew deep down this fucked up adventure wasn't ending soon despite what he tells the others. An end, returning to their families– only to find out the others don't have anyone waiting for them. Ludvig Maxis had been a mentor, a father figure to Richtofen, at least this Richtofen they are working with. Takeo lost his family, he was deemed a danger that he was sent out because if he had nothing to do, no honor to save, he'll kill those around him in his bottled up anguish. Dempsey's father died in WWI, and his mother went astray, his older brothers joined the forces after Pearl Harbor and haven't been heard of since being sent to the Pacific. Lilja, once again, had no one, especially if she were to return to Rus– Latvia without Edward Richtofen. Her parents would be slaughtered before her by his people, they would laugh mockingly, they would hurt her like they've done and he's batted an eye so many times–

"Nikolai?" Lilja's soft voice brings him out of his running thoughts and he forces himself to look at her, to welcome the comforting aura she let out. She tries to be friendly, to be civil, to live. It's hard on all of them.

"I'm okay. You need rest, Dempsey and Takeo are on watch, and Richtofen is somewhere" Nikolai says softly and Lilja reluctantly nods, trying not to drag her tired feet, to show any sign of being so exhausted that her whole being wanted to just let the undead freaks consume her. The darkness to wrap its claws around her and end her misery. So tired...

"Tell me, Nikolai, what was life like before this? What you remember, at least" Lilja speaks quietly, sitting down at her small space that the guys kept away from and respected. Nikolai gives her a small smile, remembering the beautiful smile of his wife, someone he loves so dearly. Is she alive? Was anyone alive?

"Home was nice, waking up in a decent bed beside my wife, cooking breakfast and watching the birds outside. I would clean my weapons while she stitched up my clothes, we would bicker and laugh..." Nikolai trails off, eyebrows furrowing together as he tries thinking more into the life he lived before the war, before all this. He can't remember.

"My father, he always told jokes, even during the darkest times. He and my mother were inseparable, so in love. They would sacrifice themselves for each other, for us, they were my life. My sister and brother bickered so much, over clothes and food, over which gun they wanted. But they talked so normally about killing those who hurt Latvia, we love our home and will do anything to protect it." Lilja says quietly, staring off into the distance, her own brows furrowed but she shakes her head and gives up trying to remember. "You're a good man, I know you are, Nikolai. It has taken me a long time to see past your nationality and uniform, your accent and flaws...you are a pawn your country uses for their own sick pleasure. We still are pawns, to Richtofen and whoever else is stuck in this purgatory."

Lilja looks at Nikolai and offers him a small smile, eyes so dull and tired but she's trying to hold on. "I trust you, and the others. I do. If I die, I hope it's beside you guys."

Nikolai's chest clenched at that, his heart warm but aching, because Lilja is so young to be in this mess. To think about dying. To fight to save her home because of his people. To fight things they have fought for decades, maybe even centuries (he still doesn't know how the time traveling bullshit works.)

"Me too, Lilja, me too. Get some rest, I have a feeling the next wave isn't going to be easy" Nikolai mumbles, leaning back against the wall and Lilja nods, laying down and curling up against herself. Nikolai doesn't sleep, he watches Lilja's body rise and fall gently as she falls into a light slumber. He knows she has a knife and pistol under the fabric she uses as a pillow, concealed but there and threatening those around her.

He watches her sleep, feeling comforted at knowing she's safe. Richtofen walks in and goes to his own spot, knocking out once his head hits his makeshift pillow and Nikolai watches the both of them. He offers to keep watch, he forces both Takeo and Dempsey to sleep and watches his four comrades...his four friends.

Safe, his mind repeats. Safe.

#nikolai belinski #lilja alekov roze #oc lilja alekov roze #wov works #cod zombies #primis crew #the giant

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diejager · 2 months

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Cw: canon-typical violence, weird water magic, weird dragon/monster shit and lore, death, crash, tell me if I missed any.

They’d gotten used to you over the month, watching you prance around them like a graceful panther in hunt, stalking around them with that cheeky smile of yours and a clawed hand always ready to patch someone up. You were a might dragon, a warm to some classifications and an Asian one to others, but the consensus was that you weren’t one to be trifled with —as most dragons were, but if anything, you were so a feline in a body of a dragon than the ferocious monster you were. Always prowling and on guard, watchful and observant, aware of the events transpiring around you like a protective cat.

They took well to you, forgoing the paranoia and apprehension at your eagerness to help them and you openness, your long tail, hard scales protecting the thick cords of sinewy muscles curled ever so softly around them, and the tuff of fur tickling any naked piece of skin. And however tender and soft-hearted you were, they’d seen the dangerous part of you, the draconic one with a strange affinity to water rather than the destructive fire they were so familiar with. Whereas Price was a chaotic force, burning everything on his path and leaving nothing but cinder and ash, you were an unmoving force of water, a typhoon and cyclone that would crash the land and leave broken pieces of what remained, cold and drowned —the calm before the storm as people said, a perfect imagery of you.

Yet there was a lingering suspicion that it was all, that there was a more monstrous part of you hidden away from their eyes. Horangi had shared such thoughts - another mythical creature of sacredness and nobility - and showed them what hehad heard of eastern dragons: giant snake-like creatures with the faces of lions and crowns of graceful antlers, born with lustrous manes and hard but flexible scales that let them dance and twirl as they wished it. Destructive beauty, Horangihad mumbled, a creature who’s image is drawn to represent beauty and nobility.

They knew, they were fully aware, that you had more to show, yet they couldn’t hold back the awe and amazement that followed the gut-deep fear and worry after they saw you fall, your figure shrinking as you plummeted into the dark and silent ocean, gone into the wide, open sea. Rather than seeing your head pop out, gasping for air while they clung to their straps and helicopter, Nikolai screaming through the comma about holding onto something, swirling left and right to avoid being hit a second time by the war ship, it was calm, a smooth plain growing in darkness, a shape forming beneath the veil of a blue ocean.

Then, before they knew it, a majestic serpent erupted from the sea, wet scales gleaming under the sun while you rose into the sky in a spiral, white fur floating like you hadn’t just come out of water. You were swift, curling in the air, your magicworking it’s wonder when you flew, stubby arms and legs moving as if you were swimming, looping around them to shield them from being narrowly hit. It was as Horangi gushed, water rose and fell with you, tendrils of salty water reaching out to curl around you, rising high to swarm the enemy ship the same way you did, circling around it until it was left submerged, swallowed up by your hydromancy. You had drowned warship in the depth of the abyss, a dark and cold pit that promised a lonely death, forgotten and painful. You had caused the deaths of hundreds with a twirling dance, an alluring, yet deadly show, like an oleander.

You made no show of joining them in the aircraft, keeping your distance from them, adequate enough to protect them from further damage without becoming a danger to them. They - especially Price, since he had never seen an eastern dragon, only from files and catalogues - gawked, gazing at your head-sized eye, blinking owlishly at them with a narrowed eyes, slitted pupil gleaming with glee at their admiration. You purred, a growling rumble that shook your gills, a deep sound shuddering through them like thunder, low and booming, but it was a happy sound, meant to comfort them from the near sinking that you’d saved them from.

Even in this situation, where they’d been saved by you, you were still trying to comfort them and reassure them despite having taken a hit or two. They were glad Laswell found you.

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livingprophecy · 2 years

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@heartvalor asked: ❝ honestly i can’t sleep, so if you wanna stay up with me? ❞ nikolai to tolya ? / staying the night prompts.

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 looking at the stars — a time when it’s quiet, when no one else is awake, and he can reflect more than the bustling day life on this ship. what tolya wasn’t expecting was for nikolai to join him. the privateer remains somewhat of an enigma to the warrior, but now, they have plenty of time to figure each other out. he sits up from his position on the deck, raising an eyebrow at the offer. “is something on your mind, captain?” clearly he was already awake, making no move to run off to sleep, but nikolai likely needs the moment of CHOICE AND CONTROL, so he lets it slide, easy smile on his face. “i hope my snoring hasn’t caused you any recent restlessness.” he jokes lightly, thinking of the way his twin would be rolling her eyes if she’d heard that. tolya motions then, to the open area next to him, before leaning back and taring at the stars once again. “come. tell me what’s troubling you.” he’s a good ear to chew off when needed, and he certainly won’t complain about he opportunity to help his captain — HE CARES ABOUT THE MAN AFTER ALL, despite the short time they’d spend together. “or did you have another idea in mind?”

#heartvalor #heartvalor ) tolya & nikolai.#i !!!! ugh god #tolya really is a gentle giant i swear #he just want to make sure his captain is okay :((((#i love this tho ahhhh #&. 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐘𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐓��𝐀𝐑 ) i’m glad our faith brought us to you.#q.#&. 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ) i heard melodies from angels.

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octopiys · 10 months

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Some incorrect quotes and scenes for the pies

Roach: *Screams*

Ghost: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Capt. MacTavish: Should we do something?

Capt. Price: No, I want to see who wins.

Alejandro: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Valeria: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Alejandro: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING RODOLFO WITH ME

Rodolfo, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Price: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.

Ghost: That's why I carry two knives.

Soap: I made tea.

Ghost: I don’t want tea.

Soap: ....I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Ghost: Then why are you telling me?

Soap: It is a conversation starter.

Ghost: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Soap: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Gaz: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Price, putting his head in his hands: Does anyone in this goddamn team ever think before they speak-

Graves: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Alejandro: I do have a sense of humor you know

Graves: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Alejandro: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Graves:

Graves: fuck you

Alejandro: fuck you

Soap, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo.

Ghost:

Ghost: is it because I said I didn't want your tea-

Soap: YES ITS BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT MY TEA

Ghost: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Gaz, just finding out that Ghost is legally dead:

Gaz: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Price: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Soap: Three of us saw it, Cap. How do you explain that?

Price: *points at Soap* Sleep deprivation. *points at König* Paranoia. *points at Ghost* Delusional personality disorder.

Gaz:

Gaz: damn.

Roze: What’s something you guys are better than Horangi at?

Hutch: Mario Kart.

O'Conor: Yeah, video games.

König: Emotional vulnerability

Graves: *Gets down on one knee*

Alejandro: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Graves: *Falls over*

Alejandro: The poison is kicking in.

Gaz, after falling out of a heli for the third time: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nikolai: I only take cash or credit.

Soap: Can you keep a secret?

Ghost: Do you know anything about my life?

Soap: No I do not. Good point.

Gaz: Hey heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this haha-

Roach: What did you-?

Gaz: A MISTAKE WAS MADE

I just wanna say thank you all sm for 300 followers! You all r loved and I'm not good with responses but I appreciate them all so muck, thank u again :DDDDD

#call of duty #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #incorrect quotes #captain john price #alejandro vargas #alerudy #rodolfo parra #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #könig modern warfare #horangi #nikolai cod #phillip graves #valeria garza

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oikasugayama · 6 months

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He F--KS You When You're Stuck pt. 3

pt. 1 Atsushi, Fukuchi, Nikolai | pt. 2 Dazai, Ango, Oda | pt. 3 Kunikida, Sigma, Akutagawa (I can't keep writing this series, parts 4 and 5 cancelled)

Disclaimer: These are works of fiction. The actions in these stories do not reflect real actions taken in the source material. I do not condone the actions some characters may take in these stories. If you are sensitive to potential non-consensual activity, do not read this series.

Contains: fem!reader being stuck/confined, strangers, sex at work, non-con, Rashomon as bondage!!

Kunikida

He would never participate in something that seems like noncon, even if a partner asked him to so this is a different kind of "stuck"

You're in an elevator with a handsome man you've seen before but never spoken to. With a loud noise and a screech, the elevator stops moving and all but one small emergency light goes out, leaving you in a dim metal box with a hottie.

Kunikida responsibly calls for help, while you focus on not panicking (you fail!)

"I'm sorry that you're in this predicament, but is there something I can do to help?"

"I just need to take my mind off of it," you tell him.

"Okay. Would you like to talk about something?"

"No, no... I need... hey, are you single?"

"Yes..."

"Can we make out? I really need to be focused on something else."

You're appealed to his logic and his need to help people, so he AGREES LMFAO You get to make out with Kunikida in an elevator for what feels like a long time before he finally pulls away and checks his watch. All you can focus on is the broad palm of his hand and his slender fingers. Fuck, you're horny just from making out with him. Every flick of his tongue sent a wave of desire down to your core.

"They should be here by now."

"Maybe there's an issue elsewhere as well," you say, resting your hand on his arm. With a pout of the fluttering of your lashes you ask him to continue, but this time sitting on the floor, and he again agrees.

You manage to climb into his lap. You run your hands through his hair. He holds onto your hips. You grind down on him, and finally he moans softly into your mouth when you manage to brush against his bulge.

He tries to apologize, but you won't let him. You keep grinding on him, kissing on his neck. "I'd really like to keep being distracted," you coo. "Maybe some... rocking back and forth ;) will help the elevator move again."

Sigma

You're a housekeeper at the casino, and today your one task is doing laundry. It comes down a giant chute into the laundry room, and you spend all day putting sheets and pillowcases in washers, in dryers, and folding them up nicely to be taken to guest rooms.

When the chute backs up, the laundry shoots out FAST and creates a huge pile on the floor. If you're not careful you could get hit by the force of the dropping bedding, and depending on how much is there it could crush you.

Well, unfortunately you were called away to help with another task for an hour, and when you came back and opened the chute it was waaaay more full than you expected and boom, it all flies out. You're hit and knocked over, then tons of sheets, blankets, towels, robes, and pillow cases cover you. All together the weight is enough to keep your tired body stuck in the pile, you can't even use your arms to raise yourself up.

You panic a little, but then you give up, realizing that eventually someone will come in and honestly it's kind of comfortable... like a weighted blanket... soft...

You fall asleep. When you wake up, you feel your pants being shimmied down your legs. You try to call out, but you're sleepy and your voice is muffled. Then you get a sense of what's happening without being able to see the scene: It's Sigma, the casino manager, and he wants to have sex with you.

"What in the world?" you think at first. "This can't be real." But then you remember his ability is information exchanging, and well, hell, if he's the manager you can't get in trouble, so... you try your best to give him the vibe that you consent and he must feel it with his ability because he goes for it.

He doesn't give you much prep before his dick is nudging at your hole. He dips it in a couple of times to tease both of you before he finally sinks in and starts thrusting.

He fills you pretty well. You wish you could see him and it wasn't so stuffy trapped under all these blankets. "Man I wish I could get out of here," you think, and you get the idea transferred back to you that Sigma will help you out once you're done.

Might as well settle in and enjoy it. Hey, no one can hear you moan given all the laundry on top muffling you, so you get to moan and whine and mewl all you'd like while Sigma nearly anonymously fucks you

Akutagawa

You're an enemy spy from another organization. You were captured by none other than the hellhound of the Port Mafia, and let's just say his interrogation techniques are...different.

Each of your limbs is being held in a different direction by his ability. "Tell me why they sent you. Are you special? Do you know something? Are you dispensable?"

"I don't know, I was just told to be here."

"What a useless answer. You must mean nothing to them. You got caught so easily; I can't imagine you're one of their best. I'm going to give you a new purpose so your meaningless life matters."

And then he lays you down on a crate and uses his ability to anchor you in place, making it completely impossible for you to move. He walks toward you slowly your heart pounds in your chest.

Akutagawa flicks one finger and a part of Rashomon cuts your pants from your crotch down both legs. He pulls the fabric off and wipes the tiniest bit of blood off of your thigh. "Hmm. I didn't intend to cut you. You must have had forced your legs into those tight pants. Doesn't it feel better to wear nothing at all?"

He pulls your panties down too with no comment, even as Rashomon wraps around your thighs and holds them spread so far apart that it makes your hips sore.

Akutagawa unzips his coat but leaves it on as he gets closer to you, running his cold hands across your inner thighs and close to your warm cunt. "If you can bring me pleasure then your life will be worth something."

You realized as soon as Rashomon grabbed you that fighting wasn't going to work, and now your freeze instinct has kicked in and you don't know how to react as his thin fingers spread your pussy and slide into your hole.

"Anyone who can't pleasure a woman is a waste of space," he says, "so I will be pleasuring you in return. If you wan't me to stop at any point you must tell me what you know about your operation and your organization."

"I don't know anything," you insist, but he tsks and curls his fingers inside of you, making you jump slightly as he brushes your gspot.

He fingers you, plays with your clit, makes Rashomon rip your top open so he can see your tits, and eventually (after like half an hour of playing with you) he fucks you.

He tries to talk to you the whole time, asking you questions and trying to get information but as you get more and more worked up you stop even trying to remember information and instead let yourself go with the pleasure. Who knows if the Port Mafia will even let you go home alive, you might as well enjoy yourself first.

#bungo stray dogs #kunikida x reader #kunikida headcanons #kunikida smut #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa smut #akutagawa headcanons #tw: noncon #mdni #sigma x reader #sigma bsd #sigma headcanons #sigma smut

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nrdmssgs · 8 months

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How your first kisses with Price, Nikolai, König would feel

Masterlist Part 1 (Gaz, Soap, Ghost) Part 3 (Nikto, Gromsko)

Captain John Price

Long awaited by both him and you. Usually, out of the two of you, John is the one who always remains reasonable and calm. But this evening with you in his arms, nestled on his cozy sofa, feels like heaven. You slowly turn the pages of the book the two of you are reading.

"John, did you finish reading the page?"

No answer.

"John?"

Again no answer. Because he hasn’t looked at the book for a long time - he looks at you: at your eyelashes, trembling with every blink, at your delicate skin, at your lips.

Usually, he is the voice of reason. But it was so natural to pull you closer and cover your lips with his. It felt so right to finally share, what has been boiling deep inside him, going deeper with every next motion. His hand rests on your neck, thumb brushing softly your jawline.

John is careful, slow and loving. He restrains his hunger so to not scare you away. But when your first kiss comes to an end - he proceeds to kiss the corner of your smile, then your cheek, then the cheekbone - he leaves a trail of kiss all the way to your ear.

"Been waiting for this so long." His voice is low, but powerful, like a distant forest fire.

Nikolai

You can almost taste his smug grin. Nikolai is consumed by this very special moment you two are sharing, but he just can't help but smirk at the fact, that after all those games, you two have been playing, after all the dancing around, you are finally his.

Tilting his head back and holding you steady on his lap, Nik is making you lean closer and letting you have a taste of him. He'll give you time to get used to it. Eventually you'll understand, you can never have enough of his lips.

He will start carefully, not giving away too many personal preferences. And this is not about him being shy - Nikolai just wants to make it all about you. His love wants him to be soft and sensual? His touches will be tender, long enough to let you feel, how warm his breath is, but not too intruding. Or maybe you were craving him for so long, you are barely holding back? He will (very gladly) leave you breathless, savoring your kisses and demanding more every time, your lips part.

König

He so used to protect you, to take care and responsibility for you, that the first thought, that appears in his mind, when you pull him down to your eye level and kiss him, is to not hurt you.

There is no greater joy for him than feeling you in his arms. He smiles, holding the veil, exposing his lips, but does not dare to immediately start kissing you.

Your lips are fire on his skin. He tastes you with the tiniest sips. Part of him is afraid that you will change your mind. Another part is unable to resist when he feels your pulse in the touch of your tongue against his lips.

And just like that, the unbreakable giant surrenders to your mercy.

"Schatz..."

A husky whisper before he uses his free hand to pull you closer. He won't let you go until your head is spinning, until your knees are shaking, until he feels your moan reverberating against his lips.

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 9 months

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Hello, Hello!!

I hope my request isn't much of a burden-- however, I was wondering if you could do a one-shot with the decay of angels(Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma) with a male reader who has white wings?

Quick rundown for the idea;

The reader is the leader of a different organization called the Aviators; the Reader doesn't exactly have an ability but they do have wings-- the reader and their group side with the Armed Detective Agency because reader is heavily in love with bringing people to Justice, like the Decay Of Angels; however, something goes wrong and the reader gets captured while the three DOA members figure out what to do with them.

You can choose if it's more yandere-like or violent, I don't mind, really!! I usually write requests longer but I'm in a rush <\\3

These wings bind me | Bungou Stray Dogs x Male Reader

Characters: Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor, Sigma

Summary: Those wings you had didn't even grant you freedom

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Gore, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, death, kidnapping

Taglist: @nightshade-clown

A/n: This is very Nikolai heavy because I am biased. Also, sorry, the wings aren't mentioned as much

Y/n was a big name in Yokohama, well, a moderately big name. He was a well-known justice bringer with his group called the Aviators. It was a group of people who thought everyone deserved freedom and the choice on where their wings take them. Some of them were like Y/n, with giant wings granting them flight through the sky.

But some had abilities that helped with bringing justice into the world. Y/n heavily believed in bringing justice to everything that tried to inflict on it. The Aviators seemed to be of decent popularity that even the ADA sought them out as an extra branch. The two organizations were seen as partner groups, essentially.

Y/n still did whatever he really wanted under his association, but he would give the ADA extra people when they needed them. The same went with the ADA sending the Aviators people when they required them. It was quite the relationship between the organizations. No one really expected it, since Y/n was more about vigilante work and the ADA worked with the government in a way.

But here is the leader of the Aviators, analyzing a case with some of ADA's best detectives. Dazai, Kunikida, Autsushi and Y/n were all lurking around the crime scene, looking for any form of evidence to link anyone or anything to the scene. Y/n was with Atsushi, as not wanting to deal with Dazai's shenanigans or Kunikida's harsh comments. Atsushi and Y/n were decent acquaintances and worked well with each other.

The two made basic small talk as they searched the crime scene and conversed with passerbys to see if any of them were a reliable witness. Atsushi left Y/n on his own to look for something, though Y/n didn’t know what. He was on his own, just standing out in the open, it seemed pretty safe with the amount of people around. However, there was something off, and Y/n felt it.

Something in him made his white iridescent wings fluff out in anxiety. None of Y/n’s associates were near bye, and that worried Y/n. No one was there to protect him if something bad were to happen, well, something incredibly bad. Y/n could fend for himself, he knew basic martial arts, but against ability users all he could really do was fly to avoid as many hits as he can until back up comes.

Y/n wasn’t completely helpless, but he preferred being with someone who could save him if he were in trouble. Y/n didn’t only feel just one pair of eyes on him, but multiple. They were watching him, marking his move and every twitch he made. But Y/n didn’t know who was watching him.

Just as the paranoia subsided, Y/n was swept away from where he was standing. The kidnapper knocked him out, and everything else was blurry in his head. Atsushi came back only to find where Y/n stood was blank. He wasn’t the only one who was worried, however.

Atsushi went to his two fellow co-workers and told them what had happened, both seemingly hid their panic on the inside. Those other pairs of eyes that kept a close watch on Y/n left, to find their dearly beloved Angel. The crime scene was left barren by both the ADA and the Decay of Angels. Both were on the hunt to get Y/n back.

Sigma, Nikolai, and Fyodor looked everywhere in Yokohama, all the places they knew Y/n might have been taken. But there was no luck, not until a few days later. It was late at night, and the three DOA members followed some of what passing witnesses said they heard or saw a couple of days before. There was a tiny sliver of hope in all three men.

Nikolai was the first to step into the abandoned shed that rested near a busy roadway. It was covered in foliage and trees, keeping the whole building a secret, or so it seemed. Nikolai, however, paid no mind to any of that, only focused on finding his Angel. Fyodor and Sigma only followed Nikolai, keeping the white haired man at a distance.

The two didn’t trust anything about this place. They were prepared for any form of attack from anyone. Nikolai wondered in, carefree, not caring about anything else other than his Angel. The three stopped in their tracks as they heard metal bars swishing around.

Nikolai ran in deeper into the building, stopping to marvel at the sight of a beautiful golden cage. What quickly knocked him out of the trance was the iridescent, feathered wings of his Angel. Nikolai felt angry that someone would do this to his Angel, no one should cage his dearly love up like this. He jumped up against boxes that were stacked to reach the cage.

Y/n was startled by the sudden stop of the cage he was trying to escape from. He looked outside the bar with teary, enraged eyes. He was met with piercing blue gray eyes that streamed raw anger, yet there was love that trickled lightly. Y/n was left so confused as he just stared deep into the eyes that looked back.

Y/n didn’t notice two others walking into the room that held him in the golden cage. The metal shined slightly with the whisps of moonlight beaming through the cracks of the wooden roof. Sigma glanced up to see Nikolai gazing at Y/n, holding the cage still. Something wasn’t right about the whole situation.

Fyodor felt the same as Sigma as the two shared a knowing look of imminent danger. They stood back to back, covering each other's blind spots. Nikolai used his ability to bring himself into the cage. Y/n was taken aback by what this man did, why bring himself into the cage?

Nikolai crouched down to meet Y/n’s face, a sickly smile graced his face. It unsettled the winged boy, he tried to move out of range, but he was stuck to the floor of the cage. He felt the touch of Nikolai, and it increased the anxiety that floating in him. He brought Y/n into a warm embrace, his smile not ceasing from his lips.

Nikolai gave the other two men a knowing look, and they nodded in agreement. The kidnapper seemed to notice the three and came out of the shadows. Their eyes gleamed with insanity, their laughing was incoherent to the three men and Y/n. Y/n’s fear was practically spilling out of his body, and Nikolai noticed.

“Don’t worry, my dear Angel, we’ll set you free!”

Y/n felt disgusted by that nickname, coming from a stranger. There was so much going on, he didn’t know what to make out of anything. Nikolai covered Y/n’s ears and brought him even closer to him. He silently whispered to him.

“No need to be scared, my Angel. Everything will be okay. You’re safe now! Sigma and Dotsoy have it all covered!”

Just behind Y/n, Sigma and Fyodor were fighting the kidnapper. Their anger was shown in their attacks, and it was scaring the kidnapper. The hood fell off, and it showed the face of the persecutor. Y/n glanced behind his back slightly and gasped as he saw the face of his kidnapper.

“How did you find this place?! I was sure I kept everything out of the public eye!”

Sigma’s face stayed flat, but his emotions were clear to both the kidnapper and Fyodor. Nikolai was too busy with Y/n and comforting him to even notice. Fyodor managed to immobilize the assailant, pinning him to the ground. Sigma walked closer, as he bent down.

“It’s easy for us to find what we want. Now you will pay for stealing from us.”

Sigma looked at Fyodor with an approving look. Y/n and Nikolai were watching from the cage, Nikolai waiting for a change to get Y/n out of said cage. He gripped Y/n harder, to a point it hurt, but he didn’t want to let the h/c haired boy go. Blood splattered everywhere, as Fyodor used his ability to get rid of this pest.

Y/n wasn’t shocked about the death and red soaking everything around him, but it amazed him how easily someone would end other's life. He has killed others before, but only because they were hurting and taking other’s freedom. Nikolai scooped Y/n into his slender arms, hopping out of the cage, unknown to Y/n how he did, but Y/n couldn’t get out of his grip. Y/n was then surrounded by Sigma and Fyodor.

Y/n tried to stand, but his legs were still asleep and he collapsed. Sigma caught him, being careful of his white wings. As Sigma stroked Y/n’s h/c hair, loving how it felt against his fingers. Fyodor was busy taking care of the dead body, and Nikolai was gently touching Y/n’s wings.

Y/n looked up at Sigma, with watery eyes glistening the little moonlight that let itself into the cracks. His lips quivered a bit, fear still settling in his heart after a traumatic event. Sigma brought one of his hands to cup Y/n’s cheek, wiping away tears that threatened to fall. Y/n’s voice was sweet and soft to the three men that surrounded him, they all slightly blushed, feeling honored to hear it.

“Why did you come and save me?”

Fyodor came back, gently walking to the side of Y/n. Y/n’s e/c eyes looked at Fyodor, he stopped slightly. Oddly enough, those e/c eyes froze Fyodor right in his place. He sighed, trying to keep Y/n’s eyes on him.

“Why wouldn’t we? We adore you, my dear.”

Y/n was so confused and look to all three men. He didn’t know who any of these people were and why they were here. The silence filled the building, making Y/n even more uneasy. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him.

Y/n looked back to Sigma, hoping he could bring himself to ask the most important question. For some reason, Y/n already knew the answer based on the grip Sigma had on him. The more Y/n slightly struggled to get out, the harsher Sigma’s grip became. The hope Y/n had was slowly diminishing.

“Can I go home now?”

The quiver in his voice was noticeable. Nikolai slightly hugged Y/n’s back as a big grin once again found its way to his face. He was noticeably giggling, seemingly finding the question Y/n asked funny. He brought a hand to pat the winged boy’s head.

“Oh, my dear Angel! Of course not! How else are we supposed to keep you safe if you go home? We can’t watch you every day now, can we?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, more questions and confusion were swirling in his head. Before Y/n could speak again, he was knocked out once again, but this time no one would come to save him. Fyodor carried the winged boy out of the building, leaving NIkolai and Sigma to walk behind him.

Y/n woke up in a dark room, nothing but a bed, a desk, and a bathroom as all that filled the room. The bit of light came from a small lamp on the desk. Y/n panicked and ran to the door, trying to open it, but to no avail. His wings fluffed out in panic, feathers falling due to the amount of stress Y/n was under.

Y/n fell to the ground, trying to hold in sobs. He was so busy with trying to not make a lot of noise, he didn’t notice the three people that came into the room. Y/n froze, feeling arms snake around his body. He frantically looked around and recognized the people as the ones who saved him.

Sigma looked down to Y/n, seeing the fear in his eyes. It did something to him, he cupped Y/n’s face and brought his lips to Y/n’s. Y/n’s e/c eyes widened with fear, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to push Sigma away. Fyodor and Nikolai kissed Y/n’s cheeks softly, trying to calm the boy down.

Sigma spoke up, his voice was warm and loving.

"No need to worry anymore my doll, you are safe now. No one will take you from us. Never again."

Y/n choked back sobs. He didn't understand what went wrong. He remembered being with Atsushi, and somehow it came to him being caged once more.

What irony this was, wanting to bring freedom to others and not having any of his own.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

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leveragehunters · 8 months

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genuinely and with my entire heart: fuck google

There have long been suspicions that the search giant manipulates ad prices, and now it’s clear that Google treats consumers with the same disdain. The “10 blue links,” or organic results, which Google has always claimed to be sacrosanct, are just another vector for Google greediness, camouflaged in the company’s kindergarten colors. Google likely alters queries billions of times a day in trillions of different variations. Here’s how it works. Say you search for “children’s clothing.” Google converts it, without your knowledge, to a search for “NIKOLAI-brand kidswear,” making a behind-the-scenes substitution of your actual query with a different query that just happens to generate more money for the company, and will generate results you weren’t searching for at all. It’s not possible for you to opt out of the substitution. If you don’t get the results you want, and you try to refine your query, you are wasting your time. This is a twisted shopping mall you can’t escape.

Please at least try DuckDuckGo

#google #privacy #internet searches #fuck google

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 6 months

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We will protect you. Part V

Self-Aware! Port Mafia x GN! Reader

Description: Day two of Charity Fair. Today's plan was simple. Meet your uncle and aunt, wait, until Port Mafia deal with them, go to the café, work your shift, while Port Mafia deal with the rest of Stalker's accomplices.

But one phone call destroy the plan.

Time for Port Mafia to meet your extended family.

Part IV

Warning: OOC, Bad relatives, Relatives are bad people. Slight body horror, Some of Reader's relatives despise them for not caring about partner's gender and being okay with poly relationship, mentions of bullying, mentions of public humiliation, English is my second language.

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You were going through the familiar town.

Winter winds flew through dark, empty streets.

Sharp snowflakes and wings make it hard to see.

Thick snow, that covered the ground, make it impossible to run. And almost impossible to walk.

Especially to you.

You were shorter. You were younger.

Kid again.

The same age when that happened.

Simple kid going down empty streets.

Not in an empty town.

You feel their gazes on you.

They were looking through the dark.

Children. Your former classmates. With mutilated grins, ripped out ears and empty eye sockets. Pointing at the giant house on the top of the hill.

"[Y/N], you should be there..."

Adults. Their parents, teachers, workers.

With mutilated grins, ripped off ears and empty eye sockets, they circled you, whispering.

"[Y/N]... Go back, [Y/N], your home is waiting..."

And you tried to run.

You try to go as fast, as you can.

Far, from this town, far from this place.

From that place, on the top of the hill. A huge, black, shadow, that wanted to swallow you whole...

And bring you to monsters, that lived inside...

You ran. And ran.

You stayed in one place.

Children and adults swarmed you.

They hold you up and carried towards that place.

Right before it, they stopped.

It didn't cast a normal shadow.

Instead of a shadow, the black goo, that smelled like rotting meat, splashed at the steps of that place.

The crowd threw you forward. Right into the goo.

Goo swallows your legs and start moving up your body.

You can't scream. You can't cry.

Black waves closed over your head.

______

You didn't scream, when you woke up. You didn't cry and simply let out a sigh. You were used to the nightmares.

Despite having the last nightmare, that was related to... that event, a few months ago, before BSD Gang appeared in your apartment, you still remember not to shout or cry. These nightmares became a familiar horror through the years.

You keep your eyes closed, listening to what happened around.

Nothing was happening. Your room was quiet. If you cared enough and keep your ears open, you, probably, would hear some noises from the corridor.

But your room was quiet. You open your eyes.

You were alone in bed. But, after a quick check, you discovered, that the bed was still warm.

Koyouu and Mori woke up not long ago. You cast a quick glance towards the clock on the wall.

"8:30 am? Still have plenty of time..." mumble you and bury yourself deeper in blankets. You closed your eyes again and decide to sleep more. Maybe, this time, you won't have nightmares.

Besides, if BSD Cast needs you, they will wake you up.

For the second time you woke up because of the smell of coffee, sounds of footsteps and warm breath against your cheek. A pair of moist lips planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You opened your eyes and turned your head.

Nikolai's eyes were shiny and full of poorly hidden tenderness. His braid was loose, that made his hair look a little bit shaggy.

Kolya run his hand through your hair.

"Morning, My Sweet Birdy" whispered he. You yawn, close your eyes again, and worm yourself deeper into the plush covers. You don't want to get up.

You tried to ignore Kolya's hands, that were still running through your hair.

"Come on, Birdy, time to get up." Another whisper, followed by a kiss in the ear. You didn't react. Mostly. You couldn't help, but smile.

Kolya's petting became more and more insistent. You didn't budge.

Kolya stopped playing with your hair. You heard sounds of steps.

The next moment, something heavy fell on you, squeezing you in a hug, and started tickling you.

Laughing like crazy, you try to get free from Kolya's grasp, but his grip was stronger. His fingers tickle your sides.

"K-Kolya! Please... Enough!" plead you through laughter. Kolya only squeeze you harder.

"No, don't think so!" grinned him. "You look too cute right now."

His right hand started ticking your belly, while left hand continue to tickle your side.

"I give up! I am awake, I am awake!" laughed you. Kolya huffed, and, after tickling you for a few moments, finally, let you go.

You were laying on your back, breathing heavily. Kolya was still laying on top of you.

"Let's get you up" he helped you to sit on the bed. While you were stretching, he picked up a little tray he brought with him. On the tray there were two coffee mugs, a creamer and bowl of sugar. Gogol placed the tray on your bedside table, and gave one of the mugs to you.

Dark, almost black beverage was hot. You could feel the heat through the mug.

"Thanks, Kolya," mumbles you, adding cream. Kolya skipped cream part, but add two spoons of sugar.

"You are welcome, [Y/N]"

You take a generous sip of coffee. Marvelous, truly marvelous.

You two enjoyed your coffee in a silence.

The remaining of your nightmare faded away.

_____

After a good hot cup of coffee, good, long, steaming-hot shower and fresh comfy pair of clothes later, you were ready to fight the world. And have breakfast.

You went downstairs to the first floor, to the dining room.

The table was already full, Nikolai, who left your room after he finished his coffee, waved at you, beckoning you to sit between him and Akutagawa.

You loudly say 'Good morning' and, after receiving sixty-seven 'Good mornings' in return (In response to John's, who was sitting on the other side of Gogol, silent question Kolya shrugged and said, that he liked to said good morning to Birdy and will do it again, if chance arise), take offered sit.

Immediately, a plate was put before you.

Full of hashbrowns, crème fraîche¹ and berries.

The mug of black tea was put before you shortly after.

You nodded gratefully to Verlaine (he was the one, who get up from his seat to put your food before you) and pricked the first hashbrown on your fork.

____

Most of the breakfast passed peacefully. You started a conversation with Akutagawa siblings about your school days, carefully avoiding some topics you don't want to discuss right now.

Yet you waited for the eruption.

Eruption, that was caused by Sigma.

Man finished his coffee and call for you.

"[Y/N], I have been wondering about something..."

You turned your head in his direction and smiled.

"Yes, Sigma?"

Sigma looked at his palms, then back at you.

"A few months ago, you said, that you don't have a home, because your relatives don't want to see you. Yet, you seemed happy, when you get the message from your aunt, before..." Sigma squirmed, not wanting to say 'helped the stalker'. "Why were you happy?"

You spoke carefully.

"I hoped, that they wanted to extend an olive branch." it was partly true. BSD Cast helped you with your self-esteem. Now you wanted to change your life. To change your relationship with your family. "Besides, Uncle Justin and Aunt Angela are... were... are... on a fence about my decision, that leads to my family blacklisting me. But, there are relatives, that I don't want to talk to ever again."

Complete truth. You mentally prayed that Sigma wouldn't ask any more questions.

Sigma spoke again.

"[Y/N], all this month ago, you promised to tell us about, what happened when you were a child..."

You didn't let him finish, before putting your mug down.

"Not today." Your voice was hard as steel. You felt gazes of the others on you. You feel guilty.

'In their world they weren't allowed to keep secrets, their lives were open book to millions of strangers. And here I am, keeping a secret from them. An important secret.'

You stare at your mug. Your mouth felt dry.

"Remember, that I mentioned inheritance and old hotel yesterday?" you asked without addressing anyone in particular.

"Yes" Sigma answered, while others nodded.

Okay, good. Now you must say more.

"The hotel in question belong to my family. By my father's side. They have a rule in inheriting it. Older child from the generation will get it. Gender doesn't matter, only the right of firstborn matters. And... I am next in line in inheriting it... That abandoned building... Building, where something terrible happened, back, when I was a child..."

The room was silent. You feel, that they want to ask more. But, they saw your expression. You will choose, when to talk and what to say.

"Before me, it belonged to my uncle." You forced yourself to speak. "And, after his death, it will belong to me."

Because, I became a firstborn

You sip your tea. You need to calm down. This time, Francis spoke.

"And they wanted to have a hotel to themselves, right? Can't you sigh the ownership to them?"

You shook your head.

"I can, but it's not the problem, that I will be the owner" it is also the problem, I just learned to ignore it "The problem is what I am planning to do with the hotel."

You sighed, looked at the distance. At the baby blue curtains on the window.

she had ribbon the same color as that curtains

"The moment I inherit the hotel... I will go to that old town and burn the damned, wretched place. Then will sell the land and give all money I earn from the deal to the charity organizations."

The room was still silent. Francis perks up.

"Interesting businesses plan, [Y/N]. Want me to research the charity organizations to make sure, that they can be trusted?"

John reached to your hand and squeeze it.

"And I can take a look at people, who you want to sell land to. So they can be trusted."

No questions. No one tried to make you change your mind. That's how your family should have reacted back then. Especially, because they knew about your reasons. Reasons, that were hidden from BSD Cast.

You shook your head.

"Maybe, later, when time came."

You take a bite from one of the two remaining hasnbrowns.

You feel, how your mood became worse. Okay, you need a distraction. Or conclude this talk. After swallowing the hashbrown, you spoke again.

"I am still not ready about what happened in the past. But! I will answer three 'yes/no' questions about it."

You must learn to trust people. Don't carry your burdens alone.

You heard Ayatsuji's calm voice.

"Has anyone died?"

"Yes"

Ranpo's tone was careful.

"Was it your family member?"

"Yes"

A final question came from Sigma. He looked apologetic.

"They were the only victim?"

"No"

'According to every existed moral, there were only one victim. In the eyes of the law, there were at least two.'

You return to your breakfast, showing, that you don't want to talk about it anymore.

_____

The rest of the breakfast were mostly silent, but not uncomfortable.

After a few minutes of silence, you cracked a few jokes and assured BSD Cast, that you will be fine and nothing terrible has happened.

One by one, BSD Cast finished eating breakfast and leave the dinning room to do something else.

Soon, only Port Mafia members and you remained in the Dining room.

It was time to discuss today's plan.

________

You drank the rest of your tea, trying not to pay attention to the arguing Mori and Fitzgerald. The reason, they were fighting?

'Who should punish who'

You didn't even start the discussion, when Francis returned and started arguing with Mori.

"And I tell you, that it would be better, if we take care of the manager!" Fitzgerald still sounds patient, but, you could tell, that, he doesn't have much patience left. "He is helping Stalker for money, and who is better to punish him, then The Guild?"

Mori's eyes narrowed, his voice sounded lower, than usual.

"Port Mafia is capable enough to deal with him. And with anyone, who dares to assist Stalker."

Fitzgerald raised an eyebrow.

"And will they be alive after what Port Mafia do to them? Tell me, Boss of Port Mafia, will you send" suddenly, Fitzgerald closed his mouth and whispered something under his breath. Then he continues talking, "Akutagawa to the police station? We all knew, how good it will end."

Akutagawa, who was sitting near you, glare at Fitzgerald. Before you had to deal with Rashomon, you put your hand on Akutagawa's head and start to ruffle his hair. Akutagawa stopped glaring at Fitzgerald. You heard a quiet rumble, and you feel Rashomon headbutting your free hand.

You decide to stop drinking tea and pat Akutagawa and Rashomon instead.

On the background, Francis and Mori still were arguing.

"And what do you want to do, Mister Buisnessesmen? Pay Burke, so he will stop helping Stalker?" Mori rolled his eyes. Fitzgerald's eye twitch.

Okay, you should probably get involved. You stand up and removed your hands from Akutagawa and Rashomon.

"Can I..." before you can finish, you felt, how Akutagawa gently grab your right hand and placed it back on his head. Rashomon headbutted your left arm.

Fine, you can talk and give pats at the same time.

"Can I ask something?" Francis and Mori stop arguing and looked at you. You asked Mori.

"Ougai, I am curious, who is going after whom?"

Francis wanted to say something, but you stopped him with your gaze. Mori began to speak.

"Well, I was thinking about sending Rimbaud-kun and Verlaine-kun to the university, so they can deal with professors..."

You giggle nervously. There are many single professors and assistants in your university. And, asking two handsome Frenchmen to go there, might lead to some interesting results.

You remembered your professor of French literature. Mr. Charron was very fond of the works of Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rambaud (though even his lectures on them were so boring that you tried your best not to fall asleep). Professor Charron also liked the authors in question. Little impish side of you wanted to introduce him to your Verlaine and Rimbaud.

"...Kajii-kun, Hirotsu-san and Akutagawa-kun will deal with manager..."

Okay... It's... concerning. You don't feel any sympathy towards the person, who sold you for money, but, it seems, Port Mafia took it too personal.

You feel, how Akutagawa tensed, so, you start scratching his head, instead of petting. It calmed him down.

"...Oda-kun will be your personal guardian for today..."

You are more, than fine with this idea.

"...Elise-chan, Karma-kun, Q and I will deal with your aunt and uncle..."

Okay... something feels wrong...

"...And Flags will deal with your cousin."

You imagine Tory against Flags. Five against one. One of them is a hit man. You glance at Iceman. It seems, that he also didn't like that idea. All Flags look like they don't like the idea.

To be fair, only Oda and Mori seems okay with this plan.

Something really was wrong.

You meet Mori's patient gaze. It seems, he wanted to hear your opinion.

"Have no reason to say 'no' to this idea..." nodded you. Mori looked triumphantly at Francis. "Especially, if you tell me the real plan."

Mori's eyes sparkled with amusement.Mori's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Are you sure, you don't want to follow this plan?"

You shook your head. Mori simply smiled and cleaned his throat.

"Plan is simple. You are going to stay near Oda-kun and Natsume-sensei, until we deal with Stalker's accomplices. We will decide on a spot, who should punish whom. And, of course, no five against one."

Okay, this one sounds better. You nodded.

"This is acceptable. Sorry, Francis," you look at Fitzgerald. "But, it seems, The Guild can sit it through"

Fitzgerald wanted to say something, but a dreadful familiar sound interrupted him.

RIIIING! RIIIING!

The library phone was ringing.

________

You answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"[Y/N]? It's me, [C/N]. I want to tell you... Please, don't hate me. I did it for you. One day, you will thank me for that." your cousin ended the call, before you could ask any questions.

You blinked.

'What just happened?'

"[Y/N]? Do you have any ideas, what is happening?"

You turned around, noticing Verlaine, who stepped inside the library and walked closer to you. You shook your head.

"Not the slightest. [C/N]... She isn't a bad person. She can be a little bit inconsiderate, but her heart in the right place. But, she can be overdramatic." You glance at the stuck speaker button and the cracked table. "So, if she thinks, that I could hate her for something she did, it probably isn't that bad."

Verlaine didn't look convinced, but he didn't press further. Verlaine offers his hand to you.

"Well then, let's go, choose, who will go with you to the meeting with your uncle and aunt."

But, before you can take Verlaine's hand, your cellphone vibrated. You got a message.

You took it and open the chat app.

You read the message. You felt shivers running down your spine. You start sweating.

'[C/N]... You little abomination....'

You felt an urge to destroy something. You threw your cellphone on the floor and, if it wasn't for Paul's reaction, it would shatter against the floor. You rushed into the depths of the library. Verlaine followed you.

____

"Paul! Let me go, I want to eliminate this thing!"

You glared at the library phone. You were holding Real-live Gogol bronze burst up above your head, and if it wasn't for Verlaine's grip, you would destroy the damn phone with it.

Paul pulled you closer to his chest.

"No, [Y/N], I won't. Calm down!"

BSD Gang gathered in the library after hearing the noise. And they saw you, who was rushing towards the table with the telephone, holding a bronze bust of Real-life Gogol above your head and screaming “I gave you life, I will also kill you²", Verlaine, who, somehow, could barely keeping up with you, and Chuuya, who was running towards two of you.

"I will do it! I will go to [C/N]'s house and fight her with Dostoevsky!"

"Are you talking about bronze burst, books, or me?" Fyodor raised an eyebrow, looking at you and Verlaine.

"YES!"

You felt, how burst became heavier. You looked up, noticing, that Verlaine was using his ability on it, trying to make you drop it.

'Gang and their shamanism with game files. Was it really necessary for them to completely return Verlaine’s old ability?'

Nevertheless, he is won. You growl through teeth.

"I am calm."

And you do put burst on the table.

You were breathing heavily. You close your eyes, country from one to ten.

"[Y/N]? What was that performance was for?" Fukuchi looked you up and down.

You try your best not to growl.

"Paul, please, can you read the message I just got. And please, remember, that there are kids here."

Paul, who still was pressing you against his chest with one arm, took your phone from his pocket and opened the message app.

"[Y/N] [L/N]. I am deeply disappointed at you. You live in a sin, become a wh... bad person. Jumping from bed to bed, without care of their age or gender... [C/N] told us about you, sinful sl... bad person... How dare you to destroy all my hard work I did for you, when you were at school and showed first sighs of a sin? You are in need of salvation. You must meet us in "Sakura" restaurant. Your aunts and uncles, grandfather and I will be waiting. Your grandmother, Bella Blackwood. P.S.: I have already talked with the café manager, you will not come to work today"

You rub your temples. Your voice sounded hoarse.

"Change of plans. All Port Mafia will go with me to a family meeting. I won't deal with this serpentarium by my own."

"But... What about other accomplises?" asked Elise, taking a step back. She was worried about your reaction.

You point at Fitzgerald.

"Be happy, Francis. The Guild will deal with Mr. Manager."

"Okay, what's the new plan?" Asked Mori, taking a step forward.

"To shock my 'dear' relatives" huffed you.

________

"When I was a teen, I started exploring... To whom I am attracted to. I didn't do more, then kisses and hugs. And I learned two things. I don't care about my partner's gender. And... I am not against poly relationship. Everything was fine. Until my relatives learned about it. We are not talking about blood relatives, my grandmother is my uncle's mother, and he simply married my father's sister. She goes to my school. And shamed me for being a greedy, lustful creature."

You were sitting on the passenger sit, looking at the window. You were remembering the talk you had with BSD Cast earlier. Piano Man, who was driving, send soft gazes at your direction.

"All chances of having a normal school life were destroyed. Mom and Father couldn't enroll me in different school. And I was bullied. To the point of being beaten. Became a perfect scapegoat. For my classmates, I was the cheater and the pervert."

Car pulled over near "Sakura" restaurant.

"And on every family meeting, I was shamed by her and her family for my preferences. For loving everyone. For being fine with having multiple partners."

Piano Man turned towards you.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded and stepped outside from the car.

Piano Man wasn't coming. He and the rest of the Flags have some buisnesses to attend to. You try to learn more, but they said, it was a secret.

You also insisted on Hirotsu and kids staying at home. Elise, Kyuusaku and Karma shouldn't meet your relatives and you really don't need rumours about you and Hirotsu. It wasn't the case, he treats you as his grandchild, but, you knew your relatives. In worst case scenario there would be rumours involving kids. And, you would be lucky, if the rumours were only about secret biological children.

Despite that, you still have enough helpers for today.

This time, you won't be put down. You will show your 'family', that you are not a weakling anymore. You have friends. And confidence.

The rest of the Port Mafia cars were already here. They were waiting for you on a 'Sakura' restaurant parking lot.

You caught up with them and allowed Oda to take your arm. All of you, twelve people, including you, headed towards the main entrance of the restaurant.

_______

'Sakura' restaurants was a small place. Cheep, with bad food that tried too hard to look Japanese style.

You tried food from here once.

When it finally stopped trying to chew it's from inside you, you swore on your future grave, that, if in future you will face a choice 'Either eat food from 'Sakura' or eat grass', you will eat grass.

'Sakura' survived because of one thing. They let people rent their building, to hold banquet and bring their own food and drinks.

Despite being small, the restaurant was beautiful.

And that's what your relatives did right now.

Bought their own food and rent the place.

The moment you and Port Mafia walked inside the restaurant will forever be one of your happiest memories.

Because of the shocked faces of your relatives, who saw you all.

Your aunts and uncles (not blood related ones) looked at you with horror. They even forget to feel disgusted.

Uncle Justin and aunt Angela already looked uncomfortable. But now? They look like they ate a whole orchid full of rotten apples.

Grandfather Bernard gave Koyouu a dirty look. He was practically undressing her with his gaze.

And Grandmother Bella looked like a fish out of the water. She was opening and closing her mouth, and her eyes looked like they were ready to pop out.

You did your best, widest, fakest smiles and walked towards your relatives, opening your arms for a hug.

"Family! I missed you all so much! Let me hug you all!"

Your relatives backed away from you so synchronously. If you didn’t know better, you would swear, they were rehearsing it for many times.

You tilted your head, giving your family an innocent look.

"What's the matter? I promise, I give great hugs. My dear... Friends have been practicing with me." You looked over your shoulder at Port Mafia. They were trying not to laugh. "Unfortunately, only a small part of them can attend this family gathering with me."

You mentally praised yourself for asking Mori and others wear their 'classic' outfits. You wanted to empress your relatives. But not to make them acsept you. No, to make them forget your looks and name and never ask to meet you again. Ever.

Grandmother Bella finally found her voice.

"[Y/N]... I... I... How... Many... Age..."

You let out a fake giggle.

"We will tell you everything. When our small brunch will start. So, shall we?"

Grandmother Bella nodded, still shocked.

She thought, that they will shame you and you will be quiet.

She didn't expect that you will have someone with you.

All of you sat at the table.

On one side - your relatives.

On the opposite side - you and Port Mafia.

______

Oda doesn't like banquets. He doesn't like fancy food, that was served here.

But, for you, he was ready to sit through it.

He and you were sitting in near each other. You didn't take any offered food. There were a possibility, that Uncle Justin and Aunt Angela will try to drug you to give to Stalker, so, you decided to play is safe.

Slowly, your relatives start talking. After ten minutes silence of staring at Port Mafia and you.

Right now, one of the aunts (you didn't care about her name, you hardly remember her), was terrorizing Oda.

"So, Oda... right?" she mumbles. "What did you find in [Y/N]? They are quite... average"

You rolled your eyes. Again, they talked about you, like you weren't here.

It would work, if you were a lonely child.

Oda answered without second thought.

"They are cute, they are perfect, they are the real treasure."

And you knew, that he is serious. You felt your face burning up. You still didn't use to receive compliments that offed.

Meanwhile, Oda gave you a side hug and kissed your temple.

"And don't tell me I am wrong, Novel Luck. Or I will remind you, how perfect you are later. Besides." Oda looked towards your aunt (you knew her name, she must have one...). "They are good with kids. Help me to raise mine."

Your aunt Questioning Oda baked away from your table, dropping the chair, few plates and people, who sat close to her.

"Kids... You have kids... And with [Y/N]..."

She turned around and hurry away from you and from the restaurant, shouting.

"They choose a man with kids as their partner! They are gone! Promiscuous!"

You huffed. One out, still more to go.

Oda scratch his neck. He whispered, so only you can hear him.

"That was fast."

You nodded. Also whispered.

"Mhm. Most of them are too simple-minded."

_____

Oda glance at you with the corner of his eye. He was serious about you. You are cute, nice and kind.

A small smile appears on Oda's face.

______

"Charge, my army! We will defeat our Candy Kingdom from Sour Knight!" Sakura pointed at Oda, who was wearing a cardboard helmet, holding a cardboard sword and try to look scary.

He was the Sour Knight, who wanted to make candies from Candy Kingdom sour and gross.

Sakura was wearing a small crown made of cardboard that was decorated with paper candies.

She was Candy Princess, who tried to save the kingdom from the knight.

General Katsumi, Archer Kousuke, Magus Shinji, Barbarian Yu and Thief you were an army of Candy Kingdom.

All of you charge at Oda.

____

"The victory of Candy Kingdom had its price. Sour Knight was chased away. But he took prisoner. Thief [Y/N] were captured by Sour Knight. Oh, our poor comrade, we can't even come-pere-hend of what torture they will go through, until we manage to save them." Sakura was ready to cry.

Oda, who was sitting under the tree, has you pressed against his chest. He was holding you tight, not letting you go.

"So, little thief, what torture should you face?" whispered Oda into your ear. "Should I tie you up and use you as a cuddle pillow? Or, should I tickle you?"

You didn't answer. The game, warm weather and warm Oda make you sleepy. You mumble something and start snoring.

Oda chuckled at that.

_______

Your relatives looked even more shocked. They lose one ally. And they still didn't start to shame you for your life.

And fleeting aunt's insult didn't do much.

You noticed, how your relatives looked at each other, then at Port Mafia.

Uncle Moonshine (not real name, but, you remember, that few years ago he tried to make his own alcohol) spoke next.

"Hey! Ginger with bandage! What you are doing for living? Something Illegal?"

Tachihara glare at him.

"I am working as a security guard."

Uncle Illegal Alcohol looked at Tachihara with disgust.

"And what are you guarding? Some sort of drug den? Where you met this one." He pointed at you.

You could feel, that Port Mafia members, probably, have a synchronized thought. Black notebook with write letters on it are opened, and they are writing down names of your relatives.

Uncle Illegal Alcohol, didn't notice Tachihara's glare and continue talking.

"They are a useless sinner. Scum, real scum. Who leached themselves into people..."

For the rest of their lives your family could not explain, how the metal chair with your uncle, who was still sitting on it, hung in the air and crashed into the wall.

_____

Tachihara was very close to the edge.

He can't believe that someone can treat people that bad.

He had his own share of bad relatives, but, at least, he had his brother.

You didn't have anyone, until they arrived.

______

You two were in the garden, planting hyacinths.

The day was warm and perfect for gardening.

You water the flower you just planted.

"Have you ever heard the myth about Hyacinth?"

Tachihara shakes his head, planting a second flower next to yours.

"Hyacinth was one of the Apollo's lovers. He was remarkably beautiful. One day, when they were playing the game of quoits³, Apollo accidentally killed Hyacinth. The flowers hyacinths appeared from Hyacinth's blood." your voice was soft, while you were recoiling an old myth.

A small grin appeared on Tachihara's face.

"Are all myth from this world are that tragic?"

You planted next flower.

"Well, I can tell you more myths, if you want. And you will decide by yourself."

Tachihara was ready to listen.

______

"Tachihara... Can you, please, stop?" whispered Higuichi, who was sitting near him. Tachihara shook his head.

Only now he realized, that he still was using his ability and was using metal chair with Uncle Alcohol to destroy your relatives cars.

What was interesting, that Tachihara wasn't even looking at your uncle or moving at all. He was just starting at the distance, while some of your relatives try to save their cars.

______

After chair was stopped and few more relatives leave the restaurant, going into the nearest machine workshop, trying to undo the damage.

Yet, you still had more relatives to go through.

The table became silent again. No one spoke.

Until Mori started talking.

"I... We don't care, what you think about [Y/N]. We love [Y/N]. They are a good person."

And Aunt Angela spoke.

She was furious. She and Justin, supposed to be here alone with you. They supposed to give you to a nice person, who agreed to keep you with them, until you will be proclaimed MIA and their daughter will inherit the hotel. But, somehow, her in-laws learned about your horrible lifestyle, and decide to interfere!

Angela's plan was destroyed.

She needed the hotel. She needed it.

She hates you. For planing to get rid of the hotel. For planning to get rid of the money, you will get.

And now, she takes a better look at you. Your clothes looked expensive. You lived better, then she and her family.

Angela slammed both of her hands against the table.

"[Y/N] are a useless scum, who only thinks about themselves. They could easily forget about the past. But, instead, they behave like a baby."

And her family agreed. The flood of insults flow on your head.

But you were silent.

Dead silence.

And all Port Mafia members frowned.

_____

Gin and you were sitting on the windowsill, covered with one blanket, and watched the rain raging outside the window.

Both of you had big mugs in your hands, full of hot tea.

You were in peace. You were happy and comfortable.

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Kouyou feel nervous for the first time in many years. You just offered her to cuddle tonight.

She knew, that, after something happened between you and Fyodor, you became more open in showing your affection.

There weren't a single day when you didn't cuddle with someone. She does understand, that one day, you will ask for cuddles from her.

And she didn't want to hurt you.

Your first cuddles were clumsy, a tiny bit awkward.

But very warm.

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Mori, Elise and you were on a shopping trip. Mori already had six bags in his hands and wasn't planning to stop on it.

And you were so shy. Afraid of having money spent on you. One time, you confessed, that you thought, that you don't deserve to have a lavish lifestyle.

Well, Mori had plenty of time to change your mind.

He will spoil you as much as he needs, to make you see, that you deserved good things.

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Kajii and you were in a theater. You were watching an opera.

Music, voices, costumes.... Everything was great.

And, for Kajii, the greatest thing was the fact, that you are sitting near him, enjoying the performance together.

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Higuichi and you were playing cards.

Without stakes or anything similar.

Just a friendly match full of laughter and shared stories.

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Akutagawa felt your hand on his head. It's been a few hours since they got into your world.

"Akutagawa, you don't need to accept it, but, let me tell you, that I see you as a really strong person. Both in skills. And personality. I am glad, that I met you."

Your hand left his head. And on a whim, Ryunosuke grabbed it and put it back.

You didn't hesitate to continue petting him.

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Rimbaud was choosing wines.

He wanted to keep some in the basement.

You were with him. Just to keep him company.

Near you, Rimbaud feel warm.

You were real, warm and simply precious.

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You were carried by Rimbaud to the car.

The shouting match, that happened between your relatives and Port Mafia, can be heard from the parking lot.

"WE FOUND [Y/N] AND WE WON'T RETURN THEM! DON'T EVEN CALL US! BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!" Chuuya was really loud.

Some fists were thrown.

Some reputations were destroyed.

Grandfather Bernard thought, that women were weak and useless. That they could never do anything right.

Gin proved him wrong. Gin not only knock him off with one punch, she threw him in a garbage bin.

And stole his phone, found some dirt on him (very inappropriate messages about females of any age) and send screenshots to his colleagues and post them on his socials.

"Never talk to them. Never go near them."

She didn't want anyone to hurt you ever again.

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Grandmother Bella was unfortunate enough to stumble into Akutagawa.

Rashomon did a good enough job as a pair of scissors. And Akutagawa was good at stealing.

Now Grandmother Bella was almost bald, and her chat, where she discussed dirty rumors about her closest friends with her relatives, were now sent to the discussed friends. And they were honorable members of the society.

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You didn't see, when Uncle Justin and Aunt Angela left.

You didn't notice, that Chuuya and Verlaine followed them.

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Chuuya was sitting before you. It was his turn to really introduce himself. And he was ready for you to question his humanity.

You only take his hand in his.

"Chuuya, as one human to another, let me tell you something. If someone start calling you less, then a human, punch them."

Chuuya grinned, squeezing your hand.

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You looked small, compared to Verlaine. Maybe, he tried to intimidate you. To make you call him monster.

You cupped his face.

"Verlaine, can I braid your hair. I have heard about branding techniques I want to try. You will be even more of the handsome man you already are."

And embrace. King of Assassins was hugging a simple human.

King of Assassin was showing human emotions.

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You returned home in the evening.

Because Grandmother Bella did arrange you an unplanned day of rest, you decide to enjoy it and not return to the café.

Instead, you and Port Mafia take a walk in the park, have dinner in an Italian restaurant and return home.

Flags were already here. They looked really happy. Actually, everyone, who stayed home, looked happy.

"Did something nice happened, when we were away?" asked you.

Instead of answering, Lippman take your hand and drag you behind him.

"You can say so. Come on, let's have a movie marathon! All of us, together."

You have no reasons to say no.

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The operation room in a basement was dark.

Until the door was opened, and some people walked inside, turning on the lights.

Yosano, Lovecraft, Dazai, Fyodor, Goncharov and Gogol were looking at the prisoners.

At robber, who still were kept here....

At Aunt Angela, who Chuuya kidnapped earlier today...

At Uncle Justin, who was kidnapped by Verlaine...

And at Stalker, who were kidnapped by Flags from the hospital today...

Their Dear Guiding Light asked not to kill anyone... But, they didn't mention anything about torture.

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¹ Crème fraîche - a dairy product, a soured cream

² Direct quote from "Taras Bulba" by Gogol.

³ Quoits - a traditional game which involves the throwing of metal, rope or rubber rings over a set distance, usually to land over or near a spike (sometimes called a hob, mott or pin).

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